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Chip Hilton Sports Series by Clair Bee
I have been
asked many times why a book called Fourth Down Showdown showed up in my Amazon.com author listings, with my name
listed after you navigated to the book’s specific sales page. Eventually, not because I was disowning any association,
but to make it more clear, I asked that Amazon specify that I was not one of the authors, but that I had written the afterword.
Yeah, I’m a Chip Hilton nut. For the uninitiated — you poor souls — Chip was the Hardy Boys of sports. Former Long
Island University coach Clair Bee wrote them, and they came from the same publisher as the Hardys and Nancy Drew. A true nut
knows that the first 19 of the 23 original Hilton books came out in dust jacket versions before the switchover to picture
covers, and that the final four came out only in picture cover. The 23rd book, Hungry Hurler, had such a limited
press run as the original series lost popularity, it now is the Holy Grail of kids' books, and it's roughly a $250 eBay
book now, depending on condition, after going for over $500 in the early days of the auction site. There are many of us Hilton nuts out there. We wouldn’t have to rent the Las Vegas
Convention Center to hold a gathering, but we could fill up a Dave and Buster’s somewhere and talk about Chip, Valley
Falls High, State U., and even that pert State Drug cashier, Mitzi Savrill.
We know where Chip’s mom worked, how she became a widow, where No-Hitter
was set, and even which two books were “out of order” in the original series — because Chip played his senior
season of high school basketball before he played his senior season of football. Most of us have full sets of the original books, either saved from our youths — our moms didn’t give
them away with our baseball cards — or obtained in trips to used book stores, or from eBay and other online outlets.
The online shopping is great, but also took a bit of fun out of it. Part of the enjoyment used to be locating and visiting all
the used book stores around the country in our travels and pouncing when we spotted a "Chip." Even after I filled
out my collection, I continued to attempt to upgrade — mainly to give myself an excuse to continue the pursuit. Our wives indulge us; I tell mine it’s better than being one of these fantasy
league nuts. For what it’s worth, prices have come down in recent years after many Hilton fans rebuilt their
sets and stopped bidding against each other.
Some of us nuts contributed “blurbs,” afterwords and prefaces
for the modernized paperback editions that came out in the late 1990s, but again are out of print. My afterword ran in Fourth Down Showdown and a “blurbed” comment
from it (a sample is above) ran on the back of many of the books in the new paperback series. Another nut is Sports lllustrated writer Jack McCallum, who had written a landmark SI
piece on Bee and Chip in the late 1970s. One time, Jack and I went out to dinner with some colleagues in Las Vegas —
a Portland-Lakers playoff game was moved there in the wake of the Rodney King unrest — and we went into such depth in
talking abut the Hilton books, everyone thought we were crazy and escaped us to hit the relative sanity of the craps tables.
I first communicated with Bee’s daughter, Cynthia, years ago. At the
time, she and her husband, Randy, were schoolteachers in Indonesia. Randy now is the basketball sports information director
at Texas Tech. Bobby Knight was another Chip nut who met Bee late in his life and remained loyal to the family. Randy and
Cynthia began rewriting the original Chips for modern kids and the original 23 came out in the revised paperback editions.
Clair Bee's 24th manuscript, Fiery Fullback, which wasn't published, also was issued, both in a "classic"
hardback and an updated paperback. In the paperbacks, typewriters became computers and the cast was diversified, and
everything was updated as much as possible, yet they remained faithful to the originals. There were some dilemmas involved,
primarily because Chip’s three-sport participation and success is made virtually impossible in this era of overlapping
seasons. As long as they were considered updated fables and aren’t subjected to line-by-line cynical scrutiny,
they were fine. But they're also out of print now, too, and also available at the usual used and online outlets. (Beware
of confusion between the two versions.) Actually, “re-reading”
the originals confirms that baseball stories tend to hold up the best, and the baseball books in the revised series reflect
that. All Hilton nuts have their favorites, but mine always has been Clutch Hitter (above, picture cover version),
about Chip playing summer baseball for a steel company team after his junior year of high school. Some don’t like that
because it takes him out of his more familiar Valley Falls High and State U. settings and his familiar cast of buddies is
largely absent, but I’m willing to overlook that. I hope that in 20 years or so, those writers’ now-young devotees will be arguing
with the fanaticism of Chip Hilton nuts, who pride themselves on knowing not just Chip’s real first name — but
“Fats” Ohlsen’s and “Fireball” Finley’s, too.
