WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
The 1974 LA High Roman Track Squad May Have Been One of the Best in The
City’s History – But We Will
Never Know
Forty years ago, Los Angeles High School fielded a track and
field team for the ages – an incredible collection of wonderful athletes and
solid young men that made other schools green with envy. The team was talented, with depth in every
event. It had great sprinters, fine
distance runners and a super-deep field events team. They were champions of the Southern League, and
the Romans were poised to make a run at defending city champs Gardena High.
But it was not to be.
Fate intervened. But we will get
to that later.
First, let’s put 1974 in perspective. With the publication of All the Presidents Men by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, Richard
Nixon was hanging on to the presidency by his fingernails as the investigations
around the Watergate break-in and cover up intensified. Bread was 26 cents per loaf. A gallon of gas cost 55 cents. The Los Angeles Lakers traded Brian Winters,
Junior Bridgeman and Dave Meyers to the Milwaukee Bucks for Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
(who do you think got the best of that deal?).
The U.S. was in the final phase of its pullout from Viet Nam.
Meanwhile at L.A. High, the school was in the third year of
its transitional period. Gone was the
classic collegiate gothic brick building with its famed tower; a victim of the
1971 Sylmar earthquake and subsequent arson fire. It was replaced temporarily by a series of boxy
yet fairly comfortable bungalows at the east and west ends of campus. Where the building once stood, there was a
parking lot, volleyball and basketball courts.
The gyms, cafeteria, shop building, Harrison and Memorial Halls and the
Housh Field (including the east bleachers which are now gone) were all that
remained from the old school. In 1973,
ground was broken for the new building and the campus during 1974 - my senior
year - was, well…..a mess, with construction fences closing off half of the
campus. With all of the distractions
going on, L.A. High was still a beacon of academic and athletic
excellence. At that time, L.A. graduated
98% of its seniors with many of those going on to four-year colleges and
universities. Compare that to an abysmal
55% graduation rate at the school today.
But that is for another discussion.
And then there were the sports. In the winter, first-year coach John Watson
guided the football team to the league title behind all-city receivers Ricky
Odom and Homer Butler, quarterback Baron Farwell and a host of others. Hank Pollard’s tennis team, Robert Carey’s
swim squad and Jim Panger’s cross country teams also won league titles. We also had a pretty damn good girls’
basketball team staring the amazing Anita Ortega that finished third in the
city playoffs. But this was long before
Title IX and girls’ sports got little recognition back then.
And then, there was our track team. Between 1930 and 1970, L.A.
had been a traditional city power. The
1969 Romans were the California state champions. They were led by Albert Hearvy and Ronnie Welch who helped set the city record for the 440-yard relay with a time of 41.8. That same year great Robert Pullard set the
city record in the pole vault of 16-7 (a record that I believe still stands for
the city section). If that name sounds
familiar, Robert’s brother Hayes (class of ’69) was a terrific basketball
player at Rome and Hayes son - also named Hayes - is currently an all-Pac 12
linebacker at USC. After a couple of
mediocre seasons, L.A. came back with a vengeance in 1973, taking the Southern
League title from the favorite Fremont and finishing third place in the state
meet. The ’73 team was a veteran squad
that featured senior sprinters Charles Clement and Cornelius Pryor, hurdler and
pole vaulter Jack Mosby, junior shot-putter Edwin Lewis and many more.
