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In does not require money to make Christmas gifts. It is the spirit of remembrance that counts and so a fine thing came to us Christmas day that told the story eloquently. It was a big red rose on a long stem. As I write it nods its head to me from the vase on the table and whispers the story:
"And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." --Wordsworth.
Mrs. Carrie Nelson, originator and maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, sent me a beautiful bouquet of bright green, crisp, lettuce which I absorbed with much gusto.
The Palacios bakery is bringing over to this burg some most excellent baked goods, in the form of pies and doughnuts the latter being of special daintiness. In good weather this requires a thirty-mile drive and in wet weather, seventy miles. Soon as the viaduct is built he can deliver his goods and be back on the home base in thirty minutes with a five-mile drive. The Miserable Wretch is still anxious to walk over the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel, so let's get busy and start some propaganda on the viaduct during the year 1932. Besides I might buy a slice of bacon, a pint of oysters, an ice cream cone or get a tooth pulled.
Frances Eisel is a busy young lady this week entertaining and being entertained. Elizabeth looks lonesome, but never mind Elizabeth your time is coming for some day your knight will come riding a milk-white horse. His face will shine with love light, as he looks at your beautiful gold bronze head. His helmet will gleam as if made of beaten gold and his lance will be tipped with a great red ruby. He will take you away to his castle in wonderful dream land, and you will become the Princess of charm.
A new year is here and we have celebrated the birth of Jesus the Nazarene. He is the man who came into the world to give humanity a new hope, to put in the hearts of men a new courage. A courage, that enables them to meet the troubles of the world and conquering them, take on added strength. Wonder what 1932 has for us? Who is able to guess? God keeps the future a closed book for us.
A brisk nor'-wester came to us Wednesday with clearing skies, so that the last day of 1931 sees the sun sailing majestically through the turquoise sky and bathing the earth in its warming rays.
Clarence Prunty, janitor chief for Bay View School, has developed into a first class mouse catcher. In four days he caught seventy-nine of the varmints. Having nothing else to feed on, now that there are no pupils with lunch boxes, they began to consume examination papers and this is something Clarence would not stand for, hence the war.
The first day of 1932 arrived with a cloudless sky and warm sun but it also brought this beautiful bouquet to me "Thank you for the very original Christmas card and with its message of good cheer. Am glad of this opportunity to tell you how very much I enjoy your column in the Tribune, its opinion and good will. Know your Christmas joy was complete with your charming daughter, Mary Louise at home." A real cheery start for the new year and you bet we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, appreciate the message. It sort o' clocks with this perfect day.
The twenty-third annual new years community dinner came off as per schedule, with a turquoise sky over head and a sun whose rays warmed the hearts of those present. Looking at the table, which as editors like to state, was groaning with food, one could only wonder if this depression talk was not pretty much in ones mind. Food, food, food of every kind and description except those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and search as I might I could find no noodles, so for me the table might just as well have been like Mother Hubbard's cupboard. I simply adore, idolize, reverence, them there Carrie Nelson Noodles and when I find them not, all of the foods appear to pall. Except for that one item, the dinner was a huge success. Old timers were there mixing with new timers. Della Braden could not stay away and indeed all would miss her presence. While I was glad to see the old fellers, it was the young ones that interested me. Only yesterday the two Ruths were building railroads and townsites, on the bay shore, and now one Ruth is a staid married woman and good to look at. Lera Hunt has developed muchly. Always a fine student and well behaved girl. When she went away she was shy bit the other day she came back with a merry twinkle in her eye. Rosalie Nelson, modest, gracious, sweet, a pride to her family and to the community. Look at Mamie Franzen, well set up, full of pepper, a capable, well informed young woman. Louise Walter in whom we all have pride because of her determination to secure an education. Fine looking, bright, animated, I suspect because of her French ancestry. Minnie Elizabeth Chiles is blossoming out and if she don't look out, she will be as handsome as her mother. Some call her Tootsie, but I never saw many toots around her. I missed my friends, Frances and Elizabeth and for that reason the day was not quite perfect. Many other girls all around and the thought came to me that it will not be many years before they will have to take up the torch and keep the community flame burning on these festival occasions. I wonder if they will guard the spark that has been kept alive by certain women of the community.
Mrs. Vernon Hurd and Bill had their first experience with our community life and they both liked it. Bill and I had a chance to discuss club affairs for a few moments. Todd Lewis of Mendota, Ill., sent in a five spot for Van Wormer Field, so we now have on hand $34.25 or thereabouts. We all thank Mr. Todd for his interest in providing a fine playground for the Bay View pupils. I hope he takes the Tribune.
January 1 Mary Louise left us and goes back to her business in San Antonio and the house is desolate and our hearts are filled with lonesomeness. We do not hear her laugh and whistle and song and I'll not eat that wonderful corn beef hash until she returns. The same day Margaret Holsworth left for Chicago to take up her duties as a teacher who works for glory and the promise of pay sometime.
P. S. On this the second Sunday after Christmas, Bill and I took the first degree and so we are for the time being pure and sweet.
The Daily Tribune, January 5, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
It has been said that music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. I believed this to be true, until jazz came into existence and that seems to me, excite passions that might better be left dormant. Jazz does not give lasting satisfaction. Old songs do. Old songs were as a rule, composed by the best song writers the world has produced, and their melodies last from generation to generation and to day are sung with pleasure by multitudes. Old and young, delight in the old tunes and many a festive occasion has been lightened up with happy enthusiasm by assembly singing of old songs.
In my dreams "I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls." I sat with "Little Annie Rooney" in a palace "In Old Madrid." I said to Annie "Some Day" and "Somewhere" perhaps "In the Blue Alsatian Mountains" you will "Love Me Little and Love Me Long." Annie with eyes shining softly hummed "Annie Laurie" and then into "'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" but when I pressed for an answer to my love question she sat in "Grandmother's Chair" and sang "No Sir! No Sir!"
Looking over the sparkling waters of the bay I saw "White Wings They Never Grow Weary" and then there came into view "The Sand Man" who was "Sailing, Sailing" and shouting over the waters "America." "Thy Mine" fell good and hard for "A Warrior Bold." She was like "Angel's Bright and Fair" while he in her opinion was "He's the Lilly of the Valley." As he pressed his suit she tried to "Flee as a Bird" for she cared not for "The Old Old Story" although he persisted that "I Love to Tell the Story.”
Annie rose from her seat and returning from her walk, told me that she had "A Little Talk With Jesus" and brought with her "A Flower From Mother's Grave." As we sat in "The Gloaming" a nurse came into the patio and with tears in her eyes informed us that "The Cradle's Empty, Baby's Gone." Annie cried a bit and brushing the tears from her eyes, softly sang "Say Au Revoir, But Not Good Bye" and then from the nearby cathedral came the music of "The Lost Chord." All was quiet for "A Little While" and then as I smoked my "Last Cigar," I thought "Oft in the Stilly Night" I would "Steal Away" with "Kathleen Mavoureen" whom I saw "Coming Through the Rye."
The wind brought to my feet "Blossoms From Over the Sea" and thoughts of "The Old Oaken Bucket." As I looked at Annie before parting, I said, "Darling We Are Growing Old Silver Threads Among the Gold." She made no reply, so I gave her "The Two Roses" and said "Then You'll Remember Me." As I held her close for a moment and kissed her red ripe lips, I asked "When Shall We Meet Again?" Having no reply I released her and said I am going to "Mobile Bay," "Way Down Yonder in the Corn Fields" and pick cotton with "Lindy, Lindy Sweet as Sugar Cane" and who knows but I that I may meet "Sweet Adeline."
As I boarded the tug that was to take me to the big ship I happily sang "Home Sweet Home" for I knew that after all there was no place like "The Little Green Home" way down in "Texas, My Texas."
I have before me a bulletin issued by the U. S. Department of Commerce and on one page is a graph reproduced from "Analysis of the Tulsa Trade Area" by the Tulsa Chamber of Commerce. It is entitled "Why do people trade in certain cities?" I find, by a study of this interesting graph, that 33.9 per cent trade in certain cities because of convenient transportation; 22 per cent because of better merchandise; 14.1 per cent because goods not carried by local dealer; 11.3 per cent because of relatives and friends; 9.6 per cent attracted by theatres and other attractions; 6.8 per cent better prices; 2.2 per cent because of higher quality.
I write for the benefit of Palacios merchants, so they will understand why much more than 33.9 per cent of the trade from this territory goes to town instead of breezing across the bay. Convenient transportation facilities. Only 2 per cent care a tinker's dam about quality. They all want an easy way to a certain city. A viaduct across the bay will turn the tide from a vast trade territory towards Driscoll town and enable we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, to walk to St. John's Chapel. While you people stand on the shore straining eyes to see a ship come in, a good trade is slipping away and going to town because it cannot cross the bay. Bay City hopes you will keep watching for the ships. No man has power to change the tides of the sea, but men do have the power to change the tides of trade.
Well, anyway, maybe we will not need viaduct after all, for Carl Boeker has rented the Chapin store and is putting in a large and complete stock of groceries and the best part is that it includes plenty of that R. J. R. His prices will be in tune with those of Bay City and Palacios and he will do a strictly cash business. Enough business goes away from this burg every day, attracted by a low price to make for a grocery, first class business. Selling is easy, but buying is not such an easy problem to solve. When a man buys right, he can sell right, and when he sells right he attracts trade. No one is going to a "certain city" because it is the easy way and pay seventeen cents for bacon when it may be had at home for fifteen cents. Carl Boeker, from what he has told me, is starting right by buying close, paying cash, selling for cash, and I predict that a considerable business now going way from the home base will stay right here and knock out home runs. Carl Boeker's many friends provide a substantial capital for a starter. It will be up to him to make right prices.
Monday morning the school truck rolled in on time with their cargo of young ideas and school opened with renewed pep.
Saw Elizabeth Eisel looking down the read, her eyes shaded with a hand and wondering the why I asked, "What are you looking at Elizabeth?" and she smiled as she replied, "I thought I saw a white horse."
Bobbie Mildred Chiles is my youngest sweetheart, and she knowing how I adore her, sent me a big bag of cookies the other day. The cookies were adorable and just as sweet as she is. No wonder Jesus said "Suffer little children to come unto me" if the children in that day were like Bobbie.
The Woman's Union met with Mrs. Franzen with a good attendance. Of course, they had a good time at the Franzen home. The usual religious program was given and reports from the officers received.
Friday the B.V.H.S. "Vans" drove to Blessing where they met their former conquerors and took their scalp at 6 to 12 in favor of the "Vans." Under the coaching of Coach Balusek, we are working up a splendid basketball team.
I am informed that the trustees have decided that it is necessary to fence Van Wormer Field, for stray stock soon destroy the improvements made.
It is a foolish waste of money to build tracks and playgrounds only to be destroyed by stock. Those who have brooded on depression until they suffer from misery should take comfort from the fact that misery is an ailment that may be extoriorated. What such folk need is a bit more haenoglobin [hemoglobin?].
I am informed that quite a heavy load of what is known as spiritus frumenti arrived in this burg the other night. Soon as we have some moderation in existing laws which have driven men to hard liquor and crime, men will turn from rock, fence, white mule and begin to drink harmless wines and beers.
Saturday is the day for the auction which is open for any person anywhere so Mrs. Chiles sends your bedspring and Mr[s]. Nelson sends them noodles and Mrs. Wright sends that old hen and Mrs. Franzen sends some turnip greens and, well anyway, the word is for all you folk who have something you wish to change into cash to send it to Bay City Saturday, January 16. If Bay City merchants give up their trades day she takes a back step in her progressive march. Other towns have tried to establish a trades day and failed. Bay City has made it a success. Of course, some feel that in doing their share they practice supererogation and that the dilatants profit from their contributions, but this is always present. The progressive fellows always bear the burden and carry along the unwilling. Any merchant who, by spending such a small sum as four bones, can help to bring a thousand traders within his reach is a fool to quibble. It's cheap advertising. It puts his store and his town into a class by itself at small cost. Bay City during the past year has acquired a reputation as a first class "certain city" where good value may be had for small money. Keep up the good work even if it is necessary to drag along a bunch of men who are while willing to profit, are not willing to pay. Every town has 'em.
It is with sorrow that we learn of the passing of Mrs. Lewis. She has visited us many times and we always enjoy her cherry ways and bright smiles. There is a satisfaction and that is she lived a long and useful life and raised a splendid family of boys and girls. She left her fruit for the benefit of succeeding generations. When a woman has lived to her ripe years and left the world such a fine family, that woman wears a crown of glory. A fine specimen of America's womanhood has passed along life's highway and gone into the unknown, but the memory of her sweet and gracious life remains with those who knew and loved her.
Mother's Love.
"Love is indestructible: It's holy flame forever burneth; From Heaven it came to Heaven returneth; It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of love is there." --R. Southey.
The Van Wormer Field Improvement Fund Statement. Receipts. Gulf Sulphur Co. $50 Carey Smith $5 George Duckworth $5 Dr. A. J. Alexander $5 E. H. Junod $2 E. E. Young $1 E. L. Peck $2.50 C. H. Farrell $5 Todd Lewis $5 Total $80.[50]
Disbursements. Printing $5 Grading Van Wormer Field $8 Material and Labor $23.25 Ten loads gravel for track $10 Total $46.25
Balance on hand with Hugo Kundinger, treasurer Collegeport Industrial League, $34.25.
In addition the League has furnished stamps to the value of $3.80 and envelopes and stationery to the value of $1.60. Submitted by H. A. Clapp.
The Daily Tribune, January 13, 1932 |
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In addition the League has furnished stamps to the value of $3.80 and envelopes and stationery to the value of $1.60. Submitted by H. A. Clapp.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January
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By Harry Austin Clapp
While adults and old folk may read this if they like, it is primarily written for the kiddies. When Mary Louise was a wee little girl, she used to climb on my knee and say "Daddy, tell me about 'Struction Town'" and so I would relate the story about the girl who was in a class by herself when it came to destruction. This little girls name was not Frances, or Elizabeth, or Rosalie or Roberta, or Hazel, or Emma, but just plain Ada and it seems that she was always destroying things. She would knock a glass form the table, break cups and saucers, when she was drying them for mama, bend fotografs, tear holes in her stockings, and rents in her clothing until she was the despair of her mother. Mama used to say "Ada will I ever see the day when I can trust you not to break every thing in the house?" and Ada would cry and tell Mama that "It seems that I was born to be 'structive.'" So things went from bad to worse, each day piling up new destruction, until one bright sunny day she was in the garden picking flowers, when she heard a wee little shy voice saying "Ada come here." Ada looked all about and at last she found the voice. It belonged to a little fairy who was perched on the lip of a tulip. The fairy told Ada that she had come to Collegeport to take her on a visit to the most wonderful city God had ever made and wanted her to go at once. "But how can I go?" replied Ada. "I have brought with me a new chariot and with it we may quickly make the journey to the city which I can dimly see among the clouds." No sooner said, than down through the rows of flowers there floated the sweetest little chariot drawn by eight butterflies. The chariot was made of glass, some of it transparent and some opaque, but it glistened in the sunlight as though made of molten gold. The harness was as light as the web of a spider and was made of spun glass. "Why," said Ada, "everything seems to be made of glass" and the fairy explained that in the distant city everything was made of glass. Glass houses, glass streets, glass animals, glass automobiles, glass, glass. Soon the home garden was out of sight and then the earth was just a speck in the distance. Stars were closer, the sun warmer, and in a few moments the wonderful city came in sight, looking as though built on a big pink cloud, the cloud appeared to dissolve and on its heights Ada saw the city all agleam in iridescent glass. They lightly landed on the street of glass and the first thing she noticed was that every ones foot turned back. The hind feet of dogs and cats turned back. The fairy explained that this was so they could walk backwards without turning around. The dogs wagged their tails up and down instead of from side to side because being made of glass, if they wagged them sidewise they would break off. She saw an elephant and the peculiar thing was that when its tail wagged to the right, its trunk swung to the left. This cunning arrangement made it impossible for the glass trunk or tail to tangle up and break off. A street car rolled down the street and Ada was delighted because she could look right through the car and see all the people. The houses seemed to be made of opaque glass but a few of them were transparent and she was able to look clear through them and watch the occupants as they went about their daily tasks. This was all very interesting and Ada's eyes simply popped out of her head, so great was her astonishment. Soon they arrived at the palace of the king and found that the approach was well guarded with very tall glass soldiers, each one with one foot forward and the other pointing to the rear. A word from the fairy and they were allowed to pass up the great entrance to the palace where they were received by the king. Up to this moment Ada had not broken one thing but soon trouble was to begin from this girl of 'Struction Town.' Next week I will tell about the troubles that came to Ada and how it ended.
In Kipling's "A Wayside Comedy," he writes "You must remember though you will not understand, that all laws weaken in a small and hidden community where there is no public opinion." This perhaps explains the daily violation of traffic laws in Collegeport. These violations are a daily danger to children as well as adults. This week a fool driver drove though the town at not less than sixty miles per hour. At the end of the "nine-foot sidewalk" he turned his car and drove back at the same bent-for-hell speed, blowing his horn in warning. Where was he going? What was the hurry? What did he do when he arrived?