John R Tunis As a kid, I also read the excellent series of books by John R. Tunis, who was best known
as a tennnis writer, but had eclectic interests and had a far-reaching career as a freelance journalist and commentator. He
got into writing for kids accidentally; in his autobiography, he confessed that he was crushed when he was told his novel
about Harvard runner Jim Wellington — Iron Duke — would be published as “a juvenile.” He
ended up writing about 20 “juveniles” for various age groups, including a remarkable 1939 sequel about Wellington
running in the 1936 Berlin Olympics. Most of his books were terrific, and the best ones hold up stunningly well and frequently have been
published in “classic” editions. The best-known are his books about the Kid From Tomkinsville — Roy Tucker
— and the Brooklyn Dodgers, and one even deals with Tucker’s World War II service and his return to the big leagues.
Some of his “stand-alone” books were excellent, too, including A City for Lincoln and Go, Team, Go
about high school basketball; All-American, about high school football; and the one he called his best, His Enemy,
His Friend about soccer immediately after World War II. (It’s hard to explain, but it’s masterful.) I’ve also collected some of Tunis “non-juvenile” books and got a kick
out of his rants against the influence of alumni and boosters in college sports — and this was over 80 years ago! —
and the threat to the purity of sports by the looming taint of professionalism. And I even found a copy of his first novel,
American Girl, which came out in 1929. It’s modeled after tennis star Helen Wills. The film rights sold about
20 years later, and this is what he says in his autobiography about the experience: “I made the mistake every writer
does, and went to the picture. A professional author who sees his book made into a Hollywood film by persons whose one aim
is to remain solvent has the same feeling as a mother who finds her son in prison garb: What have I done to deserve this?”
I’ve remembered that in my limited dealings in the Hollywood world and it’s one of the reasons I was more than
willing to write an adaptation of Third Down and a War to Go myself and why I winced when read someone else’s
attempt to write a script incorporating Horns, Hogs, and Nixon Coming material. So Tunis is the example of the accomplished writer branching out, into “juvenile” works,
and I still consider him a shining — if crotchety — example as I keep kicking around trying the genre.

One of my inspirations died Thursday. The highest compliment you can give an author is to hand a book to a friend and say: “Read
this.” Your friend will say, “What is it?” And you say, “Shut up and read it.” Since discovering novelist Jon Hassler, I’ve had that conversation — or variations thereof — with
friends dozens of times. I still remember coming across a new paperback copy of Hassler’s novel, Staggerford,
on the “local authors” table at a bookstore in the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport while heading home from covering
the World Series. (I remember the incident vividly, but don’t know if it was 1987 or 1991.) At the time, I had no idea
who Hassler was, but the book looked interesting to me, as did the “blurb” on the cover from a Los Angeles Times
review that proclaimed Hassler an author “good enough to restore your faith in fiction.” Staggerford was published as a hardback in 1978 and had disappointing sales, even
after being the rare first novel to get a New York Times review — and from Joyce Carol Oates, no less, who
did the public a great disservice with her lukewarm review that delayed Hassler’s acceptance as a great novelist. Believe
me, I understand how a soundbite quote from one lukewarm review, the one exception among otherwise rave reviews from journalists,
fellow writers and the general public, can haunt an author. I
devoured Staggerford and loved it for its subtlety, sardonic humor and human touch. I’ve given away perhaps
20 copies of Staggerford, whether a rare copy of the hardback or paperback copies I’ve bought at St. Vincent
de Paul for 25 cents. I’ve recommended it to many others. I’ve hooked family and friends on Hassler. Since buying
that first copy of Staggerford, I first filled in my collection of his works up to that time, and then bought every
one of his later books when they came out. Staggerford
became such a cult favorite, Hassler a few years ago published his journal from the time as, My Staggerford Journal.
