copyWrite By Mark House

So, one of baseball's greatest pitchers accidentally killed a man. This seems to be all that is remembered of Carl "Sub" Mays with his case stamped "CLOSED" and dated August 16, 1920, in regard to Baseball Hall Of Fame worthiness. 

While investigating Carl Mays' closed case file a bit closer, I have come to conclude it should be reopened, re-accessed and urgently considered for 2020 Hall Of Fame Early Baseball Era Ballot inclusion and for 2022 Baseball Hall Of Fame Induction, celebration and recognition. This ultimate request of the proactive exoneration of Carl Mays coming to fruition near one-hundred years to the date of Mays' undeserved world of baseball and public defamation of character and spirit relative to the death of one Ray Chapman of the Cleveland Indians.

Before going any further, we will call before the Early Baseball Era Committee one Charles Johnson, a former San Diego area high school player who amazingly experienced the baseball tutelage of one Carl Mays up until the year of Mays' passing in 1971. Mr. Johnson describes his personal reflection of the character of Carl Mays as he continued to give back to the game of baseball up until near the time of his death.

"Carl Mays came down from Oregon to help out with our high school baseball team in San Diego every spring for four consecutive years through 1971. He spent a lot of one-on-one time with us. Not only did he teach the pitchers a lot of important things, but helped teach hitting and strategy. I can remember spending hours in the batting cage while Mr. Mays would sit in a folding chair analyzing my swing and giving helpful tips.

Back in 1969 we had no internet and the only way of getting baseball history information was to read a book. We (the players) did appreciate Mr. Mays, but we really had no idea of the magnitude of who this man was. He had to walk with a cane and looked older than his 78 years when we knew him. He was my connection to baseball history."

Within an extensive amount of research, it was discovered that Carl Mays and I have only one thing in common. We were both seventeen year old pitchers when winning amateur level games within the same town of Hennessey, Oklahoma. While pitching for the Hennessey Sluggers back in the summer of 1909, Mays beat the Alton Wholesale Grocery Company team from Enid, Oklahoma, by a score of 10-4. Seventy-two boys of summers later, I show up in Hennessey and beat their American Legion team 22-1 while pitching for Cobb Creek Legion based out of Eakly, Oklahoma.

From this common pitcher's mound ground, it's obvious there are major league differences in our life paths. Carl Mays became a two hundred seven (207) Major League Baseball (MLB) career game winner while I learned how to read and write about such great feats. Carl Mays played fifteen years in the MLB with a 2.92 ERA while I learned how to read and write about such great feats. Carl Mays is a 4X World Series Champion and won three (3) World Series games while I learned to how read and write about such great feats. Carl Mays played with, and at the talent level of, Babe Ruth and Ty Cobb while I learned how to read and write about such great feats.

As witnesses looked upon Ray Chapman crowding the plate on August 16, 1920, Mays sidearm slung a fiery fastball into what he fervently claimed was the strike zone with Chapman's head hanging within said strike zone. The impact of the ball struck Chapman with such force that Mays thought it hit his bat and had no clue it hit him in the head. While thinking it was in play, Mays picked the ball up and threw to first for what he thought would be an out. Meanwhile, Chapman falls down twice during his attempt to walk to first on a hit by pitch call by the umpire. Chapman, unable to get up, is taken to the hospital where 1920 era surgeons diagnose a skull fracture. After what looked to be a good chance at recovery after surgery, Chapman died the following morning on August 17, 1920.

Where do we go from this tragic death blow to professional baseball which is time stamped and paralleled with the breaking news of Chicago's infamous 1919 Black Sox scandal? As I researched deeper into The Baseball Chronicle, I uncovered a "to-his-dying-day" statement from Carl Mays. He adamantly insisted that "the pitch that killed Chapman would have been called a strike had he managed to duck out of the way." Chapman was historically noted for hugging the plate so closely when batting that his head was usually in the strike zone.

Like any pitcher worth a grain of salt, early age, golden aged or modern day, the plate belongs to me mentality rules the standard mind set. Was this disastrous death toll event within the world of professional baseball so shocking that everyone for a century and counting has literally continued to dismiss the fact that it was an accident?

Even an average legal intern would have sense enough to argumentatively question that if a pitcher is supposed to throw a strike and the batter's head is in the strike zone, who is truly at fault? We can all join a ghost jury of this Early Era and make judgement for ourselves. Mays himself chose to express regret but stated he "did not feel any guilt because he had not hit Chapman on purpose."

Furthermore and despite many a soldier, including my great grandfather, being intelligent enough to wear a helmet in World War I, baseball leadership of this time seemed to possess no inclination or proactive thoughts about head protection or batter safety in 1920 when Chapman was struck and killed. This even after a minor league batter, Mobile (Alabama) Sea Gull John Dodge, was struck in the head and killed in a Southern Association League game four years earlier in 1916. Dodge and Chapman are the only professional players known to have died from being hit by a pitch. Chapman being the only one at the major league level.

We do have to ponder if the U.S. Army can foresee the great need of head protection, and, considering baseball had already incurred such a devastating death blow to the head, why then, at the least, were some protective measures not already implemented by the MLB when Ray Chapman stuck his head out over the plate and died in 1920?

Although Frank Mogridge was granted a patent (#780899) for a "head protector" in 1905, batter safety was ignored for the next fifty-five years. Although Hall Of Famer Roger Bresnahan developed a "leather-batting" helmet in 1908 after being struck in the head and severely injured, batter safety was ignored for the next fifty-two years.

Ironically from the point of Chapman's death blow in 1920, it took baseball governorship near forty more years to even seriously begin to think about this problem. Headgear and helmets did not truly come into play in the major leagues until 1960 when Jim Lemon became the first player to wear a "little league" helmet in a major league game.

So, I ask, why is Carl Mays, to this day, held personally responsible for what is clearly the fault of what seems to be a variety of uncontrolled circumstances of his time. A batter who crowds the plate with his head attached to the strike zone and leadership that did not either comprehend, care, or, consider if said batter wore head protection or not. Again, I ask who is at fault?

It is most interesting to exhume news of one particular and dramatic incident from the 1915 season. It included the one they call Tyrus "Ty" Cobb dangerously tossing a bat towards a Red Sox rookie pitcher (Carl Mays) with a most stormy relationship being born in baseball. "Cobb is the greatest ball player in the world and also the dirtiest," said Mays in the November 30, 1915, edition of the Grand Forks Daily Herald.

Following this potentially lethal bat tossing by Cobb, Mays states Red Sox shortstop Everett Scott "picked it up and brought it in and I walked back to Cobb and shoved it out at him. Just as he reached for it I pulled it back. Again I stuck it out at him, and when he reached for it this time I let it fall to the ground. For a minute or two he refused to pick it up, but then did so when the umpire ordered," added Mays. "Cobb tries to get the goat of every young pitcher. If a look or hot words could have killed me, I would be inhabiting a wooden kimono now."

Makes a 1920 ghost jury or 2020 Hall Of Fame Early Baseball Era decision maker question if Mays' courageous ability, as a rookie, to stand up to the world renowned nastiness of Ty Cobb was the actual birth place of his own unpleasant public persona? Should a man and ball player from this antiquated window of time need room to be who he has to be in order to survive within such a distressed environment of this intemperate baseball era?

Relative to the 1920 Chapman tragedy and with no legal conviction or any suspension or ban from Major League Baseball, astoundingly Carl Mays recovered and continued to establish a career worthy of Baseball's Hall Of Fame status.

I continue my case with optimism that Carl Mays will now be seriously and sincerely considered with prompt recognition for his on-the-field accomplishments and not just for the fatal accident that has created his personal and undeserved infamy. Two hundred and seven (207) major league victories with a 2.92 ERA is quite a feat. A World Series victory is what all pitchers dream about much less than the three earned by Carl Mays. Although he carried somewhat of a harsh persona that endured and subdued the ferocious testings of Ty Cobb, I find it most hard to believe Carl Mays would have or could have killed a man on purpose.

I personally and honestly believe there has never been a major or minor league ball player anywhere at anytime on any field that has ever carried the intent to kill another player. Common sense of statistically understanding the number (of MLB players) who have ever died from being hit by a pitch (1) while understanding the game, from a players viewpoint, is to be participated in competitively but with honor and respect for even the most hated of rivals. The literal nonexistence of any such Death Wish should be most time proven and most apparent to anyone who has been, or is now, a part of our Great American Pastime.

The contest between the Yankees and Indians on August 16, 1920, was a baseball game not a war. It just doesn't seem there would be room for a Death Wish mentality from anyone involved. Yet, that undeserved death blow perception lives on in Carl Mays' posthumous infamy. This continuation is now just a few innings short of one-hundred years old as I request a "NOT GUILTY VERDICT" and complete exoneration as Early Baseball Era decision makers delve into the truly important elements of Mays' fifteen seasons under the summer sun.

