November 29, 1941.

Mr. John Bunn, —
Dean of Men,
Stanford University,
California.

Dear Johnny:

Joe Bloomer and Mrs. Bloomer came in to see the
Kansas-Missouri game last Saturday. Joe lives at Claflin,
Kansas, and he is very wealthy. You lkmow he had a terrific
struggle for a long time and they tried to sell that old farm
out there at Cleflin. They had a big mortgage on it and no-
body would take it. They tried every way possible to get rid
of it. Then you know what happened - they struck oil - the
biggest pool in Kansas, the Bloomer pool. Gosh, I was glad
that no one had taken it.

Joe and his wife and little girl were by the house
and they are levely people. Joe asked me if I sould get him
three Rose Bowl tickets. I told him the only fellow I plagued
to death was John Bunn, and I would write and see if it would be

possible for you to get tickets for good old Joe.

You remember that storybook finish, John. The bases
were loaded, Kansas was three runs behind and it was in the 9th
inning - and Kansas was playing Missouri. Joe Bloomer was pitch-
ing that game. There were two down, it was the last of the ninth,
and Joe Bloomer was at bat. ‘The Missouri pitcher wound up and
fed a fast, high, outside ball to Joe. He swung on it and it
sailed over the fence into Mississippi Street. That was the last
game of Joe’s intercollegiate career.

I have always thought that some fellows really got
their desserts, and I thought Joe got his. I have talked to him
often about it and the smiles wreathe his face when he recalls
that. Wow, John, if you can make him smile again I will apprec-
iate it. He is rolling in oil and I kmow he would love to see
you and would appreciate it if you could do anything for him.

Would you write to Joe at Claflin and give him the
dope, or write me and I will carry on?

My kindest regards to you and Bonnie and Mrs. Huff.

Very sincerely yours,

FCA:AH : Director of Physical Education and Recreation,
: Varsity Basketball and Baseball Coach.