Thanks to the perseverance of a good boy from Greenville, the Virginia Military Institute is currently receiving some of its most favorable publicity since the filming of "Brother Rat".
So herewith orchids to Howard Dyer III, not only for football yardage gained via land and air, but for his sportsmanship, modesty and the credit he reflects upon his parents, his hometown and himself.
Like his Daddy before him, Howard is blessed by the kind of Mother who gave him life. This is Old Stuff's qualified opinion, nor will it be necessary for either Annette or Miss Ann to rise and take a bow.
The fine game which the Hornets played again Yazoo City- last Friday night is still the talk of the lawn. And Old Stuff's recollections of those hassles in 1913 have started other folks to remembering too.
We met Rich Lane a few days ago, and he told of spending last Sunday in Vicksburg with his brother Phil. They discussed Greenville's excellent showing of last week against Yazoo City, the class of the Big Eight, and Phil recalled the time when the home team didn't do nearly so well.
This must have been in 1910, as close as we can figure. Anyhow the game was played in Yazoo City, and, when our boys returned the next day, a few interested parties met their train at the Southern (now C and G) depot. Among these says Phil, were Mr. Hatch and this writer's father Will Crump, who asked immediately about the game and the score. Someone answered though not too distinctly.
"Did you say six to six?" asked Daddy, "Why fellows I think [hat's a marvelous showing. You really must have played your heads off and theirs’ too. Hooray for our side."
“Oh we did the best we could, I reckon," replied Phil Lane, "but you misunderstood the score, Mr. Crump. It wasn't six to six was sixty-six to six, with us on the short end!"
We are wondering how many people here realize that there are two Doe Signas in Greenville.
Of course one of those is famous for his steaks, and folks will drive a far piece, any night in the week, in order to feast upon same.
But "Steak Doe" has a kinsman who is recognized for his craftsmanship too and, whereas the one caters to the inner man, the other keeps a feller's feet dry, which is conducive to good health and, incidentally, appetite so the two Does really work in and through.
Greetings therefore to "Shoemaker Doe", or Dominic as we have called him since he was a kid, and a smiling, friendly kid at that. He was. a telegraph boy, in the days when Postal had its office in the Main and Poplar Street corner of what is now the A. G. Paxton Building. He learned the code and the key and worked his way up to operator and manager of the local office.
We don't remember exactly when Dominic switched from telegraphy to shoe-repairing, but it was quite a ways back. However, he still has the nice smile and the courtesy, and recently did a very conscientious and satisfactory job on a rather sorry pair of shoes which Old Stuff had '"been had" with at the so-called bargain-counter. Thanks, Doe, and Happy Lastings!
--BC