But the unquestioned star of that team was junior Randall
Jeffrey. A freakishly gifted athlete,
Jeffrey made the varsity in 1972 as a 10th grader (rare in those
days) and despite battling back spasms and an ankle injury was still among the
city’s best hurdlers that year. In ’73, a
healthy Jeffrey literally tore up the competition, winning each and every race
he competed in that season. Although we
was terrific in the 120 high hurdles, it was 180 low hurdles where he became a
legendary. The 180 lows (which is no
longer run in favor of the 300 intermediate), was a tricky event. It was long for a hurdle race, a 180 yard
straightaway all-out sprint that took both speed and endurance. You
would see runners just crumble halfway through the race and barely have enough
energy to finish. Randall was the
exception in that he would get stronger during the later stages of the
race. He had it all. He was great out of the blocks and had
perfect form. But it was his speed
between hurdles that set him apart. More
often than not when the race was finished, he was five or more yards ahead of
the second place finisher. He ran and
won with a flair, often raising his arms in triumph or sometimes much to coach
Jackson’s chagrin, would turn and point at those trailing him before crossing
the finish line. This was the track equivalent
to trash talking.
After L.A. shocked Fremont to win the league title, Jeffrey,
Mosby, Pryor, Lewis and others competed in the state meet. Jeffrey finished third in the 120 highs and
then won the 180 lows in a time of 18.7, the best in the nation that year. With his victory along with Mosby’s 5th
place finish in the 180 lows, the Romans finished 3rd place in state, L.A.s second-highest placement ever. Jeffrey’s
victory was the first individual state championship for a Roman since the great Cornelius
Johnson in 1932.
The euphoria of the great showing at the state meet was
tempered somewhat a few days later when it was disclosed by the Los Angeles
Herald-Examiner that Jeffrey, an 11th grader, was already 18 years
old. This was not a problem, but it did
mean that he would not be able to defend his title as a senior because he would
then be 19, exceeding the age limit. Age
is no longer an issue in high school sports these days as there are parents
that purposely hold kids back a year (a practice which I am totally against),
but back then it was strictly enforced.
When the 1973-74 school year began, Randall Jeffrey was not there. No one seemed to know where he went. With the
assistance of my Blue & White advisor Mr. Strumpf, we put out feelers to
some of the sports agencies at the time and got word that he was running track
at Delta Junior College in Northern California.
Randall Jeffrey is one of those intriguing mysteries; a talented athlete
whose star shone brightly over the Roman horizon for a brief time and then,
just like that, he disappeared. But for
those of us lucky to have seen him perform, we were part of a privileged
minority. He was spectacular.
With Jeffrey gone along with the graduation of Clement,
Mosby, Pryor, Lawrence Washington among others, 1974 shaped up to be a
rebuilding year for the Roman track team.
Coach Charles Jackson, whose favorite line was “Don’t go sellin’ wolf tickets,” had a lot of work to do. Surely this would not be the year of the
Romans.
Somebody forgot to tell that to the team itself.
Despite the personnel losses, a mixture of experienced
seniors and talented underclassmen were ready to take L.A.s track & field
baton and run with it. Fleet-footed junior
Tony Brown stepped into the void left by Charles Clement and became L.A.s lead
sprinter. Seniors Darryl Moss, Wyatt
Smith were also outstanding runners who added depth. In addition, the team sported quarter-milers
Glenn Davis, Rene Sims and Derrick Cox, middle distance runner Larry Ford,
miler Bernard Brown; two-miler Tim French; high jumper Thomas Webb, shot-put
specialist Ed Lewis, and pole vaulter Kelvin Black. Then the Romans received an unexpected gift
with the addition of Fremont transfer James Perry. James was a brilliant all-around sprinter and
hurdler. Not only was he fast, but he
was also a quality long jumper. He would
take the place of Jeffrey in the 180 lows.
Tony Brown that got most of the publicity that season, and it was well
deserved. Tony could flat-out fly, and
with that silky-smooth running style of his, he never looked like he was moving
fast. That is until he blew by you. Although Brown got the lion’s share of the
press, this was not like ’73 when the team relied on a handful of stars. This team had multiple leaders and you never
knew from week to week who would step up. But someone always did.
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| Tony Brown (left) and Darryl Moss finish 1-2 during a 1974 meet at Housh Field |
The season got off to an uneven start, with L.A. losing two
league meets – one to rival Fremont and the other to Washington. We barely beat an inferior Manual Arts team (and
their strange rectangular running track).
