8 year old Mr California Eric Pederson, flexing for the cops and press while under arrest for car theft.

One of the questions I’ve never thought to ask in my pursuit of training knowledge was “who invented the bodypart workout?” as I natually assumed that to be as genuinely unknowable as the first time a human created fire for cooking. It’s as unknowable as the logic that supports being pro-life at the same time as pro-death penalty and anti-mask, or what sort of universe a white hole would deposit the USS Enterprise into, and as such I never gave it a single thought. That said, I would hardly say that I wasn’t curious, as there seemed to be no real watershed moment in bodybuilding that hearkened the change, but I just figured the progenitor of that iconic workout was forever lost to history.

You might imagine my surprise, then, when I randomly saw a pic of an adonis named Eric Pedersen so Germanically beautiful I’m sure his existence caused some messy underpants in Nazis the world over and discovered multiple claims that his workout was the first bodypart workout ever published in a magazine. And yet, I’ve never heard his name and I almost guarantee you haven’t either, because this strapping young blond Hercules once had a pimple on his ass. That, and he was far too interesting to find himself mired in the banality of conformity or to wrap himself in the American flag like it was a blanket that dispensed money and handjobs, so after his pimple sent him packing, Eric Pedersen went on about living the life basically every single high school bro with a love for the iron.

Meet Eric Pedersen, the ultimate bro.

This is the Chevrolet Fleetline, the most popular car in America in 1947. It takes twice as long as a Toyota Yaris to get from zero to sixty (over a third of a minute) and had a top speed of 30mph less than the Yaris. That said, there was only one paved highway in the US, so it’s not like you were going anywhere fast anyway. Plus, when you got where you were going, about the only recreations available were wife beating, hunting for communists (that was the year the proto-Red Hatted creationists began the Red Scare, and it was only months until those pussies ruined comics as well), random racism (that was the first year the kind whites of the South allowed the negroes they so graciously freed to play baseball among whites starting in 1947! The liberal agenda had TAKEN OVER AMERICA!), or America’s old standard, drunkenness.

The United States of 1947 was a considerably different place than it is today. The fastest car on the road would get outrun by your grandma’s Prius, as it topped out at 110 miles an hour and had a zero to sixty of eleven of the longest seconds of anyone’s life (at least if you were trying to merge onto a highway with actual cars on it, rather than livestock and horses or whatever the hell has the gall to move that slowly. The hottest broad in the country was Mae West, a combination of Nikki Glaser, Lady Gaga, and Pink, who travelled the country with her Revue in the company of a stable of bodybuilder “bodyguards” who protected her from the right wing psychopaths who threatened her every action with bullets and hellfire. Well, at least the part with the gaggle of illiterates with extra floppy cocks trying to tell useful people how to live their lives is relatable, but the rest of America was indistinguishable from a developing European nation like Moldova- crime was out of control, people claimed that they were noble but were mostly amphetamine-addicted shitbags with brain damage and mental illness from the lead in their gasoline, air, and paint. It was not, as idiots like to assert, when “America was great” or any such anti-historical, rosy-glasses nonsense.

Mae West was also where Rodney Dangerfield obviously drew most or all of his inspiration, because every line he delivered in Caddyshack sounded suspiciously like lines I’ve seen West deliver in documentaries, just as a short, sexy, platinum blonde thick chick in 10″ platform heels rather than what I’d imagine Joe Biden is like when he’s coked up. Not only that, the chick balled out harder than Puffy- she was the highest paid person at Paramount Pictures and the second highest paid person in the United States (to publishing magnate William Hearst) in 1935; went to jail for ten days for obscenity (which gave her Martha Stewart-esque street cred) and was such a beloved star the warden and his wife took her out to dinner nightly; and was the first seriously badass broad/ sexpot in modern pop culture in spite of the fact she really wasn’t all that hot from a purely physical perspective and she could have easily fit into an airplane’s overhead compartment.

And because rustling the jimmies of social conservatives has always been the favorite pastime of the awesome, Mae West was a big LGTB rights activist before there was even such a thing, and she dated the world colored middleweight title holder “Gorilla” Jones, in what is the most oddly progressive thing that could be said in an otherwise racist-looking sentence.  And when her apartment building refused to let him enter because it was a “white only” building, she bought the building and changed the rule, because she was a boss like that.

As for America, we’d dropped two nukes on Japan two years earlier and ended the “war to end all wars,” but the world was still a pretty messy place. Europe and much of Eastern Europe were in ruins, but life in the US was humming right along. It was that year that a blond-haired 19 year old named Charles Putnam who’d just won the Mr. California title got it into his head to win the prestigeous AAU Mr. America. The sole problem? The event was in Chicago, Pedersen lived in LA, and he had no car to travel the sole highway that would get him here- historic route 66, the first ever paved highway in the United States, had only existed as a means for America’s impoverished to reach the shores of California within the last decade. So, that teenager did was any other red-blooded American would do- he stole a car so slow it’s almost certain you could outrun it so he could take the only highway in America to Chicago.

