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Andrew and Katrina Latuchowski, sons Charles and John Ltoski , 1 South 42 West
Charley proved up two quarters in sections 3 and 4, 1S 42W in 1913.
"WE HAD THIS GREAT LAW PROFESSOR AT UT-KNOXVILLE His name was Jack D. Jones, and he taught Real Property, Trusts, Future Interests, and Water Law. First quarter law students dreaded his Real Property class because a shroud of attrition loomed over it. About a quarter of the class usually failed it. I passed with a C and aced his other courses -- and was grateful. Jones was born and raised in Wyoming, and it showed. He always walked in big swaggering strides and wore western garb, or if it wasn't western it was unconventional. His "tie" was a loop of leather or a bandana or a thick cord of woven wool with a sterling silver pendant on it and a big ball of turquoise in the middle of something shiny shaped a little like a shamrock. Whenever he was around, or not around, he stood out because he was 6'6" tall and his voice rang out in a curious bass-baritone you could hear from one end of the law school to the other. One day I was walking down the hall and saw him get into it with another professor in the hallway, and I thought Jones was going to break the other prof's neck. It went to court but was settled before a few of us had to testify. The other prof, who had started the fight and was a greasy creature from South Carolina and a kind of an interloper and troublemaker, didn't stay after that episode. He left in disgrace. He had called Jones a "slimy snake" and threw a punch at him. Jones dodged the poke and took him down with his arm around his neck and one of those killer judo-like body movements where all of a sudden the opponent hits the floor with a bang. "A slimy snake, am I, huh? How did you find out? And how do you like THAT for a slimy snake," as the little fat prof (who was much younger) gathered himself up and picked himself and his three chins off the ground. During classes Jones kept himself rather detached from the crowd of students and tried not to fraternize with them, but at the end of the quarter (before our grades were posted on the bulletin board), we had our big punch-bowl party in the big grassy courtyard behind the law school. Jones joined in and got about half soused on purple jesus with the rest of us. We of the Phi Alpha Delta legal fraternity, all macho as hell and full of piss and vinegar... and hormones... made sure the PeeJay, which was a mixture of grape juice, Hawaiian punch, and 180-proof grain alcohol in a huge punch bowl, had plenty of the latter ingredient mixed in. It snuck up on you and all of a sudden you were reeling. I never worried about having to drive home -- It was just two blocks away. And Jack Jones's pretty wife, also from Wyoming and a voluptuous sight to behold, she always came and scooped him up and drove him home. Them was the days! |
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