But the dual meets are nothing more than a prelude to the league
finals. It was there in the finals that
you made your mark. In 1973 for instance,
Fremont ran roughshod over everyone (including us) during the regular
season. But in the league finals, the
Romans beat the Pathfinders 64-56 for the championship. Fremont of course thought it was a fluke and
there was no way that L.A. would beat them again especially with all or the personnel
changes. But as the season progressed,
the Roman track team slowly but surely gained steam. Perry, Brown and the sprint team were
clicking. The distance runners were
improving with each meet. Lewis, Black
and Perry led the field events. Even a
little known mediocre senior pole vaulter who kept bouncing between varsity and
the Bee team was having a decent year.
That mediocre senior pole vaulter was me.
And under the radar, there was one member of the Roman track
team that that came out of nowhere and gave L.A. an unexpected boost while epitomizing
the never-say-die Roman spirit. His name
was Homer Butler.
Homer was already a well-established star athlete at
L.A. He was an all-city football player and
all-league in baseball. With the
departure of Randall Jeffrey and Jack Mosby, we were short on hurdlers. The coaches were so desperate that they even
tried using that mediocre pole vaulter in a few races. The results weren’t good, so Coach Jackson
enlisted Butler to come try out. The
first day of practice, Homer hit every single hurdle. I mean he hit them hard. And his form was bad. But he never got discouraged and kept
working. I had never before or since seen
this type of determination. Homer was
the first one on the track each day and was the last to leave. His hard work paid off. By the end of the regular season, he was one
of the league’s top hurdlers in the 120 highs, running times comparable to that
of Jeffrey and Mosby from the previous year.
As the Southern League Finals approached, the Romans were firing on all
cylinders.
It was showtime, and L.A.
High was ready for its close-up.
The Southern League was a rugged and sometimes brutal
six-team division featuring L.A., Fremont, Manual Arts, Jefferson, Washington
and our geographic rival Dorsey, although for some reason Dorsey was never much
for a threat to us in track. Our track
rival was Fremont. They were big, strong
and like L.A. had a great history. The fierce
league competition helped us and by the time of the league finals, we were
ready physically and psychologically.
The league finals as always, were held at East L.A
College. Fremont was still under the
impression that our victory over them the previous year was a fluke and based
on the fact that they beat us in our dual meet, they came into the finals
pretty confident. They definitely had a
swagger to them. I remember jogging
around the infield and they would pass you and give you a look, trying to
intimidate you. I didn’t work with me or
my teammates. We had a relatively quiet
team. But we were confident in our
abilities. We didn’t believe in
talking. No selling wolf tickets. We were all about getting it done on the
track. And we knew that like ’73,
Fremont underestimated us. They
overlooked our hearts and the overlooked our will.
Coach Jackson told us that if we could score between 66 and 70
points, we would win. No easy task. Even though Fremont was who we were focused
on, you had to be careful because someone like Jefferson or Washington could
sneak up on you. One bad day by you and
a good day by them would tilt the meet in their favor. But we were definitely up to the
challenge.
The first race was the 440 relay. Tony Brown had been a little banged up during
football season and was having a little trouble finishing with his usual
explosion. Coach Jackson and sprinters Coach
Ronnie Welch (an L.A. High grad) made a strategic decision to move Tony from
the anchor leg to third and had James Perry run anchor. It worked as L.A. breezed to victory in a
season best time of 42.6. That race set
the tone. The rest of the day was
surreal. Everyone was putting up PRs
(personal records), and we seemed to be winning event after event. Perry and Brown went 1-2 in the 220; Derrick
Cox defeated James Lofton in the 440 – yes that James Lofton who went on to a Hall
of Fame NFL career with the Packers, Raiders and Bills. Derrick Cox and Larry Ford placed in the 880;
Bernard Brown won the mile with Tim French finishing fourth; my buddy and
mentor Kelvin Black finished second in the pole vault, Homer Butler placed
second (by just inches) in the 120 highs: James Perry won the 180 lows with
Butler finishing third; Big Tom Webb finished second in the high jump; Perry
finished third in the long jump and Ed Lewis continued his competitive dual
with Fremont’s Curtis Yarborough, finishing second in the shot put. After our mile relay finished second in the
final event, we had to wait or the official scoring. It seemed like an eternity. Personally, I felt we won, but there was no
way of knowing. Did we score between 66
and 70 points like coach wanted? Had
another school sneaked up on us?
