Here. An excerpt:
The case already has produced evidence that Thorpe — an athlete who piled up superlatives like so many sweat socks — must have had the wackiest funeral of all time.
Go back 59 years. At a feast on the night before Thorpe was to be buried on Sac and Fox tribal land in Oklahoma, his wife, Patsy, showed up with a hearse and police escort, loaded up the body and sped away down a dark rural road, leaving gaped mouths behind in the dust.
She put the burial rights out to the highest bidder, insisting only that the winning town change its name to Jim Thorpe.
Two worn out coal-mining boroughs in Pennsylvania took her up on the offer, though Mauch Chunk and East Mauch Chunk may have been thinking about a name change anyway. They merged, became Jim Thorpe, Pa., and that is where the town’s namesake has been in a mausoleum since 1953.
Turtle Talk 
I attended school with Dick and Bill Thorpe at Sherman Institute, Riverside, CA. in 1944 plus Jean their sister. At the time they were living in Long Beachj. Sherman is an indian school.
They played football but weren’t as good as their dad.
Good night.