And then we had a very unfortunate experience with the Missouri State
Life. I had a five thousand dollar policy, twenty-year endowment. Just a
year before it mtured Emmett O'Malley, the Pendergast robber lieutenant,
was insurance commissioner and the Missouri State Life slapped a lien on
our policy. George Niettels, my old football captain in 1920, also had a
policy, but he had borrowed on his policy and they did nothing with his.

- But ours was clear. All difidends earned had been turned back by me to the
company without drawing them out, and there was a good clear five thousand
dollar policy due the next year, We lost $1952.00. ‘They really reached
inte the till and stele that amount from us on this Missouri insurance
company steal. Not only that, but we were forced to pay six per cent
interest for three years on that lien. And the worst part of it was they _
terminated the policy and did not give us any'of the earnings of the company
even in the future years to try to pay back the steal. You doubtless remen-
ber the situation. | . ‘

That embittered Mrs. Allen further, and she has no use at all for in-
surance companies.

What you did for Bob and Jean you did as the Robert B. Allen fanily
and I thought it was grand. But Mrs. Allen has worried tremendously about
Bob. She thinks that he does not look well and with every physical strain
on him her worry increases.

At the Kansas State and Missouri game in Kansas City, Bob and Jean
came over to the game. Mrs. Allen did not go with me, staying in Lawrense,
While we were eating together after the game at the Muehlebach Coffee Shop
Jean said, "Dr. Allen, look at Bob’s fingernails." I looked at them and
apparently some acid stain had turned them dark. I asked if there wes some
acid stain, but they thought not. They were cyanodic and blue, and that to
me meant he had no oxygen in his system, or else there was an ulcer, or a
hemorrhage of some sort.

I was terribly worried when I came home, although I kept my fears
within bounds. Irs. Allen said, "Did you give Bob my love", and I said,
"Yes, I did.” Then she asked about his health, and trying to be honest  —
with her, I said, "Frankly, I will tell you I think Bob does not look well.
at all." Then I told about the fingernails, and immediately she went up
in the air. She made a trip dow there to the apartment and wanted Bob to
see Dr. Major. She had consulted me before going and I agreed I thought
if Bob would get Dr. Major, the internal medicine man at the hospitel, to
look him over it would be a good thing. Bub Bob rather didn't like to see
Dr. Major, thinking it might embarrass him, and he passed it up.

It turned out it was not a real illness, and Jean's fears were un-
warrented, although when she mentioned it to me Bob did not way it was a
stain, so you can see how little things like that cet started and multiply..