Then, I got the word.
Distance Coach Jim Panger called me over. Pager had been my 10th grade
English teacher and we had a great relationship; he was one of those teachers
you just really like. He also knew that
I was the sports editor for the Blue & White and would want to know the
final tally. Panger was a very soft
spoken guy, in fact, he almost spoke in monotone. He then told me in his typical very soft
spoken manner,
“Glenn, we scored eighty-three
points.”
I must have looked at him like he had two heads. “Eighty-three
points? Are you serious?” I asked.
“What did Fremont finish with?” His reply was “forty-eight. Go spread the
word.”
That’s all he had to say.
I yelled to anyone and everyone: “WE SCORED EIGHTY-THREE POINTS GUYS. EIGHTY-THREE POINTS!” Kelvin Black grabbed me by the shoulder and
asked, “What did you say?” To which I
replied, “Eighty-three points, man. We kicked their ass!” And suddenly, the stands were a smiles,
whoops and hollers. Everyone was slapping
fives (no high fives in those days).
Eighty-three points were a new Southern League finals record. Jerry Wiener, who covered prep sports for the
Herald-Examiner (and he was a former journalism teacher at Rome) called it “One of the most dominating performances in city
history. With a little good fortune,
this could well go down as one of the best track & field teams ever.”
The bus ride home was wild and crazy. Usually when the bus got too noisy, a coach
would tell us to quiet down. Not on this
day. They let us be as loud and we wanted and we let our emotions flow. Someone, I don’t remember who, shouted:
We came, we conquered
and we swooped!!
And then someone started the Hey L.A. chant.
Well I had a little
rooster….
HEY L.A.
I put that rooster in
a boat
HEY L.A.
I heard him talk about
the Romans
HEY L.A.
And I cut that
rooster’s throat…
Oh man, it was so much fun.
We were at the top of our game and things could only get better. That Monday when I got back to school, I was
trying to figure out what my headline for the Blue & White would be Romans
crush Pathfinders or L.A. Wins in a Runaway or Southern League Champs….Again!
And then I asked myself, what would say more about this
track meet than the score? What would
demonstrate our dominance that day more than a simple and clear headline? Here is what I came up with.
Thank you to Edwin Lewis for saving this forty year-old Blue & White
clipping:
As great as our performance was at the league finals, we
still had work to do. Now we took dead aim at
the city championship. The city competition
was divided into three sections; the quarterfinals, the semi-finals or “Prelims”
and the finals. You had to qualify in
one section to move onto the next. For
instance if you qualified in the quarterfinals, you moved onto the
prelims. The defending city champs was
Gardena most of the so-called experts were picking them to win again. But with the way we were performing, we knew could
beat them. There was no doubt in my mind
or my teammate’s minds. And I got a nice
little surprise from Coach Jackson.
Coaches in those days were allowed to take one or two extra people to
the quarterfinals. It was mostly so the
events could be filled out. Although I
had not qualified by finishing in sixth place, I did PR and coach rewarded that
by taking me to the quarterfinals. I was
honored that he did that for me.
