Remembering Coach McGuire On Tuesday evening, Nov. 9, I had the pleasure to attend what was, for me, an extraordinary event, the first annual Frank McGuire Foundation Awards Dinner at he New York Athletic Club. I was invited to attend the dinner because I had once played basketball for Coach McGuire at Carolina. The evening was made so special for me, not so much because of the many celebrities in atten- dance or just hearing the accolades given to Coach McGuire, but because ofthe opportunity to visit with former Carolina players I hadn't seen or spoken to in more than 40 years. As a freshman at Carolina in 1953, I was fortunate to make the freshman basketball team (in those days, freshmen didn't play on varsity teams), made possible since Coach McGuire had only two scholar- ship players that year. I was again lucky to be one of two walk-ons tq make the varsity team the next season, 1954-55. I was so excited about making the team that I let them select my jersey nwnber, and they gave me No. 23. I played very little that season, but Coach McGuire awarded me a letter for my efforts, mostly in practice at Woollen Gym! That was my last season to wear a Carolina unifonn. The next year McGuire recruited the nucleus of what was to become his undefeated national champi- onship team in 1957. Playing basketball at Carolina ranks high on my Thanksgiving list, soon after meeting my future bride and wife ofalmost 41 years, the former Carolyn Corley ' 57, at Chapel Hill and my kids and my UNC degree. At the dinner I talked with Jim Beatty ' 57, a track star at Carolina, world-class runner whom I first met in 1953 at a pick-up basketball game in Woollen Gym. I also spoke briefly with Bob Young and Lennie Rosenbluth, both teammates and members ofmy class of 1957, and Tommy
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Kearns, Pete Brennan and Joe Quigg, all
I had only scnmmaged with the last
three on a couple ofoccasions and knew
them mostly, as did other Carolina stu-
dents at the time, because oftheir exploits
on the court. Whether they remembered
me, the guy on the very end of the
bench, is questionable. But they all were
The photo of horseshoe-wielding cross country
runner Larry Henry in the "Momentous Century"
issue of the Review erroneously placed his "feets"
in 1934. Henry, now a pathologist in Missouri, in
fact is a good deal younger. He won the 1962 ACC
cross country title with a time of 20: 43. 6, besting a
Duke runner who had beaten him twice earlier in
the year. Both those times Henry had worn shoes.
In the championship race he ran as he preferred,
barefooted. Henry, class of' 66 (MD), is from Horse
Shoe in the North Carolina mountains.
gracious and made me feel at home at
These six were all "Subway Boys"
recruited by Coach McGuire from the
New York metro area. All played on the
' 57 championship team. But, I can tell
you, as fonner UNC Chancellor Bob
House often said, "When you leave Chapel
Hill it's hard to get the Chapel Hill
gravel out of your shoes." They never
got the Chapel Hill gravel out of their
shoes, and neither did I.
Carey A. "Buddy" Clark Jr. ' 57
'All of us have added a piece
of ourselves to Carolina'
I was lucky to read some great books
at Carolina; perhaps my favorite was
Sherwood Anderson's WinesbUlg, Ohio. I
was convinced he was talking about me
when he wrote that when a young boy
becomes a man, "... a door is torn open
and for the first time he looks out upon
the world, seeing, as though they marched
in procession before him, the countless
figures of men who before his time have
come out ofnothingness into the world,
lived their lives and again disappeared
into nothingness." As a freshman, I was
sure the view through Anderson's door
would look a lot like it does from the
steps of South building.
For over 200 years, Carolina students
have been afforded a glimpse through
that portal to the larger world and seen
the place that they were to assume in life
(I imagine it works the same at Duke,
although I've heard epiphany is much
more expensive there). All of us have
added a piece of ourselves to Carolina, a
point which the cover of the November/
December issue of the CaroLina ALumni
R eview celebrates masterfully. Thank you
for allowing another look back through
that door and reminding me of what
binds us all together and makes Chapel