TTHN Ep 7 - The Iron Men

The 1899 University of the South (Sewanee) Tigers football team is one of the most remarkable stories in the history of college athletics.  In a single six-day stretch, this team traveled by train across the South and defeated five opponents—shutting out each one—without the benefits enjoyed by modern teams. It’s a story of endurance, discipline, and a level of toughness that’s hard to fully appreciate today.  And that was only part of the season…

In this episode, we walk through that legendary run—game by game—and place it in the broader context of the sport at the turn of the 20th century.

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https://sewaneetigers.com/sports/2021/4/28/sewanee-traditions-1899Team.aspx

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Jetmundsen, N., Jr. (2026, April 8). Personal interview.

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Welcome to the Tennessee History Nerd. This is a podcast dedicated to Tennessee's past. Every week we bring you a new story about the people, places, and events that have shaped Tennessee and made it and us who and what we are. So grab your favorite beverage, find a comfortable place, and sit back and enjoy. There's a spot on the Cumberland Plateau where the morning mist seems to linger a little longer than anywhere else in Middle Tennessee. If you've ever driven across from Mon Eagle towards Sewanee, you know the feeling. The way the sunlight filters through those old pines and hardwoods. And then when you follow the old road, University Avenue, the stone arches appear almost out of nowhere to give the sudden sense that you've crossed into some place quieter, holier even. That's the University of the South, or as most of us just call it, Suwannee. I first fell in love with that place long before I knew much about its history. Back when I was in high school, we used to travel up the mountain each year for the regional math contest. We'd step off the bus, stretch our legs, and find ourselves surrounded by gothic stone buildings, towering oaks, and those mossy pathways that seem to lead everywhere and nowhere all at once. Even then I remember thinking, This place feels different. This is beautiful. Years later, when my wife, then my fiancee, and I were planning our engagement photos, we actually considered having them made there. There's just something about that campus that stays with you. The peace of it and the way the bells from All Saints Chapel drift across the domain. For those who have never been, the domain is Suwanee's vast 13,000 acre forest and campus estate on the Cumberland Plateau. A place that feels as if it belongs halfway between Tennessee and heaven. It's a place built for reflection, for learning, and, as it turns out, for one of the greatest stories in the history of Southern athletics. Sawanee wasn't just a college that happened to play football. Its very existence came out of a larger vision, a dream of Southern education that took place before the Civil War. The man most closely tied to that vision was Leonidas Polk, an Episcopalian bishop and later a Confederate general. Polk believed that the South needed a great university of its own, one that could rival Oxford or Cambridge, a place that would educate the mind and nurture the spirit. So in 1857, he and a group of Southern Episcopalian leaders gathered and laid the foundation for what would become the University of the South. Polk himself was a complicated figure, a man of deep faith and fierce convictions. He saw the university as part of a grander cause, a way to cultivate moral and intellectual leadership in a region still defining itself. He and his fellow bishops chose Sawani for its beauty and isolation, a place set apart from the distractions of the world below. The idea was that a student up there would be close to nature, close to God, and far from temptation. Although if you've ever been a college student, you know that temptation seems to find a way uphill. But construction began in 1859, and by 1860 those plans were ambitious. A sweeping campus with chapels, lecture halls, and dormitories nestled among thousands of acres of forest. But then came the war. And here in the South we still just say the war to refer to the Civil War, and there's no question about which war you mean. But because of the war, the dream of the University of the South was literally burned to the ground before it could open. Union troops destroyed much of the work that had begun, and the project lay dormant until the late 1860s. But when the dust finally settled after the war, the vision returned. The Episcopal Diocese of the South refused to let the idea die, and by 1868, the university reopened, this time with a renewed sense of purpose. It became not just a school, but a symbol, a reminder that education and faith could outlast even the nation's darkest hour. The grant of land to the university in the late 1850s required that classes begin within ten years. The war had hindered that, but classes did indeed begin just before the ten-year deadline expired. And that's the setting for our story today. A small, church-founded liberal arts school perched high above the Tennessee valleys, a school better known for its Latin mottos and chapel bells than for any kind of athletic