While investigating documented statistics from Mays' early MLB career, I discovered that he had become a top rated submariner for the Boston Red Sox by 1917. He won a total of 22 games with The Baseball Chronicle recognizing a league leading 1.74 E.R.A. In a same season when baseball great Ty Cobb was performing at his standard batting championship level, baseball's Chronicle recognizes "the young guns of Carl Mays and Babe Ruth were beginning to make their own championship noise."

Dazzy Vance was and is considered by many to be the "best" pitcher of the 1920's and most deservedly received induction into Baseball's Hall Of Fame in 1955. If comparing real time statistics reveals real truth, Vance's 197 victories (and 3.24 ERA) is quite magnificent but the statistical math falls ten short of Carl Mays' 207 career victories and 2.92 ERA.

Mays is a 4X World Series Champion winning three with the Red Sox and one with the Yankees in 1923. His best season came about in 1921 when he led the American League in wins with a total of twenty-seven (27) and saves with a total of (7). Mays' batting average for the this particular year of 1921 is documented at an amazing .343

Only one true, but now rebuked, reason (from 1920) exists not to admit Carl Mays into the Hall Of Fame vs. many reasons to induct Carl Mays into the Hall Of Fame. We cannot deny there were a few other "rumors" of difficulties within the long career of Carl Mays, but, gossip and hearsay should no longer detour an official induction for Mays. A long anticipated deliverance of justice and deserved recognition of honor for one of Major League Baseball's greatest is crying out for exonerating rectification and for Mays' inclusion on the Early Baseball Era Ballot in the upcoming year of 2020.

Any genuine baseball historian certainly would possess knowledge of Mays forcing his way out of Boston in 1919 for which American League President Ban Johnson "secretly" suspended Mays while pursuing to ban Mays from the league. Political circumstances forced Johnson to "back down" and Mays, following his walk-out in Boston and friction with the league, was headed for the Yankees. Just one year later, the very same Ban Johnson found himself under extreme pressure from several teams to literally toss Mays out of baseball following the Chapman tragedy. But Johnson, evidently with a changed heart towards Mays, chose not to give in to such pressure. Despite his earlier disdain for Mays' issues in Boston, Johnson decided Mays was worthy to continue a career which lasted up until 1929.

In closing statements shared on behalf of the late Carl Mays, I ask Hall Of Fame decision makers to consider my case constructed with respectful request for a well deserved Early Baseball Era Ballot inclusion and also to consider a most historically known fact that a New York District Attorney of the time determined that the "incident was an accident." There was and never has been any legal charges filed against Carl Mays. And, most every witness to the accident confirmed, at the time, that "Chapman never moved an inch and seemed to have never even saw the ball."

Should we question if there were any investigations relative to alcohol being involved as inebriation has been long proven as a common denominator respective to a person's ability to react or not react in this case? Considering alcohol was an integral part of this early era of baseball for both players and fans alike, were any tests conducted to determine any potential levels of alcohol within Chapman? This with effort to rule out such consideration? From a medical viewpoint, would Chapman's chances to survive this accidental tragedy be considerably less in 1920 compared to modern times as it is most obvious the profession was not quite as advanced as it is today. If Chapman did survive this accident of tragedy, would Carl Mays be in Baseball's Hall Of Fame today?

The numerous and un-investigated cold case factors, if truly considered with some true depth of thought, should be enough to transcend this Early Era tragedy into a Modern Day public relations triumph.

I ask that Hall Of Fame decision makers consider Major League Baseball could have and should have carried either complete or, at the least, partial burden of fault as this same incident has no chance of happening today. Literally because the MLB would not even risk the legal ramifications of any hitter stepping up to the plate without protective head gear.

With those closing thoughts and on behalf of the family and friends of Carl Mays; the 1909 Hennessey (Oklahoma) Sluggers; the 1912 Boise (Idaho) Irrigators; the 1913 Portland (Oregon) Colts; the 1914 Providence (Rhode Island) Grays;  the 1915-1919 Boston Red Sox; the 1919-1923 New York Yankees; the 1924-1928 Cincinnati Reds; the 1929 New York Giants and history adoring baseball fans past and present, I respectfully request one Carl William Mays be added to the Early Baseball Era Ballot in 2020 and honored with a posthumous induction into Baseball's Hall Of Fame within the year of 2022.

Authors Note: All information is researched with confidence of accuracy and compiled with effort to gain the support of Baseball Hall Of Fame decision makers for consideration of a posthumous 2020 Early Baseball Era Ballot inclusion of and a 2022 Baseball Hall Of Fame Induction of Carl "William" Mays. All images, moving and still, are utilized for the enhancement of presentation purposes only.

copyWrite By Mark House

A good friend, a cup of coffee between days of his dialysis, and, an old scrapbook can sometimes make for a magnificent "Glory Days" of baseball story. After enjoying a cup of Joe at Jim's in Bethany (Oklahoma) with my friend Harold Billen, some glory days stuff from 1952 was discovered and certainly worth documenting and sharing with the world as it is now and will be in the days to come.

I'll be danged if ole Harold's brother Clarence (aka Corky) didn't receive a golden aged baseball contract offer from the St. Louis Cardinals. Now this has always been a dream of mine and many of other young men that has never came true. Just go figure how a young twenty year old would feel about getting a letter in the mail from the Cardinals asking you to play for them. I'm getting re-excited about my old kids life dream just thinking about it.

Problem was for Corky, another letter arrived in his pile of mail on that same day in that same box. It was a draft notice from our great Uncle Sam. What a predicament of boyhood dreams vs. the call of duty for Corky. Much like most young men of valor in the early 1950's, Corky signed up with the United States Air Force while playing ball for the Cardinals was reduced to the dream it is and has been for many like me.

Luckily for Corky, Uncle Sam strategized the utilization of America's Game to build public relations within the less hostile countries where many of our young men of war time were based. Ole Corky was assigned to the 42nd Equipment Repair Squadron, 6208th Depot Wing on the now defunct Clark Air Force Base which was located sixty miles north of Manila in the Philippine Islands. His assignment was not only relative to his highly trained ability to repair airplanes but also word was up that this young man from Oklahoma could play some ball. Sort of a dual recruiting and assignment process by his superior officers in charge.

With a lot of hard work to be done and a little downtime to be had, Corky was afforded opportunity to play ball once again. Not only playing but becoming a noble champion of the Clark Air Force Base Red Raiders under Manager and Master Sergeant Larry Linton.

Within the 1952 championship season for the Raiders, Corky hit the "Shot Unheard Of Around The World." Although a huge walk-off blast to right field with comparison to Lou Gehrig's home run hit in the same stadium near twenty years earlier, it has mostly gone unrecognized and unheard of until you just read of it now. Despite the lack of remembrance and recognition of such a magnificent moment in baseball's time, seems Corky was fulfilling the foreign relations strategy implemented by our great Uncle Sam that he proudly served in 1952.

The headlines in the Philippine Sunday Times read "21-Year Old Ends Game With Homer!"

An unidentified writer with the Sunday Times shared on April 13, 1952: "A spectacular home run over the right field fence (where the late Lou Gehrig blasted the sixth homer at Rizal ball park in 1934) in the last half of the ninth inning made a hero out of left fielder Clarence "Corky" Billen, who won the game for the 6208th Depot Wing Raiders against the highly favored Canlubang Sugar Barons, 4-3, in yesterday's lone Manila Baseball League encounter at Rizal diamond.

With one down, Billen, a 21 year-old outfielder who entered the game in the fifth frame, won the game for the soldiers by clouting a home run over the right field fence in the last half of the ninth. The ball landed against the wire over the wall where the late Lou Gehrig slammed out his second home run on December 10, 1934."

Clark Air Force Base Public Information Office released a presser on such an impressive shot to right field. It was distributed "For Immediate Release" and included detailed descriptive of Billen's home run as follows:

"By blasting a spectacular home run in the bottom of the ninth far over the right field retaining wall at Rizal Memorial Stadium, Manila, Raider substitute left fielder Clarence "Corky" Billen, son of Mr. and Mrs. C.C. Billen, 25 East Edwards St., Edmund (Edmond), recently entered the 6208th Depot Wing Sports Hall Of Fame by breaking a tie (3-3) with the powerful Canlubang Sugar Barons to boost his team into second place in the 1952 Manila baseball pennant race."

The 21-year-old Oklahoma's circuit clout, almost as high as it was long, landed near the spot where the late Lou Gehrig recorded the sixth homer at Rizal Park on December 10, 1934.

Billen entered the crucial Raider tilt in the fifth inning.

With searing summer temperatures reaching 97.8 degrees in Manila (the hottest since 1948) the American servicemen found it tough going by the end of the ninth, but used no substitute pitcher for Big B (aka Ballard Branham).

Off to a strong start, the Raiders chalked up two tallies in the first inning. After five futile innings, the Sugar Barons broke into the scoring column with one run in the sixth and two in the seventh. In the top half of the ninth, the Sweeties threatened to score on two hits, but Baron Second Baseman Julve was trapped at third to end the inning.

