This month's edition of Out of Bounds features a humorous story of Gipp told by his friend and teammate, Hunk Anderson.

When school was out for Easter vacation, Gipp, Ojay Larsen and I didn't have the money to go back home during that recess, so Gipp invited Ojay and myself to a night in town. We had spent George's last coin in downtown South Bend and hailed a taxicab in front of a shoe shop on Washington Street to take us back to Notre Dame. When we arrived on campus, Gipp told us in a whisper: "While I'm fumbling around in my pockets, you guys start walking, and when you turn the corner, then run like hell." After we turned the corner of the building, George slammed the cab door and took off like a cat with a rocket up its fanny. As on the gridiron, Gipp's speed and exertion was proportionate to the pursuit, and in this case as Gipp whizzed past us into his dorm in nothing flat, I felt satisfied that this was the fastest I've ever seen Gipp move. Ojay and I lived in Sorin Hall and apparently the pursuing cabbie saw us running inside. In no time the lights were turned on and Father Doremus, accompanied by the infuriated cabbie, ordered all of us out of bed and assembled every student at Sorin, lining us up in the "subway." [basement dorm rooms]

"That's one of 'em, that's one of 'em!" shouted the cabbie as he eagerly pointed to me.

"What are you talking about? I protested. "Can't you see I have been sleeping? I have my pajamas on!"

Puzzled, the cabbie scratched his head, realizing that no one could change clothes so quickly and be in bed in that short period of time that had elapsed. (I don't know how I did it!)

We must have had discussed baseball in the cab because the next day, the persistent cabbie had Father Cavanaugh with him when he appeared at our informal baseball practice...informal inasmuch as Easter vacation temporarily curtailed activity around the campus. Father Cavanaugh called each of us for questioning and when he called me, the cab driver immediately rejected me as a possible suspect. "Not him," said the cabbie with firmness of voice and conviction. "He's okay -he was sleeping and could not have been one of them."