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a former pitcher on the Vanderbilt baseball team. We were a curiously assorted lot, from Guthrie, who was a [? ol] drinker and consorter with loose women, to Jones, who was a non-smoker, teetotaler, and one of the cleanest men I ever knew. the rest of us varied between these extremes. [not sure] Price I first met Guthrie. Guthrie knew his way about pretty well, and acquired some influence with the battery commander, Captain Sauds.
     Sauds (Alfred L.P.) was of a physical type quite unlike Nicklin. He was tall and lean, with a small bullet head and graying hair. His eyes were a cold gray, and their effect was heightened by a slight convergent squint. He was an accomplished horseman, and a polo player of some note. For our morning exercise he used to give only a brief setting-up drill, then he would take us for a mile run, down to the parade ground with a circle back up the road. Sauds would lope along beside the company, reminding me of a grey hound, and swear as any one who was so short winded that he had to fall out. His most frequent victim was a fat young Jew named Blutenthal, a Princeton graduate and the son of a jeweler in Memphis. Our route included several log hurdles which we were supposed to leap over. Blutenthal had to stop and climb over, with gibes from Suds, and after a few hundred yards slowed down to a walk. There were several others who could not keep up, among them two regular army sergeants who were around forty and had grown soft. Sauds did not swear at them. They tried hard enough.
    The last hundred yards of our run