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July 27, 1944.

Mr. Clint Kanaga,
. Jenkins Music Co., .

1217 walnut St.,
Kansas City, Mo.

Dear Clint:

Thanks, old fellow, for your extreme loyalty. You are a regular
fellow and I feel as if you are in the family so I will tell you some
things that I would not say otherwise.

Before starting on this I want you to know that Mrs. Allen and I
had Bill down to dimer last night, and how we enjoyed him! And I be~
lieve that he enjoyed the fried chicken to the utmost. Mrs. Allen kept
insisting that he take a le of extra pieces and at the end of the
meal Bill's side dish 1 like a boneyard. 3111 drove me up on the
campus for the open air dance that we were having, and then returned to
help irs. Allen do the dishes and visit with her. They came up onthe —
campus later, and Bill said he had a grand evening. And we did, I assure
you, enjoy him every minute. And of course you know how we feel about
Clint, Jr.

Now to the point, - and I believe this will make it clear. Three
years ago, just before the Missouri-Kansas game which was played here in
Lewrence, a certain influential fellow in Topeka called me up and said
that he was in a conference with a couple of the Board of Regents, and
they were willing to offer me a long-term contract and wanted me to take
over football as well as direct the other matter. My reply was in the ~
way of a question to him. I said, “It doesn't happen that there is a
cocktail party in Topeka tonight, does it?" t

Hie was rather astounded, and rather resented my remark. He said,
“Listen, I em talking turkey. I know that if you would consider this
you could have a long-term contract with practically double your salary.
They will allow so much for football and so much for the administration |

of the department.” |

I said, “Now get this straight. If you are a friend of mine you
will never mention the thing you have mentioned to me again. And further-
more, you will not say anything to anybody else because if you do some of
your friends will think that I am a candidate for this job. I wouldn't
have it at any price. I have been through eighteen years of hell, when
even some of my best friends said, Well, maybe Phog is spending too much
time on his basketball and letting football go. I am now out of it and
never want to get back into it. I am enjoying life and letting the

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