|"Comanche vs. Grandfield--a Minute to Play"--8 by 10 by Terrence Miller Clark|
But not in the '20s and '30s. Dad caught the action. I wonder if he is Number 13? I wonder what year? I hope my dad's last uncle, Mike, can tell me his number.
Dad played his last football game in the fall of 1931, and graduated in spring of 1932. I have his senior ring. That summer in the Depression, he and a friend Carl Price, rode box cars on the Rock Island line and other trains to Juarez, Mexico to celebrate.
Coming home, they "changed trains" in Tucumcari, N.M., waiting on a Rock Island freight back to Oklahoma. Early one morning, as they were getting ready to jump into an open box car, a railroad employee started talking to Dad. They talked too long, and the train sped up. Dad tried to jump on, slipped, fell under the steel wheels, and lost his right leg below the knee and his left pinkie finger as he pushed himself away.
Iron Guard Clark was no more. But he could still draw, and always did. But not inside the lines or by anyone's rules.