8 year old Mr California Eric Pederson, flexing for the cops and press while under arrest for car theft.
Upon being arrested, Pedersen did what any of us would do- he popped his shit off and immediately started posing for the photographer working at the station.

As the picture indicates, Pedersen and his buddy didn’t make it out of LA in their stolen car, but Pedersen did make it to the Mr. America stage in time to win the Most Muscular, making him the youngest bodybuilder to ever win a major title at that time (the winner of the most muscular was the best bodybuilder- the winner of the overall was essentially the winner of a beauty pageant of which bodybuilding was a part). Pedersen lost the overall in that contest by a half point to Steve Reeves, who went on to become Hercules in the movies, due to a single zit on his leg (Fair 207), but he was crowned the most muscular man in America (and likely the person with the most serious criminal record to ever cross the Mr America stage). While Reeves wowed crowds onscreen with his flexing and wooden acting, Eric Pedersen went on to become a prolific professional wrestlers and then a collector for the mob in Las Vegas, all before succumbing to throat cancer (which was slaughtering people in that era because of the horrific air pollution when they were growing up- Sammy Davis Jr died of it that year, my dad nearly died the previous year of it, and bombshell Lana Turner, Beatle George Harrison, and a few other famous people all croaked of the same shit within a decade of each other).

Holy shit, what a Hercules that man would have been.

You might think that none of this historical shit matters, but when you consider how hard it is to build a 19″ lean arm with all of the steroids, supplements, convenience, gyms, medical care, and amazing food choices we have, imagine how goddamn hard it was to do when a simple trip to get groceries meant in 1947:

in a best case scenario, you were taking a car so slow it’s hard to conceive of its lack of forward progress, inhaling the horrendously noxious, lead-bearing CO2 it belched from every orifice, banging your spine to pieces over mostly dirt roads to three separate non-airconditioned stores (butcher, green grocer, and wherever you’d buy your dry goods) before returning to your dingy, un-air-conditioned abode to get drunk and beat your kids while listening to the radio, because there were only twenty television stations in the entire United States.

We’re not just talking about someone who built a bunch of muscle using less than a tenth of the untold bounty of financial, transportation, food, supplement, and drug choices you have at your disposal, but a man who did so to the point that at nineteen he was the single most muscular person on the planet, and as such he is a man to whom you should pay attention.

This pic really shows off Reeves’ tiny little baby waist, as that 150lber seems to be leaner, but with the same size waist.

Bear in mind that at this point, there was no Mr. Universe (it wasn’t created until the following year) or Mr. Olympia, and bodybuilding was still in its infancy. The Mr. America title was for all intents and purposes the biggest bodybuilding title in the world, with the Mr Britain contest held by the Health and Strength League (which became NABBA, the guys who held the Mr Universe for years) in a rather distant second, as you can see from the pic above of 6’1″ and 195lb 1947 Mr America overall winner Steve Reeves, who dwarfs the Mr Britain winner of that year, Jim Elliot. So it’s understandable why Eric Pedersen, who was walking around at around 200 pounds at only 5’10”, might think it would be worth stealing a car to take a crack at the title, because he had the mass and the cuts to overpower just about anybody on the planet.

Sam Loprinzi will have his own short article next week, but his 17″ arms were the biggest arms I’ve ever seen on a tiny man.

That’s not to say, however, that everyone was going after the overall title in the Mr. America- in fact, it was quite the opposite. Although Pedersen’s first crack at the Mr America occurred when he was 16 (he didn’t place), the intervening year saw a watershed change in the Mr. America contest. In that year, a 5’7″ 160lb bodybuilder named Sam Loprinzi took second in the overall to the dude who introduced box squats to powerlifting, Alan Stephen. Stephen was thought to be the greatest thing since sliced bread (he was a highly accomplished Olympic lifter, cleaned up in odd lifting as a proto-powerlifter, had a squeaky-clean image, and he was pursuing a bachelors in something- he was the consummate “Renaissance Man”), and no one thought Reeves had a chance in hell of ever unseating him- that’s how fucking good he was. And yet lean-as-hell Sam Loprinzi flashed his carved-from-marble 17″ arms at the judges and they lost their goddamn minds, in spite of the fact that Stephen’s arms were an inch and a half bigger, if somewhat less lean.

Loprinzi had known going into the Mr. America that a short man stood absolutely no chance of winning that beauty pageant, because he’d seen Dan Lurie, the man who essentially invented the crab pose, take second and most muscular four years in a row because he was only 5’6″ and 168lbs. Lurie had spent his career going up against dudes who were much taller, and were thus more aesthetic and graded better for the overall, and when he’d attempted to prove he was the best on the planet the AAU circled their wagons and deemed Lurie a professional (and thus ineligible to compete) to prevent him competing against Grimek.

