His mom (a real Irish battleax named Mary Elizabeth Gervin Smith who hated my mother because she wasn't wealthy, as Grandma was) doted on her blond-haired eldest child. She made special preparations for school photo day by dressing George in his best Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes. George had other ideas, according to my mother.
Look at his knuckles for evidence of playing marbles in the dirt and his lower lip for a sure sign of conflict with another student. And look at that cowlick. I had one of those when I was a kid, though my hair was never as long as Dad's at that age.
I'd say he was a handsome, robust young man with piercing green eyes. Later played football at Virginia Tech and earned his bachelor's in business administration.
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