Grandfather Truslow, if his college yearbook is to be believed, was quite the popular young man being active in sports and having a very active social life :
"“Pug” the indefatigable fusser, came to us via the class of twenty-six from “deal ol’ Gowga.” If Georgia lives up to all that he claims for her, then the Garden of Eden was sadly misplaced. Whenever you come down the alley and hear a rumbling that makes the walls shake you can know that Trus is in the vicinity. He has to have a big laugh, otherwise he would soon wear it out. There is never a hop that he doesn’t grace, and of course the girls all like him the most, there is so much more of him. If Pug could convince the Dago Department that his French is really good, but they just don’t understand him, he could get through in true Southern style, smile, a joke, and twelve hours of sleep. His inability to resist the stronger sex, and his willingness to take others’ troubles keep him perched among the trees, but the Academics cannot knock him loose from that ever-ready smile.
Dragging and laughing, however, are not the only sports at which this big boy is adept, ask anyone who saw him out against the Army up at New York last fall. And int the spring he finds time between the hops to go out and show the boys on the track field how the different weights are thrown by a real man.
As a friend, shipmate, and true Southern gentleman, we ask for none better, and we feel sure that he will successfully uphold the honor of the Navy on his broad shoulders."