Saturday night, twenty cars were parked at the postoffice and many of them on the highway. Getting out of such a tangle is no safe thing and some day, some one will be killed or badly injured. Twenty cars is not many, one will say, but remember they are all packed in a space of less than one hundred and fifty feet. A good thing if some public opinion might be aroused before it is too late.
I am glad to welcome into the Select Lodge of R. J. R. Smokers, Mr. Boeker, Sr. He has used it for years and testifies that his good health is due to the use of this universal soul soother. Three bags for two bits and the big twelve-ounce bag for thirty-five cents, is the local price now days. For the first time Target may be had three for two bits and at that a fair profit. All this town needs is a fair prophet and our folk may enjoy a fair profit.
Well, I notice by reading the papers that Judge McNabb wants another nab at the county judgeship, and I don't blame him for he looks very contented and cozy in his nice new office. I expect he will be down this way sooner or later and hope he brings Otis Taylor with him. If he does, I may throw my two votes his way.
Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. was here Thursday and met with the Woman's Club for the purpose of organizing a unit of the Girl's Reserves. After listening to the plan the club agreed to sponsor the movement. The girls are delighted with the prospect of having a unit in Collegeport. The meeting was held in the library building because of the bad road conditions.
Friday night a group of young people representing the Markham B. Y. P. U. came down and put on a play "Follow Me." The play was produced in a splendid manner, but the attendance was not what was desired, for road conditions are not what they might be.
Friday afternoon the Ashby school, played the home team on Van Wormer Field with a score in favor of the "Vans" 11-8. The Ashby team used three seniors and two juniors while the home team used four juniors and one senior. The same night a mixed team came from Palacios and engaged a mixed local team with a score of 16-20 in favor of the visitors.
An oil tank going into the ditch near Beadle, held up mail for two days. A rescue train, from Kingsville, went off the track before it reached the ditched oil tank but Saturday night the mess was all cleaned up and the motor car came in on time with a heavy mail. It was the old story of "off again, on again, gone again." All is well on the line, until another "off again."
The auction held in Bay City Saturday was granted a fine day and a good crowd, with fine sales. This is the first of a series of auctions under the management of Burton D. Hurd and Son. We hope some of them will be held in other portions of the county. This appears a wise thing to do, for it is difficult to move live stock many miles.
For the past few days we have been enjoying summer weather with a temperature ranging from 78 to 82. Of course the weather pessimist tells us that we will pay for this mild weather and has predicted all sorts of storms.
Sunday a mile norther arrived accompanied with a drizzling rain which will continue to give the dirt roads a fine slick.
Ray Ross, who lives in Houston was here last of the week for a visit with old time friends.
Gustave Franzen received a fotograf of his sister's family. The sister was two years old when he left Sweden, but is now married and has two fine daughters. The group are well dressed and fine looking people and the little girls are beauties. Wish they would move to Collegeport for they would make a fine addition to our America. The more people we have from the old country like the Franzen family, the better off are we.
Received a refund check the other day from the county tax collector and I thanked him cordially. Of course after such kind attention, I feel that I must cast my two votes for R. A. Kleska. And what's the use of turning out such a well posted and capable man as he is. Years of service in that office, has made a valuable servant and just as a matter of common business sense he should be retained.
As to Ruby Hawkins, there is not a voter in Matagorda County who would willing throw away a ruby. Jewels of that class are without price, why not keep our ruby?
Of course, Oscar Barber will be down here sooner or later with his usual smile and can talk and we will mostly decide to vote for him, just once more.
Harris Milner, because of long service and close attention to business is entitled to a renewal. I have never seen him and have no desire to, on official business, but if he wishes to make us a social call, he will be welcome to Homecroft. Such a visit will not need a search warrant for we are always at home to the sheriff for we have sold our still and dumped all of our brew. Come on down Harris and give us a look see.
It appears that the office of county treasurer is a superfluous one but so long as it is required, might as well keep Charles Langham handling the cash and paying it out. He is a good old scout and a swell dresser. Hope he will bring his lady friend with him when he makes his biennial visit.
Now about his here viaduct from this burg to the City by the Sea, where folks look for the ship to come in. I notice by reading the Beacon that several fellows are anxious to serve us people as precinct commissioner. If the viaduct was ready to use, a five minute drive and they would be able to tell us all about their peculiar qualifications for the job. Without the viaduct they will drive seventy miles for the privilege of chinning with us. What a saving in time and language. And then think of the ease with which we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, could walk to service at St. John's Mission.
Thanks to the Lord, aided and abetted by Mrs. Robert Murry, on this the second Sunday after Epiphany, our tummies are well distended, with turnip greens, salt port and pot likker. Just proves, that it is a great thing to the friendly with the Lord, and our neighbors.
Thinking this string of copy was pretty good, I read it to Burton Hurd and he only smiled and said "Gosh! I don't see why Carey Smith prints all this slime." Just at present, Burton has a hog complex and dreams of hogs at night so when I asked a suggestion for "Thoughts," he asked me to write about hogs. I may do it soon as I find out whether to write about two legged hogs or four legged ones. Plenty of dope for either one.
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, January 18, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Well to go on with the story of the structive girl. Ada was informed that she must not turn her back on the king when retiring from the royal presence. This act was easy for the natives, for with one foot turned to the rear, they could walk back just as easy as skinning a cat, but not so with Ada. Along each side of the chamber stood rows of candles mounted on glass sticks about five feet high. Ada, trying to walk backwards as gracefully as did her escort, simply knocked three of the candle sticks over and they fell to the floor with a crash. The king roared with anger and shouted "varlets take that wench away." So she was dragged by the arms and hustled out of the palace and taken to the little glass house where she was to stay. On the way they crossed a beautiful bridge which looked like opals, and the stream underneath, was all red. When she asked what made it red, they told her it was a river of cranberry sauce.
She wanted to stop and examine it and so she went down the banks and found them lined with a peculiar grass which she at last discovered was noodles. She grabbed a handful and found they were glass noodles and the flowers along the bank in varied colors were all glass. As she reached for a flower, she slipped and her slipper fell off and floated away on the river of cranberry sauce so she had to hobble up to the road and into the chariot and soon found herself at "Terrible Bungalow."
Terrible to her because it was made from black glass and inside all was light and comfy. Light from invisible sources and warmed in the same way. A maid escorted her to her room which was beautifully covered but everything was glass. Glass shades, glass toilet articles, glass bed spread, made from spun glass so delicate as to feel and look like silk. Trying to comb her hair, she broke the brush and the mirror fell with a crash. She knew that she was in for trouble, for breaking things made the people very angry but just then a little boy came and brought her slipper which he had found on buckwheat cakes island. It was all covered and soaked with cranberry sauce but she started to dry it when out popped a little animal, which the boy said was a "thingumbee."
When this animal ate, it simply turned itself outside in by slipping its tail in its mouth and then surrounded the food and reversing the process the food was in its tummy and ready for digestion. When Ada left the bungalow to take a walk, she brushed against a small tree which being made of glass simply broke into a thousand bits and scattered all over the lawn. This being observed by a policeman, who saw it with the eye in the back of his head, arrested her and took her before a big fat glass jug, which we know as a judge and Ada was questioned and the verdict was that she be thrown out of the town because so long as she stayed, their things would be broken. They put glass handcuffs on her and led her to the edge of he town which was the big pink cloud she had seen when coming up there. One of the men took her by the feet and the other by the head and with a big heave, threw her off. Down, down, down, she went, tumbling over and over, her hands flying, screaming for help, but all to no avail. Soon she could see the earth and then her home tucked away under green grass and then a big bump and she landed right in the garden. The breath was just about knocked out of her, but she soon sat up and began to cry.
Mama rushed out and picked her up and between her sobs, Ada told all she had gone through with, and said, "Mama, I will never break another thing and I'll always be so careful of everything I handle." So Ada was reformed and became a great source of joy and pride for her parents and I am told that all her life she was so careful that she never broke another dish or tore her clothes. Her home was never again in "Struction Town," but in happy and peaceful valley where she lived a long and happy life. So this is the story of "Struction Town" so let me hear you say your prayers and go to bed my darling. Soon Mary Louise was fast asleep, but the next night she would say, "Daddy, tell me about 'Struction Town.'"
Little Bright Eyes, by some called Mary Ellen Foster, is the local entrant in the Colonial Theatre contest. Mary Ellen has not decided whether to take the auto or the trip to Hollywood though she favors the latter because a prominent film organization appears anxious to give her a screen test. Maybe we have a Dorothy Dalton or Mary Pickford here in Collegeport.
It amuses me to read the statements in the papers regarding those who are standing for various offices. It appears that they are all well and favorably known, are men of rare ability and nearly all of them enter because of the pressure brought to bear by their many friends. None of them appear to need the job, but are simply willing to sacrifice their time and energy for the public good. O la! la and two more las. Anyway it is fine to know that we have a surplus of patriots. Many will reach for the cup, but few will sip.
The King's Daughters met with Mrs. Burton D. Hurd Thursday. The attendance was rather small so my report is, but the food was there in plenty and gorgeous quality. My friend the noodle maker, brought a big pan of them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, but they did me little good for I was not invited, but I am thankful for a breeze from the west which from time to time wafted the odor of noodles to me and I inhaled and enjoyed them as best as I could. Sure feel sore about the neglect, for I do not understand how the Daughters can have a first class meeting without a few good men.
Friday we had a rain estimated by some of the wise ones as about three inches, anyway, everything was afloat and then to top things off, a brisk norther roared down on us and is still roaring as I write this on Septaugesima Sunday. For the benefit of those who do not know, I will state that Wednesday, Feb. 10 is Ash Wednesday the first day of Lent. March 27 will be Easter Day by which time we trust weather will be settled.
Many of the school pupils were taken to Palacios Friday to have treatment for diphtheria. A wise move, for we all know from good practical experience that this disease may be whipped and many lives saved to grow up into useful men and women.
My private smuggler is now in St. John's New Brunswick, so I will be looking for some more John Cotton and London cigs. Great thing to have such fine service.
We, meaning I and the Miserble Wretch, feel pretty gay this morning for we had buckwheat cakes for our morning meal. I adore noodles, but O, you buckwheat cakes. The flour, which arrived Saturday night, came from an old stone mill I used to visit as a boy with my grandfather. It now makes yellow corn meal and buckwheat flour all stone ground.
Guess the library did a small business Friday for few would go out in the heavy rain even for a good book.
The first candidate to call on us was Smiling Oscar [Barber]. Of course, he told us that his principle business was to find out how much tax we were willing to pay this year. Of course, we will cast our two votes for our old friend Oscar, so no others need apply to us for that job.
I have not decided what office I will stand for but from Mirth's description of the new jail, guess I will offer as sheriff and it don't make much difference whether I am elected or not, so long as I can live in that mansion. Life there, sure would be a delight.
Looking over my registry book that I kept when I had pure bred hogs, I find this notation "four hogs died in the storm of March 10, 1912." I am not worrying today for I have no hogs.
The Girl's Reserve is planning to organize and elect officers. I suggested to Rosalie Nelson that if she would use her influence to secure my election as treasurer, I would split with her on a fifty-fifty basis. The ides appealed to her so guess I'll be elected. Tather have that than be county treasurer. One of the first things the Reserves take up is the building of the viaduct so Palacios folk may come over here and see the beautiful sunsets.
We have been pestered with rats and mouses and have tried all of Montague's tricks without success. They appear to enjoy poison, but at last we got rid of Mr. Rat, simply by introducing to our house a bow legged mouse. It seems rats are so afraid of bowlegged mice and they leave the premises. At any rate, we got the rat, a fellow weighing close to twenty pounds or less, probably much less. I will now breed bow legged mice, and soon will be able to furnish a supply to our friend Montague, and then he can continue his rat campaign with hopes of success.
Had a talk with Bill Hurd today and we agree that the weather is too cold for us to take the third degree.
The Daily Tribune, January 26, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
The hog I write of is a quadruped of the genus "sus" and the domesticated animal known to us all, is called by the scientific name of "suidae scrofa." It would not be wise to go out in the lot and yell "scrofa! scrofa!" for the hog, smart as he is, does not know his real name.
The best advice one can give as to breed of hogs is that a man should raise the kind he likes best. In this way he will make a success. In this section, the Duroc-Jerseys seem to be the favorite. In other sections it is the Big Bone Polan China. All breeds have merits. The main thing is to get a hog that will consume plenty of feed, grow fast and be ready to market early. No other domestic animal excels the hog in feed economy, for he requires only 3 to 6 pounds of dry matter for each pound of pork produced, while cattle require about twice that amount. When slaughtered, the hog dresses at 75 to 85 per cent of his live weight, while cattle dress from 55 to 65 per cent. The pig can be ready to market in six months if properly fed, while the steer dallies along two years before he is ready for the slaughter house. Again, there is a constant market for hog products in fresh meat, hams, bacon and lard and the by products are increasingly valuable. The most important items that enter into raising hogs for profit in a short time, are the use of a good pure bred boar, large sows, the ancestry of each showing a tendency towards quick growth and an early maturity. Plenty of bone is most desirable, for on a pig's strong frame, plenty of meat and fat may be hung. Pasture is necessary but no hog can possibly consume enough forage to supply the nutrients for a rapid growth. His stomach it too small. The hog's stomach holds about eight quarts; the horse nineteen quarts; sheep thirty-one quarts, while the cow holds the enormous quantity of 266 quarts. For this reason, if one decides to early market hogs, he must be supplied with a properly balanced concentrated ration. While other animals can handle large quantities of roughage, the hogs capacity is limited, so concentrates are required if one desires rapid and economical gains. What the packer wants in a finished hog, is what the consumer wants. He must buy that type of hog. Therefore the profitable hog, is the one that is ready to market in the least time and goes to the packing house at about 200 pounds. Such a hog spells profit to the grower and the longer he is fed after that weight is reached, the lower the profit. Many men brag of killing hogs that weigh more than 500 pounds and unaware that he has actually produced his meat at a loss. Matagorda County is a desirable section in which to produce pork at a profit. It should have a million head. They should be found on every farm, not only for home use but for the market, but the facts are, we are not in the hog business, at least not so much that one may notice it. The last census reports inform us that the swine on Matagorda County farms have a value of only $40,534, while the total value of all domestic animals is $2,476,772. This proves that our farmers are not "hog wise," and it also proves that we as a people are buying our pork products from the wiser farmers of the northern states. The value of hog products shipped into this county each year is enormous. And yet, here we are blessed with a climate favorable to farrowing, favorable for pastureage, favorable for every item that enters into the early and profitable production of pork and easily reached markets. Markets that are anxious for the opportunity to buy hogs and convert them into merchantable products. Our county agent, Mr. F. O. Montague, is ready and willing to assist our farmers on selection of breed and type and from him may be obtained the best information as to feeding and finishing. With cotton way down, the line the hog offers is a splendid opportunity for added profit! A profit largely made from waste matter. Let's get "hog wise."
The Girl's Reserve will use as a club room, the vacant store room of the Scholl Building. They will have a kitchen, private dining room, and an assembly hall. The "Bell" will call them to dinner and it is not every unit that boasts of a "Bell" so the girls are delighted.
Saw some of the reserves looking over their proposed quarters and as I saw their animated faces, flashing eyes and sweet faces, I thought to myself that girl reserve was a misnomer and that they should be called girl preserves. Frances King wants to join the unit but she can not qualify as a preserve for she suggests peaches and cream.
Wednesday we had a very pleasant call from Hon. J. J. Frick of Bay City, the republican county chairman. He was taking a trip around the county squirting a dose of pepper sauce into the veins of us precinct chairmen. He better inoculate the repubs. who like to jump over the fence and play in the democratic yard. Plenty of them in this burg. They need new piston rings and some spark plugs, so they will hit on all six.
Well the motor car went on a bust again, so no train moved out of here Wednesday. If all railroads are handled in the same manner, as it this branch, I do not wonder that railroads are losing money. On this branch there is no such word as economy.
Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. came Wednesday and installed the officers of the girl's reserve who are Frances King, president; Rosalie Nelson, vice president; Frances Eisel, secretary; Ruth Boeker, treasurer. From a perusal of the following letter, the reader will know that the reserve starts out financially sound.
Houston, Texas January 26, 1932
Mr. Harry A. Clapp, Collegeport, Texas.
Dear Harry:
Answering yours of the 15th instant, which has been brought to my attention upon my return from Washington, I am glad to be of service in the matter mentioned and am requesting the issuance of a voucher in the sum of $50.00 payable to the Woman's Club of Collegeport as a donation to the girl's reserve. The voucher should be received within the next few days.
With warmest personal regards,
Sincerely yours,
Roy Miller director of public relations Texas Gulf Sulphur Company
The Woman's Club sponsoring the reserve is of course delighted and the girl members are just tickled pink, so that's that. The community will provide additional aid, for all realize the benefit this organization will be to our young girls. It is not often that a big corporation, such as the Gulf Sulphur Company, is interested in the small affairs of a community, but we in Matagorda County seem to be favored by a corporation made up of men who are willing and happy to share their prosperity with the people of the county in which they operate. The company is fortunate in having for its director of public relations such a lovable character as is Mr. Roy Miller. He possesses the ability not acquired by many men, to make friends, keep them and get close to other human beings. Every member of this community, I feel sure, thank the company and Mr. Miller for their interest in the community and in doing so, we do not forget that on another occasion they assisted us in the improvement of Van Wormer Field.
