CHICAGO—It is a
pleasant walk from the hotel to Soldier Field if the weather is moderate, and
it is fun to come out ahead of the football crowd to chat with other early
arrivals in the breeze which sweeps the promenade deck.
So you stroll
along and find yourself behind two large human beings who may be recent high
school graduates and, as it turns out, are.
The one on the
left is as broad as the rear of a Michigan Avenue bus. The one on the right is
lean and tapering and tall. Their conversation goes along in this fashion:
town is jumpin' with coaches, hey."
are they hunting. I got five offers before breakfast. The first one was funny.
This fellow said, 'We can only do what the rules allow.— ' "
sakes who was that?"
know they all start out that way; but this one stuck to it. He said, 'You know
we can only do what the rules allow. We can give you tuition, board, room, a
little spending money and books.' "
do you want with books?"
know how Coach Herman used to treat fumblers. He made them carry a football
around school all day. Maybe this guy doesn't have enough footballs so he is
having his fumblers carry books. They're harder to handle. How many offers did
aren't so many basketball coaches in town today, but some of them were around.
One said, 'How tall are you?' I said, 'Six ten and a quarter.' He said, 'For
every half inch over six eight we give you 100 gallons of gas for your
motorboat.' I said, 'Where do I get the motorboat?' He said, 'You get that at
six eight. You've had it coming since you were 15.' So I said, 'That's 450
gallons of gas.' He said, 'No, only 400. At six ten and a quarter you have only
four half inches over six eight.' I said, 'Don't I get anything for that
quarter inch?' He said, 'No.' I said, 'Why you cheapskate. I wouldn't go to
your school if you could teach me to read.' "