the Oklahomans off their feet. Kansas' attack was devastating. She was playing

far over her head. There was fury in her charge and it seemed that she was fast
paving her road to glory and to another Big Six crown. Bill Johnson, Ted 6'Leary,
Lee Page, Elmer Schaake, and Dick Wells ripped and crashed through the Oklahoma
defense, -which was giving all it had to stem this withering assault that had
piled up a 20 to 6 lead at the half.

At the end of the half, radio reports announced that Kansas State had
won at Manhattan. So the next 30 minutes would see Kansas and Oklahoma fighting
for an undisputed crown -- with Kansas enjoying a 14-point iene

So long as there are playing minutes left, Oklahoma is never defeated.
Undaunted by their handicap, the Oklahoma Sooners swore that they would still
make a game out of it. As Oklahoma unleashed an attack which whittled down the
one-sided Kansas advantage, silence fell over the confident Kansas Crowd. Okla -
homa had scored 10 points in the first 4 minutes of the last half, a
Kansas tallying. Score, Kansas 20 -- Oklahoma 16.

So the championship still remained disputed. But the tornado which
struck in those early minutes of the game had devastated too much territory to
be regained quickly. It was only the psychic stimulus generated by the rare
circumstances preceding this game that stayed the desperate assaults of these
superb and fighting Oklahomans. Unfortunately for them, they met Kansas on a
night when a sensational climax to a season's pley heightened Kansas’ fighting
morale.

Kansas Won in a driving finish 31-27. After the game, Bill said, "Doc,
I can still hear the droning of that plane in my ears." To this I replied,
"Ts there any wonder, Bill? After your two charging rides? One into the clouds
and the other to victory."

I was wondering, too, sina I didn't say it, if, over and above all
the din and confusion of that great crowd and over &nd above that persistent
droning of the plane in his ears, Bill, at times during the game, had not seen
a stalwart though aged pioneer moving with him from place to place and whisper-
ing that all wasswell.

* J. Alan Coogan was a student reporter at K.U. for the Kansas City Journal-Post
at that time. Early in the day he had confidentially wired Bill Johnson at his
home asking if he were going to fly up. Alan was planning a scoop on the other
papers, as the air was charged with rumors. Fortunately, Bill had the presence
of mind to reply in the negative. Later, as a newspaper man, Alan Coogan scooped
the entire newspaper world in the Huey Long assassination. He was on the spot
when the firing took place. He is now Director in Brazil of the United Press
Associations.

Those stimulating athletic activities of college days are always en-
shrined in the hearts of loyal Jayhawker alumni, just as are the heroic and
valorous acts of our fighting men of the armed forces imperishably enshrined
in the hearts of our countrymen. And just to think five or six years ago our
people said that our youth are too soft. They are not tough enough. What a
metamorphosis! Our youth have proved that they can take it, and they can dish
it out! This is evidenced by the letters that I reveive in every mail from our
boys over there, and over there.

Big Otto Schnellbacher, Box 711, Amarillo, Texas, is in the B-29 train-
ing, and says that he has still about two months to be before he flies west and

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