The ep25 Uncle Remus And Some Others

It's time for yours truly, Jimmy Powers with another Grantlin Rice story. Hey there, this is Jimmy Powers. Today's sports writers constitute a large and truly wonderful fraternity, and the dean

of this great journalistic trade was Grantlin Rice. Granny helped the sports writing business grow up. He was there when a paper sports department consisted of one man. Today, the average big city paper has a sports department that consists of perhaps a dozen daily writers apart from the sports editor and his staff of inside men who get out the

sport pages. So important has sports become in the national consciousness that a newspaper without sports coverage is like ham minus the eggs. In today's chapter of the Tombwell and shouting, we're going to meet several writing men that Granny grew up with.

Several of these didn't write sports, but they all knew the writing game. So with a salute to the every young spirit of Granny Rice, I take up his narrative in first person. During those early 1900s in Atlanta, I enjoyed some wonderful friends. Among these were Don Marquis, Joel Chandler Harris, and Frank L. Stanton. Marquis worked with me on

the journal, Stanton and Harris served for years on the Atlanta Constitution. All three were distinct personalities. During those early days in Atlanta, along with sports writing, I also put in a hitch as a theater critic.

I can't name the times a young, heavy-set ex-athlete from DePaul University named Don Marquis and I had two on the aisle. Many will recall Marquis as the fellow who later went to New York and fame with the son and tribune with Archie the Cockroach, Mahidabel, the old soak, and other ribbed tickling columns.