Billen, a holder of an airman third class rating in the U.S. Air Force, is now assigned to the 42nd Equipment Repair Squadron, 6208th Depot Wing on Clark Air Force Base, located 60 miles north of Manila."

Although most interesting and nostalgically cool at the same time, the "Shot Unheard Of Around The World" is a piece of lost history that remains obscure to many but treasured by a few. Manager and Master Sergeant Linton thought enough of Corky Billen's Lou Gehrig parallel home run blast in the Philippines that he sent a personal letter home to Billen's mother in Oklahoma. The letter is time stamped 20 June 1952 and its complete contents can be enjoyed within the interactive link above.

The following Oklahoma Hall Of Fame nomination is submitted on behalf of Hollywood Media Strategist Stan Rosenfield and his family (past, present and future) for a 2019 honorary induction into Oklahoma's most prestigious entity of honor.

Rosenfield's enduring story represents the essence of Oklahoma's heritage in a most honorable and brilliant way. His "script" encapsulates growing up in Oklahoma City, making his way to Los Angeles, and, diligently working his way to becoming one of the most respected Media Strategist for Hollywood's most elite "A List" talent including Academy Award Winners Robert De Niro, George Clooney, Morgan Freeman, Helen Mirren, Geoffrey Rush, Taylor Hackford and Emmy Award Winners Danny DeVito, Kelsey Grammer, Rhea Perlman, Patricia Clarkson, Soledad O'Brien and Ann Curry making up a part of this most remarkable roster of talent represented by Stan Rosenfield & Associates (SRA).

I personally have no doubt Stan Rosenfield meets the Oklahoma Hall Of Fame criteria of being a "distinctive" inspiration for Oklahomans of all ages and deserves the highest of recognition afforded by our great state's realm of honor.

Rosenfield is a distinguished Les Mason Award winning publicist which is the highest award of honor bestowed upon fellow members by the ICG Publicist Guild and presented specifically for "career excellence in film publicity." As well, Rosenfield is a long-standing member of the Motion Picture Academy of Arts & Sciences, the Television Academy of Arts & Sciences, the Entertainment Professional Publicists Society and also serves on the Board Of American Cinematheque.

Rosenfield's story is a unique and exciting piece of Oklahoma flavored accomplishment that undoubtedly deserves preservation for the motivation of current and future generations of Oklahoman's who might consider a similar pathway to his methodical and persistent pattern of success.

The footprints of Rosenfield's Oklahoma origin trek back into our state's celebrated history to proclaim a near 130 years of existence. In 1892, his great grandfather, Louis Wolf, moved from Kansas to Kingfisher, Oklahoma Territory, and established L. Wolf & Company. As a German immigrant, Mr. Wolf owned and operated his company with effort to provide the pioneering and progressive families of Kingfisher County with work clothing, shoes and hats as well as other fine clothing apparel and accessories.

Stan's grandfather, Louis Rosenfield, was an enthusiastic and ambitious immigrant from Lithuania who journeyed his way to our newly recognized three year old State of the Union by the early 1900's. In December of 1910, Mr. Rosenfield and his wife Anna were granted an official Oklahoma State Charter to incorporate and establish Rosenfield Jewelers with their first ground breaking location quaintly procured at 19 North Robinson Avenue in Oklahoma City. This original location, providing pioneering Oklahomans with fine jewelry, watches and silversmith services, was situated just across an alley and adjacent north of the historically renowned and nationally registered Colcord Building that still exists today.

Rosenfield's parents, Stanley Rosenfield Sr. and Bertha Angleman Rosenfield were married on September 1, 1929, in Oklahoma City. They spent the remainder of their lives as distinguished Oklahoma City residents. Stanley Sr. owned and operated the Jewelry store along with his brother Joel and his father Louis.

As a young man born and raised in Oklahoma City, Rosenfield grew up observing his father Stanley Sr. and uncle Joel operate the family business venture originally established by his grandfather. Stan graduated Northwest Classen High School in 1957 and acquired his higher education (BA Business Administration) from the University of Oklahoma where he graduated a Sooner fan for life in 1962. His son Zach Rosenfield more recently returned to earn a degree in Journalism/Mass Communications from the University Of Oklahoma in 1999.

As reported in a July 26, 2010, Daily Oklahoman article, soon after graduating OU, Rosenfield felt a "sense of wanting to escape" the normalcy of a somewhat privileged and predictable life. "I just got in my car and drove to Los Angeles," says Rosenfield. "I liked the idea of going somewhere where I didn't know anybody."

Like many other "overnight" Hollywood sensation stories, it didn't just happen overnight for Rosenfield as well. His first job upon arriving in California was a data-processing position not to be cared for. While dealing with the redundancy of processing someone else's data, he was encouraged to apply for the agent training program at the William Morris Agency. With an application in hand and data continuing to process for another week, Rosenfield's thought of any plausibility regarding the agent concept was faint. While getting down to the minuscule possession of his last thirty dollars, the faintness disappeared and a less skeptical "maybe it could happen" attitude assumed control as the application was filled out and turned in.

It wasn't long before William Morris dialed up Rosenfield's number and he was afforded claim to the same level of mail room stardom as a few other highly distinguished and pioneering mail delivery men that the William Morris Agency had hired in the past. This historical alumni list of rookie initiation into the business profoundly includes Jeffrey Katzenberg, Michael Eisner and David Geffen.

From delivering mail at the William Morris Agency, Rosenfield worked his way into the Public Relations arena under the mentorship of fellow Oklahoman Jay Bernstein. With the same enthusiasm and ambition that his grandfather Louis brought to Oklahoma City in 1910, Stan Rosenfield & Associates was founded in Los Angeles, California, some sixty-five years later in 1975.

Presiding over SRA since its inception, the list of genuine Hollywood Stars represented by Rosenfield as their personal media strategist is long and prestigious. While numerous public relation wannabe's employ the old and dubious name dropping strategy to remotely sound successful, Rosenfield has secured the right to remain silent as his illustrious career and historical client list of Academy and Emmy Award Winning talent speaks for itself.

The Honorable Max N Berry, former Chairman and current member of the Smithsonian National Board of Trustees writes, "An enormous success story as a Hollywood media strategist for many famous actors, but even more important, Stan Rosenfield is a loyal Oklahoman of the highest character, honesty, a willingness to help those in need and is the kind of citizen that our country needs to carry on the spirit of our forefathers. He is a one man chamber of commerce for his beloved state of Oklahoma in the style of Will Rogers and Bud Wilkinson."

As if maintaining paramount success in Hollywood for over 43 years is not enough, one notable star shared her personal thoughts about Stan Rosenfield in the 2010 Oklahoman article. "His honesty and availability make him an effective publicist," said actress and national TV talk show host Kelly Ripa. "Show business is loaded with all sorts of villainous characters, and he's a really good guy. He's not a bully. He's not nasty."

Former Oklahoma University basketball star, current OU Board Of Regents member and CEO/President of Oklahoma City based Saxum, Renzi Stone, shares "Stan is a public relations legend in Hollywood. Most impressive to me is his love of Oklahoma, his hometown of Oklahoma City and his alma mater the University of Oklahoma; each of which he has never lost contact. Without wanting anything in return, Stan took a call and later a meeting with a young PR guy who asked for some career advice. I've learned much and love my friendship with Stan."

Artistic Director for RM Productions in Los Angeles, Oklahoma's Rachael Meyers states "You would assume that someone so in demand would have no time for anyone outside that world. But Stan is the exception. Since my move to L.A. he has welcomed me with open arms, answered questions, attended screenings and offered sage advice - all of which he was under no obligation to give. He's one of the kindest industry veterans I have met in the city, and I'm certain this thoughtfulness is rooted in his Oklahoma heritage.

"He's one of the guys you meet in the business you know you're going to keep in touch with," says Emmy Award Winning Danny DeVito while referring to their first meeting in 1974. After DeVito landed a major role on "Taxi" four years later in 1978, Rosenfield offered him his personal representation that has lasted the test of time to this date.

Despite Rosenfield's client list growing in size and prestige over the years, DeVito says "Stan remains constantly available. Call him day or night, it doesn't matter. 'Uncle Stan' is always there."

Rosenfield, a frequent guest lecturer at UCLA, USC and Loyola University, directs attention to fundamentals when sharing thoughts of success in the public relations field. He considers the ability to evolve as being most important. From old style press releases to more modern day email capabilities, evolution with technology is a must. From email to web sites to Facebook, blogs and now Twitter and Instagram, effective public relation communications have to coincide with each new trending media as they are born and identified.

Rosenfield serves as a frequent and guest lecturer with a purpose of sharing his lifetime of experience and knowledge, along with time proven methods of achievement and success, with effort to educate students interested in pursuing a career within the publicity and media strategy arenas. He has formally taught a course at UCLA Extension called "Strategies for Representing Talent in Agency Public Relations."  Rosenfield's ability to educate future media strategists with his expertise is a personal skill that illuminates from within a 2010 interview (above) with Eric Schwartzman, host of  the award winning podcast "On The Record Online."

