" McGuire has dignity and humility. There are some greater charmers in coaching and in every other walk of life. But with a lot of them, it's an obvious act. With McGuire, it's as natural as breathing to be as polite and courteous to a janitor or a porter or a secretary or a waitress as he would be with the governor of the state. McGuire is completely unaffected. He's smooth. If he had come here as a Yankee blowhard, he wouldn't have lasted the first season."
Another man said: " McGuire is the most loyal friend a man could have. One of his boyhood pals went wrong and was sent to prison. Frank went to visit him regularly once a month all during his term and never said a word about it. When he took the coaching job here and they asked him about picking an assistant, he insisted upon his old coach, Buck Freeman. Buck was having some lean days and had no prospects of a job anywhere. Frank told the university authorities that Buck was a basketball genius and he wanted him here even if he had to pay him out of his own pocket."
Next day Frank McGuire was at his desk early. He shares a small office in the gymnasium building with Buck Freeman, who not only serves as No. 2 strategist of the varsity but doubles as self-appointed file clerk and stenographer in handling the mail that pours in on McGuire (sample: a plea for advice from a father of a boy just dropped from his high school basketball squad and brooding over it). McGuire asked Freeman to direct practice that night because he had business in Durham and a later engagement to speak at a dinner of the Brotherhood of Temple Emanuel in Greensboro, 50 miles away.
In Durham, McGuire lunched with two old friends: George Hogan, the travel agency man, who until last year was secretary of the Educational Foundation, scholarship-fund-raising organization for the University of North Carolina, and Harry Rosenthal, the jeweler, who was so elated by last year's string of victories that he made a personal award to McGuire of an engraved wristwatch that told time with tiny diamonds instead of hands.
"Frank," said Rosenthal, "tell me this. Who's going to be your captain this season?"
"Harry," said McGuire, "that's been worrying me. Any one of the four starters from last year—Quigg, Brennan, Kearns, Cunningham—is entitled to the job. I just haven't figured it out. It's a tough one and I don't know just what to do."
After lunch, Rosenthal signaled the waitress. "I'll show you," he said to McGuire, "how much you amount to around here." He looked up at the girl. "Miss, do you know who this fellow is?" he said.
The waitress nodded. "Coach McGuire," she said.
Rosenthal puffed on his cigar and then looked up at her. "All right," he said, "that's correct. Now answer me this. Which would you rather have, a dollar tip or Coach McGuire's famous autograph?"
"Why," said the girl, "I'll take the dollar."