It is a must read for every would-be or new author. The end of the book, where he finds remainder copies of the hardback at
a store for something like $1 apiece, gathers them up and then attempts to write a check to pay for them, brings a smile.
The hardback now is very, very valuable. Years before any
of my books were published, I wrote him a fan letter. I was astounded when I got a note back, and he said he was familiar
with my work in The Sporting News, where I was working at the time. He even mentioned a story I had written. He might
have done some quick research and was just being nice, but I still was flattered. We stayed in touch, not frequently, but
intermittently and casually as he split time between Minnesota and Florida, and he even tried to get his publisher and editor
to consider publishing my novel, The Witch’s Season. The novel remains unpublished for a lot of reasons, some
of them complicated, although it drew initial movie interest when the manuscript was being passed around. The screenplay version
I was commissioned to write still is floating around. Boy, do I have stories… I attended a Hassler appearance at the Tattered Cover in 1995 (for Rookery Blues) and and we had a nice
talk. During the question-and-answer session, I had the nerve to ask what anyone who has read Staggerford wants to
know: Why did he end it the way he did? I figured anyone at the Rookery Blues signing had read Staggerford.
He sent me the above postcard in 1995 shortly after the TC
signing. Eventually, of course, I turned to non-fiction — and got published. And when I’ve made my three Tattered
Cover signing appearances, I’ve always thought of Hassler. I still have the note he sent me congratulating me on the
publication of Horns, Hogs, and Nixon Coming. He was ill by then and couldn’t write longhand. 
I keep reading (and re-reading) Hassler’s books. I’m
probably up to 10 times for Staggerford. I filled out a hardback collection. I’ve come to decide that Simon’s
Night, his second book, is at least on a par with Staggerford. (It takes a mature outlook to truly appreciate
it.) I loved the original Staggerford trilogy, which also included A Green Journey and Dear James.
Whenever I visit a bookstore, whether a chain or an independent, I check the fiction section to see if it has a copy of Staggerford,
either the mass market paperback or trade paperback. Not all good stores always have it; but all stores that have it are good
stores. Unfortunately, more stores now stock his later Staggerford sequels, The Staggerford Flood, The Staggerford
Murders and (the best of the three) The New Woman. There’s nothing wrong with them, but the earlier books
are far better vehicles for being introduced to Hassler and provide context and background for the final sequels. Start with Staggerford. Read
it. You’ll thank me. Thanks, Mr. Hassler. Here’s the obituary. Author Jon Hassler dies By JEFF BAENEN Associated Press Writer MINNEAPOLIS (AP) — Author Jon Hassler, who chronicled the foibles of small-town life in “Staggerford,”
“Grand Opening” and other novels after starting his career late in life, has died. He was 74.
Hassler, who suffered from a longtime neurological disorder, died early Thursday at Methodist Hospital
in St. Louis Park, said family friend Nick Hayes. Hassler had been in home hospice care since the holidays and entered the
hospital on Monday, Hayes said. Despite his deteriorating health, Hassler continued work on a
book, “Jay O’Malley,” until his death, Hayes said. In a 1995 interview, Hassler
told The Associated Press that he liked writing about misfits. “You can’t write a novel about somebody who’s
perfectly happy,” he said. Hassler was born in Minneapolis in March 30, 1933, and grew up
in the small north-central Minnesota town of Staples, where his father owned a grocery store. He graduated from St. John’s
University in Collegeville in 1955 before receiving a master’s from the University of North Dakota. He spent years teaching
before launching his writing career at 37. He didn’t publish his first novel, “Staggerford,” a semi-autobiographical
story about a high school teacher in a small town, until seven years later. Hassler’s other works include “Simon’s
Night,” 1979; “The Love Hunter,” 1981; “A Green Journey,” 1986; “Grand Opening,”
1987; “North of Hope,” 1990; and “Dear James,” 1993.
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