The fundamentals reinforced each time words are shared from an educational platform must certainly work as Rosenfield's long time client and friend George Clooney presented him with the Les Mason Award recognizing him as Hollywood's 2010 PUBLICIST OF THE YEAR. This occurring exactly one hundred (100) years after his grandfather set foot on Oklahoma soil to begin the settlement of family life, business ventures and societal contributions within what was, at the time, a new state of Oklahoma.

Despite reaching such an elevated realm of success in Los Angeles, Oklahoma born and raised media mastermind Stan Rosenfield continues to provide inspiration, education and enthusiastic hope for future generations from his modest yet sincere assessment of being one of Hollywood's most successful media strategists. Recognizing it's a learn-on-the-job career, Rosenfield shares "I did it, so, anyone can do it. It's not like it's a closed thing."

Author's Note: With confidence in research accuracy, it has been a great honor to assemble the information contained within this nomination for Stan Rosenfield's potential induction into the Oklahoma Hall Of Fame. All still and moving visual iMages, audio and script elements are shared on a private, not-for-profit basis and specifically used for the presentation of nomination for Stan Rosenfield's induction into the Oklahoma Hall Of Fame. It is my "opinion" that Stan Rosenfield belongs within the top tier of current inductees representing the Oklahoma Hall Of Fame. It is my desire that the Oklahoma Hall Of Fame will recognize and preserve the lifetime accomplishments of one of our greatest native sons who continues to represent our state with ultimate prestige while serving within the exciting and thriving industry called show business.

copyWrite By Mark House

This particular blogUmentary relative to the baseball Genesis of Curt Gowdy begins like most of my previous. The discovery of a cool piece of memorabilia leading to an avenue of curiosity longer than the Mother Road (Route 66). If you know of or have heard of Curt Gowdy and/or the Mother Road, then you're more than likely to be interested in the contents of this remembrance. If not, you're probably already bored but will miss out on a treasure of enlightenment by going your own millennial maddened way.

More than a few weeks ago I found myself looking around as I normally do if any spare time happens to show up on my schedule. Just making some regular stops and regular talks with some irregular folks who consider me a friend. One of these irregularities, Doug from the Antique Warehouse here in Oklahoma City, knows me fairly well and knows I don't buy much of anything unless there's anything odd, random or rare to pry a dollar from my wallet secured within a tightwad pocket. In fact, I think most get somewhat disturbed to see me coming if they have yet to find something of such previous description. Many times I've walked away with disappointment after a hard search for anything that might trigger my Tique Sniper curiosity. Not necessarily a disappointment to me, but, more so for those entrepreneurs who are always looking to make a buck or two on a slow weekend of antiquity.

Towards the end of a leisurely yet unsuccessful day of journeyman Tique Sniper work, ole Doug came through with a piece that caught my eye. He handed me an old scrapbook compiled of faded newspaper articles filled with a mass amount of information about the mostly forgotten and millennially unknown Oklahoma City Indians. The Indians were the OKC Dodgers who were the Oklahoma Redhawks who were the Oklahoma City 89ers after they were called the Indians. One of my bargaining strategies included the fact that the old newspaper articles and photos were interesting but most can be found online with a quick search of resources available to the general public. That money saving strategy soon disappeared as an element discovered within the scrapbook that can't be found anywhere, period, would be the 1947 signature of one Curt Gowdy, "The Indians Baseball Announcer," along with several of the '47 team members including a future but now past 1953 American League MVP Al Rosen. Dang it, with my bargaining strategy vanished into thin air, I'm now left with nothing but the hard core reality of true Tique Sniper intuition...if you see it don't leave it or you won't see it again.

Usually after three paragraphs, I'd almost be done. Not so here as there's some interesting intricacies to discovering this piece enshrined with a rookie baseball announcing signature of Curt Gowdy. Not too many folks know that Gowdy, a nationally known broadcaster for many years in the previous century, actually began his baseball announcing career right here in Oklahoma City. He broadcast Indian games in both 1947 and 1948. I certainly didn't know this until a friend of mine, Stan Rosenfield, shared an experience he had as a young Oklahoma City Indian baseball fan. Stan said that his dad ask him if he wanted to go down to the radio station (KOCY) one evening to watch Mr. Gowdy broadcast an actual game that was being played out of town. "Yea!" was his answer.

Well there's nothing better that I enjoy than learning about pieces of treasured history that have fallen through the cracks of father time. Especially from a personal experience of someone who was actually there. Curt Gowdy was the voice of baseball for me as a young little leaguer with big league dreams in the 1960's and 70's. Memories of watching baseball's Game Of The Week on my grandparent's RCA Console television still resonate with me today. The voice of Curt Gowdy every Saturday afternoon is included within that resonation. It's just as clear as if yesterday, I was still sitting there in Binger, Oklahoma, with my grandpa watching Gibson and the Cardinals battle the Chicago Cubs. Of course, with only one game a week, baseball was way more special to me than it is today. Of course, if you know Binger is the hometown of Cincinnati Reds Hall Of Famer Johnny Bench, you'll have a desire to read on. If not, you've now come too far to turn back now.

Curt Gowdy, along with Tony Kubek, serve as NBC announcers for the 1975 World Series Championship between the Cincinnati Reds and the Boston Red Sox. Gowdy calls a memorable Johnny Bench home run at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati.

After finding Gowdy's signature in the old scrapbook and remembering Stan had previously brought up his Gowdy experience as a young fan, I had to seek his personal description a second time around as it now meant much more to my rekindled curiosity of that moment. The intrigue of this story is enhanced with the realization of the difference in time zones and lifestyles between Stan and I. Stan calls to share his experience as he's returning to Los Angeles after a weekend away while I'm answering his call on the way to El Reno after not really having been anywhere. Despite distance and differences, the common ground we both have is the game of baseball. We both wore those old wool styled little league uniforms that got a little more than warm on a hot summer afternoon. His experience coming from the 1940's in a larger Oklahoma City and mine from the 1960's from a much smaller Lookeba-Sickles. As well, we both carry the voice of Curt Gowdy in our reflections of baseball past. The exact same voice that transcended decades from Oklahoma City that he witnessed in 1947 to the national big time show in the 1950's, 60's and 70's before winding down in the 1980's.

Stan's recollection of his three inning experience watching Gowdy recreate an Oklahoma City Indian road game includes a one hundred square foot room at the KOCY studios and a guy in the corner with earphones typing out the game action info on small index cards. This as it came across the wire in morse code. The creative and talented Gowdy took the vague information as it was fed to him and created the Texas League game broadcast just as if he were there live in Dallas, Ft. Worth, Beaumont, Shreveport, Houston or San Antonio. The code translation would be something like 1b equal one ball; 1s equal one strike; fb would not equal facebook but a foul ball and so on. Gowdy instinctively enhanced the code with such baseball jargon as "it's a cool night here in Dallas as Rosen adjusts his cap and checks his socks before stepping up to the plate." Who would have thought? Who would have known? In a Wide World Of Sports with no technology, Gowdy was a make believe high tech genius. In Oklahoma City, when baseball was truly America's Game and riding high on the airwaves of AM radio, the slightly gravelly voice of Curt Gowdy was preparing to speak to future generations of fans across our great nation.

Curt Gowdy's shares some insight to the beginning of his baseball announcing career as captured by the Archives Of American Television. Gowdy began his professional baseball broadcasting career in 1947 on Oklahoma City radio station KOCY.

Although Gowdy's signature in the old scrapbook fascinates the senses of a collector's dream, it's the remembrance of his voice that endows such fascination. Learning of his genius baseball announcing Genesis actually happening in Oklahoma City is the type of historical morsel that keeps me looking around town on most Saturday afternoons as the "Game Of The Week" no longer exists as I knew it and looked forward to it with extraordinary anticipation.

Nomination copyWrite By Mark House

Historically and statistically, Mike Moore is one of the greatest Major League Baseball (MLB) pitchers ever born and raised in the great state of Oklahoma. Many will testify that he is personally one of the greatest people ever to be born and raised in the great state of Oklahoma. For such reasons, I respectfully nominate Mike Moore for a most deserved 2019 induction into Oklahoma's prestigious Sports Hall Of Fame. I reqeust this honor on behalf of Moore's family; the Eakly Eagles; the Oral Roberts University Golden Eagles; the Seattle Mariners; the Oakland Athletics; the Detroit Tigers; the Lookeba-Sickles Panthers and fans of Oklahoma baseball in general. 

A look at the Moore brothers, Mike (left), Glenn (center) and James (right) from their rural baseball roots of Caddo County's Eakly, Oklahoma.

What a great baseball story originating from the dusty ole peanut fields of Oklahoma's Caddo County and ending up on a red dirt mound in sunny California with sweet victory in World Championship Series play for the Oakland A's. From a proudly worn little league uniform with an iron-on E for Eakly to the MLB with a more glorified and perfectly stitched A's cap for Oakland. It only happens for a chosen few. A chosen few with such a high level of natural talent and the highest level of work ethic to match.

