From the concluding race of the Texas big school state track meet last May, here’s Matthew Boling of Strake Jesuit H.S. in Houston running down from 30 yards behind behind the anchorman for one of the 4 fastest high school 4 x 400m relay teams in the nation.
From Texas Monthly in 1984 by my old professor at Rice U., Bill Martin
The Fastest Nice Christian Boy in the World
Then Bobby Morrow lost his speed, and he began to have certain doubts.
BY WILLIAM MARTIN
… In the fall of 1955 Bobby Morrow and I were inducted into the Frater Sodalis, a men’s social club [at Abilene Christian College]. We called ourselves Frats, but our club’s activities bore little resemblance to what went on in fraternities at the godless institutions we referred to deprecatingly as state schools. A few years earlier a man had been refused admission to the club because he had drunk wine while on a trip to France. During my tenure, another man was rejected because he was said to have drunk beer in Waco. We met on Wednesday nights, after the midweek church services we all attended, in the same classroom where I took Bible, and the slightest off-color remark could be penalized by a monetary fine or a specified number of licks with a belt. When the meeting was over, we climbed the fire escape on the science building and sang our official club song and our mildly satirical drinking song (“Drink Milk”), then went to the Dixie Pig for pie and ice cream.
It sounds tame—of course, it was tame—but we were certain that we were the sophisticated elite of the college, and we were almost as certain that everyone else knew it. And Bobby Morrow was one of us. He didn’t say much at meetings, but when invited to lay stripes on the tensed-up butts of errant brothers, his licks manifested coordination and power that made them fearful to behold, awesome to receive, ennobling to bear. He seldom went with us to the Pig, but we did not hold that against him. In those days and in that setting, going home to his new wife, Jo Ann, elicited considerably more envy than pity; marriage seemed to us not a burdensome matter but an institution of unimaginable licentiousness.
It was a heady time to be Bobby Morrow’s friend. Besides Morrow, Jackson’s new crop of recruits included Waymond Griggs, a quick-starting flash from Camden, Arkansas, and James Segrest, a versatile sprinter and hurdler who, with 28 points, had brought the Class B title home to Bangs, though he was his team’s only representative. In 1956 they were joined by Bill Woodhouse, as unlikely-looking a world-class sprinter as ever churned down a straightaway, and Abilene Christian College found itself with the best sprint relay team in the world. Over the next three years, in individual and team events, Wildcat sprinters would set or tie world records eleven times. But 1956 belonged to Bobby Morrow.
His only defeat that spring came during a 38-degree downpour at the Drake Relays, when Duke’s Dave Sime got a rolling start and beat him out of the blocks by four yards.
Dr. Dave Sime won the silver medal in the 1960 Olympic 100m dash. His son-in-law was wide receiver Ed McCaffrey of Stanford, who beat out Senator Cory Booker for the starting job, and the Denver Broncos. His grandson Christian McCaffrey was third in the NFL in 2018 in All Purpose Yards.
But at the 1956 Olympics in Melbourne, Bobby Morrow won 3 gold medals, in the 100 m, 200 m, and as anchorman of the US 4 x 100 m relay team.