Word: stuarts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Dave Hurt, John Palfrey, Jack Stewart, Walter Muther, and Stuart Wyeth won their singles matches for the CRIMSON, while Ollie Bolton and Don Gordon, and Muther and George Goodwin chalked up the Cowles' doubles victories...
Phil Finn pitched the Funsters to victory over an under-manned Winthrop outfit as Fred Pamp and Walter McKain led at the plate. Gitt and Bob Stuart pitched for the losers, and John Butler did some good hitting...
...childhood, Author Stuart remembers rabbit-hunting first, hard work next. At nine he hired out to a well-to-do farmer for 25? a day. From eleven to 15 he stopped school to cut corn and timber, work on a paving gang. In high school he licked hell out of a 200-lb. bully. At 18, after running away with a carnival, he worked in a Birmingham steel mill. At Lincoln Memorial, a mountain college in Tennessee, he almost killed a hazer the first day, again licked the school bully, was editor of the college literary magazine. At Vanderbilt University...
...published last week, proved that he could write even better on at least two other themes-his physical strength and his poetic talent. His muscle he traces to his pioneer ancestors, all over six feet, feudists, boozers, moonshiners, hard workers, preachers. Biggest and lustiest of these was Grandfather Mitch Stuart, who fought for the North because the Union recruiting station was nearer, who narrowly escaped hanging by his own men for killing a fellow soldier, fathered 19 children by two wives, died violently by ambush when he was past 80. As an old man, Grandpa Stuart scandalized a spiritualist meeting...
...Author Stuart admits he does not know where the poetic streak in his family comes from (his 21-year-old brother, James, and his 16-year-old sister write too). He can only record how many poems he wrote, not how he wrote them or where they came from. But they have been coming for a long while. As a kid he went coon hunting with a lantern and a volume of Burns, read poetry by lantern light until the dog's barking signaled a treed coon...