The quarterfinals I think were held at Chatsworth High (although I could be mistaken) and L.A.
picked up where they left off in the league finals. Tony Brown, Daryl Moss and James Perry
qualified in both the 100 and 220 yard runs, Derrick Cox and Rene Sims and did
the same in the 440, Cox and Larry Ford moved on in the 880 and Bernard Brown
advanced in the mile. James Perry
qualified in the 180 low hurdles and Homer Butler did the same in the 120
highs. Kelvin Black qualified in the
pole vault and Ed Lewis moved ahead in the shot put. And the icing on the cake was the 440-relay
team which ran an amazing 42.0, just a couple ticks off of L.A. High’s school
and city record of 41.8. The stage was
set for the prelims. Gardena was in our
sights. And then, fate intervened.
We had all heard about an all-comers track & field meet
being held at Cal State L.A. Many of the
area’s top athletes from high schools and colleges would be there. It was great because you could compete against
some of the best and stay sharp leading up to the prelims. My high school career had come to an end at
the quarterfinals when I finished eighth in the pole vault, so this was an
opportunity for me to compete one more time.
I really wanted to go but I had to work that day (at Pup N Taco, my
first job). I don’t remember if it was Monday
or Tuesday of the following week, but rumors began circulating around campus about
the track team. No one was talking, but
something had happened. I ran into
Kelvin Black and I asked him what was going on.
He just shook his head and kept walking.
What the hell was happening? I
was about to find out.
I was summoned from my first period class to Mr. Roulette’s
office. Going to Mr. Roulette’s office
usually meant you were in some sort of trouble, so I had no idea what this was
about. Mr. Roulette, Coach Jackson and
Mr. Strumpf were there and asked me if I had competed in the all-comers
meet. I told them no. I wanted to, but I had to work. Mr. Roulette then informed me that the
all-comers meet had not been sanctioned by the city, therefore making it an
illegal event for high school athletes.
Because of this, anyone who competed in that meet is ineligible for any
further meets this year, including the upcoming city prelims. My first response was well, I didn’t qualify
for the prelims anyway so this doesn’t even affect me.
And then it hit me. I
asked Coach Jackson, “Wait a minute. Who
was there?” He looked at me and said on
word that I will never forget.
“Everyone.”
“So, we won’t have
anyone going to the prelims?” I asked.
Mr. Roulette replied “It looks
that way. We haven’t talked to everyone
yet, but from what we have heard, most of the team was there.”
My heart sank. I felt
as if there had been a death in the family.
Then Mr. Strumpf, my journalism teacher and Blue & White advisor
spoke up. “Mr. Roulette and Mr. Jackson have asked us not to publicize this in
the Blue & White and I agree with them.
There is nothing to gain by doing this.”
Mr. Strumpf was big on reporting and writing the truth. He encouraged us to be honest, even if it
meant hurting some feelings. But here,
was telling me not to even go there.
And I agreed with him.
After all, these weren’t only my teammates, they were my friends. Even more devastating was that fact that we a
shot – a real shot - at a city championship.
And just like that, it was gone.
Up in smoke like a David Copperfield illusion.
Then the questions started to be asked. How did this happen? Why didn’t our coaches warn us about it being
a non-sanctioned meet? Who snitched? When something like this happens, someone has
to be held responsible. There has to be
a villain. Everyone seemed to point
their fingers at Roulette. It was he who
called the City Athletic Commission (forerunner to the CIF City Section) and
blew the whistle on us. But in reality, and
hindsight being 20-20, he was just doing his job. If he had this information and did not
disclose it, it could have meant sanctions against the entire track team for
the following year. It would have come
out at some point. What if we had won
city and then been stripped of the title?
That probably would have been worse.
But either way, it was disastrous.
The one piece of positive news was that shot put specialist Ed Lewis did
not go to the all-comers meet.
Ed would go to the prelims and finals as the lone
representative from L.A. High.
“We had a good team. We had a shot at City
that year, says Ed Lewis. “But a bunch of guys went to a non sanctioned
meet at Cal State LA and were deemed intelligible. I stayed home and was the
only member of that team that went on to the City prelims and finals. Barring
that event, we had a good shot at Gardena and the City title.”