The Palacios seniors came over here on Wednesday to play on Van Wormer Field. Because the viaduct is not open for traffic, they made a seventy-mile drive instead of a five minute stroll. The score was 24-9 in favor of the visitors which of course paid them for the long drive.
The entire community shares the grief of the Penland family, in the loss of their infant daughter, Sara Marie Penland, who died of diphtheria Thursday and was buried in the local cemetery Friday. She was a sweet little baby who came into the world to brighten the family life.
"She is not dead but sleepeth."--Luke VII.52.
"The baby wept: The mother took it from the nurse's arms And hushed its fears and soothed its vain alarms. And baby slept.
Again it weeps, And God doth take it from the mother's arms, From present griefs and future unknown harms, And baby sleeps." --Samuel Hinds.
A fine example of government economy is illustrated over in Alabama where the successful candidate for United States senator defeated his opponent by 50,000 votes. The defeated candidate enters a protest and asks for an investigation and pending investigation and decision, both men draw the salary of the office.
Makes no difference to us which man wins for we have been refreshed and nourished with a big bunch of pork spare ribs sent by our good friend Mrs. Agnes Liggett. Hope they grow more such fine hogs, for the meat was tender, luscious, toothsome, savory, or some thing like that. Rah! Rah! Rah!
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 2, 1932 |
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[Local information taken from longer article.] Monday night I received the following letter:
Houston, Texas,
Mr. Harry A. Clapp, Dear Harry: Referring to yours of the 15th inst. it gives me a great deal of pleasure to enclose herewith our company’s voucher in the sum of $50 made payable to the Woman’s Club of Collegeport as a contribution to the unit of the girl’s reserve which is being organized in your community. I shall be glad if you will hand it to the proper officer of the club. Assuring you of the pleasure it gives us to render this service, I am, with personal regards, Sincerely yours,
Roy Miller, The voucher was delivered the next day to Mrs. L. E. Liggett, secretary of the Collegeport Woman’s Club and now the reserve is able to start on its work free from financial worries. Hearty thanks go to Mr. Miller and the sulphur company for this much needed aid. Talk about a mystery. I have found one that I have up to date been unable to solve. It needs a Sherlock Holmes. I hesitate to tell about it and hope none of the readers will tell about it. I found a corset on the road. Dogs, not knowing but that it was a strange animal, had mauled it about considerable, but there it was staring me in the face, a corset. Now the thing for a sleuth to do is find the woman who lost it and why it is in the road. I have not seen one of the damned things for years. Must have been worn by a fat woman for the slim ones do not wear them nowadays. A suitable reward will be paid for the name of the owner. Today I found a garter and am looking for a woman with one leg. The Woman’s Union met with Mrs. V. R. Haisley Thursday with a large attendance. The usual religious program was rendered and delicious refreshments served. I am indebted to Rosalie Nelson for a big bouquet of crisp lettuce. I expect the noodle maker had something to do with its production, so I render proper gratitude
Surprise party in honor of the senior basketball team
and their coach Mr. Balusek. About twenty-nine were present and the
evening was spent in various stunts and initiations. Refreshments were
served consisting of a gorgeous punch (so I am informed and cakes of
several kinds. The girls have worked the boys to do the dirty
Harris Milner was down here looking for votes. Met me
on the street make all sorts of promises, among them the privilege of
eating with the family in that fine new jailhouse
The Farmer’s Storage Company has passed to Harvey
Foster and Verner Batchelder and is now known as the Farmer’s Supply
Company. Vern B. and Mary Ellen are in charge and the firm is very wise
to keep the latter for Little Bright Eyes sure draws the
I am informed that the Wharton Chamber of Commerce
and the merchants are so enthused over the idea of holding a public
auction that they are ready to provide the courthouse square for the
event, attend to the publicity, assist in soliciting items for sale and
will make it a Trades Day by giving purchase tickets and drawing for
valuable prizes. This event will be of great benefit to the merchants
for it will draw many people to the town an the auction provides them
with money for the purchase of goods. Sunday we were charmed, enchanted,
raptured, with a visit from Bill Emily Jane and Emily Jane Junior. They
were accompanied by Doctor Z. (can’t wrote the (name).
The Daily Tribune, February 18, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Now don't get excited, for this is not a tale of George Washington, the man who never told a lie, but about a fellow who did once upon a time tell a lie. I have known this man since he was a small boy, and I can vouch for the truth of the tale, that he was eighteen years old before he knew which was the front or rear of his trousers and it was not until he was nineteen, that he discovered a gallus had a strap for each shoulder, for he had always worn a one strap pants holder. Reading the words of St. Matthew the other day brought him to my mind. I'll bet five dollars, against a tank of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, that in the old days St. Matthew was simply called Matt and I bet he was one good old boy as he went about his daily business. He was a splendid chronicler and one time reporting, as was his wont, he wrote these words "And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliverest unto me five talents, behold I have gained five besides them five talents more. His Lord said unto him, well done thou good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things. I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of the Lord." Well, what has this writing of St. Matthew to do with the man I write of? Just this. I have seen him grow from a plain farmer lad, with less than five talents into an uncommon man the possessor of five more talents and these ten talents he delivered free and clear to the people whose servant he is without cost and without price. George Harrison has grown in the last few years, until he has become valuable to this county. He has formed contact with men high in authority, men who are able to do much for Matagorda County and are willing to do so. These contacts are not to be acquired in a few weeks. It takes years for confidence to be established. A new man, no matter how able, can not hope to make such valuable connections until many years of close personal relationship results in giving confidence. This man has served every portion of his precinct with distinction and besides, he has been a valuable man in all county work. This is recognized by those who know I have been intimate with him and his family for many years and I know from what has been told to me, by men in this county and outside its limits, that several times he has gone alone, unaided and unsolicited, to the men high up, and secured for the county and community, aid that would not be forthcoming except for the warm regard with which he is held and the confidence he has established. This is the simple recognized truth, so why make a change and take on a new man, no matter who he is who will require several years to acquire the five talents already earned and possessed by George Harrison. No banker would do it. No industrial concern would do it. No business house would do it. None of them can afford to use such poor business sense. We as a people cannot afford it. The question is "what is a talent? What is it worth in our money?" As near as I can find out a talent equals in Troy weight 131 pounds, eight ounces, eleven pennyweights and fourteen grains, or about $28,800 in cold cash. The five talents gained, is therefore equal to $144,000. This is the value of the five talents brought to us at no cost. Therefore, when we go to the polls, let us remember the words of St. Matthew, and say to the man who has gained these five talents, "well done, thou good and faithful servant."
The rules and regulations of the Girl's Preserves appear to be very elastic whenever it appears to please those in control but not elastic enough so they would consider my application to be a Preserve. I like preserves especially when a few peaches and cream are mixed in. The age limits, as I am informed, are girls between twelve and eighteen, but this rule has been stretched to thirteen and nineteen, for this excludes a few undesirables and lets in a few desirables. Then again it appears that no girl who is not in the high school is eligible, but lo and behold, that rule is also stretched to take in a certain girl, who is not even going to the school.
Why not get down to something basic and take in every girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen. No married women allowed. Just us girls. This town is too small for the formation of cliques or even clicks. The Girl's Reserve are sure to lose the friendly feeling and support of several interested women if they persist in organizing a clique. Throw down the bars.
The Woman's Club held its regular monthly meeting in the community house, the entertainers being the Misses Bell, Williams and Nestor. The program arranged by Mrs. Hurd, was quite an elaborate one, but because of a funeral service that afternoon, the meeting was called to order at a late hour and the program suffered some sacrifice. Refreshments consisted of date loaf with whipped cream and cherries, dainty sandwiches, mints and coffee. Pretty good for a bunch of school teachers.
The affair would have been most successful, had they invited a few of their men friends. Honestly, sitting here on the side lines and only smelling the refreshments, I can't see how they ever have a successful meeting without some of us men.
Well, all I know about county affairs is what I read in Mirth's column and so I read with interest his story about salaries. After reading it, I thought that it would be easy to cut expenses. Cut out the auditor and save $3500. Abolish the office of treasurer and save $3000 more. Combine the assessors and collectors offices and save (God knows how much) probably $7000. Merge the district and county clerks offices and let Ruby handle both of them and save $4000. Abolish the county attorney office and have the court appoint some lawyer to give advice at a fee named in advance. Saves at least $1,200. Of course, such a course is not popular for it would take the life out of many of our people, who for ages have been nourished by sucking the public teat. They are sacred and must not be disturbed while nursing. But the county agent and the health nurse! Ah, there is another thing. Neither of them are necessary for we get along without them. Our fathers did not enjoy them and we really do not need them. So let us begin cutting right there and save all the big sums these two servants are enjoying. This not being an agricultural county, but being a strictly industrial county, we do not need a county agent, so any aid given to the farmer is not even solicited and they raised crops before they ever heard of a county agent and they fed cattle and sold them for money, so this being true, let us cut out the county agent work and save a few pennies that way. I am informed that we have spent about $100,000 dipping cattle. Why? Just to free them from lice and a good work, a necessary one, for the comfort of the cattle and profit of the owners, but when it comes to spending a few hundred dollars to aid in health work among children and save many of their lives that they may grow into valuable citizens, we must remember that we raised children, some of them, before we ever had the advantage of health nurse work, so therefore let us cut out that work and save a few more pennies. WE have children enough, so let them die if it is going to cost the taxpayers any coin. There are so many ways in which we can save that it appears very foolish to cut down on such necessities as county agent work and health nurse work. Both necessities for the future of Matagorda County. Some of the offices named are not even necessary, but under the law we must have them and support them. The same power that put them on the statues is able to remove them. Cut out the branches that do not bear fruit, but retain the fruit growth. Merging counties would go far towards cutting down taxes. With the auto and airplane, distance shrinks. What is the use of keeping up 250 county seats with the required officers when one-third would handle our affairs better and cheaper. This would cut down the number of legislators which would be another wonderful saving not only in cash but in unnecessary talk. O, yes, there are opportunities a plenty to save if we care to do something besides howl and yowl about taxes. Less bureaus, less departments, less hordes of pap suckers and tax burdens would be lighter. What we need is business in government instead of government in business.
Mr. Lewis Bonnett, well remembered by the old timers, died Thursday at Markham, aged ninety-three. Interment in the Collegeport cemetery at 4 p. m. the same day, the religious services being conducted under the auspices of the Christian Science Society. For many years, Mr. Bonnett lived on his home place, about two miles north of Collegeport and was known by all as a very kindly and lovable man. He was veteran of the war between the states and received a pension for that service. He lived a long and rich life, and a credit to his country and community.
Well, at last, my Corona has gone and done it and I am weeping and wailing over the loss of a good old servant. A friend of thirteen years. For six years we have never missed an issue with "Thoughts." During that time we have written 9984 inches or 9323 feet of "Thoughts" much of which has properly been called drivel by the literati and others. Some have exposed the fact that the healthy side of my brain was quite active. Anyway, not one inch has been intended to harm or even dent the sensibilities of my readers. It has been fair publicity for our community, and carried the name of Collegeport to many states and many lands. That was the object. And now "Thoughts" cease at least until I arrange to obtain the aid of another Corona which will be when the Lord only knows. I may scribble a few notes with my faithful pencil, which was given to me a long time ago. I may, and I may not, depends on whether I recover the full powers of my brain. It is hell to go about on one leg but worse to make one's way with a brain the half of which is badly diseased. For sale, cheap, a Corona in bad condition.
The Farmers Supply Company, meaning Mary Ellen and Vern B[atchelder]. come out with special prices most of which beat "town prices" to a frazzle, for instance, ten pounds perfectly sweet sugar at forty-six cents. Can any one beat it? The sugar is sweet because Mary Ellen puts it up.
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 16, 1932 |
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Editor - Frances Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances King First Reporter - Wade Blackwell Second Reporter - Tootsie Chiles Third Reporter - Beth Eisel
School News
We, the students of the Bay View High School had a meeting last Monday to elect the literary staff for contributing news to the Matagorda County Tribune. The above listed officers were elected by popular vote of the students.
The Girl Reserves will meet for their bi-monthly meeting next Wednesday, Feb. 17, 1932.
Athletic News
Wednesday evening, Feb. 3, Palacios came over here to play basketball. We had played Palacios once before, losing with the score of 9-24 in Palacios' favor.
Our game of the third was a close game because both teams played so well. For a while we thought it was going to be a tie, at the end of the first quarter the score was 1-0 in favor of Palacios. At the end of the last quarter the score was 13-16 in favor of Collegeport.
We, the girls, felt sure that their winning was due to our well organized pep squad, who were on the side lines, so with excitement that we could hardly stay off of the court.
We were all elated over our winning third place in the senior basketball in the county meet, Saturday morning Feb. 13. Thanks to our efficient coach, Mr. Frank J. Balusek and our faithful team.
Local News
Miss Patricia Martyn, the county health nurse, was visitor here on Thursday, Feb. 11.
Mrs. Claire F. Pollard, the county superintendent, visited our school on Tuesday, Feb. 9.
Fun Section
Because he puts down three and carries one.
When is a bubble not a bubble? When it breaks.
What is the worst kind of fare for a man to live on? Warfare.
Why is dough like the sun? Because it is light when it rises.
Why is a leaf of a tree like the human body? Because it has veins in it.
The Daily Tribune, Thursday, February 18, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Last week I sang a "Swan Song" for I was confident that for several weeks I would be unable to think. It bothered me considerable, because I felt that without this column, the Tribune's subscription list would fade away until Carey Smith would be on the rocks of old man depression. It would just be too bad if Matagorda County should lose the Daily and Weekly Trib. No wonder my heart beat slow and low. Then I had a dream. In my dream I saw a sunset. The kind I often see as I look towards the western sky. In the west a ball of molten red, seared the escarpments of the clouds. The sky was tinted as with blood. Long shadows like purpled giants laced the clouds. As the sun sank lower, the colors softened into browns, sepias, carmine, amber and at last merged into lost gray. The clouds looked as though in grotesque supplication to the deity of night. The heavens glowed as though the gods burned mystic fires. Red flamed, then paled and the earth was silent under the sapphire dome. Lambent beams of mercuric light shot from the stars. The sun sank below the horizon, but way up where the stars began to light their lamps, was a wonderful glowing orange cloud that looked as though it was receiving a good night kiss. And sitting serene and secure on that cloud I saw a "He Fairy" and in his lap a Corona. How I envied him the possession of that Corona. Little thinking what I said, I talked to the fairy and said "Mr. Fairy when you are through with that Corona please let me have it? No sooner said than he acted, and the act consisted in throwing the Corona out into the darkening sky. It whirled and twirled and tumbled, over and over, it fell, until at last it landed on my desk. The dream ended. In the morning I went out and looked but found no Corona so I knew it was only a dream. But the same day came a telegram from a reader of the Tribune who lives way up North and the wire started with these words: "Corona sent express prepaid."
Friday night Mr. E. L. Hall, conductor of the Portsmouth Limited, said, "Your Corona came in tonight." Sure enough it was here and I am now writing "Thoughts" with it. The flag of the Tribune still waves and no doubt subscriptions will pour in.
Don't tell me that dreams do not come true. Don't tell me that God does not answer prayers. I know they do come true and I know that He does reply. It was a gorgeous sunset I saw in my dreams, and it is a new model number four Corona that I am using. I looked in my dictionary for the meaning of Corona and found several, but one appears to fit the case. A Corona is a crown or garland bestowed among the Romans as a reward for distinguished service. That definition seems to fit the case. There be some who will agree with me. There be some who will not. Anyway, I have the Corona so I am able once more to think.
Last week I wrote about Bill and Emily Jane visiting us and with them a doctor, whose name I did not catch, and being very polite I neglected to ask, and so in reporting I simply wrote that he was a doctor. Now come this: "Just a line, sir, to thank you for them kind woids. I intended writing immediately after reading your article in last week's Tribune, but as usual, have put it off. I also want to thank both you and Mrs. Clapp for a most enjoyable visit. I shall make very effort to have Bill and Emily bring me to visit you again, but next time I sincerely hope my wife will have the pleasure of meeting you too." The letter was signed Dr. D. H. Heiman, so here I am advertising that Matagorda County has a new tooth yanker, but I still wonder whyinthehell doctors do not advertise. Come on down Doc and bring friend wife. Come Saturday and spend Sunday. Plenty of water, some juice of the grape, food and air. For rates ask Bill and Emily Jane.
Carl Boeker tripped to the valley last week and brought in eighty-four bushels of citrus fruit which sell for, Oh, say ninety cents per bush, so we are all juicing up this week. I am informed that burglars broke into the Boeker store the other night, but found prices so low they refused to steal. They left a note stating the reason and saying they would be in the next day and buy what they wanted.
Mr. Steves, former P. M. at Bay City, called the other day soliciting votes for the position of tax collector. He brought with him a man from Arkansaw who thinks of moving here and it was a real pleasure to show him around and tell him all about the pleasures to be had in life at Collegeport.
Tuesday, Rev. Paul Engle came and brought with him the Holy Eucharist. The first time in this Lenten season. He will visit us again before Easter for he never forgets to bring the communion to all church folk at least once every year, no matter where they located.