From Eakly to Oakland, Mike Moore represents Oklahoma as a World Series Champion and a Major League Baseball All-Star. The year of 2019 will mark the 30th Anniversary of Moore winning two World Series games for Oakland against the San Francisco Giants.

Mike Moore, over his 14 year professional career, has earned the right to be considered one of Oklahoma's greatest red dirt, red blood, born and raised, Major League Baseball pitchers of all time. Solid statistical evidence stands behind this claim of such greatness. The most significant statistics relative to career MLB victories (161), MLB strikeouts (1,667) and average MLB strikeouts per season (119) place Mike at the top of Oklahoma's list with fellow Oklahoma standout Allie Reynolds and Major League Baseball hall of famers Warren Spahn and Carl Hubbell.

Only one Oklahoman, Mike Moore, has ever been drafted #1 since the inception of the Major League Baseball draft in 1965. From over fifty years of MLB player drafts, only Mike Moore from Eakly, Oklahoma, has represented the Sooner State as the #1 overall selection.

Only six Oklahoma born players have broken the 1,000 career strikeout plateau. 1989 MLB All-Star Mike Moore's top-of-the-list 1,667 averaged per season calculates to 119. Allie Reynolds' 1,423 averaged per season adds up to 108.5. On average, no one else comes close to these two great pitchers born and raised in our great state. Moore's average of 119 per season is higher than that of the great Carl Hubbell (104.8) and even rivals that of the greatest Warren Spahn at 123.

Mike Moore was a standout student athlete for Eakly High School. With a 24-2 senior season record and an unbelievable .05 earned run average (E.R.A.), Moore earned his final high school victory while being selected MVP in Oklahoma's 29th Annual All-State Baseball Classic in 1978.

Despite being drafted in the third round out of Eakly High School in 1978 by the St. Louis Cardinals, Moore chose to attend college and pitch for Oral Roberts University. Also bypassing a basketball scholarship offer from the University of Oklahoma, he earned First Team Sporting News All-American baseball status in 1981 while at ORU. Moore then became the first Oklahoman and the first right handed pitcher ever to be drafted by the MLB #1 OVERALL by the Seattle Mariners in 1981.

San Francisco Manager Roger Craig compliments Mike Moore on his pitching performance in Major League Baseball's 1989 World Series Championship.

Former Oklahoma high school umpire Jim Ruff claims Moore "at the high school level, was too good for everybody else. Most everybody was scared to death of him because of his speed."

Daily Oklahoman columnist, the late Bob Hersom, recognized Moore as an "Eakly High School and Oral Roberts University (ORU) pitching ace."

1981 ORU Pitching Coach Jim Brewer said "I've seen a lot of pitchers in the last 25 years and I think Mike Moore is probably one of the strongest."

During the 1989 World Series, former Oakland A's Pitching Coach Dave Duncan shared that "Mike hasn't just been sitting back and trying to let his God-given ability take over, he's worked hard to improve in all the different areas to become a great pitcher."

Daily Oklahoman columnist, baseball historian and sports talk radio personality Berry Tramel shares "Moore's 161 MLB wins should be a 'SLAM DUNK' in regard to Oklahoma Sports Hall Of Fame induction."

Baseball Almanac indicates Mike Moore was twenty-two (22) years old when he broke into the majors with the Seattle Mariners on April 11, 1982. Pinnacle highlights of Moore's 161 WIN fourteen year MLB career include 1989 MLB All-Star status and pitching in two World Series Championships for the Oakland A's in both 1989 and 1990. Moore won game two and game four in the '89 "Quake Series" sweep vs. the S.F. Giants as the A's became World Champs.

copyWrite By Mark House

A first cold winter "frost" of any year can't set in without now thinkin' of a young cowboy who lost his life while "Takin' Care Of Business" in the historic rodeo town of Cheyenne, Wyoming, in 1989. Life sure seemed somewhat slower than it is today but it was fast enough that the tragic death of this young cowboy may have passed by without much attention unless you were built Ford tough into the rodeo arena.

You'll definitely have to be built Ford tough with some eternal thoughts of consequence to experience this last ride with Lane Frost. It took place "in the rain in the mud in July in Cheyenne" which are actual words from an inspirational song of tribute written and performed by Aaron Watson of Amarillo, Texas. If you tap on the song's title, you can enjoy Watson's masterpiece of a tribute but be sure and return for the rest of this story when your teardrops dry up a bit.

In the immortal words and voice of Paul Harvey, "now here's the Rest of the Story," as this tragic incident transpired at the Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo, the world's largest outdoor rodeo and western celebration held annually since 1897 drawing near 200,000 people to Wyoming each year.

I personally remember hearing about it and thinking what a shame that a life so young had to be lost. A life that was only one year younger than mine at the time. Being familiar with rodeo but not deeply involved, the news was accepted with a profound shrug of just accepting things that happen. Ridin' bulls is a dangerous sport but the unexpected loss of life within the attempt of 8 Seconds on a mean and nasty energized animal remains just that, unexpected because it doesn't happen very often. My unscientific reasoning for this being there's not too many men brave enough to straddle a near ton of such vicious and unpredictable bull buckin' pandemonium.  

From the Wrangler Network's "Lane Frost 25 Years In 25 Days" tribute, a memorable and heartbreaking visual of The Last Ride. After makin' eight out of the gate with a score of 85 on the now infamous bull "Takin' Care Of Business," Frost, attempting to dismount, tragically lost his life in the rain in the mud in July in Cheyenne.  

As the twenty-eight (28) year mark of this tragic loss of life quietly rolled by this past summer, the rediscovery of its memory and what has continued in honor of it since then has made it much more important within my personal thought processing. Meeting a new friend a few weeks back while headin' west out of El Reno, Oklahoma, on the Mother Road (Route 66), I was given a "Cowboy Bible" by an eighty-two (82) year old gentleman by the name of Colonel Cliff Johnson. Mr. Johnson owns Old Cowboys Antiques there on Sunset Drive in El Reno where you can find some interesting old relics of the cowboy ways of life past.

Mr. Johnson and I struck up a good conversation about real country music and other similar interests. He was impressed that I knew who Hank Snow, Roy Clark, Patsy Cline, Porter Wagoner and Buck Owens were. With a genuine effort to save my soul within our brief visit, ole Mr. Johnson gave me a copy of this "Cowboy Bible." His giving didn't require I buy anything or pay for the book itself. Although, reflecting through our conversation, Mr. Johnson could tell I was more than likely a saved soul, he handed me this book without too much description and just said "pass it on if and when you run across someone who might benefit."

Well I took the old book from Mr. Johnson with thoughts of doing just that. Passing it on when the chance approaches. It wasn't until I got home that evening and got to looking this book over that the memory of and interest in Lane Frost reappeared. Just noticing the image of a bull rider in general when Mr. Johnson handed me the book, I now realize it was an illustration of Lane Frost on the cover. It is a beautiful illustration created in pencil sketch by Caleb Merrick. On the cover of this book titled "Cowboy Bible," there's no mention of Lane Frost but just a magnificent image of a cowboy, a bull and a cross.

As I opened the book for a quick scan, I found a full version of the New Testament. Within the inside front cover, I discovered an interesting and heartfelt message from the parents of Lane Frost. They wrote "On October 12, 1963, our life was changed forever with the birth of our son Lane. On July 30, 1989, life changed forever for Lane. On that day he left this earth and entered his eternal home in heaven. You see, Lane had discovered that this world isn't all there is to life. We all have an eternal destiny. It may be an eternal life in hell or an eternal life in heaven. Lane chose a heavenly home by accepting Jesus as his personal Savior. This new testament has come into your hands with our prayer that you will make that choice also. Please read the rest of this page on how to accept Jesus." This personal message was signed "Sincerely" by Elsie and Clyde Frost.

From the Wrangler Network presentation "Lane Frost 25 Years In 25 Days," friends, family and parents (Elsie and Clyde Frost) share some genuine thoughts and testimony regarding the life and times of the young cowboy from Oklahoma.

Ole Mr. Johnson's approach was pretty much the same as the book's attempt at saving a soul. It was one of being a choice and not so much an attempt with religious contempt. He gave me a choice of taking the book and the book gives us choice of accepting its New Testament content which includes "There is only one way to heaven. It is through the Lord Jesus Christ (John 14:6). He Loves You…He turns no one away (John 3:16, John 6:37). However, He never forces Himself on anyone. He waits until you invite Him into your life. (Revelation 3:20). He says that we are all sinners–that we are separated from God by sin (Romans 3:23). But he willingly took our sin upon Himself when He died on the cross so that we might become God's children through Him (II Corinthians 5:21). Won't you come to Jesus? It is simple (II Corinthians 5:20). PRAY: 'Lord Jesus, I invite you into my heart and life. I thank you for dying for me. Forgive my sins and be both my Savior and my Lord. Thank you for giving me a new life in you.' Now turn to the book of John (page 103) and read it through."