So after winning his class in the other big bodybuilding contest in 1946, Bob Hoffman’s Most Muscular Man in America (the contest inspired by the Lurie-Grimek beef), Loprinzi entered the Mr. America simply to win the title of Most Muscular Man in America (and basically the world), and was public in his announcement that the Most Muscular was the title that really proved who the real bodybuilders were. And that was the environment that the gorgeous and jacked thug (at that point he had at least one assault conviction under his belt as a juvenile, plus the car theft at a bare minimum) named Eric Pedersen entered the fray for the best built man on the planet.

“I firmly believe in individual muscle work besides group movements, for it again reaches the state of concentration – watching that biceps move and contract with all the force the weight, the thought, and the eye can furnish during each movement.”

Eric Pedersen Essential Facts

Born: 17 Aug 1928 (born Charles Roland Putnam in Newport Beach, CA)

Died: October 13, 1990 aged 62 (Bacliff, TX, United States of throat cancer)

Height: 5’10

Weight: 200-225lbs

Arms: the measurements are mostly immaterial because his arms were so damn pretty. at 19 years old, they were 18″ (cold) and 18.5″ (pumped); as he grew older he stretched them to 20″+ (which matched his calf measurements)

Best Lifts: interestingly, I could find almost nothing about his strength beyond the fact that he was seriously strong. By one account, he once tied a rope to a boat motor and swam across a bay towing the motor (Flammannelli), which sounds preposterous, but I am not a buoyant man and thus am no authority on towing boat motors even across a kiddie pool.

[I attempted to interview Flammannelli about Pedersen, but the man is a fossil and had his Boomer turned all the way up, so he wasn’t rational enough for me to get anything useful out of him. He insisted, for instance, that Pedersen never had kids, which he did and with whom I’ve been in touch. The man was a dickhead to boot, and I don’t need beefs with the nearly dead, so I abandoned him as a source of information lest I kill him for his insolence.]

Yeah, my money is on this man having the best golden age physique- just on abs alone he was unmatched.

Reasons to Know His Name

  • either invented or popularized bodypart workouts. If nothing else, he was the first person to push them in the magazines
  • was voted most muscular man in America over Steve Reeves (and essentially the world, because at that time the United States (and by extension our little bronation Canada) was essentially the only developed nation untouched by war
  • won the NWA tag team title with Classy Freddie Blassie
  • spent his retirement in Las Vegas, where he was an enforcer for the mob. As his son Eric Putnam stated, “legs broke quick around dad.”
  • was considered the youngest bodybuilder to win a major bodybuilding contest when he was competing in 1955, and should still stand among guys like Harold Poole, Casey Viator, Lee Haney, and Branch Warren as one of the best teenage bodybuilders of all time
  • was considered the most popular wrestler in the Pacific Northwest in 1953. Regionally, he was Roman Reigns for a year, but the wrestling scene was way too fractured for there to be a better direct comparison with the modern industry
  • had a speaking role in a movie designed by the Coast Guard to make it look cool to the populace called Fighting Coast Guard. It didn’t work worth a shit, as the film wasn’t well reviewed, but the man had a speaking role in a wide release film.

Jump to Part 2 for Pederson’s wide-ranging and lengthy “almost was a champ” careers in both wrestling and bodybuilding, or

Part 3 for Pederson’s OG Bodypart Split and HIT workout routines.

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Alvarez, Pablo.  Eric Pederson.  Pro Wrestling Historical Society.  Jul 2014.  Web.  15 Sep 2020.  https://www.prowrestlinghistoricalsociety.com/bio-0113.html

Fair, John D. Mr. America: The Tragic History of a Bodybuilding Icon.  Austin: University of Texas Press, 2015.

Flammini, Vincent.  Facebook comment.  Facebook.  13 Apr 2020.  Web.  18 Oct 2020.  https://www.facebook.com/116733248412758/photos/eric-pedersen-lost-the-1947-aau-mr-american-contest-by-12-point-to-steve-reeves-/1672795086139892/

Jailhouse rock.  Pulp International.  19 Oct 2019.  Web.  15 Sep 2020.  https://www.pulpinternational.com/pulp/entry/Photo-of-bodybuilder-Eric-Pederson-in-Los-Angeles-jail.html

Pederson, Eric.  Arm Development. Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  8 Nov 2018.  Web.  19 Oct 2020.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2018/11/arm-development-eric-pederson.html

Weider, Joe. “The great 1963 IFBB MR. UNIVERSE – MR. AMERICA – MISS AMERICANA SHOW.” Reprinted from Muscle Builder, Vol 14, Num 2, Page 12, www.musclememory.com/showArticle.php?mb640312

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