Thursday the King's Daughters met with Mrs. Rena Wright with the usual fine eats spread and labor. Frank King was the lucky one to be invited so he was well fed. It is natural that I feel a bit sore that I was not invited, but never mind girls, some day you will meet at Homecroft and then you will have to feed me. Lord hasten the day for I am getting tired of buckwheats. I crave noodles the Famous kind made by that great noodle maker Carrie Nelson.
If any of you meet the editor of the Tribune and desire to witness an explosion just say "taxes" and watch the effect. The face of ye editor will take on a pugnacious, hard boiled editorial expression, the eyes will glitter and apoplexy will threaten. When he writes on the subject he grabs a ferocious looking fountain pen, filled with sulphuric acid and writes hot stuff which leaves a streak of sizzling smoke across the copy. He is backed up by contributions from other writers, all hot stuff, but none of it reaches the fundamentals. I advise the editor and his contributors to read "Speaking of Taxes" by Clarence Budington Kelland which appeared in the March American.
Well, we are having another spell of weather, with rain a plenty and soon the dirt roads will be nice and slick. Thanks be to the Lord for the "nine foot sidewalk."
Two road cops visited this place the other day along about noon and found everything quiet. If they will return about mail hour, which is between five and six p. m., they will find violations a plenty and can pick up about a dozen or more autoes with no 1932 tax paid.
Saturday morning a telegram informed Mrs. Liggett that her sister, Anna, died early that morning at her home in Dallas. Accompanied by Mr. Liggett and Milford, she left the same morning for Dallas and will not return for several days. Many of our people will remember Anna Spence who married Irving Glasser. Two splendid young people who started their married life with bright prospects. Now both have passed over leaving a little son. Anna was a fine looking girl of high character and greatly loved by all who knew her. Irving Glasser died several years ago and his passing has been mourned by Anna ever since. She never fully became reconciled to the loss.
"The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time nor place, nor deep nor high, Can keep my own away from me." --John Burroughs.
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 23, 1932 |
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Editor.......................Frances L. Eisel School News We, the Girl Reserves, are looking forward with pleasure to the coming of Miss Carter, the district secretary of the Girl Reserves. We are planning an oyster supper in her honor, and we hope that the rain doesn't interfere with our plans. Wednesday night, Feb. 18, 1932, the high school boys gave the high school girls a surprise party at the community house. After an enjoyable evening playing games and races, orangeade and cake were served. Mr. and Mrs. Balusek, Miss Dorothy Franzen and Miss Beryl Bell were ideal chaperones. We hope they will honor us with their company again soon. We girls appreciate the thoughtfulness of the boys and of Coach Balusek. The state high school inspector, Miss Catham, visited our school Thursday, Feb. 18. We hope that she was pleased with our work.
George Washington In American History Athletic News County meet predictions. The rainy weather has been interfering with the boys athletic practices, but they will make up for it when old "sol" does make his appearance. The mile is as good as ours already and of course we're sure of several others, too.
Knocking! Local News Mr. T. P. White spent the week-end in Houston, caring for his farm. Mr. Louis Walter is able to sit up some after spending several weeks in bed. Arnold and Clifford Franzen spent the week-end at home. Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Wilson are visiting the latter's parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck. Reverend Van Dyke will meet with the young people Friday night at the community house for another song practice and social drink. Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Balusek spent the week-end in Victoria. Misses Beryl Bell and Marie Nestor spent the week-end in Wadsworth with Miss Bell's parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Bell. Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Liggett were called to Dallas Saturday because of the death of the latter's sister, Mrs. Irving Glasser. Mr. Gust Franzen, who has been on the sick list, is better, we are glad to report. It makes us happy to report that Mr. H. L. Eisel, who has been quite ill is rapidly improving. The Washington program, which was to be given Monday night, was postponed because of the rain.
Daily Tribune, February 24, 1932 |
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Editor - Frances L. Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances F. King First Reporter - Wade Blackwell Second Reporter - Tootsie Chiles Third Reporter - Beth Eisel
Wednesday, Feb. 24, 1932 the Girl Reserves gave an oyster fry at the community house from four to six in honor of Miss Charlie Mae Carter, district secretary of the Y. M. C. A.
We sang Girl Reserve songs, held our business meeting and then feasted on oysters. All went home with their appetites satisfied and with happy hearts.
Local.
Misses Bell, Williams, Franzen and Mrs. and Mrs. Balusek motored to Houston to see "Old Ironsides."
Dean Merck spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday of last week in Houston.
Mr. Van Dyke preached here last Sunday.
Many people attended the auction at Bay City Saturday.
A group of young people gathered at the community house Friday night for a singing social. All spent an enjoyable evening.
Misses Frances and Beth Eisel spent the week-end with Mildred McKissick.
The Washington program was held Thursday night. An interesting program was given by the women of the different organizations, presenting the fashion of long, long ago which was really clever. The Girl Reserves, dressed in their white dresses and blue ties, sang some of their songs, after Miss Bell, sponsor, had given a talk stating the purpose of the Girl Reserve organization.
The admission was 15 and 25 cents and cherry pie, sandwiches and coffee was served. Everyone thought the program was excellent and the refreshments delicious.
Jokes.
Miss Bell: "I take great pleasure in giving you ninety in English." C. W.: "Aw make it a hundred and enjoy yourself."
Bus Hunt: "And what are your grades?" Big Buddy King: "Submarine." Bus: "What do you mean?" Big Buddy: "Under C's."
Miss Dorothy: "Winston, why don't you know your history lesson today?" Winston: "Well, you said yesterday that history repeats itself and so I thought if that were true we would have the same lesson today."
Ten Years From Now.
"An old, old lady told me the other day that ten years from now
Big Buddy King is going to play opposite Clara Bow. Julian Jenkins is going to play with the New York Yankees. Ruth Boeker is going to start a dog kennel. Tootsie Chiles will be secretary to C. W. Boeker, Inc. Winston McKissick will be head coach at De Moss. Pat Jenkins will be first tenor in the great Collegeport quartet. Frances Eisel will be head of the R. K. Thompson Co. Clarence Prunty is to chop wood for a toothpick factory. Frances King bending safety pins in a pin factory. And Beth Eisel will be training for a jockey.
Did You Know?
C. W. has fallen so hard for a certain girl that he has fallen arches. We notice Bus Hunt limping, too. Tsk! Tsk! These high school girls!
The Daily Tribune, March 2, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
When the drum beats or the bugle sounds its blast, it is daybreak and it gives notice to the soldiers that it is time to rise. It is notice to sentinels to forbear the challenge.
"For at dawn to assail ye Here no bugles sound reveille." --Sir W. Scott.
Tuesday the bugle sounded the reveille to Collegeport. It was the call to arise and be ready for action. January 29 I received a letter from the Texas Gulf Coast Company, a St. Louis and Galesburg concern, informing me that it had taken over the Collegeport townsite and giving me details of the plans for development. The letter urged that I treat the communication with strict confidence until they released me. This I have done, but Tuesday I received a wire as follows" "This will authorize you to announce the plans outlined in our recent letter at your annual banquet. The heartiest co-operation of every citizen and everyone interested in the growth and development of Collegeport is desired, in a cleaning up campaign to make Collegeport attractive to the many prospective purchasers that will be arriving there in the near future." The plans include the extension of the present cement road to the bay shore, the grading of other roads, the general cleaning up of the town and the building of a one hundred room hotel and sanitarium on the bay shore where the old hotel was located. The Missouri Pacific has been interested in the plans and are giving it strong moral support and it is indicated that financial support will also be given at the proper time. Something like one hundred doctors have been interested in the establishment of the sanitarium. These medical men have examined into the situation of Collegeport as a health location, have analyzed the water of the well and of the bay and their verdict is that the place presents a desirable situation for the establishment of a sanitarium for those suffering from high blood pressure, nervous and kidney diseases, certain diseases of the bladder and for rheumatism. These doctors are so well satisfied, that they are ready and willing to not only invest their money, but their time and talents. Along with this will be the carrying on of a well planned campaign for the sale of land and the inducement of people to come here and make this their home. It is also their purpose to develop the fish, oyster and shrimp business.
Every lot, block and street will be cleaned, ditches opened up and some streets shelled. The men back of this organization are determined to bring about accomplishment and are in a position to do what they propose. They ask of us our hearty moral support. We have nothing to lose by giving it and we have much to gain. Reveille has sounded, and it is up to every citizen of the place to arise and respond to the summons. Wrap up the little hammer that in the past has been used so vigorously. Wrap it up and deposit it in a museum for antiquities. A hammer for knocking is not desired, but a hammer for driving nails in new buildings is a necessity and the only one we want. I have lived here twenty-four years and have seen them come and go. I have witnessed many attempts to build a town. Much money has been spent in these efforts. I am glad to write that I have always supported such efforts and I shall continue to do so. Let us be ready to give hearty welcome to every person who may be induced to visit the town and show by our hospitality that we are the kind of people they might wish to live with. Doctor Van Wormer wires "Boren and Sargent working hard getting details in condition for big campaign. Want the co-operation of every citizen there, in helping to clean up the townsite and make it attractive to people coming soon." All right fellows, I have here told all I know about the plans. Will we meet the new comers with a slap in the face? Will we meet them with a hearty greeting of welcome and do what we can to make their visit one of interest and profit and encourage them to build a home and become one of us? Take your choice.
The Texas Gulf Coast Company is officered by J. E. Crossman, Floyd W. Sargent and Chester A. Boren. They have offices in St. Louis, Mo., and Galesburg, Ill. These men will be here in a short time to look things over and meet our folk. Let us be ready for them. Reveille has blown the bugle blast.
Us Homecrofters are sad this day. Peter died Tuesday night. Some of you will remember about Peter for I told about him in this column several months ago. Peter was a Black Jersey Giant Rooster. A very intelligent bird and my daily pal. He knew his name and on hearing my call would come as fast as legs and wings could bring him. He always followed me to the barn morning and night and standing under the cows as I milked, would keep up a continual chatter about my methods. He would daintily pick from my lips, a morsel of food and if I held it five feet from the ground he would jump that distance and grab it from my fingers. He talked my language and I talked his and we had many happy times together. Bill Hurd knew Peter well. Only last week, S. W. Corse made him a visit and watched me put Peter through his stunts. Sunday night he staggered with me for the milking and that was his last trip. Monday he failed to answer my call and Tuesday night he died. Doc Mowery said he had sour crop and maybe he did, but he sure had one sweet heart. We miss Peter and his heavy clump, clump, as he galloped on the gallery floor. I feel sure that Peter is in a high place in Rooster Heaven.
Arnold and Clifford Franzen drove down Saturday night and spent Sunday with their parents. Two splendid young Americans.
Bill Hurd comes out in full cowboy regalia and it is a becoming costume for him. I am glad that he does not carry a gun.
"Old Ironsides" is visiting Texas ports this week and the feet of many school children will tread her historic decks. To me it is a sad thing to think that we have no sailors able to man this ship and sail her from port to port. Instead she is dragged at the end of a long tow rope. It is humiliating to a ship that has sailed for a hundred years and visited every port in the world. And now today when she makes this peaceful voyage, we confess that nowhere in America may we find sailors who know how to man her yards or furl her sails.
Mr. W. H. Boeker is well sold on this country as a place for homes on the land and he is interesting himself to acquaint people in Illinois with the facts and hopes to move at least fifty families to the "Magic Bottle."
Ben R. Mowery has his private oyster farm in the bay in front of his home. Last fall he brought, from oyster lake, about fifteen sacks of bivalves and deposited them in the waters of the bay. Since that time when he craves oysters, he goes out and brings them in. Wish I had a private noodle farm.
Wednesday night the Girl's Reserve served an oyster supper in honor of Miss Carter of the Houston Y. M. C. A. Oysters plucked from the bay by the boy friends and cooked by Mamie and some other preserves. Mamie Franzen gave me an invitation, but the Miserable Wretch refused permission. No doubt she is jealous because I am so popular. Just like a woman.
Mrs. Tom Ewing brought her husband down to the Washington Birthday pageant Thursday night. For the benefit of those who do now know, I will state that Mrs. Ewing aspires to move into the palatial sheriff quarters in the new jail and is encouraging Tom to offer for the sheriff job. It appears that between them they have sewed up this box. The women say they will vote for Tom because he is so handsome and the men fall for Mrs. Ewing because as one man said, "she is sure one sweet little woman." This is a combination hard to beat. I advise Harris Milner to secure a sweet little woman and bring her down to our next fiesta. Tom promised that when I am a prisoner I could occupy the guard's room which is provided with all conveniences. I am sure it would be a delightful place in which to write "Thoughts." The Miserable Wretch says "you ought to be in jail for writing some of your slime."
For twenty-three years this community, under the leadership of the Woman's Union, has celebrated the birth of George Washington with a community banquet. This year, because of the weather and road conditions, the event was postponed until Thursday night and instead of a banquet, a program was arranged under the direction of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd. The principal number was a pageant "Women of the Ages." Then followed a number by the Girl's Reserve which was a delight as voices sang true and blended in melody. A flag drill by the little girls followed and was executed with remarkable precision. Space forbids mention of all those who took part in the pageant for more than twenty-five were on the stage, but I cannot forbear mentioning the star of the evening, Mrs. Helen Holsworth who took the part of the grande dame in the Colonial scene. She was beautiful and acted as though born to the state. Carrie Nelson knows how to make those Famous Noodles, but I bet she does not realize that she is also a famous comediene in her character of the Negro mammy collaborating with Mrs. Holsworth. Mrs. Rena Wright as the Merry Widow, almost stopped the show with her comedy antics. Dorothy Crane Corporon is a mighty fine white girl, but she sure makes an attractive Indian maiden and most of the boys present wanted to join her tribe. Mrs. Emmitt Chiles heavily wrapped in furs leading a little child with bare legs illustrated the modern mother, Mrs. George Washington. Mrs. Abraham Lincoln and Mrs. Andrew Johnson were present, dressed in the costume of the period. All gowns and hats were correctly tailored for the period and were made from crepe paper which from the auditorium looked exactly like rich satin and silk. The audience remaining in their seats the girl reserves served a chocolate supper consisting of ham sandwiches, cherry pie and coffee.
Mrs. Hurd arranged and directed the pageant and Mrs. Clapp provided the music for the first part and Mrs. Dorothy Crane for the Reserve songs and the flag drill. I bet George Washington is well pleased.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 3, 1932 |
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Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp has been appointed again as chairman of the better homes committee for Collegeport. This is the eleventh nation-wide campaign of better homes in America an educational organization established for public service in the interest of home improvement. President Hoover is honorary chairman of the organization and Secretary Wilbur is president. The headquarters office is in Washington, D. C., with Dr. James Ford in charge as executive director. The better homes campaign is designed to stimulate the improvement of housing conditions and bring about a more wholesome type of home and family life. The programs carried out by local committees are determined by the needs and conditions in the community. Features include lectures and discussions, exhibits, contests and where possible the demonstration of one or more new or remodeled houses to show how the better types of homes can be provided for families of modest incomes at a cost within their reach. Care and repair programs as a means of relieving unemployment during the winter are being emphasized again this year. These programs culminate in better homes week which in 1932 will be from April 24 to May 1. The findings of the president’s conference on home building and home ownership, which took place in the first week of December, are giving added stimulus to the better homes campaign this year. The studies of the various conference committees include such subjects as the design or homes, home construction, financing of homes, household management, homemaking, landscape planning and planting for the home, the elimination of slums and blighted areas, farm and village housing, home information centers, home furnishing and decoration, and standards and objectives. More than eight thousand communities took part in the 1931 campaign and better homes in America is looking forward to even greater co-operation in the coming year.
Matagorda County Tribune, March 5, 1932 |
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Editor - Frances L. Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances B. King Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Totsie Chiles, Beth Eisel
School News.
The Girl Reserves have been cordially invited to attend the meeting of the Woman's Club which is to be held Thursday, March 17, at the "Homecroft." We girls are anxious for Thursday to make its appearance.
My! How glad all of us will be when county meet is over. Perhaps then, we shall be able to breathe more freely.
Sportsmanship.
Sportsmanship has many lines to it. There is the sportsmanship on the playground, sportsmanship on the baseball and football teams, and sportsmanship in everyday life.
True sportsmanship is going into a game, playing fair and hard all through the game, and coming out winner of loser at the end of the game with the same spirit of good feeling toward your opponent that you went in with. This is true in the games of life as well as the games at school or on the court or field.
"It is better to be fair than to be king." It is better to be a poverty stark beggar with no wealth but honesty and courage than to be a millionaire who has gained his wealth by dishonest means.
My ideal of sportsmanship is a man who can take a defeat with a smile; a man who can lose and come out and shake hands with his conqueror, a man who doesn't resort to cheating, even when his opponent is hitting below the belt with foul blows.--Raymond Hunt, English III.
Athletic News.
In the invitation meet held here last Friday on Van Wormer Field, Pat Perkins took first place in running high jump, Big Buddy King placed second, Buss Hunt took third place.
Hammanek from Blessing took first place in running broad jump, Noel Adams took second, Pat Jenkins came third. Big Buddy King dashed away with the honors for the 100 yard dash. Pat Jenkins came next with Zemanek placed third. On the 220-yard dash, Big Buddy came first, followed by Zemanek and McKissick. Adams "brought home the bacon" in the 440 dash. Pat Jenkins came second and Zemanek third. Bus Hunt took the 880 run. Logan took second and C. W. Boeker placed third.
