THE DREAM TOUCHDOWN ©

: | A load of barrels was always good luck to the
batting eyes of the New York Giants under "Muggsy" McGraw, but never
le have I looked over my left shoulder at the moon for good luck nor am
I afraid of the so-called hoodoo number, 13, Even a black cat cross-.
ing my ‘path nas held no terrors for me, :

- However, I have always aes "hunches" and do to
this day. That is why the dream touchdown -~ the only touchdown of
the game -<- ‘materialized, |

In the early fall of 1920, as Director of Athletics
at the University of Kansas, I found myself confronted with the come —
bined duties of Hoa@hGoach of football and Head Coach of basketball,

Our football team, averaging but 162 pounds to the
man, was the lightest in our ath lotic history at Kansas, This team,
relying entirely upon f orward passing and place kieking, had won its
first two preliminary games against the Emporia Kansas Teachers, and
against Mark Bank's Drake University Bulldogs, Iowa State, our next
opponent, heavy and aggressive, had been highly touted. Our situation
looked none too preci sina, In fact, the week's preparation was most
disappointing, | | |

In earlier coaching days I had formed the habit of
taking a pencil and pad to bed with me, attaching them to the bedpost
by a piece of string. | Solutions to my knottiest problems seemed
always to come to me in the eerie hours » during the meanderings of the
subconscious, Invariably, they would vanish under the spell of day-
light and the arduous duties accompanying it, unless I would scribble
them down on this pad for references in the morning.