dominance. And it was definitely small. In the late 1890s, there were only 126 total students, all of them men. Yet right there on that quiet plateau, Suwanee would give birth to a football team whose 1899 season remains one of the most remarkable achievements in all of sports. If you wander the campus today, you can still feel echoes of that legacy. Students walk between the same stone walls the Iron Men once passed. There's a rhythm to life there that hasn't changed dramatically since their time. The motto of the university, taken from Psalms, says, Behold how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity. And on that mountain in 1899, 21 young men would embody that unity in a way that few teams ever have, not just as students or athletes, but as brothers who would test their strength, faith, and endurance across the South. And so that's where we go next, with the formation of that legendary team and the beginning of a six-day road trip that would turn Little Suwanee into a national legend. By the fall of 1899, football was still a young game in the South, rough around the edges, closer to a scrum than the sleek televised sport that we know today. Helmets were optional, pads were minimal, and forward passes were still years away from being legal. Players ran straight into one another, often for just a few yards at a time, but those few yards felt like small wars. Up on the mountain though, something extraordinary was taking shape. The University of the South had been fielding football teams since 1891, and their 1898 squad was also good, but this particular squad, the 1899 Suwani Tigers, was different. They were disciplined, quick, and well coached. Their head coach was Billy Souter, a former Princeton player who believed in conditioning long before it was fashionable, and who introduced game concepts and ideas that as yet hadn't been seen in the South. Their manager, Luke Lee, was a fiery grad student who handled the logistics, scheduling, and press relations, and he did it with the kind of boldness that would make a modern athletic director blush. The team itself wasn't large. Only 21 players made the roster, no huge rotation, no deep bench. These men played both ways, both offense and defense, quite appropriately what is today called Iron Man football. Rules in those days meant that anyone who was substituted was not permitted to return to the game. So no player would allow himself to be taken out of the game unless he was seriously injured. It was considered cowardly to leave a game unless grievously injured. Players played both ways, offense and defense for the whole game. And if a player was hurt, they simply shifted the lineup and kept going. Other differences between football played in 1899 and today would include no pads as known today. Some players wore early helmets, but players often instead grew their hair long to serve as padding for their heads. Some players also wore nose guards. These were pieces of shaped leather held in place by a band around the head and the bottom held in place with the teeth, and they were fearsome looking. Some wore extra padding in their trousers over their knees and around their hips. There was no forward pass. The only way to advance the ball was to run it, or to punt and recover a fumbled or muffed punt. Players would leap over the line of scrimmage, sometimes vaulting from the backs of their own teammates to jump higher and farther. Players were even sometimes thrown by their teammates. Players sometimes had handles sewn onto their uniforms to enable teams to hold on to each other tightly in formations such as the flying wedge. Coach John Heisman, then coach of Auburn University's team, liked to use this tactic. Touchdowns and field goals were both worth five points. A touchdown required not only that the player crossed the goal line, but that they also physically touched the ground inside the end zone with the ball. Hence a touchdown. Extra points could be earned after a touchdown. First downs only required five yards of advancement, but teams had only three downs in which to achieve a first down. The coach was not allowed to coach from the sideline. In fact, a coach wasn't even on the sideline. If the game was played on a field with a stadium, the coach was in the stands. There were no huddles. When one play ended, the teams lined up immediately and ran the next play. Generally, the only formation used was the T formation. The quarterback was one quarter of the way back into the backfield. The halfback was halfway into the backfield. And the fullback was all the way back into the backfield, which is where the names of these positions came from. The quarterback was not allowed to advance the ball. He called the plays, which he had to know since the coach wasn't on the sidelines, and took the snap and handed off or tossed the ball to either the halfback or the fullback, and then he became a blocker. Not something most quarterbacks do these days. A game consisted of two 35-minute halves, not the 30-minute halves we're accustomed to now. So football in the late 1800s was very different from the game we know today, and it was very brutal. There normally were at least a dozen players killed each season around the country, to the point that in the early 1900s there was even talk of outlawing