Noel Adams took first place in the mile race. First place in shot put was taken by Zemanek, Pat Jenkins took second and Bus Hunt got third place.
Pat Jenkins was first man. He won one first place, three seconds and a third place. Adams came second with two firsts, one second and one third place, closely followed by Big Buddy King with two first places and one second.
R. K. Thompson was "the boy" for the grades taking first place in everything.
O. K.! Boys just do that well in the finals.
Some of the girls have been running around with a racquet in one hand and either a spelling list or an indoor baseball the other. Hope none of them get absent-minded, but just wait until finals, kids.
The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, March 9, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
So they said, and I believed it--broke my land and sowed my crop-- Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rank interminable changes On one everlasting Whisper, day and night repeated--so: "Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!"
Well I know who'll take the credit--all the clever chaps that followed-- Came, a dozen men together--never knew my desert fears; Tracked me by the camps I'd quitted, used the water holes I'd hollowed. They'll go back and do the talking. They'll be called pioneers!
Yes, your "Never-never country"--yes your "edge of cultivation" And "no sense in going further"--'till I crossed the range to see. God forgive me! No. I didn't. It's God's present to our nation. Anybody might have found it but--His Whisper came to me. --Kipling's Five Nations.
Kipling's poem of the trail for the promised land and is but the tale of many who have followed the long and rocky trail after heart's desire. I have followed it from my native state of Michigan through Cripple Creek to Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Lower California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Chihuahua, Durango and back tracked to Chicago and at Collegeport the trail ended and I found what I had been unconsciously looking for. Gold? The gold that is never coined into cash and used for trade. The gold of a peaceful life. The Miserable Wretch, to escape her misery, has journeyed the seven seas and pressed her foot into the soil of the five continents and at last her trail ended at Collegeport and she too, found gold. The gold of health and happiness. Others came from most of the northern states and they who stayed found gold. The same gold we found. The gold of a peaceful, contented life, a life that is easier and gratification largely because of soil and climate conditions. Now there opens to our view another trek, sponsored by some men of vision. They too, will come and many of them will also find that here is to be found desconso or heart's desire. It is up to us to bid them a warm welcome, to make their visit one of profit and pleasure and to do all in our power to show them the beauties of our situation and its desirability as a place for an agreeable, cosey, convenient and profitable home life.
It appears to me that us Homecrofters are well able to judge of this, for our travels have taken us to many lands and across many seas and it is our belief after casting up the debits and credits of these hikes that here in Collegeport one may easily find the consummate, transcendent and incomparable joys that God has spread before his people. Pure, wholesome, soft artesian water, soft breezes, a soil as rich as the richest, a climate better than the best, which affords us the privilege of growing crops ten months out of the year. To this is added fine improved highways stretching to all portions of the nation, railway, express mail, telegraph, telephone facilities. A federated church, a free public library, a consolidated high school. Stores that sell at low prices with goods of standard worth and quality. A beautiful bay from which our people may take as they will sea food fit for any epicure.
"And no sense in going further It's God's present to our nation Anybody might have found it but-- His whisper came to me."
I have read the list of delinquent taxes published in last week's Tribune and find my name there for the sum of $84.35 and take this means to inform the collector and commissioners' court, that I am not delinquent one penny and have receipts in full to date. When I read over the long lists and sums owing by the wealthy folk and the large estates, it appears to me that the county would be quite easy financially, if such sums were collected. This could be done if the proper officials were possessed with a good set of guts. They are quick to jump onto some small farmer, living on a twenty-acre farm. That's fruit for the officer and he delights in sending the sheriff out with bundles of citations for the cute little fish, but does he attempt to catch the big fish? Not as any person has ever noticed. They simply have not the guts. The Bible says "Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal." God knows that some taxes are in the eternal class.
After making a careful survey of this precinct I feel sure that Ruby Hawkins, Judge McNabb, Thos. H. Lewis, Oscar Barber, and A. D. Hensley, will carry this box. Writing this makes me wonder if they are taking any oysters out of Matagorda Bay.
Mr. J. S. Conover, working on one of Hugo Kundinger's several Bayshore rent houses, fell from the scaffold and received injuries which required that he be taken to the Bay City hospital. Four stitches were taken in the left ear, a like number over the eye and it was found that the shoulder was dislocated and the arm bone broken close to the shoulder. He was brought home Friday and is now resting easy.
About one hundred and thirty miles east of Chicago on the old Chicago-Detroit stage road, is Sturgis, Mich., where I was at one time a resident and cashier of the Citizens State Bank. One of the Tribune readers passed through the town the other day and remembering that I used to live there sent me this thoughtful and dainty message. Such delicate compliments are as a rule not expressed by men so I appreciate it all the more.
"February 29, 1932, 4 p. m.
Dear Mr. Clapp:
My admiration for you prompted me to pay my respects to your old home town. No evidence of depression here." With it was a set of photographs of the principal buildings, streets, corners, golf course, hospital, etc. The message goes into my chest of sweet memories and from time to time I shall take it out and breathe again its fragrance. Gosh, but isn't God good to give us such wonderful friends?"
The Woman's Union were entertained Thursday by Mrs. John Carrick. About eighteen were present. Mrs. Carrick as hostess served delicious refreshments and a delightful time is reported.
The Story of My Life by Helen Keller is worthwhile reading as I can testify this week. It is a wonderful work that Miss Sullivan has given her life to. Helen Keller, blind, deaf, dumb at the age of eight, was ahead of most normal children and today is one of the world's educated women. She tells of a girl who was not only blind, deaf and dumb, but had lost all senses of taste and of smell. In spite of this she was taught to speak and could communicate freely.
Friday, I enjoyed a pleasant visit from Mr. G. A. Salsbury. He did not visit me for the purpose of buying eggs or milk, but is possessed with the idea that he would make a first class commissioner and I believe he would, but the plain truth is, a frog can't jump into two ponds at the same time. If George Harrison does not come over here mighty soon, I may play in some other pond.
Friday evening, Mrs. Frank Ramsey returned to her Collegeport home and at one o'clock in the morning of the next day, came the worst norther of the season. The wind blew a gale that caused some of the two story houses to tremble in the blast and with it rain. Saturday forenoon the weather cleared, but the north wind still blew. Sunday morning at 6:30 the mercury registered 32, the lowest point for the winter. I do not charge that Mrs. Ramsey brought this norther with her, but it sure chased her into town.
Saturday night a wire informed us that Mrs. C. C. Hermann, Anna Van Ness, is the mother of a baby girl. This makes three beautiful girls that have come to Anna and she is one splendid mother. Mr. Hermann is treasurer of the Southwest Utilities Company which controls The Central Power and Light Company.
I trust that no one will repeat this for it is a secret, but will only state that soon as school closes "wedding bells" will ring.
"Hear the mellow wedding bells--Golden Bells! What a wealth of happiness their harmony foretells. Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight!"
Well whether the above named persons take the jump or not, it makes no difference to us for with great delight we saw an auto roll in Sunday and there we found Mr. and Mrs. Highley. Jeanette looks splendid to me and I am happy because she is my kin. Well we had a fine visit and a promise to come again. Hardly had they left before the Eisel family rolled in and that means principally Frances and Elizabeth for they are the honey-buns. Before they left I got them to promise me a big bag of spinach so you girls better look out for my improved complexion.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 10, 1932 |
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Editor - Frances L. Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances B. King Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Tootsie Chiles and Beth Eisel.
We certainly are happy to see the sun shining again! We enjoyed playing in the snow, but we just have to have sunny weather to continue our practicing for the county meet--and that we must do!
Several of our pupils were absent from school Thursday, Friday and Monday due to colds and flu. Playing in the snow is a rare event in Collegeport, so we contribute to the cause of their illness partially due to that. We hope to see their smiling faces very soon.
Friday Mrs. Claire F. Pollard and Mr. Clark, the state aid inspector, visited our school. We always are happy to have Mrs. Pollard visit us and we hope that Mr. Clark will not wait so long to visit us as he has done before.
The Girl Reserves were honored with an invitation to attend the meeting of the Woman's Club which met at "Homecroft." Miss Carter, the district secretary of Y. M. C. A., was there and interested the entire club with such an account of the Girl Reserves organization as we had not heard before. We enjoyed the program immensely, but most of all we enjoyed the delicious refreshments which Mesdames Clapp and Emmitt Chiles served.
Physical Education Should Be Compulsory in High
School When physical education is taught in high school the more interesting sports, such as baseball and basketball take the pupils mind from his studies, when he should be home or in the school room studying, he is often on the playground practicing his favorite sport, in order to be able to excel some of his fellow students in the next day's physical education period or at county meet. Often it causes jealousy among the students who wish to become better than any one else. In too many cases, the pupil expects the teacher to give him an underserved grade so he can play in the tournament or at county meet.
I think physical education should be taught in high school for the purpose of developing the body and also the mind. It teaches the pupil to be active and alert. It causes more school spirit, and at match games and county meets it makes the pupil feel as if he should be loyal to his school above all things. The value of sportsmanship is also brought out as an essential part of life.
Fun Section.
To make Hutchins swift. To make C. W. think. To make Frances King blush. To make Winston study. To make Frances Eisel smile. To make Miss Bell give longer lessons. To make Miss Dorothy a brunette. To make Beth Eisel red haired.
Miss Dorothy: When was the revival of learning? Pat Jenkins: Just before exams.
C. W.: I want a tooth out but don't bother with the gas, because I'm in a hurry. Dentist: My, you're a very brave lad, indeed! Which tooth? C. W.: Show the man your tooth, Kent.
Why Most Teachers Go Crazy
May I borrow a pen? What page please? I didn't understand the question. May I borrow some paper? I left my book in the study hall. Oh! I studied the wrong lesson. I left my exercise at home.
Local News. Monday night, March 7, Miss Dorothy Franzen, Louise Walter and Mamie Franzen were the representatives of Collegeport at county Christian Endeavor in Bay City.
Reverend Van Dyke has a touch of the flu.
The County Christian Endeavor Union. Louise Walter, Mamie and Dorothy Franzen attended the Christian Endeavor meeting in Bay City, Monday night, March 7. Mrs. Thos. H. Lewis and the Bay City Endeavors entertained the delegates with a Mexican supper. After the fellowship hour, plans were made to organize a county Christian Endeavor Union. Howard Morris Lovett, general C. E. secretary and the following district officers were present: George Schuler, president; Madeline Simons, vice president and Ruby Allen, secretary; to explain the value that this union might be to our county. It will certainly bring the young folks together. So come on folks, we need your support. Let's make this organization grow with your hearty co-operation.
Reverend Gillespie our pastor-counselor of Palacios has cordially united the Endeavorers to hold their regular monthly meeting in Palacios Monday night, April 4. Be there to help the officers, Louise Walter, president; Marion Nestor, vice president; Dorothy Franzen, secretary and Wilmoth McMahon, treasurer; carry on the work with that good C. E. spirit.
The Matagorda County Tribune, March 15, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
At the annual Washington birthday program, a statement was made about the plans of the Texas Gulf Coast company for the development of Collegeport and in less than ten minutes, a man was heard to say "just another lot of hot air that will amount to nothing." I wondered what about this air, be it hot or cold and have looked up the subject a bit.
What is the use of speaking of the worthy ambitions that certain men have planned for this community, to use the term hot air this week for we have had enough of the cold variety. So whether these men are dealing out hot air or cold air, or air devoid of vapor, let us welcome any variety of air and give it to its proper use, which is publicity, intelligence, information, vent. We have nothing to lose, but much to gain by grasping every thread that floats our way and use it as the pigmys did when they bound Gulliver with tiny threads until he was powerless. In this way we can turn hot air or cold air, to our material advantage and do our part in helping to make this town more desirable. Use the hot air, the cold air and the hammer for constructive purposes instead of the opposite. These men are coming here and no doubt they will bring loads of hot air, but it will be the hot air that will build up and not tear down. It will be the hot air that will benefit every man, woman and child in the community and add to the value of our property. It will be the hot air that will induce others to settle with us.
...these last ten days, for the breath of old Boreas asa blown cold air over the sunny South until us poor mortals are shrunk into mere bits. For ten days, the winter blasts have blown over this fair land with a temperature rarely above freezing and at times touching the 26 mark. Friday came snow and ice. Snow two inches deep covered the roofs, galleries, fields. The kids had a fine time snow balling, washing faces, but it sure was one helluva time for dewberries, vegetables, crops, cattle and us humans.
Saturday the weather cleared, the sun came out and as weather prophet Mowery says, came a rising temperature, but so slow as to bring little relish. March 2, the miserable wretch said "spring is here, take down the stove." Down came the stove, but in five days the same MW said "better put up the stove." It went up, but you all know how a man enjoys taking down and putting up a stove.
Thursday the Woman's Club met at Homecroft with Mesdames Chiles and Clapp as hostesses and in spite of the strong north gale, thirty-five people were present. Considerable business was handled and refreshments of cheese sandwiches, layer cake and coffee were served. Mrs. Della Braden, Miss Lucy Braden and Paul Braden drove from Blessing much to our delight. Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. was present to meet with the Girl Reserve Council and gave some very useful information about that work. After school, Miss Bell, leader of the Reserves, marched in with six of the preserves all dressed in their uniforms.
A gladsome sight, Saturday, Mrs. Richard Corporon attended the county federation as the local delegate and reported a splendid meeting.
One night last week, as T. P. White, superintendent of schools, was returning from Bay City, his auto caught fire and was totally destroyed much to his disgust as T. P. simply adored his auto. He is thankful that he has two well shaped legs with which he is able to toddle about until he buys a new car.
Several weeks ago I sent my private smuggler to St. John's New Brunswick with instructions to send me some more John Cotton and English cigs but as have heard nothing from him, feel sure that he either froze to death or is under arrest. Reward will be paid for information leading to his location.
Monday, Vernon King Hurd and Mrs. Hurd with my pardner, Bill Hurd, moved on the Moffitt farm north of Palacios. Their newly purchased cow dropped a heifer calf the next day after the purchase, so good luck has already given them a big boost and we hope Lady Luck will continue to play with these estimable young people. Several have asked me to disclose the identity of the contracting parties for the June wedding, but it is not my business to divulge information regarding this mysterious secret. Watch the columns of the Tribune for complete exposure.
From all reports Mrs. Watson Barker (Ruth Mowery) will soon wear a crown as Oklahoma's Chicken Queen for she is already handling about four hundred chicks and has an ambition for about four thousand. All hail to the queen.
Every day I look for Charlie Langham to drive in all dolled up in his glad clothes. He must remember that I control two votes. If he sees Judge McNabb, hope he asks him if they are still taking oysters from Matagorda Bay.
The Matagorda County Tribune, March 17, 1932
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The following were absent from school on account of sickness: Frances Eisel, Rosalie Nelson, Fawn Adams, Wade Blackwell and Beth Eisel.
Beth Eisel, Tootsie Chiles and Arthur Liggett went to Bay City last Friday to play tennis at the junior tournament.
Frances Eisel, Frances King, Winston McKissick and Hutchins King went to Gulf to play the senior tennis tournament.
Bay View high senior girls doubles matched Palacios in which match they lost two to one.
(To be continued next week.)
Local News.
Brother Wiley held services at the Collegeport community house Sunday morning and evening. He will hold a series of revival meetings this week beginning tonight and lasting until next Monday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Moore of Bay City were visitors in the Wright home.
Miss Beryl Bell visited her parents in Wadsworth over the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Petty and twin boys are visiting with Mrs. Petty's sister, Mrs. F. A. King.
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Adams visited Mrs. Adams' mother in Louise, Texas, Sunday, March 20.
Miracles.
Gertrude Hunt without rouge on. Beth Eisel with her hair down. Miss Bell in pajamas. Buss Hunt not laughing. Big Buddy not quiet. Miss Dorothy without Dean Merck. Winston McKissick without a tennis racquet. Wade Blackwell bringing up his English lesson. Ruth Boeker without Henry Legg. R. K. Thompson without a hat. T. P. White without a "cig." Tootsie Chiles wearing hose. Frances King with her hair combed. Miss Nestor with short hair. C. W. not begging. Coach Balusek with hair on the top of his head. Miss Vera Williams not playing "Goodnight Sweetheart," before going to bed. Rosalie Nelson failing to bring up her lessons.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 24, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
For the past week I have been enjoying a saturnalian debauch with a severe attack of flu. I have had the satisfaction of experiencing luxuriant fever, profuse perspiration, super-abundant chills, until at this writing, the Sunday before Easter, I am resting easy and completely satiated, glutted and gorged and no longer wondering what is meant by flu. The beast, like all lobos, waited for me and catching me exposed, grabbed for a throat-hold, which he obtained and soon I was helpless in the struggle which he gave me.
Sore throat, heavy chill, fever, bonebreak, aches, pains in legs and arms, sleepless nights. Impossible to think, much less tap thoughts out on the Corona keyboard, so simply waited for the end and caring little what end.
The Miserable Wretch stood by night and day. A wonderful wretch, a loyal, loving, tender wretch. What a gift! Priceless!
Thursday, She who makes those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, sent me a bowl of delicious chicken noodle broth and believe it or not, inside of fifteen minutes after first application (internal, of course) my fever broke and was normal for the first time. Along came pink angel food from Mrs. Liggett and white angel food from Mrs. Wright and Saturday came Mrs. George Harrison with some oysters and two quarts of big strawberries. Of course, I had to go slow on all these good things but the fact that folks thought of me helped for that is after all the big thing in life.
