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I guess I missed it. Surely, there must have been an all-century list

of sports’ most influential personalities.

It’s an honor category which might embrace such names as Dwight F.

Davis, George Halas, Billie Jean King, Jack Kramer, Kenesaw Mountain

Landis, Dr. James Naismith, Branch Rickey, Jackie Robinson, Pete Rozelle,

Babe Ruth, Jim Thorpe and Peter Ueberroth.

The list also should include Glendale’s Willrich R. (Bill) Schroeder

(1904-1987).

Bill was a little guy, born in Texas, who lived most of his life on

Allen Avenue in Glendale.

The Los Angeles Coliseum’s Memorial Court of Honor displays a large

Bill Schroeder plaque alongside those of Rozelle, Jim Murray and a chosen

few others whose lives were spent in the top echelons of sports

influence.

Schroeder played on Hollywood High’s 1921 city champion baseball team,

but didn’t do much else on the field. Later, he was a sportswriter and

broadcaster and was president of pro baseball’s Sunset League.

However, there’s a phrase most often associated with Schroeder’s name:

hall of fame. As a young adult, Schroeder was aware that, since 1900, the

nation has had a famous hall of fame (at New York University) and the

Capitol in Washington has had its famous Statuary Hall.

In 1936, when baseball named five original inductees (Cobb, Ruth,

Johnson, Wagner and Mathewson) to pro sports’ first hall of fame at

Cooperstown, New York, Schroeder already was creating what he knew would

become the first international all-sports hall of fame.

His hall would be a shrine for honorees and a locale for his expanding

collection of sports memorabilia.

Eventually, at Schroeder’s behest, the Los Angeles based Helms Bakery

created the Helms Athletic Foundation and Hall of Fame, which Bill

headed.

His monthly awards to Southern California area athletes, his yearly

local, national and international awards and his Helms Hall of Fame

became universally recognized.

Athletes from everywhere formed a steady stream of visitors at Helms

Hall on L.A.’s Venice Boulevard. World class and local high school

athletes often appeared side by side in Schroeder’s office, sharing a

common respect for Bill’s respect for them. (bullet)

With the demise of the Helms Bakery, the Hall temporarily was kept

alive by other support companies, and eventually it was absorbed by the

Amateur Athletic Foundation, which is supported by surplus moneys from

the 1984 Los Angeles Olympic Games.

Schroeder’s name is not prominent in the AAF’s current activities,

but thousands of honored student-athletes still display their trophies

and citations earned in sports effort and recognized by Helms Hall and

its successor organizations.

Bill called everybody ‘dear,’ and meant it, and his wife, Iona,

understood. Sports were dear to him and so was everyone who felt the same

way.

Schroeder’s graciousness touched thousands. Immediately after any

gathering at his home or at Helms Hall, Bill picked up a pen and wrote

notes to thank each guest.

Bill gave -- and gave -- and gave. When a tragic plane crash decimated

a San Luis Obispo college football team, Bill came up with a Mercy Bowl

benefit game which raised a large sum for the school and for the families

of the tragedy.

When paraplegic veterans needed equipment to improve their mobility,

Bill instituted an annual series of Junior Rose Bowl games for their

benefit.

Schroeder was the leader in a long-term movement to bring the Olympics

to Southern California for a second time, and he spent his own money on

international trips on behalf of that dream.

(bullet)

Finally, as the years began to catch up with Bill, his Olympic dream

came true. His friend, Glendalian John Argue, led a successful bid for

Los Angeles to host the 1984 Games, after Schroeder’s dream had kept

L.A.’s hopes alive for 50 years.

Another close friend, Peter Ueberroth, carried out Bill’s dream in

1984 by mastering the best organized renewal in Olympic Games history.

The glory of the success went to Ueberroth and his thousands of dedicated

volunteer workers.

The accolades all were well deserved, but, by then, Schroeder’s health

was poor. The spotlight, which he never had sought for himself, now would

by-pass the reclusive man who had meant so much to so many athletes and

fans for half a century.

Glendale’s Bill Schroeder long will be remembered for the Helms Hall

of Fame. Its enshrinees and thousands of other men and women who have

received Helms honors will agree that Bill Schroeder, himself, was a Hall

of Famer.

Chuck Benedict may be reached at 241-4141 (voice mail 974) or by

24-hour fax at 549-9191.

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