Hitler Didn't Snub Me - It Was

If You Don't Try To Win You Might As Well Hold The Olympics In Somebody's Back Yard.

When I Passed The Chancellor He Arose, Waved His Hand At Me, And I Waved Back At Him. I Think The Writers Showed Bad Taste In Criticizing The Man Of The Hour In Germany.

It Dawned On Me With Blinding Brightness. I Realized: I Had Jumped Into Another Rare Kind Of Stratosphere - One That Only A Handful Of People In Every Generation Are Lucky Enough To Know.

To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard Dash Is Over In Three Seconds, Not Nine Or Ten. The First 'second' Is When You Come Out Of The Blocks. The Next Is When You Look Up And Take Your First Few Strides To Attain Gain Position. By That Time The Race Is Actually About Half Over. The Final 'second' - The Longest Slice Of Time In The World For An Athlete - Is That Last Half Of The Race, When You Really Bear Down And See What You're Made Of. It Seems To Take An Eternity, Yet Is All Over Before You Can Think What's Happening.

Every Morning, Just Like In Alabama, I Got Up With The Sun, Ate My Breakfast Even Before My Mother And Sisters And Brothers, And Went To School, Winter, Spring, And Fall Alike To Run And Jump And Bend My Body This Way And That For Mr. Charles Riley.