I am not able to write much stuff or rubbish this day for I find that a few minutes at the machine and I am soon bathed in sweat, just because of weakness.
When I was a boy, I would be the possessor of a pint of Rye whiskey, liberally charged with tolu and the bottle filled with rock candy. What a grand old remedy. And now the only way one may obtain such a remedy is by prescription.
O, well, what care I so long as the noodle broth holds out.
The King's Daughters met Thursday with Mrs. Helen Holsworth and it being the birthday of Carrie Nelson, the daughters came luggin' along many fine gifts for that popular young woman. The table as usual was well filled with toothsome delights.
Guess Judge McNabb will wake up now and chase around a visitin' his friends. He no longer is able to sit idly with security for he has an opponent. I still think that Oscar, Tom and Ruby are safe in this box, but it looks as though Albert Wadsworth will simply break things open down here. Albert is popular, has many friends, the sort who tick, so it is very possible that he will carry this box.
I am getting only a few sparks from the healthy side of my brain and the diseased lobe is just a bit of flooey so this is all for yours truly.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 24, 1932
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We are certainly proud to report all of the places that we won in the county meet Friday and Saturday. We are so happy to have had such efficient coaches to train us.
We won the following: First place mile race, Noel Adams First place senior baseball throw for accuracy, Frances Eisel First place junior baseball throw for accuracy, Tootsie Chiles Second place 880-yard dash, Buss Hunt Second place extemporaneous speaking, Frances Eisel First place senior declamation, Frances Eisel Third place junior girls 30-yard dash, Beth Eisel Second place junior spelling, Roberta Liggett and George Alice Jones Fourth place essay writing, Frances Eisel Second place volley ball, high school girls
Political Rally and Oyster Supper Friday night, April 1, 1932 at 8:00 o'clock in the Community House our school will sponsor an oyster supper to raise funds to carry on our work. The various candidates will be there to present their platforms. Let's every one come out and meet these people and to eat plenty of oysters, any style.
Local News. Arnold Franzen spent Easter with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. Franzen.
Sybil and Blanche Adams spent the week-end with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Adams.
Mr. and Mrs. Jack Martin and sons of Houston spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Merck.
Mr. E. Longuett and Mr. E. I. Chiles motored to Victoria Sunday on business.
Mr. and Mrs. Arlie Brown moved into the Chapin house last week.
Mary Sliva and her sister from Houston visited here over the weekend.
Fun Section.
Old Lady: "If you really want work, Farmer Gray wants a right-hand man." Wanderer: "Jus' my luck, lady, I'm left-handed."
The Future.
A fortune teller told me the other day that Beth Eisel was to become a toe dancer for the Texas State Theatre in Houston. Noel Adams was to be a preacher at the Baptist Church in Bay City. Miss Bell will be the fastest runner in North America. Frances Eisel will be writing things in the Houston Post about oil fields. Mr. White will be in a circus as the smallest man on earth. Frances Chiles will be falling head over heels in love with a red-haired boy. Miss Williams will be teaching singing in New York. Big Buddy will be prize fighter of the world. Guy Real will turn into a blonde. Rosalie Nelson trying to find a brunette in Bay City to introduce to Tootsie Chiles and Beth Eisel. Gertrude Hunt waiting for a brunette to quit working.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 31, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
"My observation, which very seldom lies."--Shakespeare.
Observing tells me many things, for instance I find that Protestants are crazy about having a sunrise service Easter morn. This is a good thing, for means that at least once each year many of them will see the sunrise. Followers of the Catholic faith are out every Sunday morn for the service of their church.
Reading the report of the meetings of the Taxpayers Association recently printed in the Tribune, and then reading the delinquent tax list leads me to observe that if some of the members of the association would pay their delinquent taxes, the finances of the county would ease up quite a bit. Of course, I know it would be a crime to issue citations on these boys even if the proper officer would.
Mrs. Roy Nelson brings me a paper printed in Kindersley, Saskatchewan, Canada, which gives an account of the death of Mrs. Chas. Judin. The Judins built the house north of the Holsworth home and lived there several years. Mrs. Judin was a very fine woman, who enjoyed the love and respect of those who knew her and all the early settlers will learn with regret of her passing. Carl Judin lives in Hartford, Conn., while Frank lives on the farm near Kindersley. Mrs. Judin was 55 years of age and died in the local hospital following an operation. The funeral services were held in St. Paul's United Church and interment in the Kindersley cemetery.
I observe that March 15 there came to the home of Mr. and Mrs. John T. Williams, a daughter named Margaret Theresa Williams. She weighed 8 1/2 pounds on arrival but has picked up quite a bit on her milk diet and planes to become a permanent resident.
While I was sick last week, Mary Ellen Foster called on me much to my delight. Bright eyes was the only girl friend who thought of me.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, accompanied by Eleanor McFarland, were here on Monday, the former making plans for another extension study service for the coming summer. The members of the last class are urging that Mrs. Martyn continue the instruction.
The presence of Bright Eyes insures pleasant service. Better try the service even if you don't need sugar.
Tuesday Rev. Paul Engle brought the Holy Eucharist to us Homecrofters for the second time during Lent. Every communicant in the county is given this opportunity during the Lenten season. The last week of Lent he conducts twenty-four services of the church.
Tuesday I was able to be up and around the house and every thing began to look Jake, when Wednesday morning, Friend wife came down with the flu, so I had to become nurse, cook, milkman and general factotum. At this writing, she, meaning the Miserable Wretch, is better much to my gratification.
The wheels sure go around the wrong way when she is in the back shop. We have enjoyed ten days with the flu and are now quite satisfied, surfeited, cloyed and Old Man Flu has sure lost his flavor with this household. While I was so ill with the flu, many thoughts came to me and one thought seeped into my brain and this is what came out:
"I know not when my ship will leave her dock, And stand out to sea. I know not if it will strike on sand bar or rock, I only hope this will come to me. A rift in the black midnight clouds, A star flashing in my eye, So that when she spreads her sailing shrouds, I'll have a light to steer her by." --Fragments From Hack.
A man thinks funny thoughts when he feels the end might be near.
Sunday came our fine old time tried Friends, Judge and Mrs. Holman, with their fine son, Berkley, whom we had not seen for years. They were accompanied by Miss Landrum, one of Bay City's teachers. This all gave us a happy day and what more do we desire?
One day came Charles Langham looking like the fine southern gentleman he is. Charles is very fond of flowers and this trip he brought with him a fragrant, flowering Rose. The rose was the deciding factor and so we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, will no doubt cast our two votes for the man who has so faithfully guarded the county treasury for several years. No use teaching some new dog old tricks.
Saturday, our old friend, Albert Wadsworth, drove in and announced that he was filled with an inspiration, wish, desire, or in plain words with ambition to become the county judge. A worthy ambition and we have no doubt that Albert would fill the position with dignity. A fine, clean, wholesome young man is Albert Wadsworth. I heard some women talking about him and one said, "I intend to vote for Mr. Wadsworth because he is so handsome." One time when looks appear to count. This puts him in the same class with Tom Ewing.
I am informed that about seven hundred folk tramped
in autos to Palacios Friday to attend the county meet. Collegeport was
there a plenty as witness the following: Frances Eisel second in extemporaneous speaking. Frances Eisel first in baseball accuracy throwing. Frances Eisel fourth in essay. Collegeport team second in volleyball. Elizabeth Chiles first in junior accuracy ball throwing. Noel Adams first in mile run.
Raymond Hunt second in eighty-yard [880] dash. Of course all this fits us with pride and much of the credit can be given to the fact that in Van Wormer Field, we have athletic equipment that has made practical training possible. Our school for the first time has a first class coach. Watch Bay View High next year.
Some weeks ago, Bill Hurd and I organized a club the purpose of which was to fight against a determined scheme of certain people to compel us to take unnecessary baths. Saturday night we had a conference and decided that the weather was not propitious, favorable, friendly, for our regular Easter bath and so we will postpone the event until the water in the bay warms up. In this connection I observe that we have a candidate for membership in the person of Harry Lewis Eisel, Junior. He informs me that he is not in sympathy with his mother's idea of frequent bathing. Guess we will vote him in. We have chosen for our coat of arms a cake of soap rampant, with a bath tub guardant and a bath towel recumbent. Once in a while a bath is a good thing but this daily baptism is just too much for our club. Yeah!
I have a fine bed of mint and two or three times in a while some one asks for some mint. Now mint is just fine in a julip. It is a legitimate drink and so I wonder why Burton Hurd asks for mint just because he has a leg o' lam' for Easter dinner. Maybe any excuse is better than none, but I sure would enjoy sitting on the Hurd gallery and while listening to the sobbing surf, quietly absorb a mint julip.
Came one day Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, and Mrs. George Harrison with oysters et cetera, which were quickly prepared and consumed with much delight. These two health emissaries sure know how to bring proper treatment to the sick.
Every holiday or anniversary Mary Louise sends us a box filled with things to eat, or wear, or read, and Easter even came the box filled with her heart's love. Among the things we found a beautiful, little box all fixed up with tissue and lace and pink cotton and nestling therein, eight rabbit eggs of different colors. Supposing of course they were Ester candy, I popped one in my mouth. Soon I began frothing and showing every evidence of having acquired another attack of the flu. Then I discovered that the Easter eggs were little balls of soap. Next time I shall taste or smell first. Our girl is a wonderful comfort to us for she never forgets us and by the same token, we never forget her. We have had a happy Easter and we look at each other and say, "Isn't life wonderful?"
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 31, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
"I have no exquisite reason for it, but I have reason good enough."--Shakespeare
Easter was one fine day for us Homecrofters. A day of joy and happiness. The exquisite thing about the day was a visit from Judge Holman and the charming woman who is his wife and the mother of five splendid children. Good friends for many years. Along with them came Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Kleska who were warmly welcomed. Mr. Kleska is gaining votes, not because he is such a handsome man but because he is the outstanding county officer when efficiency is considered. I have been in this county for twenty-five years and not in that time have I known of a county officer with his ability for the office he occupies. Testimony as to his worth has been acknowledged by the state departments. They state that he stands first in the state among tax collectors for neatness, legibility and promptness of his reports. This ought to be sufficient reason for our people to retain his services. Being no politician is to his credit.
Just heard a voice from the kitchen "Harry empty that slop bucket," so it is apparent that it is impossible to write more about Kleska. Well, anyway, when they were ready to roll on rubber over the "nine-foot sidewalk," Mrs. Holman left behind as an Easter gift, a big two layer, nut and fruit cake all covered with dainty white frosting that glistened in the evening light as though covered with crystals of frost. Just a love token and every time I fed my face with that cake my thoughts went to this woman whom I have learned to love as one fine friend. O, yes, indeed life is wonderful.
Judge McNabb visited the burg this week in the interest of his campaign for the election to the position of county judge. He did not call on us and when I told the MW that he was in town she said, "the rascal." Just wait until I see him Friday night and I'll tell him what I think of his neglect. Judge McNabb has served the county more than well for several times and occupies his bench with dignity. I expect he knows more about the county finances than any other member of the courthouse. He is a genial man to meet, always courteous, ready to accommodate, and is willing to assist in any worthy work that will be of benefit to the county.
Collegeport was honored last week when Burton D. Hurd received and accepted an invitation to be the principal speaker at the Rotary Club. His subject was early days in Matagorda County. Probably no one is more capable of handling that subject than Mr. Hurd for he arrived in Bay City when it was but four years of age and the town consisted of the courthouse, two stores, six saloons and a dozen or more houses. He has thus seen the town grow from nothing to a beautiful city of five thousand people, the Queen of the Midcoast.
Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Petty of San Marcos, have been spending two weeks visiting kinfolks. They brought with them their twin boys, four years of age. Mrs. Petty went to school here and was then known as Virginia Saunders. She was a very pretty girl and now has blossomed into a handsome young matron. Virginia is the sister of Mrs. Frank King.
Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp, well known among the literati as the Miserable Wretch, gave a tea party the other night, the guests being Mrs. Frank Ramsey, Mrs. George Harrison and Mrs. Patricia Martyn. The service included the usual abracadabra, but the piece de resistance was a big mess of that succulent food known as phascalus lunatus [lima beans].
Harris Milner sends out a very well written message soliciting votes for sheriff. He makes but one promise "the impartial enforcement of the law." Wish more candidates would use the mails and send letters to their voters. Instead they go about with the old cardboards that look as though printed at the same shop and all bearing the same old dope. Harris Milner and R. S. Kleska give the voters something new.
Friday night the school gave an oyster supper and a large crowd attended, among them being most of the candidates and some of the officers who are resting secure without opposition. Our Ruby was there as well as the group of handsome men. Some of the candidates spoke, among them being Oscar Barber and George Harrison. Others, according to Bright Eyes, stuttered. Leave it to BE to tell it correctly.
About two hundred were present and the sum of sixty-eight frog skins were realized. They only difference between Superintendent White and others is that he hits the ball and gets the crowd and the money, while others plan to do so.
I very much desire information that will tell me the whereabouts of my private smuggler. Last heard from him he was bound for St. John's, New Brunswick. Perhaps he was caught smuggling John Cotton across the border. A suitable reward will be paid for a tip on his present location.
The many friends of Mrs. Frank King are pleased that she is able to be up and about. She has been confined to her room with a violent attack of the flu for several weeks.
Every one compliments the quality of the oyster soup served Friday night. Of course it was extra fine being prepared by that past master in cookery the maker of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles.
The Collegeport Pharmacy, bossed by Hattie, has put in a fine improvement consisting of a cement gallery and approaching steps. A fine job and adds to the attraction of that well-known pill dispensary.
A shipment of meat to the Boeker Grocery was robbed at Bay City of seven strips of bacon and about five pounds of sausage. Someone wanted good eats and gotem.
The late William Wrigley was one of the world's best advertisers. This was his philosophy. "Tell 'em quick and tell 'em often." You must have a good product in the first place, and sometimes the people want, for it is easier to row downstream than up. Explain to folks plainly and sincerely what you have to sell, do it in as few words as possible, and keep everlastingly coming at them. Advertising is pretty much like running a furnace. You've got to keep on shoveling coal. Once you stop stoking, the fire goes out. It's strange that some people's imagination can't compass this fact. This appears to be such a simple rule that every member of the trades Day organization should be able to apply it. Trades Day brings the people in town, but advertising brings them to the store.
It was an unfortunate thing for Adam and Eve, but had they known about this Collegeport country, they would never have let out a yelp about being shut out of the garden. They would simply moved their pots and kettles to the Magic Bottle and settled down to a life of ease, raising chickens and selling eggs at eight cents per dozen. Adam and Eve were all right until they began fussin' with snakes.
This is notice to young, charming, loving, ardent, sympathetic girls that the Miserable Wretch, tiring of the source of her wretchedness, has done gone and left me and eloped with another woman. I'll be all alone next week for she will be in San Antonio basking in the sunshine of the smile on Mary Louise's face. It is a great chance for some gal, as described above, to enjoy a happy home for a week. I'll do the milking, cooking and dish washing.
A letter from Mr. Boren of the Texas Gulf Coast Company informs me that he expects to visit Collegeport in a very short time and will bring some others with him. Grand thing to have the "Baby Band" at the station to meet them and writing this I wonder what has become of this fine band.
Election for trustees of Bay View Rural High School held Saturday with boxes at Collegeport and Citrus Grove. A beautiful day and a peaceful election there being no fights, riots, murders or arguments to spice the day. The vote given Mrs. Frank King was a tribute to her. She has given the district service of rare order and a devotion to the cause of a larger and better school that is unusual. I am pleased that she has been returned. Although there are about seventy-five eligible voters in this box, only forty-three availed themselves of the privilege and registered their interest in a school of the first class. This is no compliment to our electorate. The following is the vote as cast in the local box. The Citrus box is not included.
Mrs. Frank King 43 Mrs. Helen Holsworth 41 H. L. Eisel, Sr. 20 A. A. Penland 40 Vern Batchelder 39 Percy Corporon 43 Frank Brown 20 Fred Kelly 47 Kopecky 1 Mrs. Liggett 3 Emmitt Chiles 1 Mrs. Hunt 1 L. E. Liggett 1 Mr. H. Holsworth 1
County trustees: Wm. Cash 49 John Evans 48
Now that this is over it is the duty of all school patrons to stand by the trustees and give hearty support to them in their efforts to establish a rural high school of the first class and affiliation.
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Collegeport, Texas April 4, 1932
Mr. Carey Smith. Bay City, Texas.
Dear Editor:
In behalf of the school and community I wish to take this method of thanking everyone for the loyal support that they gave us that made it possible to put over our oyster supper and political rally in a big way. The purpose of the occasion was primarily to raise funds to finance our baseball club and at the same time have a social evening.
We wrote every candidate in the county an informal letter and urged that they come down, and seemingly they wished to take this advantage of the opportunity, for we had an awful shower of them. Every one was very generous toward our efforts and those that could not come sent us a donation. Those that came all seemed to enjoy the evening to the extent that they were frequently found loitering in the dining room, and from all indications after checking up everyone spent freely. I think that everyone will be equally repaid in the form of remembrance on the 16th day of this month. Many who came donated cash as well, then patronized our dining room in addition.
