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~he at'an ... It happened following an Army-Notre Dame game played in New Yark-many years ago. Jack Elder, in the final play of the game, had run 96 yards through the entire Army team for a touchdown and the winning score. ! 1 The special train carrying players, sports writers and fans, sped through the night. A I i i i hilarious crowd whooped it up inside the train. Snake dances wound up and down the i aisles. Through corridors and cars a jubilant band of roistering students made the night I j 1 raucous with their din. l!I , 1 Away from it all, on the platform of the observation car, two figures huddled deep in their overcoats. One was Knute Rockne, famed Notre Dame coach, the other, a sports J 1 , writer. The sports scribe spoke: J "I suppose, 'Rock,' "you've heard about this sculptor Gutzon Borglum who intends to I I carve three of our presidents' heads out of solid rock on the granite face of Mt. Rushmore?" I :_,, I - "Sure,'' 'Rock' answered, "but that hardly gii:res me an idea that would improve our j 'T' formation- or is it supposed to?" I j "You got me all wrong 'Rock,' " the scribe said. "I was just thinking that, inasmuch as j j the king of Norway wanted to decorate you as an outstanding Norseman, he might even I j build you a monument by carving your rugged features into one of the fiords. Or would 1 I you like that?" I "Rock" chuckled in his inimitable fashion. I j The piercing wail of the train whistle could be heard above the staccato click of the j j rails and the roaring thunder of this thing of steel hurtling over the ribbon-like tracks that J j converged rearward into oblivion- and the night. j ! Out of the silence, Knute Rockne spoke: j ! "A monument, I have no doubt, is very well meant, but, to me, it has always seemed I I kind of cold. If I were ever to gain the prominence necessary so that people would think J,- : they just simply had to erect something in my memory I know what I'd like." ! "What's that?" the scribe inquired. I l l "Well," said 'Rock,' and his voice took on a tone the writer had never heard before, '.I ''I'd like some one-some time-to build a school for young fellows who never had a i, chance. Kids that had plenty on the ball but, through an accident of birth, were deprived 1 1 J of the opportunities that I believe every normal kid was intended by God to have. j I "You know what a struggle I had. Well I'd like some one-some time-to make it • 'JI easy for these youngsters to get an education. j ory, but erecting a shrine where every right-thinking American could worship in a mate- I i rial way by aiding such a ventu:e." j I Wherever you are, "Rock," please know that there was some one-some time- who I j remembered. j i You'll have your monument- at long last. I I Rest easy "Rock. " i j We remembered. - S. H. I i I I ! L,,- .. - ,,- ,,- 11- ,,- 1,- 11- ,,- 1,- ,,- - 11- ••- 11- ,,- ..- ··- ·•- 1•- 11- ,,- ,,- 11- ,,- ..- 11- lf- 11- 11- ••- 11- ,,- ,,- 11- 1,- ,,- 11-,,- ,.__j 6 1 1 "Whoever would do that for me would be building a monument, not only to my mem-

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