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No team results found. Remove or add writers to and from your list of favorites My Favorite Writers. Add Writers. Email Address. Zip Code. Success Thank you for signing up! A little distance away, Karl Behr sat shivering, huddled in one of the last lifeboats to leave the stricken super liner -- which had been heralded as "unsinkable" ahead of her maiden voyage from the British port of Southampton on April 10, More Videos Titanic revisited years later Ship remembers Titanic victims at sea Life in when the Titanic sank Next to him was Helen Newsom, a fellow passenger on their first-class journey who was later to be his wife.
In the same lifeboat was the Titanic's owner, Bruce Ismay, who had embarked on the journey with his reputation never higher, but was later to be vilified for allegedly deserting his ship. It took nearly six long hours for the lifeboats and the survivors to be reached, by which time Williams had lost all feeling in his legs, which had turned purple with frostbite and lack of circulation.
The ship doctor on the Carpathia warned him that they were so far gone that amputation was the likely outcome. But Williams could not conceive this possibility and took about literally walking his legs back to life, relentlessly pacing the decks on the journey to New York -- two hours at a time, despite the intense discomfort. Little is recorded of their exchanges, but from memoirs it is reported that at 26, the elder man was "very helpful" to Williams. Aside from their shared survival of one of the greatest maritime tragedies in history, where over 1, passengers and crew perished, they had one other thing in common.
And both were to be central figures in two books which have been published around the th anniversary of the tragedy. Like so much associated with the Titanic in the many books and films on the subject, controversy and disagreement over what actually happened is never far from the surface.
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Expert: Titanic iceberg hidden by mirage A history of the Titanic on film The pier Titanic never reached Former U. Sanford, who is published by Darwin Press, stuck more or less strictly to memoirs and historical records, although a small passage in her book is also fictional. Walker, who has published books on great players such as Rod Laver, believes the tale to be the "greatest story in the history of tennis" but allowed the year-old Gibbs some leeway in developing characters and themes.
He compares the treatment to that of the Oscar winning film "Chariots of Fire" about British track and field runners Harold Abrahams and Eric Liddell where fact merged with fiction to dramatize the story. However, Sandford is aghast at the portrayal of her grandfather and Williams. The year-old, who is known as Lynn, is deeply protective of the memory of her forebear.
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Gibbs stands by her writings: "I'm proud of what I did, which was based around a lot of research by Randy Walker. With both books competing for sales, there is no sign the row will settle down, but what is not disputed is how the lives of the two men became intertwined in the aftermath of the tragedy. Williams made a remarkable recovery and less than three months later he faced the more experienced Behr in a tennis tournament on the lawns of Longwood Cricket Club in Boston. Momentary relief came when a second glass of scotch appeared in front of him. He'd have to savor that one.
He only allowed himself three per night, an arbitrary limit he had put in place to preserve his rapidly fading dignity. He would be completely ashamed if his family and friends back in Brooklyn saw him in this state, especially his three older brothers who were always giving him a hard time about his melodramatic sensibilities.
Supposedly, he was in Vienna on business. All he could do was wait. This nameless, candle-lit bar buried around the corner from his hotel provided him a little bit of comfort though. Every evening, for twenty-four evenings now, he sat with an eclectic mixture of haves and have nots, all bound together by a common desire to escape. Of course this bar was just like every other bar. The troubled patrons came in to forget their problems, but after a drink - or four - their problems were Everyone had a story.
Karl was no different. His tale was as romantic as it was foolish. Six weeks ago he left behind his successful life as a tennis player and lawyer in New York to chase after a girl. Helen Newsom was the love of his life. They were meant to be together, he was certain of that.
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Or at least he had been certain. He had been seeing Helen for over a year now. His younger sister Gertie had set them up last February and they had been inseparable ever since. He was passionate and charismatic. She was feisty and fun-loving. Together they made the perfect pair.
There was only one problem - she was nineteen and he was twenty-seven and her mother did not approve. At all.
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In an effort to cool down their rapidly escalating relationship and, Karl was convinced, to find new "appropriate" suitors Helen's mother, Sallie Beckwith, had arranged to take her away on a trip across Europe. Horrified at the thought of spending so much time away from one another, and feeling as though time was running out to win Mrs. Beckwith's approval, he and Helen had devised a plan. He would take some time off at the law firm and take a job in Europe for his father - after first joining her family for ten days of their trip.
They had a romantic and unforgettable week and a half together, turning Portugal, Algeria, the south of France and everywhere in between, into their own romantic playground. But Mrs. Beckwith had not budged.
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If anything she had grown more hostile towards him as the trip went on. The more charming and helpful he was, the more unwelcoming she was in return. The tension started to wear heavily on Helen.
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By the time they went their separate ways in Nice, the situation was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but wonder if Helen had finally had enough, if she was finally ready to listen to her mother and lead a simpler life with a hand-chosen pedigree suitor. He knew Helen loved him, but was that enough? He provided her with his address in Vienna and the plan was for her to write him when she and her family were headed back to America, instructing him where to meet.
He promised he would wait for her. But after twenty-five days without a word, it was beginning to feel hopeless. He was starting to fear the absolute worst. His second scotch was getting low. Karl sighed as his only joy of the day began to slip away. He fiddled in his pocket with a ring - his mother's ring - that he brought to Europe with the intent of proposing to Helen once he received approval from her parents.
He still carried it with him everywhere. He cursed himself inwardly for not fighting harder for her, for being so stubborn and respectful that he had to wait for her parent's permission. Why was he so damned polite? He took a deep breath, letting the heavy smoke in the bar settle deep into his lungs.
He ran his fingers through his long and messy blonde hair and his hands rested on his unshaven face. He couldn't remember the last time he had been to the barber. How had he let himself get like this? His eyes, which had been transfixed on a glass of scotch, turned towards the young front-desk receptionist from his hotel standing next to him holding a telegram. He did not think his heart had ever beat this fast. Not in the doubles final at Wimbledon, the grandest tennis tournament in the world, when he and Beals Wright took on the storied and accomplished Australasian doubles team of Norman Brookes and Tony Wilding.
Not in the semifinals of the "all-comers" tournament at the U. Nationals when he was down two sets to one to Raymond Little and had to save seven match points before winning in five sets. Not even the first time he saw Helen. This was without a doubt the most anxious he had ever been. The next few days were a whirlwind. Though the Titanic was surprisingly not fully booked, it still ended up being a bit of an aggravation - and an expense - to secure a first-class ticket. He had to quickly wrap up his business loose ends, which was harder to do on the turn of a dime than he had expected.
He sent a telegram home to tell his family to anticipate his arrival and went to the barber to get himself cleaned up. While in Paris, he stopped to pick up a couple of gifts for Helen's parents that he trusted would help to finally break the ice. On the Transatlantique train to the port of Cherbourg, he finally had a chance to unwind a bit, his heart beating in almost synchronicity with the clang of the railroad cars.
Perhaps his heart beat was just his body's way of drowning out the chaos of the train or that he was just so excited to be moving and functioning after he had let himself so dramatically slip into the depths of despair the past few weeks over what seemed now to be nothing.
Or perhaps his heart was right to beat that hard.