To the people that were not seeking anything other than a social evening, we appreciated you too. The only thing that we have to lament about is that the oysters were so large that we did not sell quite so many. Many of us old oyster fiends were surprised that we could eat only two or three dozen since they were so large. The people of the community appreciated the visitors, and the brief speeches made by the candidates, and in behalf of them and the school I wish to thank everyone for their support in making it a success.
We cleared about $50 which will amply meet the present needs of our baseball club. This I think was great, considering that times are in the deplorable condition that they are.--T. P. White, superintendent of school.
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The pupils are busy getting up their notebooks and preparing for the six weeks exams which came Thursday and Friday.
Most of the pupils have recovered from the flu and are back to work.
The boys are exercising their muscles out on the athletic field. They are anxious to get their baseball equipment.
Just think! Our pupils didn't play hooky Friday because it was All Fool's Day.
An oyster supper and political rally was given at the Community House, Friday night, for the purpose of raising money to finance the baseball club. Fried, stewed and raw oysters were served, also pie and coffee. We cleared about $50. The Girl Reserves were asked to serve and after the supper sang a few G. R. songs before the speeches of the candidates for offices were made. The high school boys washed the dishes. Wade Blackwell certainly would make a good wife for some red-haired girl.
Frances and Beth Eisel were absent from school Monday.
Miss Ruth Boeker has gone to Newgulf to stay for a while.
Mr. and Mrs. K. Legg of Gulf spent Sunday with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.
The local trustee election was held at the school house Saturday. The following are members of the present school board: Mr. Penland, Mr. Nelson, Mr. Corporon, Mr. Kelly, Mr. Batchelder, Mrs. King and Mrs. Holsworth.
Many of the Christian Endeavors motored to Palacios Monday night to attend the county Christian Endeavor Union.
Many Collegeport people were seen on the streets in Bay City Saturday.
Dr. Drenner, his mother, and Mrs. Brown, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. E. I. Chiles.
Fun Section. Mr. White has become interested in one of the Collegeport dames. His heart almost jumped up in his mouth when she and her brother, walked in the community house, Friday night at the oyster supper.
He said "Isn't that a good looking girl." She will be moving from Boling to Collegeport soon.
The other day, as I was looking in a newspaper, I found that
Miss Dorothy was on a flea farm in North Texas. Rosalie Nelson has been arrested for being so mean. Tootsie Chiles was going to get married to a rich young man. Frances Eisel wore her shoes out dancing and also deals in "Come-Down." Since Miss Bell has sent in complaints to the railroad company, we expect to see her walking to school soon. Mag King has made frequent trips to Bay City in a Chevrolet truck. Miss Nestor liked brunettes with little mustaches.
The Daily Tribune, Friday, April 8, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
The votes of the Citrus and Collegeport boxes have been counted and we have the following board for Bay View Rural High School district No. 26: Mrs. Frank King, Mrs. Helen Holsworth, Roy Nelson, Vern Batchelder, A. A. Penland, Percy Corporon, Fred Kelly. Some old and tested timber, some new and untried, but it is up to the patrons to give the new board their support. We all desire a school of the first class for the benefit of our children. The rural school is the nation's bulwark.
In the last analysis, a school has no higher class than the trustees who direct. If they have high ideals, continued progression. If they do not desire better educational advantages, retrogression is the rule. Mrs. King is a progressive and it is hoped that she will be able to carry on the work she has so ably started. Three of the pupils of Bay View have earned the privilege of going to the district meet held in Houston Thursday and Friday of this week. Frances Eisel will enter the declamation contest with "America's Opportunity" by Franklin Lane. Frances is sure to win if she will turn the light of her eyes on the judges and then warm them with one of her incomparable smiles. Noel Adams will compete in the one mile run and Raymond Hunt in the half mile race. We hope all three will win, but feel quite sure at least one medal will be brought back to Bay View.
Superintendent White issues a letter of thanks which is printed in the Tribune. It closes with this "considering that times are as deplorable as they are." I challenge this statement from Mr. White. He draws a salary, receives cash money each month. He certainly is not feeling deplorable. If he lived on a farm and sold eggs for seven cents, butter fat for eleven, cotton at six he might feel depressed. But then what difference does the price make for the producer if the prices of the products he buys are also low. He sells a dozen eggs for seven cents and with that sum buys two pounds of sugar. The words deplorable and depression are not suggestive of the bright, happy things of life of which we are very much blessed. Shakespeare once wrote "Why do I yield to that suggestion?" Things are not deplorable and we are not depressed. It is only a view point.
Well, anyway, this week the miserable wretch is in San Antonio having a swell time while I am waiting for some gal who desires a happy home for a week. I have several applications but none come up to the requirements. Some too fat, others too skinny. Some have piano legs and others have slats. None so far has charm or attraction. There is one bright and shining spot for Mary Louise will come home in June and thinking of this happy day, I lapse into posey.
"Under a smiling Texas moon I hope To see my girl in June.
I'll sure Hold her close in my arms And feast My eyes on her wonder charms And at night At good night time a song I'll croon A heart song Under smiling Texas moon." --Fragments from Hack.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, accompanied by Mrs. Clapp are attending a national convention of health nurses at San Antonio. Mrs. Clapp will attend the meetings and make a report to the county health unit.
Chester W. Jurney of Waco has entered the race for congressman at large on an anti prohibition platform. Wish every one could read his statement. Among other things he would do away with saloon, speakeasies and other places where liquor is sold by simply confiscating the property where liquor is sold or simply confiscate the property where such business is transacted. This sure would disturb property owners who rent places for illegitimate business. Jurney pledges his support to any effort made to change the Volstead act so as to permit the sale of 4 per cent beer and 14 per cent wine. He claims butter milk contains almost 2 per cent alcohol.
The Woman's Union met Thursday in the Community House with small attendance. I am informed that some of the members were quite disturbed because the church treasurer had a financial statement read. After school the pupils drifted over in time for refreshments. Must have been a secret executive session for I have asked three members and none of them gave me much information.
The merchants of Bay City were so glad to see Mildred McKissick last Saturday that they paid her fifteen dollars for making the visit. Mildred now weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds with her money.
I am informed that Reverend Van Dyke will not be with us the coming year.
Gus Franzen has suffered a relapse and is now at this writing at the Bay City hospital. Gus Franzen is one of our finest citizens and all hope that he will improve so that he may soon return to his home.
Had a letter the other day from a Tribune reader who had read that I had been ill from the flu. He informed me that he was surprised for he was under the impression that Collegeport folks never were ill. We are not very often and the cemetery is a testimony to a few deaths that occur. Epidemics are almost unknown. A few colds and nose sniffing are about the worst things we have to contend with. Come on down reader and observe for yourself.
Don't forget the five talents when you vote Saturday. Such a sum is worth picking up.
Well the Bible says "the morning and the evening were the first day" and I know it is for friend wife has been gone one day. I missed her cold puppies in the small of my back. Very pleasant but then one gets used to such things after thirty-seven years of imposition. I sure do miss the tootsies of the miserable wretch. Thought at first I would trade her in for a new model, but guess I will keep her for a time at least.
Mr. Dodd accept my congratulations on the neat announcement card you mailed me. It is unique and sets an example to other candidates. From the looks of your pictured self, you are eligible to go into the handsome men's club.
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Editor - Frances L. Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances B. King Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Tootsie Chiles and Beth Eisel
School News
Another six weeks is almost gone and that means study, study for exams. How glad we shall be when next week is past so that we may know whether or not we got over the fence.
Miss Dorothy Franzen is going to take Frances Eisel, Noel Adams and Raymond Hunt to Houston, Thursday, April 14, to participate in the district meet. We sincerely hope that these folks will win honors for our school and district.
The Girl Reserves of Blessing invited the Girl Reserves of Collegeport to a get acquainted party at the Blessing Community House, Saturday, April 9. The Women's Council of Collegeport and Blessing were also present. The program was as follows:
Welcome--Evelyn Anderson. "The Rainbow Quest,"--a ceremonial Girl Reserve, Stella Rickaway. G. R. Spirit--Ruth Bump. Rainbow Comrades. Get Acquainted Game. Bow Contest. Rainbow Charades. Rainbow Relay. Rainbow Scramble.
Everything was cleverly decorated with rainbow colors of crepe paper. The games and entertainment were equally clever and very well planned.
The Girl Reserves sang numerous songs, the nursery rhymes being the most enjoyed.
Delicious refreshments were then served, after which the guests had to depart for their different destinations. Everyone had a very enjoyable afternoon.
Fun Section.
What can we do for: Tootsie's toothache. Beth's freckles. Gertie's gay shoes. Francis' sore throat. Mag's short hair. Wade's talking. Winston's questions. Rosalie's meanness. Mr. Balusek's bald head. Mr. White's eyesight. Miss Williams' wrinkled dresses.
As I crossed the London bridge I met a little boy crying. I asked him why he was crying, he said, his mother was under the bridge dying. Ans. Dyeing clothes.
Over the water, under the water, through the water and never touches the water. Ans. A man in a submarine.
Local News.
Reverend Wiley was here Sunday and held services morning and evening.
Mr. Dean Merck has been seriously ill for the past week.
Mrs. Lorena Conover was here over the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson had a dance Saturday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Homer Goff visited Mr. Goff's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Goff here Sunday. Gwendolyn Goff favored us with a piano solo at Sunday morning services.
The ladies will serve lunch, Saturday, April 16 and will also have a bake sale in the afternoon. The patronage of everyone is solicited.
The County Christian Endeavor Union held its regular monthly meeting in Palacios, Monday night, April 4. The 90 guests enjoyed the dinner prepared by the Palacios members. Mrs. Dick Corporon led a lively pep meeting in the church parlor. Miss Louise Walter, president of the union, was in charge of the program. Mesdames Arnold and Bennett sang a beautiful duet. Various interesting talks were given. Mary Marshall McClure of Bay City discussed publicity for our society meetings. Eugene Haley of Bay City told about the various forms of publicity and Mrs. Dick Corporon of Collegeport gave an interesting talk on publicity for Dallas. She left us with the impression that we all wanted to go to Dallas, to learn more about Christian Endeavor work and to meet more young folks. Reverend Wylie of Houston delivered an address on publicity for Christ. Collegeport will be hostess to the next meeting, Monday night, May 2. We want as large or even larger crowd as was present at Palacios.
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about Genesis 1 and God's creation of the earth.]
A woman reader of the Tribune, who lives in West Texas, addresses me as "Dearest cherub." A cherub is "A symbolical winged figure of unknown form: a beautiful child." So I am wondering where she gets the idea that I am a cherub. I have no wings and I am not a beautiful child. I plead guilty to being beautiful and the possessor of a fine figure, but I am not ready for the wings, I am still too full of pep to wear wings. I am very willing to be her dearest, but for the sake of the sacred flounders, cut out the cherub business. I am very precious to some of the readers of "Thoughts," and willing to be dearest, darling, sweetheart, but no cherub or seraphim, business goes for some years. I don't blame this woman for I always have had a way with women.
Well, sir, the week beginning with the second Sunday after Easter started correct for me for Ruth Harrison came over for me and brought a bevy of beautiful young girls as I am always happy when surrounded with pretty girls I had an enjoyable ride to Palacios where I was entertained by George Harrison at dinner. In the afternoon Bishop Quin came with Rev. Paul Engle and the Crucifer and choir from Bay City. Fine service of my church. Bishop Quin spoke on the so-called depression and pointed out that it was not in any sense local, but world wide and that every people of the world was suffering from its effects. He told of the time when about the same situation existed in the time of Christ and Jesus was comforting his disciples and Thomas asked "What is the way out?" and Jesus replied, "I am the way."
The Bishop considers that in this time and day it is still true that Jesus is the way, the truth and the life and that if we get ourselves back in the following of his comforting words, we will soon experience relief. Fine sermon.
After that we were all invited to the beautiful Farwell home where delicious refreshments were served and a delightful time enjoyed. Home at eleven p. m. and as Samuel Peppys would say "and to bed."
Friday came Mr. C. A. Boren who heads the Texas Gulf Coast Company which has taken over the Collegeport townsite development. A fine outstanding man who evidently understands his business. I am aiding him in seeing the country, meeting the people and assisting as I may in the development of his plans for the coming Collegeport. In this work he will be closely associated with Doctor Van Wormer. One of the principal features of the plan will be the building of a large combination hotel and sanitarium on the old hotel site.
I am informed that more than one hundred doctors are already interested in this project and that they will be able to keep the institution filled with desirable patients. Another project in the plan is the erection of a brick building, modern in every way, that will house three places of business. With all this developed, will come the building of the viaduct which will be erected so that we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, may walk to the service of our church at St. John's, Palacios.
Saturday was primary day for the nomination of county officers. The local box was well filled, eighty-five ballots being cast.
For collector, Kleska, 50; Carr, 28; Steves, 7. For county judge, McNabb, 69; Wadsworth, 26. For sheriff, Milner, 59; Dodd, 4; Ewing, 23. For treasurer, Langham, 47; Slone, 29; Shoultz, 4. For precinct commissioner, Skinner, 20; Salsbury, 10; Morris, 2; Harrison, 53.
Sure glad this campaign is over for it's been a bitter one and plenty of dirt and rubbish thrown about. The principal feature of the election was that "Little Bright Eyes" by some called Mary Ellen, cast her first vote. This caused great excitement.
Friday at 3:30 p.m., an auto rolled in and blared the horn, and I had my Miserable Wretch back and I wish to state that in the name of the sacred shrimp I was a tickled boy for life without my girl is a blank. If she had been accompanied by Mary Louise, I certainly would have busted wide open with joy. She had a happy time in San Antonio and came back looking like a fresh budded rose, you know the kind one sees in the early morn, glistening with dew drops, each one a priceless diamond.
Well, anyway, things are just jake down here at Homecroft. Saturday night we went over to Palacios and heard election returns and had more happiness, ecstasy, rapture if you know what I mean. Met lots of old friends and one fine baby, who asked me to steal friend wife's dresses and give it to said baby. Of course I would steal anything for the attractive gal, so guess friend wife will have to procure a new dress.
Patricia Martyn, who attended the great nurse convention, came back filled to the brim with new ideas, at least that is what she called it. Anyway, she is back with new ideas, full of refreshing pep and ready to hit the ball with renewed energy. This is very important work, especially for the women and children of this county so long may she wave, meaning to work and Mrs. Patricia. To make a long tale short, I will state that while friend wife was putting a rosy tint on San Antonio, friend husband was sure having a swell time gallivanting about this bailiwick. I always was a great cut up with the ladies. I have never found one yet that could resist my charms. Wish I might try them out on a girl in the Illinois Bank Building for judging from her portrait she is one handsome girl. Hope Doctor Van Wormer does not read this.
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, April 19, 1932
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Editor - Frances L. Eisel Ass't Editor - Frances B. King Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Beth Eisel and Tootsie Chiles
We are sorry that our contestants, Frances Eisel, Noel Adams and Raymond Hunt didn't place at district meet. However, we do know that each did their very best and that the district realizes that Bay View is up and coming. We are indeed sorry that a cramp overtook Noel or otherwise, we would have first place, we think.
While we did not place, another year we hope to win the championship. We are glad to think that Raymond will be with us another year and Noel three more years. It makes us sad to think that we lose Frances at the end of the year, because we feel sure that a second trip to the district meet would bring honors to her as well as to the school.
The teachers are very happy and proud to know that they have boys and girls who can lose with a smile as well as win with one. We realize that all cannot be winners, therefore, we are just as proud of our contestants as if they had won three first places. We hope they realize that while they did not win, the entering in the contest is very valuable to them.
In closing we hope and urge that more pupils will realize the good that comes from such contests and that they will carry on the good work another year, but on a larger scale.
Miss Dorothy Franzen and we contestants can report a very pleasant and interesting trip to Houston.
While we were in Houston, we had the opportunity of seeing the rice engineering show at Rice Institute. The beautiful campus and buildings provided an interesting sight alone, but the exhibits were very educational and also very remarkable.
In one building a mechanical exhibit was offered where one might see all kinds of machinery. [remainder of the paragraph is illegible]
...so many interesting things in the other exhibits in botany, economics, etc., that it would be rather difficult to decide which was the most interesting.
We wish that all of the students might have seen this engineering show, because there were innumerable exhibits which would have been not only interesting, but decidedly educational.
Local News.
Medsames Liggett, Kundinger, Nelson and Holsworth, attended the Presbytery in Houston Friday.
Mr. and Mrs. George Hill and family are moving to Collegeport.
We are glad to see Mr. and Mrs. Herman Real back again.
Fun Section.
Beth: How many peas in a pint? Rosalie: One pint.
Tootsie: Why are the leaves red in autumn? Mag: They are blushing because they have been so green all summer.
Gertrude: When is a hen a rooster? Wade: When she is on the roost.
Frances: What do people have on their hands when there is snow all over the ground? Noel: Gloves, of course!
Frances: What do you do with little sisters who delight in calling their older sister "Old Maid" all the time? Miss Bell: Oh'd just consider the course.
[Essay on Washington Irving not included.]
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 21, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
"God made the country and man made the town." This being true it appears to me that if we want a town here in this beautiful bay shore we have got to make it. God will aid us but He never built a town.
This is the time when we should tell the world about Collegeport.
