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Bob Allen
MY DAILY LOG

The day of our departure, “ec. 25, a final basketball practice was
called for 9:00 Asis sharp to enable the players to have plenty of opportunity
to catch the 1:00 P.M. Streamliner. Because of the delinquency of the players
in arriving for practice on time, the train nearly left without the Kansas Teams
At the station to see the team off, as well as to bid goodby to Dean Lawson, who
was on his way to a meeting in Cleveland, were Mrse Malott and her three ehilevens

Once safely on the train the trip settled down into ecard games and
conversations with tho passengerse One of the card games was a bridge game
between Bob Allen and John Kline, on one side, and Bob Johnson and Bill Hogben
on the other. Hogben later demanded a new player; so Arnold was switched for
Johnson who was accused of faulty passing and promptly placed on the benche :

In Kansas City the team stopped off to have their pictures taken before
continuing Chicagoward. At Kansas City an lleyear old little girl, named
Connie Herbert, got on the train with her small red-haired brother who was
“osmost five" as he explained when questioned. They immediately proceeded to
capture the hearts and monopolize the entire conversations of the basketball
playerse

Toward the end of the first day's journey some of the boys went back
to the club car where an inebriated gentleman, who lived in Chicago, but who
spent much of his time in Kansas City, assured the boys that Kansas was a cinch
to beat Fordham, Temple, and Loyola, but "all I worried about ish Oklahoma,"
he s@ide :

Arriving in Chicago at 9350, we were whizzed across town at the risk
of our lives in yellow cabs and finally came to the Allerton Hotel. A 20minute
walk ensued @ fter which some of the boys bought Chicago malts, which gave them
their first reason to wish they were home againg ‘hen to bed, eight good hours of

sleep, and then, no doubt, another rush for a train in the mornings