the game. And the seasons weren't set the same way as now. Some teams played only a handful of games, while others, especially in the Northeast, where there were often several schools close together, they might play 16 games in a season. And these weren't scheduled just one per week the way they are now. Sometimes teams played two or even three games in a week. Swanee's 12 game 1899 season was played entirely in only six weeks. So in those early years, Southern football teams usually only played a handful of games each season due to the challenges involved with traveling significant distances to play. Savanee's team was rather unique in that it was willing to travel to play. But 1899 was unusual in that there were issues that year and working out the details for the annual rivalry matchup with Vanderbilt on Thanksgiving Day. Because Luke Lee was not able to negotiate a satisfactory agreement with the Commodores, that game was canceled. And because the Vanderbilt game receipts normally paid for Suwannee season, having that game canceled in 1899 was a huge financial blow for the Suwannee team. So Luke Lee scrambled to try to identify ways for the team to make up that budget shortfall. Still, no one could have imagined what the team was about to do. When November rolled around, Lee cooked up a plan that sounded impossible even by 19th century standards. Suwani would embark on a road trip, a true road trip that would take them more than 2,500 miles across the South in just six days. They'd travel entirely by trains, living off sandwiches and coffee, and in that week they'd face five of the best teams in the region: the University of Texas, Texas AM, Tulane, LSU, and Ole Miss. The Suwani team had defeated the Texas squad in 1898, and Texas wanted a rematch. They were willing to pay $750 for Savanee to travel back to Austin for a second game. That is almost $30,000 2026. So this would be a good start toward recouping the loss from the cancellation of the Vanderbilt game. But that money would quickly be eaten up by the expense of traveling all the way from Suwanee to Austin and back if the team played only that one game for the entire trip. So Luke Lee cooked up the idea of playing four additional games on the way back to help fund the trip. On November 9th, 1899, they boarded the train in Suwanee and began the most remarkable athletic journey in college sports history. On that trip were 18 of the 21 players on the Suwani squad, Coach Billy Souter, Luke Lee, and two African American rubdown men, what we would today call trainers. One of those rubdown men was a man named Cal Burroughs. The other's name has been forgotten in the fog of time. In addition to these passengers and their equipment, they also had two barrels of water drawn from Tremlett Springs, also known as Polk Springs, on the campus of the University of the South. This last detail is far more important than it might seem at first. In 1899, there weren't many water utilities as we know them today, and drinking water from other areas was a real potential health risk. So having water with them taken from a source with which their bodies were already acclimated shows the level of detail that Suter and Lee observed to ensure the success of this trip. They all boarded the train at the Sawani Depot and started down the mountain on the spur line known as the Mountain Goat, what was the steepest line of railroad in the world in those days. They made their way to the main line at Cowan, Tennessee, at the foot of the mountain where they then boarded the train for Nashville on their way to Austin for the first game. The University of Texas Longhorns were already a respected program, and playing them on their home field was no small thing, and they were a larger team physically speaking than the Suwanee team, but Suwannee's speed made the difference. During the game, the halfback, Henry Diddy Siebles, suffered a cut on his face that bled profusely. Coach Suter's solution? Siebles ran to the sidelines where Suter applied plaster of Paris to the wound to stanch the bleeding, and Siebels stayed in the game. Suwani dominated twelve to nothing. Remember, in that era, a touchdown was worth only five points, so twelve points meant sustained methodical control of the game. That same night they climbed back onto the train, sore and bruised, and rattled overnight toward Houston. The next afternoon they faced Texas AM, and again they won, this time ten to nothing. Two games in two days, two shutouts. Oh, and Siebels played this game as well. Plaster of Paris and all. They rested barely long enough to catch their breath before heading east toward New Orleans, where they would play Tulane on Saturday. The Tulane team were one of the best teams in the South. The Tigers beat them 23 to nothing. That's three wins in three days. Now, it's important to note right here that there were almost no means of long distance communications in 1899. No radio, no TV, no internet, only very limited telephone, no long distance telephone networks. What was available was the telegraph. Luke Lee was sending short terse messages back to Suwanee during every game, usually one at halftime and a second one after the game. Upon receipt, the bells would be rung at the University of the South, the student body would assemble, and the