Larry Ford agrees. “Definitely could have competed for the city
title that year. It was a great team.”
Forty years have passed since that magical spring of
1974. For the seniors like myself, we went
onto college or began working or both.
For the underclassmen, they would continue the Roman track & field
tradition with fine teams the next few years. But never again would the Romans come as
close to a city championship as they did in 1974. So what was it about that team? What made it so special?
First, there was the legacy.
It was around us every day at L.A.
We knew that we were following in the footsteps of great Romans of the
past and we had a responsibility to uphold that tradition, like the 1969 state champions and the 1973 team
that finished third in state. We wanted to equal and surpass what they had accomplished.
Second, we had very good coaches. Charles Jackson was a guy that I appreciated
more after I graduated. He was sharp, highly
organized and funny. But he was about discipline
which I related to. Terrell Ray, Ronnie
Welch, Fred Ealey, Jim Panger and although he wasn’t there in ’74, I would be
remiss if I did not include the late great Ollie Matson who I had the privilege of
working with my first two years. He had
a tremendous influence on me. How many
people can say that they were coached by a pro football Hall of Famer and
Olympic gold medalist?
Last but certainly not least were the athletes. The 1974 Romans. We had some fabulous athletes on that
team. If I close my eyes I can see Tony
Brown and Daryl Moss – afros flying in the breeze – going 1-2 in the hundred
yard dash. I can see James Perry and
that great acceleration motoring through the 180 lows. I can see Ed Lewis pushing that shot put with
all his might. I can see my friend
Kelvin Black clearing the height with ease in the pole vault. And there were so many others. As good as they were as athletes, they were
even better as young men. It really was a
great group of guys. I don’t remember
there being any issues or infighting.
Everyone pulled for each other and we really were a team. And it did not matter if you were varsity, bee
or cee, you were part of the team.
One
school, one team.
No one will ever know what this team could have
achieved. A city championship? Certainly a possibility. A state championship? Perhaps.
But one thing is certain. This was indeed a special group. Maybe the best in L.A.
High’s storied history. My guess is that
current L.A. students and coaches know nothing about 1974 Roman track
team. And that’s a shame. They should.
For this was a truly great team of talent and integrity.
We came, we conquered and we swooped.
And, we didn’t sell no wolf tickets….
THE 1974 SOUTHERN
LEAGUE CHAMPION ROMAN TRACK AND FIELD TEAM
James Adams, Derrick Allen, Michael Anderson, Mark Andrews, Kelvin
Black, Chris Brake, Bernard Brown, Mark Brown, Tony Brown, Wayne Brown, Kim
Burton, Tony Butcher, Dwayne Cannon, Lloyd Carter, Marty Coleman, Harvey Conley,
Curtis Conner, Derrick Cox, Glenn Davis, Larry Ford, Timothy French, Eddie
Glenn, Willie Griffin, Paul Hiramoto, Hanlon Holmes, Gregory Jacobs, Gregory
James, Jerry Jefferson, Kevin Johnson, Sterling Johnson, Carl Jones, Causey
Kascadre, Robert Lacefield, Eddie Langford, Peter Lee, Anthony Leslie, Edwin
Lewis, Raoul Loring, Mark Lott, Kevin Manor, Anthony McClain, Darryl Moss, Lyle
Nixon, Graylin Patin, James Perry, Dearryl Rabb, Walter Ricardo, Allen
Robertson, Gregory Robinson, William Shields, Shinji Shinfuku, Eugene Sims, Rene
Sims, Roger Smith, Wyatt Smith, George Spell, Robert Taylor, Frank Warren, Quinten
Washington, Thomas Webb, Anthony West, Glenn Wilson, Toran Wright
Dedicated to Lloyd Carter, Kevin Manor, Tony Brown, Kelvin Black, Coach Ollie Matson and Coach Charles Jackson. Rest in peace. Romans Forever!
