A College Called Panhandle

Coach Anderson laughed at the memory of the incident.

"Roger Petrino finally gave me an answer. He said, 'Why, I would put him in the 6-footer class, Coach.' Then he hung up."

Coach Anderson got up from his seat and prepared to step over the rail onto the court.

"Well, there he is out there," he said. "Lenny Lee. No. 10."

"How tall is Lenny Lee?"

"Five feet eight," said Coach Anderson, "smallest regular in the conference. See that Cousy dribble of his? The crowds love him. And he's a fine boy."

A little later, across the hall from the basketball court, Head Football Coach Oscar Williams sat at his desk and listened to a slender, attractive widow, who looked about 38 or so, as she described the football talents of her son, a young man with the thick neck of a lineman, who sat in a chair placed a few feet behind her own.

It was clear that Mother was going to conduct all the negotiations in behalf of her son.

"Coach Williams," she began, "I want to say first of all that I am most favorably impressed with Panhandle College."

"Thank you," said Coach Williams, "we feel—"