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Art by Franklin McMahon
M y son's a football hero. Like a
lot of fathers, I'd always
hoped he'd be a top athlete
better in high school and college
than his old man was, I mean.
I got my wish and a lot of wor
ries besides.
Paul has just started college.
Selecting the right school is always
a problem, and for the boy who is
football fodder, it can be a treach
erous one. I think Paul made the
right decision, but it took a Sum
mer of agonizing debate by the
whole family.
Long before Paul's graduation,
we were visited by representatives
of college athletic associations or
"interested alumni."
"Paul is the kind of young man
who will fit in at our school," each
told us. "Intelligent, clean-cut, in
terested in athletics. Our school can
do things for Paul."
What they could do differed
greatly from school to school. Four
teen institutions contacted us, all
with "deals" to lure the athlete to
their campus. But some of these
"athletic scholarships" were sim
ply euphemistic disguises for what
was play-for-pay "amateurism."
Frankly I was surprised at what
Paul could get just for playing a
game. On my earnings as a small
retail businessman, I had been
worried about paying Paul's way
through four years of college. But
these schools stion had us worry
ing about how much Paul could
get for receiving an education.
Tuition and some incidentals were
Kuiiiill Wivk',1, October 10. 1957