message would be read to the whole group. So the student body was being kept apprised of the progress of the team even in that era of much more restricted long distance communication. Equally important to note is what was happening on those train rides each night. The team was on a train car together. The players were taking a horrible beating every time they took the field. It was during this point that the rub down men, those trainers, proved their value. All of the players who had played were incredibly sore from their exertions and the abuse their bodies were taking. The rub down men went from player to player massaging sore muscles and aches and pains, often working through the entire night. Some of the players required multiple sessions of this treatment each night just in order to be able to sleep. The rub down men, on the other hand, weren't getting much sleep at all. Sunday was the only pause in their journey. They attended worship services in New Orleans before heading on to Baton Rouge. Monday, november thirteenth, they arrived to face LSU. By then their legs were heavy and the aches had settled deep in their bones, yet they still shut LSU out thirty four to nothing. The local papers couldn't believe it. Here was a tiny episcopal school from a mountaintop in Tennessee umbling one southern power after another, all while living on ham sandwiches and the rhythmic clatter of train wheels. But they weren't done yet. They had one more stop, Memphis, to face Ole Miss. The rebels had a strong team that year and were well rested while having watched Suwannee's Odyssey unfold in the papers. The Tigers stepped off the train, laced up their cleats, and won twelve to nothing. Five games, six days, five shutouts. When the train finally pulled back into the Suwannee Depot, the entire campus turned out to meet them. Bells rang across the domain. Students and professors poured out onto University Avenue to greet the exhausted players. The Vice Chancellor led the parade of humanity from the depot back to the campus. They'd traveled across five states and beaten every major team they faced. Their combined score across those six days was ninety-one to zero. The team's toughest test from an aggregate standpoint was certainly the road trip, but none of those were the toughest individual games. The newspapers of the time said on the seventh day they rested, but in reality they had to go right back to school, and they also had three more games after the road trip over Thanksgiving weekend. They played what were the two toughest individual games of the season, Auburn and North Carolina. The team survived a very tough test in Montgomery with Auburn and Coach John Heisman on Thanksgiving Day. In fact, Auburn may actually have been the better team on the field that day. But when all was said and done, Suwanee still had the better score, 11-10, when the game was called for darkness not quite halfway into the second half. Heisman protested, and in a move that would no doubt result in a fine today, he roundly criticized the referees in a letter to the editor of a newspaper in Birmingham. And then North Carolina, the final game of the season, played in Atlanta, also happened that same weekend as the Auburn game. In a hotly contested match in which neither team could find a way to score for most of the game, Suwanee managed to kick a field goal after a personal foul penalty for failure to honor a fair catch after a punt, a new rule at the time. This penalty gave Suwanee good enough field position to kick a field goal for the game's only score. They won that final game 5-0. Suwanee's team took great pleasure not only in beating North Carolina in that final game of the season, but in also beating Heisman again. In those days, it was quite common for players and coaches to bet on games. And John Heisman had bet against Suwanee. So for the second time in the same holiday weekend, Heisman lost to the Savanee team. Victory was sweet. By season's end, Suwanee stood 12-0. They had scored 322 points while allowing just 10 all season, and all ten of those points had come in the game against Auburn. Looking back now, it seems unreal. Twenty-one players, no air conditioning, no multimillion dollar training facilities, no luxuries, just grit, faith, and brotherhood. They became known as the Iron Men of Sawani, and their story would echo through generations of college football. If you follow college football even casually, you know the name Heisman. Today it's engraved on a bronze statue handed out every December, gleaming beneath TV lights while cameras pan across tearful parents and cheering teammates. But back in 1899, John Heisman wasn't a trophy. He was an innovator, the sort of coach who couldn't leave the game alone. He tinkered constantly, designing new formations, inventing trick plays, even helping shape the rules that defined football's future. He insisted that his players memorize geometry like diagrams of offensive shifts. One of his favorite sayings was when in doubt, punt, which sounds conservative now, but it was revolutionary then, a recognition that field position mattered more than brute force. Imagine it, two completely different worlds colliding. Auburn with its growing industrial era campus and charismatic innovator on the sideline, Suwanee, a quiet liberal