If the unfortunate and untimely death of a young cowboy could save a life into eternity, it sure seems the spirit of Lane Frost remains willing to make such a sacrifice. This with one last ride while Takin' Care Of Business for his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Author's Note: For those who desire to "Cowboy Up" and make a contribution to the Cowboy Bible Fund, send it directly to Lane Frost's home church at Lane Baptist Church, P.O. Box 37, Lane, Oklahoma, 74555.

copyWrite Mark House
November 23, 2017

University of Oklahoma football is nearing a complete and successful one hundred twenty two (122) years of existence. Although pro football now dominates the Thanksgiving Day holiday, there was a better day back in the day when a fresh and new collegiate game was played on this national holiday set aside to give thanks for the bounty of God's blessings.

Within just a couple of seasons past the 1895 birth of Oklahoma (OU) football, such a game was found to be played on Thanksgiving Day in the year of 1897. A now one hundred and twenty (120) year old game that was played against an Oklahoma City town team that, in 1895, literally drop kicked the pants off the 'varsity by a score of 34-0 in the first game ever played by the "Territorial" college team from Norman. A tough way to construct the foundation of what is now one of the greatest collegiate football programs to exist, but, we all know there's a learning curve and a price of sacrifice that comes with success.

This jersey, worn by Joe Merkle, is the oldest piece of memorabilia on display at the Switzer Center in Norman. Merkle played for Oklahoma's "Territorial" 'varsity team from 1896 to 1899. Merkle was recognized as one of the best players that competed on Thanksgiving Day in 1897 against the Oklahoma City Boomers.

As we wipe the blood off our brow and get back to the future of Thanksgiving Day on November 26, 1897, we find this 120 year old game was actually and only the fourth game to ever to be contested by Oklahoma's "Territorial" university. A game lost within the historical cracks of modern day high tech Wikipedia driven media but then found lying in an archaic newsprint ditch beside the back roads of a similar high tech cyberspace highway.  

Ironically, this one-hundred twenty (120) year old football experience was played out against that same rough and tumble group from Oklahoma City that drubbed the university's first attempt at the game of football. This thrilling re-birth experience of such antiquated gridiron action comes to us courtesy of the November 27, 1897, issue of the Wichita Daily Eagle. As I share the discovery of the Eagle headline "FOOTBALL PLAY AT NORMAN," the life of a game lost in time returns for a brief and glorious moment before it once again dissipates into a blackhole within a vast and uncontrollable cyberspace of the www:

Oklahoma City, O.T., Nov. 26–(Special.)–The most exciting and stubbornly contested game of football ever played in Oklahoma was played on the University campus between the University team and the Boomer team, from Oklahoma City, beginning at 4 o'clock on Thanksgiving day.

The day was perfect, with the light southerly wind and the gridiron was in excellent condition.

Game was called promptly at 4 o'clock by the referee, Prof. Parrington, of the University, and Floyd E. White of Oklahoma City acted as umpire.

University won the toss and Smith kicked off, when Loughmiller got the ball and was downed with a slight loss. By variation of plays around the ends and through the line, Oklahoma finally shoved the ball to the University 20-yard line and was then given ten yards on a foul. Oklahoma lost the ball on downs and Mackey, made a 10-yard run around left end. University gained steadily, until the 40-yard line, and then lost on a fumble by Brown, re-fumbled by Loughmiller. University now worked the Pennsylvania guard's back play until the 30-yard line, when Potter of Oklahoma was laid out and Carson put in. University worked the ball to the 3-yard line and Burrows was pushed over for a touchdown. Mackey missed goal. Time of first half, 22 minutes. Score, 4 to 0.

McCormick kicked off and University worked the ball to the 40-yard line during 8 minutes of play, when time was called.

Score at end of first half, 4 to 0 in favor of 'varsity team.

Referee White called time at 4:43 and McCormick kicked off for 45 yards, when it was returned by Roberts 10 yards, he being fouled by Irvin and given 10 yards more. During the entire half the University used the guards back play and slowly but steadily, across the goal line, the ball was carried three times, and as many times missed goal. The first touchdown was made after ten minutes of play and seven minutes late the second was made. The most exciting and last touchdown was made three-quarters of a minute before time was called. When Oklahoma made the last kick off Mackey made a brilliant run of twenty yards, and during this touchdown the University carried the ball ninety yards in six and a quarter minutes.
 
The final score was 16 to 0 in favor of University. The Norman people went wild with enthusiasm.

Some very singular playing was done, when Quarterback McClure of Oklahoma stood upright on Center Rush White's back and jumped both lines when the ball was snapped, tackling the 'varsity backs. The best playing was done by White, D. McClure and Loughmiller, for Oklahoma, and Ford, Mackey, Barrows and Joe Merkle for University. (Author's Note: Both Joe Merkle and his brother Fred started for the 'varsity team in this 1897 Thanksgiving Day game against Oklahoma City.)

This was one of the cleanest games ever witnessed.

The line-up was as follows:
University                                    Oklahoma City
Merkle ………………Center ………….. White
Howell …………….Right guard ……….Irvin
Hefley ……………..Left guard …………Potter
Barrows ………….Right tackle ………   Holland
J. Merkle …………Left tackle …………  McCormick
Clapham …………..Right end …………Loughmiller
McCutcheon ………Left end …………..G. McClure
Ford ………………Quarterback ……… D. McClure
Mackey …………Right halfback ………Brown
Smith ……………..Left half back ………Chinn
Roberts ……………Full back …………. Herring
 
The halves were thirty minutes each. Oklahoma lost the whole game when Brown and Loughmiller fumbled the ball during the last part of the first half, after which Oklahoma never had the ball in her possession.

The 1897 Oklahoma "Territorial" 'varsity team defeated the Oklahoma City Boomers on Thanksgiving Day (November 26, 1897) by a score of 16-0. The 1897 team iMage above is on display at the Switzer Center on the campus of the University of Oklahoma in Norman.

Within a few short years, Oklahoma's university of 1897 had turned the table on their previous and inaugural 34-0 loss to a rough and tough Oklahoma City town team. The varsity's 16-0 revenge win over Oklahoma City was followed up with an interesting take relative to such a contest by the university coach of that time Vernon Parrington. Coach Parrington's post game-like interview was published in the "Umpire" which was the university's official newsletter of the times.

As close as we can get to a post game "College Gameday" experience from this window of time, Coach Parrington shares his one hundred and twenty year old (120) thoughts of his 'varsity team's victory over Oklahoma City:

"They came from the little town up the way in special coaches, and bearing brand new canes nicely trimmed in crimson and black, and a huge banner and little 'tooters' likewise trimmed in best quality all-silk ribbon. Moreover, they had several new yells they had practiced the entire eighteen miles of the way and which they had learned to give–so it is reported by the trainmen–in a very sweet ladylike and gentlemanly way. But alas! The horns remained untooted and the 'lovely new yells' remained unyelled and the black and crimson banner drooped most dismally on its pole; the day that was so bright at three o'clock was dark and gloomy for them at four. By 'them' of course is meant our friends from Oklahoma City, who came down to see the 'varsity lads taken into camp. They made an imposing appearance as they came onto the campus, one hundred and fifty of them at least led by Col. and Mrs. Wheeler and made up, as we found out that evening at the Wigwam, of royal good fellows and young ladies almost as charming as our own university girls–what more could be said?"

Within three years of it's 1895 football birth, the 'varsity from Norman had brought it's record from 0-1 to 4-1. Although it took two wins over Norman High School in 1896 to polish the blemish off that first loss, the Thanksgiving Day game of 1897 was a hard earned victory of revenge against a tough foe and led to a second consecutive "all victorious" season for Oklahoma's "Territorial" university.

copyWrite By Mark House and Harold Keith

As a self proclaimed "tique sniper," I recently found myself digging around the many self proclaimed antique stores in what was once considered our state's (Oklahoma) Territorial Capital. While winding down a long afternoon spent in Guthrie with nothing of interest discovered and with thoughts of leaving town, I reached for an old book on an old shelf at the very back of an old store. Although I could barely read the faded flat gold colored words of "OKLAHOMA KICKOFF" stamped on the book's spine, that was enough to peak a "tique" sniper's interest. The somewhat faded and imperfect red colored book looked to be from the 1940's or 1950's. Not exactly an antique per say for such a self proclaimed and particular "sniper," but, everyone knows anything with Oklahoma and Kickoff on it has to be looked at without hesitation.

With a same amazement level relevant to the more modern Sooner Magic recognized worldwide, the old and original book itself may not have been a true antique but it's 1948 copywrite contents within turned out to be an antiquated discovery of the ultimate historical sense. A better description other than what was stumbled upon while turning to the title page inside could not possibly be composed. "An informal history of the first twenty-five years of football at the University of Oklahoma, and of the amusing hardships that attended its pioneering."  

