Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them, knowing as I do, the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life.

To these ideals which were instilled in me when I was a youth, I attribute in a large degree the success that was mine on the bicycle tracks of the world.

Modesty should be typical of the success of a champion.

There are positively no mental, physical or moral attainments too lofty for the Negro to accomplish if granted a fair and equal opportunity.

I pray they will carry on in spite of that dreadful monster prejudice, and with patience, courage, fortitude and perseverance achieve success for themselves.

I would advise all youths aspiring to athletic fame or a professional career to practice clean living, fair play and good sportsmanship.