arts college rooted in Episcopalian tradition and mountain mist. Yet between them, those teams represented the dawning of Southern football. A sport still finding its identity, half science and half brawl. In later years, Heisman would move to Georgia Tech where he would perfect his high speed offenses and deliver national titles. In fact, that's where his football squad would humiliate the Cumberland University team in what is still the most lopsided victory in college football history, 222 to nothing. And of course, he'd eventually lend his name to the most famous individual award in sports. The legend of the Iron Men spread quickly. Newspapers across the South called them the most remarkable team the region has ever produced. Sports writers in the North took notice too, and that's saying something because northern schools like Yale and Harvard, where college football had its genesis, still viewed Southern teams as curiosities. But here was Sawanee, a school with only 126 students, taking down every power in the South. And their success marked a turning point. For the first time, Southern football wasn't just surviving, it was thriving. The 1899 Suwanee Tigers showed that schools below the Mason Dixon line could play with anyone. They paved the way for the gridiron culture that would come to define Fall Saturdays across the South. In the decades that followed, the sport exploded. Vanderbilt became a national power under Dan McGugan. Alabama and Tennessee rose to dominance. Georgia Tech under Heisman became an offensive juggernaut. And tucked there on the plateau, Suwanee stood as a story that helped define it all, the mountain where Southern football proved its medal. But unfortunately, glory has a funny way of fading. Success brings attention, and attention brings pressure. As the twentieth century unfolded, football grew into a spectacle of crowds, money, and media. Small colleges like Sawani struggled to keep pace with the growing costs and expectations. For a while they tried, and in 1932, when the Southeastern Conference was born, Suwani was right there as one of its charter members. It sounds almost unthinkable now. The same Sawnee that today hosts lectures in Gothic limestone halls once lined up beside Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, and LSU as equals in the newly formed SEC. The invitation was both an honor and a burden. Those iron men of 1899 had made Suwanee famous, and the university carried that legacy proudly into the conference. But time, money, and mission would soon test how long a mountaintop liberal arts college could swim in those deeper athletic waters. In the years after that legendary 1899 season, Suwani continued to play football with pride. The campus still rang with cheers on Saturday afternoons, the sound echoing off the stone walls of All Saints Chaplain down the winding roads that led into the valley. For a while they held their own. But the world of college athletics was changing and changing fast. By the 1920s, football had become a full fledged national phenomenon. Stadiums were growing, budgets were ballooning, and the crowds down in Birmingham or Baton Rouge were looking more like professional audiences than college gatherings. What had begun as a test of stamina and brotherhood was becoming a business, and small colleges like Sawanee found themselves outmatched not on the field, but on the ledger sheet. Still, in 1932, when the Southeastern Conference was formed out of members of the old Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Association, Suwanee also joined. The charter list reads like a who's who of Southern Football Royalty today. Alabama, Georgia, LSU, Tennessee, Auburn, and also Tulane, one of their opponents on that brutal road trip, and then nestled among them this tiny Episcopal University on a Tennessee mountaintop. It's poetic, really. The school that had once defined grit and endurance was being honored as one of the architects of the very sport it helped to legitimize in the South. For a few years they lined up against those giants again, proudly wearing the purple and gold, hoping to recapture a spark of the old Ironman's spirit. But the times had changed. Swanee didn't have the enrollment or resources to compete with state schools, drawing tens of thousands of fans and spending fortunes on facilities. From 1933 through 1940, Suwannee fought valiantly but struggled mightily. The record was lopsided. Thirty-seven conference games, no wins, twenty-six shutouts against them. The writing was on the limestone wall. So in 1940, the university made a decision that might have looked like retreat, but in truth was something deeper. It was a recentering of their identity. Swani withdrew from the SEC. They returned their focus to the liberal arts mission envisioned by Bishop Polk all those years ago. A place of scholarship, character, and quiet faith. The headlines were brief. A single paragraph in most newspapers. But on the on the mountain, the decision felt right. They weren't abandoning their legacy. They were, in fact, protecting it. Even today, when you walk the campus, you can still feel both sides of that story. The echoes of glory and the peace of purpose. The football field still sits there, the oldest stadium in the South and the fourth oldest in the