Previous to the actual content discovery and while getting a little closer view of the book's old and faded spine, I found the name Harold Keith printed in the same old and faded flat gold color only in much smaller letters than the title Oklahoma Kickoff. Being a Sooner fan with a very early 1970's beginning of remembrance (Johnny Rodgers returning a punt for the Cornhuskers in a heartbreaking loss) that name Harold Keith struck a channel of thought processing but only with a similar faded essence of the gold colored imprinted letters on this old and faded book.

My first remembrance of OU football came on November 25, 1971. While crow hunting with family members near Fort Cobb, Oklahoma, I recall listening to the live action on the pickup radio and can't remember going hunting on a Saturday ever since.

Accompanied by a little www research, the memory of who Harold Keith was came back to life offering a victorious moment of remembrance much like some of the more modern Sooner teams coached by the "King" Barry Switzer himself. Turns out Keith served nearly forty years as the first sports publicist for the University of Oklahoma from 1930 to 1969. If there's anyone who could put us in touch with the true Genesis Of Oklahoma Football, there's no question this guy would be our man. With a Master's Degree in history and such enthusiasm for Oklahoma University sports, Harold Keith is the ultimate time warped MVP contact to a Sooner fan's football past.

For what money is worth, a Lincoln imaged five spot spent on the first twenty-five years of Oklahoma football researched and written by Harold Keith calculates into the deal of a century. That adds up to a mere twenty cents per year. Whether it be in the twentieth or twenty-first century, it's money magnificently spent with endless reward of historical treasures. One such supreme treasure comes from 1904 and is found in Chapter 9. From Keith's awe-inspiring research and writing skills, the Genesis of Oklahoma's Bedlam legacy is brought to life with impressive precision and description. These descriptions being ones that no one else but Keith himself could document and preserve knowing that if only one futuristic person was interested in what happened one hundred and thirteen years ago, it would be worth his valiant effort.

Harold Keith titles Chapter 9 of his book Oklahoma Kickoff "Touchdown in Cottonwood Creek." Is it irony or destiny that this original chronicle of the Genesis Of Bedlam football was found in the same town that it took place in over one hundred and thirteen (113) years previous? As the more conservative thinkers will think irony and while the more dramatic will think destiny, in the beginning, Keith profoundly writes about one time one year coach Fred Ewing and his Oklahoma Rough Riders kicking off Bedlam with a bang against the Aggies of Oklahoma A. and M. in 1904:

"The drab season was given a wonderful restorative November 5 in the first football mingling of all time between the university and Oklahoma A. and M. College. That was the game in which players of both teams went swimming in freezing Cottonwood Creek and without hanging anything on a hickory limb either. It was probably the varsity's most hilarious experience with the old out-of-bounds rule that so often took the rival players off the football field and into territory that had not been previously reconnoitered.

Tradition has it that the Stillwater team that year was coached by the college music instructor. Three of their best men, Captain Spaulding, Cornstalk and Knauss, did not play so they were doomed long before the entertaining game began. The contest was matched at old Island Park, in South Guthrie. The Territorial capital stood approximately half way between both Norman and Stillwater and its live wire commercial club had sought and obtained the game. The Aggies couldn't come to Norman. Stillwater, then a prairie village without a railroad, was also impractical as a playing site.

It was a bitingly cold day with the northwest wind blowing a gale. The red waters of Cottonwood Creek, which almost entirely surrounded the playing field, were bank full and roiling angrily from a freshet that had fallen up ahead. Ice was beginning to form all around the water's edge. The creek looked shallow but in reality was seven feet deep in the middle.

The aquatic diversion for which the game is hallowed occurred on the fourth play. The varsity kicked off with the wind and right away the music-teacher-instructed Aggies flatted. Instead of touching the ball down behind the goal and gaining a safe conduct to their 20-yard line, they tried to run it out and were piled on their ten-yard line. Lining up with the freezing wind in their faces, they tried two plays but were forced back almost to the goal by the varsity's vicious tackling. On third and last down B.O. Callahan, a Hennessey boy who was their fullback, dropped back to punt. However an Owl Cigar sign situated directly behind Callahan blocked his retreat and he had to line up short, kick fast and lift the ball higher than usual in order for it to clear the backs of the Aggie linesmen.

He punted almost straight up and as the ball gained altitude, the raging wind caught it and swept it far back over his head. An excited shout burst from the numbed spectators. A loose ball! If some varsity man recovered it, it was a touchdown. If an Aggie got it, touchback. In those days a loose ball became the property of the team recovering it no matter how far it went beyond the boundary. But this ball was behaving strangely. Carried aloft, it followed the creek like a heron, finally striking the ground far behind the goal. With players of both teams in pursuit it bounded down a foot path and into the murky flood waters of the creek where it bobbed and floated like a cork as the swift current swept it down stream.

An Aggie named Baird seems to have reached the creekside first; at least he was squatted on the bank trying to fish the ball out with a stick when T. Becker Matthews, varsity tackle, came up behind him and struck him shoulder high, knocking him into the water. Perceiving that his flying block had precipitated his opponent within range of the ball, Matthews leaped into the water after him and both started wading side by side for the ball which was wet and slippery and kept squirting through their fingers. A howl of surprise and glee went up from the crowd which ran to the creek bank to observe the action better. Matthews finally rid himself of his opponent by ducking him. Not caring to play water polo, the Aggie fought his way to shore and crawled out. He must have had his share of courage at that for tradition has it he was unable to swim.

Meanwhile Ed Cook and Frank Long, two other university players, and Burleson, an Aggie, had also leaped into the creek and were fully clad in the heavy football regalia of the period. Cook, who could swim like a bull frog, finally reached the ball, convoyed it to the bank and touched it down in the sand for the oddest touchdown a varsity man ever scored.

While the crowd roared with laughter, the players waded out looking very wet and cold and bedraggled as the icy wind whipped drops of dirty water off their soaked quilted jackets and moleskin pants. Teeth chattering, they played the rest of the half in their water-soaked suits but between periods compelled their substitutes to hand over their uniforms and don civilian attire. In the borrowed dry uniforms, Cook, Matthews and Long then went back for the last half. The university won, 75 to 0.

Every man on the Oklahoma team scored a touchdown. Even Waggoner, the university center, scored by snapping the ball back then turning into his own backfield, taking a lateral from the quarterback and thundering around end for the touchdown. But even this unusual feat paled into anonymity before the bizarre appeal of the water touchdown, the fame of which has lived to the present day."

Author's Note: The Oklahoma Sooners and Oklahoma State Cowboys Bedlam football series will be 112 games old in 2017. Although the Genesis of the series traces back to 1904 (113 years ago), the two teams did not meet in 1905 and 1909. Including the upcoming 2017 Bedlam series game, OU and OSU will have played each other 107 times annually since 1910. To date, OU leads the Bedlam series matchup with an overall record of 86W-18L-7T.

Author's Note: This blogUmentary has been researched and written to honor one of Oklahoma's greatest historians and writers. Harold Keith (1903-1998) was an award winning author who published many novels relative to the "Sooner" state of Oklahoma. His preservation of the beginnings of Oklahoma University football is a favorite and a must read for any true Sooner fan. The photo of Harold Keith above is part of the Oklahoma Historical Society's collection of Oklahoma Publishing Company (Daily Oklahoman) images.

CopyWrite Mark House (2017) and Bob Rives (1958)

The old saying "for every picture, there's a thousand words" might actually be true and it was most interesting to run across a classic Oklahoma Historical Society iMage of ole G.A. Byrom who lived in the Binger, Oklahoma, area quite some time ago. The iMage was captioned with "G.A. Byrom, Binger, looks at the site where he and his helpers are staging a modern day treasure hunt."

Now that has to be enticing enough to see if I can "dig" up the details from this storyline dated in 1958. Out the front door goes the "modern day" part but this was new and exciting news back in '58.

I first sent the iMage to my Facebook friend Edna "Byrom" Myers as fact checking the last name and Binger led me to believe she would know something about this historical treasure hunter. Sure enough, Edna messaged me back with some enthusiasm. "Is this him? Wow! George Albert is my dad's father. He passed away in June around 1960 I believe. He was always out walking. Would walk to Binger from about five or six miles away."

Well, my enthusiasm level of diggin' up historical photofacts has increased while now knowing it is relative to someone I know. A quick search of archived information led me right to the storyline that goes with this newly discovered old iMage from 1958. The Oklahoma Publishing  Company iMage was captured by an unidentified photographer near "Indian City" (Anadarko, Oklahoma). The storyline was written by a Bob Rives who was recognized as a "Correspondent" in the February 02, 1958, edition of the Sunday Oklahoman.

Ole Bob wrote a treasure chest full of text about George A. Byrom's great treasure hunt of 1958:

"A search for buried treasure that has all the ingredients of a Saturday matinee was being carried on here this week by five Caddo county farmers.