nation, a reminder that greatness doesn't always have to roar from a stadium packed with a hundred thousand people. Sometimes it whispers through history carried on the breeze that drifts across the domain. Swanee still remembers that glorious team. It inducted the entire team into its Sports Hall of Fame in 2004. Also, individual in that Hall of Fame class was Henry Diddy Siebles, the halfback of that team. Ormond Simpkins, the brilliant fullback on that 1899 team, who later suffered so tragically for his exploits, died on the operating table at Georgetown in 1921 while undergoing an amputation to remove a foot due to an injury sustained while playing football at Suwanee. His contributions and sacrifice were honored with his induction into the Suwanee Hall of Fame in 2005. Luke Lee, that brilliant and flamboyant student manager who was the architect of that brutal yet glorious five games and six days' road trip before going on to found the Nashville, Tennessee newspaper, was inducted in 2018. And most recently, in a remarkably poignant act following the submission of the author and Suwanee alumnus Norman Jetmanson, the University of the South inducted rub-down man Cal Burroughs into the University of the South Sports Hall of Fame in the induction class of 2024. This is all the more special since Burroughs was not a graduate of Sowanee. As an African American, he was never eligible under the rules of that time even to be a student there. But his contributions to the success of that 1899 team was without question. And without them, the success of the team itself would have been questionable. So it is entirely appropriate that his contributions are recognized. I remember standing there near All Saints Chapel once, that one beautiful Sunday morning years after those math contests, during that time that my then future wife Michelle and I considered the engagement photos under those trees. The sun was shining brightly above the campus, and the chapel bells began to ring. And for a moment I could almost see them. Those young men being paraded back across campus from the train depot. They probably didn't think of themselves as legends. They were just students who'd played their hearts out for one another, who believe in their school and in something bigger than themselves. And maybe that's one reason their story endures, because Suwani's greatness was never about domination. It was about devotion. It was about a group of brothers proving that heart and unity could take you farther than resources ever could. They showed the South and even the nation what determination looked like, and then chose to spend the rest of their history reminding us what purpose looks like. So if you ever find yourself up on the mountain, take a walk around the campus, listen to the wind in the trees as you gaze across the domain, and when the bells of All Saints Chapel start to ring, remember the Iron Men of Sawani, the team that rode the rails, conquered the South, and came home heroes. In the next episode, we'll trade the gridiron glory for ancient indigenous peoples' labor to build what seems to be a large ceremonial complex at the confluence of the Duck and Little Duck Rivers. Episode eight takes us to Manchester, Tennessee, to a structure still not fully understood even today in the fort that wasn't. Keep your eye out for that next episode, which will be coming soon wherever you download your podcasts. Until then, I'm Big John Summers, the Tennessee History Nerd, and I am history. Before we close things out, I want to take a moment to acknowledge the sources behind this episode. This story draws from a combination of historical writing, institutional records, and direct interview material. A major narrative source for this episode was Unrivaled, Suwannee 1899, by Norman Jetmondson, along with insights from a personal interview I conducted with him on April 8th. His work was invaluable in helping shape the story of that remarkable season and the people behind it. I also drew from the documentary that goes along with that book, Sawanee 1899, Unrivaled, on which Jetmanson also served as co-producer. And while the documentary presents a visual representation of the story, the book expands on that material and includes additional detail that did not make it into the film. In addition, I made use of Suwani perspectives on the history of the University of the South, particularly the chapter by Woody Register on the 1899 team, which provides important historical perspective on how that season has been remembered and interpreted over time. I also relied on several entries from the Tennessee Encyclopedia, including those on college football, the University of the South, Leonidas Polk, and Luke Lee, to help ground the story in well-documented historical research. Finally, I drew from material provided by the University of the South's athletics website, including their overview of the 1899 team, their Hall of Fame records, and recent coverage of the 2024 Hall of Fame induction class, including the recognition of Cal Burroughs, whose contributions to that 1899 season are an important part of the story. As always, I encourage you to explore these sources for yourself. They add depth and perspective to a story that's often told in broad strokes, but truly comes to life in the details.