The men are seeking what they believe is $71,000 in silver and gold coins in a cave at Indian City, U.S.A. The treasure, if it's there, was hidden nearly 100 year ago by an area badman called Red Buck.

According to a story told by one of the hunters, G.A. Byrom, Binger, Buck stashed his hoard in the presence of a 12-year old Indian lad.

This Indian boy, as a man of 94, told Byrom the story some 14 years ago.

According to the tale, the money was stolen by Buck's band and hidden while he took advantage of a healthier climate in Texas.

But, that climate went wrong and Buck died there before he could reclaim the money.

Byrom, sworn to secrecy by the aged Indian, started his hunt years ago. He found the cave, he believed, but the farmer who owned the land wasn't interested and the search never got off the ground.

Now, it's believed a second entrance to the cave can be found.

This is the reason for all the diggin–a job that's being helped by the use of a $10-an-hour bulldozer.

Plans call for going down about 12 feet with the machine, then begin the tedious job of opening the cave with picks and shovels, That is, if it's there.

Indian City, the group which leases the land where hunters are searching, signed a contract with them calling for any artifacts that are found to be turned over to its museum.

All the romance involved doesn't come from the money. The old west atmosphere grows when you notice the herd of buffalo grazing within 50 yards of the workers.

They're there for the viewers at Indian City. A sign, painted in red, cautions "Danger, Wild Buffalo." There's been no trouble thus far.

One of the beasts walked to the bulldozer, sniffed then sauntered away. Other than that, there has been no man and animal contact.

Even if the treasure legend is not true, the hills have a story to tell.

The red bluff, at the base of which the prospectors are digging, overlooks the site of the Tonkawa tribe massacre.

This tribe, unpopular because other tribes thought it cannibalistic, was wiped out nearly to a man in a battle fought here years ago.

Descendants of the few who survived still live in this area.

Sandstone cliffs here are honeycombed with caves, many of them used for shelter by early day Indian tribes. Not 10 feet from the site of the diggins is a cave entrance.

Another 40 feet away is a large one, half-way up the steep bluff.

It's someplace in the vast network of caves Byrom and his helpers hope to locate the money. If not, 'well it's fun looking,' the grizzled old-timer says."

reSearch & copyWrite By Mark House

With a challenging goal of carrying on a long-lasting family tradition of the highest quality and complete auto body repair service, Todd Stehr and Derek Jordan have joined in partnership at Stehr's Body Shop in Clinton, Oklahoma, to do just that. Both aspire to maintain such high standards of a "Master Workmen" tradition originated by their ancestors in an earlier part of the previous century.

This family owned and operated business, located at 104 East Gary Boulevard, has provided Clinton and western Oklahoma with the highest quality of auto body service for nearly nine decades. "We've learned from the finest and we're looking forward to providing the same when it comes to our family craft," says Todd Stehr. "We take pride in being from Clinton and our family being able to serve the needs of western Oklahoma for such a long time now."

This higher standard of service quality has become an expectation of area vehicle owners since William "Bill" Stehr, at the age of twenty-five (25), originally opened one of Clinton's first full service body shops back in 1930. This with the foresight to meet the demand of any and all repairs related to vehicle body damage. From body and fender repair to complete glass installation, Bill and his crew pioneered these types of early day services in the Clinton area. Not as amateurs but with recognition from within the industry and community as "Master Workmen." The elder Stehr's venture into the business thrived as automobile sales aggressively moved forward despite the economical hard times of this so called "depression" era.

In these earlier days of automobiles, William "Bill" Stehr recognized the necessity to offer consumers an alternative to buying new fenders and other damaged and dented car parts that could be repaired to like new condition at a fraction of the cost. Utilizing special methods, his crew of "Master Workmen" were trained to repair any size fender and/or body dents and to completely rebuild any model auto body back into its new condition if needed. Although this process has become more commonplace today, it was quite an accomplishment in the 1930's and quite welcomed by depression era auto owners who certainly benefitted from saving their hard earned dollars.

William "Bill" Stehr (far left) founded the Stehr family business that has served Clinton and western Oklahoma with the highest quality of auto body repair service since 1930. William's brother Otto (second from left) was a member of this pioneering crew that earned recognition as "Master Workmen" from within the industry and community.

According to historically published Clinton newspaper details, Bill and his "prompt and reliable" crew provided many of the same services offered by Stehr's Body Shop today. From fender repair, radiator repair, complete auto body rebuilding, auto painting, rebuilt auto tops, auto glass repair and welding of all kinds, these standard services have remained most similar since 1930. Even free estimates, which are still provided today, were offered to auto owners from the body shop's very beginning.    

Bill's younger brother, Emanuel Stehr, eventually took over the body shop as owner and operator while providing, perfecting and advancing the company's elite services. Emanuel helped transition from the simpler early day fender and auto body repair needs to include more modern classic car restorations and modifications demanded by automobile and hot rod enthusiasts in the 1950's and 1960's.

From there, and more recently known within the community, Calvin Stehr purchased the business in the late 1960's. Ironically within the family tree of transition, Calvin was the same age (25) as his uncle Bill when the business was originally started in 1930.

Learning the trade with a self-motivation towards quality craftsmanship while working for his father, Calvin took over the reigns of this tradition-rich family business in 1967. Having to emulate the 1930's accommodation of growing demand, Calvin himself had to expand his full-time staff and move to larger location in 1978. As auto repair techniques evolved over the years, Calvin's dedication to quality workmanship and excellent service remained a priority.

With an equivalent level of commitment from Bill and Emanuel Stehr before him, Calvin's contribution to such high levels of quality service established a distinguished standard in western Oklahoma. Stehr's passion for his work and personal restoration of classic cars is undoubtedly well remembered around the Clinton area.

Calvin's enthusiasm and historic "Master Craftsmen" standards are now carried forward by his descendants Todd Stehr and Derek Jordan. As business partners at Stehr's Body Shop, Todd and Derek are teaming up to move the family business forward in this early part of the twenty-first century as the demand for auto body repair has done nothing but grow from the early days to present. "The need for car owners to save money by repairing damaged parts instead of buying new is as relevant today as it was back in the depression era of the 1930's," said Stehr.

As an apprentice learning under the mentorship of his father Calvin, Todd acquired the skills of the trade through hands on hard work and with a dedication to becoming the best in mind. Todd assumed control of the business in 1996 while continuing to improve upon the quality of service and workmanship that became an expectation in western Oklahoma since the doors were opened back in 1930.

Derek also learned the craft of body repair and painting under the tutelage of Calvin Stehr. Both bring a tremendous amount of experience into the partnership. Possessing motivation most similar to their ancestors, to serve as "Master Workmen," Todd and Derek look forward to meeting the projected and continued growth in demand for complete auto body repair service in western Oklahoma. "We've had to expand our crew with the intent of serving our customers in the best way possible," shared Derek Jordan. "We figured it up to be over one hundred and thirty-eight (138) years of professional experience within our current workforce," said Jordan. "That makes me proud to be a part of this business."

Derek Jordan (far left) and Todd Stehr (far right) have joined in partnership at Stehr's Body Shop in Clinton, Oklahoma. With "Gold Class" certification included, the current workforce at Stehr's Body Shop serves western Oklahoma with a combined one hundred thirty-eight (138) years of professional experience.

From within the professional work crew at Stehr's Body Shop is found a "Gold Class" certification from the nationally recognized I-Car organization which provides advanced education, knowledge and solutions for the collision repair industry. According to I-Car, "Gold Class recognition is the highest role-relevant training achievement recognized by the collision repair industry." I-Car estimates that only ten percent of repair shops nationwide meet this rigorous Gold Class standard. Stehr's Body Shop is recognized as being a part of this exclusive top ten percent nationwide.

From 1930 to present day, the company and its employees have proudly provided complete auto body repair and restoration services including the more modern and all important frame repair. "It all has to start with a straight frame," shares Todd Stehr. "We offer our customers one of the best frame straightening machines in the world from Chief Automotive Technologies. We just call it the 'Chief.' It allows us to diagnose and identify collision damage and we can then repair the damage through pulling the frame, replacing parts and/or welding. This valuable process allows customer vehicles to be recognized as returned to original manufacturer specifications which is very important in regard to resale value," concluded Stehr.

Probably the most unique service offered by Stehr's Body Shop, both in the past and present, is appliance painting. "This service has been provided since the beginning so we continue to offer it now," stated Derek Jordan. "If someone needs their washer or dryer or any other appliance repainted, we enjoy honoring this gesture of the past. Same as in the old days, we also provide all types of Acetylene Welding for those in need," said Jordan.    

Possessing one of the top businesses recognized nationally with a "Gold Class" standard, residents of Clinton and western Oklahoma can rest assured their auto body repair demands can and will be met by the best. With such an outstanding history of workmanship accompanied by an astonishing A-Plus rating from Oklahoma's Better Business Bureau, vehicle owners in need of auto body repair services appreciate the confidence of knowing they have access to one of the nation's elite body shops located at 104 East Gary Boulevard in Clinton.