Soon the Tribune will print a special edition. Its columns offer us a way from where we was. It would be good business to co-operate and using space equal to our ability tell in plan, simple, honest words, about the beauties of our location. It will be money well spent. Will we do it or will we continue to sit supinely, indolently, inattentive on the shores of this bay and allow George to do it all? Now is the time. The bell has rung. The call for action has sounded. One man told me that it could not be done. Same thing was said about the Panama canal but it was done. Many said that the Boulder dam would never be built, but it is being constructed. Nothing is impossible when man wills. I very much wish to live to the day when I may eat in the sanitarium and we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk over the viaduct and attend service at St. John's Chapel. Let us give our support to Dr. Van Wormer and C. A. Boren and who knows but some day we may have a Van Wormer pleasure pavilion.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, spent Tuesday here interesting the women in the health instruction class which she will start in June. Many of our women were in the class last year and will continue with her this season. Mrs. Martyn is a busy woman among the women and children of the county and at night this is the prayer she says.
The world grows brighter year by year Because some nurse in her little sphere Puts on her apron and smiles and sings And keeps on doing the same old things. Taking the temperature, giving the pills To remedy mankind's numerous ills. Feeding the babies and wearing the bells Being polite with a heart that rebels Longing for home and all the while Wearing the same old professional smile. Blessing the new born baby's first breath Closing the eyes that are stilled in death. Taking the blame for all mistakes Oh! Dear! What a lot of patience it takes. Going off duty at seven o'clock Tired, discouraged and ready to drop But called out at seven-fifteen With woe in the heart that must not be seen. Morning and evening, noon and night Just doing it over, hoping it's right. When we report off to cross the bar Dear Lord will you just give us one little star To wear on the cap of our uniform new On the ward above when the head nurse is you."
Well, anyway, I want you folks to know that I believe in prayer and I think God will send the star for the good nurse, but now always when I pray, I am asking God to interest the people of Palacios, Collegeport and Matagorda County in the erection of a viaduct between Palacios and Collegeport so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Mission.
Well, anyway, whether we go to church or stay at home, it will make no difference with my sympathy with the railroads. There is not a business in the world so hedged about with regulations, rules, orders, decisions and red tape. Red tape, Carramba!
Red tape would not be half bad if made from soft satin ribbon, but the brand used on the railroads is coarse and irritates not only the transportation companies but most of their clients.
Recently, the Missouri Pacific was requested to bring twenty cars here to haul away that many cars of ride. The cars are here, but at the last moment, those in charge decided to move the rice by truck and have ordered fifty trucks. It will require three big trucks to haul one car. The railroad rate is eighteen cents per hundred and how can a man haul 20,000 pounds of rice to Galveston for less money is beyond my calculation. Anticipating this business, the railroad had an extra force of men on track work and now those men lost the work and the railroad is further strangled. I'll tell the County Court that after two crops of rice are hauled over our "nine foot sidewalk" they may begin to build a new pavement. Trucks should be under as strict regulation as railroads and the latter should be allowed to carry freight on highways on water or in the air, as well as on rails. Our Collegeport branch is slowly being throttled, suffocated, overcome, and the time is coming when the company will ask permission to abandon the line and the county will lose a considerable sum in tax money. This may appear a trifle cacophonous, but I believe it is the truth.
The King's Daughters met with Mrs. Della Braden Thursday with a good attendance, plenty of refined eatables and much conversation. Sorry I was not invited but should have declined for we had a rather week showing Mr. C. A. Boren about the county. Hectic because us two rubes never went to our hay until midnight or after. Since our guest left we have.
Camden (whointhehell is he) writes "make hay while the sun shines." We made it at eight p. m. the first night and it was good hay. Just shows that Camden don't know all about hay.
It is said that Mary's little lamb came home with a dragging tail. That is what happened to our three pupils who attended the district meet at Houston. But they all have the spirit that wins and there will be another time. Had Frances taken my advice and turned her eyes and smile on the judges, three medals would have been awarded for no judge could help but make the right decisions in the light of her luminaries. Next time Frances, take along those alluring lips and those resplendent glorious eyes.
Thursday, Burton D. Hurd, accompanied by Mr. Boren on an inspection trip of lands near the Colorado River. Perhaps no man knows more about the location and value of lands than Mr. Hurd.
Major and Mrs. Lincoln Putnam, who have been visiting the latter's parents Mr. and Mrs. Seth Corse, are due to sail from San Francisco May 7, for Manila where the major will be stationed for three years. They are accompanied by their daughter, Miss Jean.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 28, 1932
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School News.
We see that our superintendent, Mr. White, is sporting a new Chevrolet coupe. We wonder what will come of this.
The girls enjoyed playing with their new croquet sets as physical education.
Local News.
Mr. George Hetherington, Jr., visited Frances Eisel this week-end so we can account for the happy smiles she has been bestowing on everybody.
Mr. Johnnie Ackerman broke his arm Saturday while cranking a tractor.
Mr. T. P. White and Mamie Franzen motored to Houston for the week-end.
Misses Beryl Bell and Marie Nestor spent the week-end in Wadsworth with Miss Bell's parents.
Mr. and Mrs. E. I. Chiles and family drove to Wharton to see Mrs. Chiles' mother.
Mr. "Monkey" Chiles was home for the week-end.
Mrs. Leo Duffy and daughter, Bobbie Ann, spent the week-end with Mrs. Duffy's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fulcher.
Miss Mary Conover spent the weekend with her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Carrick spent Sunday at the Franzen home.
Jokes.
James came into the room and sat down where Dot and Dean were. He said "Doda! I guess Dean would kiss you if I wasn't here." Dot: You bad boy, run away this minute.
Wade: What is smaller than a red bugs eye? Frances E.: I don't know. Wade: The trash that gets in it.
How Very Odd. Was your friend in the habit of talking to himself when he was absent? To tell the truth, Judge, I never was with him when he was alone.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 28, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
An eagle is a rare bird in this section, but one bright, sunny day, such a bird appeared circling over Collegeport. As near as one could observe, he was a true type of our national bird, a bald head eagle, known to science as Haliactus leococephalus. One could easily see his white head, neck and tail. A magnificent bird, with a length of at least forty inches and a wing spread close to ten feet. He was flying quite low and making great circles in the sky, his piercing eyes watching for his prey. As he flew in his majestic flight, one could not help but utter a prayer, that no bullet would find a resting place in his heart. Little going on earth escaped his gaze and at times he would flap his wings and become almost lost in the turquoise sky. One large swing took him across the bay over Palacios and this is what he saw:
A new three story building, fronting the bay, on the roof of which he saw "Palacios Hotel." A magnificent building of one hundred fifty rooms. Leading down a flower bordered walk was a pier and at the end a beautiful pagoda in the Japanese style of architecture the hotel's sea food cafe. Flowers bloomed, palm leaves waved in the breeze. A fountain with a jet, shot a ball in the air and laughing children watched, hoping it would fall. Swinging back again he observed a solid cement structure crossing the bay bearing an eighteen foot highway, each side protected with a fine balustrade. About in the center of the structure was a lock by which boats might pass up the river. On the west bank had been erected a two story brick building, the roof telling the flying world, that this was the Midcoast Fish Hatchery. The upper story was devoted to laboratory work while the lower floor was used for hatching. On the north side, our friend Eagle, found large ponds for the growing of fresh water fish and on the south side similar ponds for salt water fish.
The viaduct had raised the water back about four feet, forming a body of fresh water that extended into the country for thirty miles impounding sufficient water to irrigate the country. Wild rice had been planted on the shallows and along these stretches myriads of water fowl fed. Thus was formed the largest and finest sportsman paradise in the gulf country.
Among the many autos which were using the viaduct, he saw two slowly moving dots and he thought that it must be "I and the Miserable Wretch walking to service at St. John's Chapel." Close to the Collegeport end he saw a large million dollar building, which he knew at once to be the Collegeport Sanitarium. People thronged the spacious galleries, bathed from the extended bath house, played tennis or golf. The grounds were extensive and had been handled by a landscape man who understood the art of bringing beauty from nature's provisions. Many of those who came to the Sanitarium for health had improved and being reluctant to leave, had built fine homes near the sanitarium, which they used as winter homes, escaping the chilling blasts of the northern winter. Business houses had been erected, trees planted along the highway which had been widened to eighteen feet and extended east to Gulf and on close to the coast to Freeport where it joined the Houston highway. A true Hug-the-Cost paved road.
A glance at Van Wormer field found it thronged with school pupils at play. The field was fenced, the posts being painted white. Two large wings had been added to the brick schoolhouse and in the rooms were more than two hundred pupils being taught by twelve teachers. The bald-head eagle being a fish eater, swung over the bay and spying a fisher bird drop and rise with a fish in its beak quickly pursued and to escape the fish was dropped. Falling like a shot from the sky the eagle grabbed the fish in his talons as it neared the water and rising high in the sky flew away with his prey.
Each week I study a graph sent out by the U. S. department of commerce. It gives in a condensed form the high lights on business. The last one sounds an optimistic note which is comfortable. I find that bituminous coal production has increased 20 points, freight car loadings 20 points, buildings contracted 5 points, steel ingot production 10 points, lumber production 20 points, wheat receipts stand same as in December, cotton receipts 10 points lower, factory employment gained 20 points, bank debts outside New York declined 25 points, time money 5 points lower, bond prices gained 30 points.
To me this looks encouraging. How does it look to you? I find further encouragement that Texas stands second in domestic exports from the United States in value in 1931 being $506,083,298. Pretty good, says I.
Mamie Franzen spent last week-end in Houston and Galveston and had one real time. At Galveston she went a bathing and that accounts for the high tide last Sunday. Mamie is Gustave Franzen's anchor to windward and always dependable.
Mr. T. P. White, whose old car burned near Ashby some weeks ago, is now riding high in a new Chevy.
May 21 we are called upon to vote on two propositions that are very important to the Bay View Rural High School Consolidated District No. 26. One is to vote a dollar tax for school purposes and the other to equalize the bond issues of the various old school districts. Both should carry. Mrs. King has been an indefatigable worker for a better school and a unanimous vote on these propositions will be just one more jewel in her tiara. Hope the voters will stand by this good school worker.
It appears that the mail schedule for closing the mail is 12 p.m. on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and 2 p.m. on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. A letter from Mr. Safford, executive vice president of the Missouri Pacific informs me that the new train schedule has resulted in substantial savings. I do not understand how it is much company and have not lost hopes of getting our old train back and with it those we miss.
This section was visited Friday with one of the heaviest rains for many months. It has put a fine season in the ground and farmers are now able to go ahead with their planting and assured of a real crop.
A brilliant electric display lasting twenty-four hours enlivened the downpour. Glad this did not happen while Mr. Boren was looking the county over for it would have interfered with his inspection of our community and county. The rain Friday put the dirt roads in such condition that my chauffeur, with my new Rolls Royce, failed to show up, so us Homecrofters staid at home, but anyway, we attended the banquet of the Bay City Chamber of Commerce and had an enjoyable time.
Although the committee imported J. E. Stanford from the land of the "rozin chewers and hawg eaters" our local Will Rogers, F. O. Montague, told funnier stories and brought out much cheer as he acted as toastmaster in his droll and inimitable manner. One of the principle speakers was Mrs. Ruby Hawkins, her subject being, "why not elect me for life?"
Harris Milner spoke in an impressive manner which captivated the audience, his subject being "I'll soon have just one sweet girl." George Serrill surprised those present with a burst of words and a vocabulary that no one thought he possessed. His subject was "Insure now so we may have a banquet next year." Vance Porter, taking advantage of the immense crowd, tried to sell some of those C. P. & L. bonds and succeeded in selling one of five dollars to Mrs. Emma Lee Lewis Carleton. I am informed that this stunt was rehearsed in the office and that Vance told her if she did not buy, she would lose her job.
Charles Langham when called upon asked to be excused and said that he would not spend all the county money for personal use and agreed to turn a portion of it in. Carey Smith made a rousing talk on the subject of excessive taxes. This was well received by all members of the taxpayers league. Henry Rugeley advised those present to pay no attention to the tax collector and informed the audience that the office should be abolished and urged that the collector pass the hat when funds were needed. One of the most interesting talks was given by George Harrison, his subject being herpetology. The audience was impressed that the speaker was fully capable of handling the subject as he spoke from a long experience.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, examined those present and with the aid of Dr. Scott, extracted one hundred and ten tonsils and did it without the aid of stimulant.
Judge McNabb, when called upon, delivered an entertaining address on the necessity of a viaduct connecting Palacios and Collegeport. He showed that he was master of the subject and had given it much thought. He said that in his opinion the building of this structure was necessary because it would enable Harry Austin and his Miserable Wretch to walk to service at St. John's chapel and to relieve George Harrison of driving over after them as he often does. The judge said that in his next campaign, his platform would contain a viaduct plank and on it he would rise or fall or get splinters in a portion of his anatomy.
The letter which accompanied our invitation promised "good music" and for this we waited impatiently but were well rewarded with a duet by Albert Wadsworth and Tom Ewing who sang that beautiful and touching ballad "We'll come back again." Our eyes glistened with tears and I saw many snake out a kerchief and silently sobbing as they dabbed their optics. Bert Carr, C. J. Steves, D. O. Dodd and J. R. Slone in trembling voices sang a quartette entitled "Wonder How Come." We were surprised to hear Carey Smith, Jr., in his well known sweet, soprano voice, sing his latest song:
"I was born full of mirth It came to be at birth I drank it in with mother's milk That's the reason I'm slick as silk."
Flowers, flowers, everywhere at every table and plate. Pretty girls attended the service and sweet, gentle women and gallant men sat around the board. It was a night of play, of mirth, a getting together of congenial souls. Such gatherings do much towards cementing together in a solid, militant mass, the citizenship of the county. We changed the date on our invitations to 1933 and returned them with many thanks for the courtesy. Wonder if we will see them again. And so to bed.
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The Collegeport Demonstration Club meeting will be held at the home of Mrs. Frank Brimberry’s on May 9. All come. Mrs. Leola Sides will be with us at this meeting and the demonstration will be canning of vegetables. Bring cans and vegetables. Also she plans to give us some information on marketing our surplus canned supplies.
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(From Friday’s Daily – April 29, 1932) Mr. Charley Williams, who is cropping 900 acres of rice in the Collegeport section was here Thursday night and today. He told the Tribune that he left Collegeport Thursday afternoon at 5 o’clock and up to that time no rain had fallen in the community. It is evident, however, that his part of the county was well soaked Thursday night and today.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 5,
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article which Mrs. Clapp wrote as her report to the county health committee on the nurse convention held in San Antonio.]
Yes, sir! I confess that I am a thief. Stealing is an easy crime. To tell the truth I have not recovered from the promenade one Chester A. Boren led me and I feel lazy and the old brain appears to be diseased on both sides for it is difficult to get a spark, so seeing the report of the nurse convention held at San Antonio and written by friend wife, I simply watched and when she was not looking, I swiped it and here it is. This report was read at the meeting of the county health committee Friday to a small gathering, but using it in this column it will be read by hundreds of folk. So I'm a self confessed thief and can only hope for a suspended sentence. It is word by word as the Miserable Wretch wrote it.
[Report omitted.]
For ten days have been ill with what I thought was a very fashionable disease and I was quite puffed up over it, but the other day the doctor told me that it was quite common.
Wonder why some folks appear to have the pleasure taking the joy from other folks' lives?
Last week I wrote no copy, the first skip in six years. The way I feel now, there may be none next week.
The Gus Franzen family called on me Sunday and we had a pleasant visit. Gustave, Jr. brought new spuds, Alexander onions, James a cabbage, Emma brought golden wax beans. Made a handsome bouquet for which we give thanks. Gust reports that Wednesday night some rat or a miscreant raised his chicken house and took away one hundred young birds. Too much of this petty thieving going on. Wednesday night, under the direction of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, local talent put on "School Days" for the benefit of the Woman's Club. I was not able to be present, but I am informed that it was a scream from the fellow who wore no trousers way up to the leading lady. Returns amounted to about $24.
Major and Mrs. Lincoln Putman left here last week for San Francisco, where they will embark for Manila, where the major is stationed for three years.
In the absence of S. W. Corse, Ben Mowery is rendering most excellent service as postmaster. Mr. Mowery has had years of experience in the post office service and is more than qualified.
The Daily Tribune, Franklin Theatre Section, Wednesday, May 18, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about government follies and the depression.]
This week started off just about right with a severe electrical storm. Continuous flashes and unceasing roll of thunder followed by a very high wind and heavy rain. The barns and garage at Gus Franzens blown from foundations and several other light structures moved. About ten p. m Sunday the lightning struck a cow stake out in the yard of M. S. Holsworth. Jack had the cow only two days and is now out of the milk business.
School closed this week but in my opinion it was not a very dignified closing. The junior pupils put on a play Thursday night and the high school put on one Friday night. All very well and enjoyed by those present, but where was the annual commencement? Why was the girl who completed the course not honored?
One time we had one teacher, six pupils, housed in a tent, but when the year closed that teacher gave us a proper closing and we have had such an affair every year except this year. I am out here sitting "en Sol" and I wonder who is to blame, teachers or school board. In my opinion, when one student finished the prescribed course, that pupil should have public recognition and be properly honored. The girl who finished this year is a girl of charm, of intelligence, she is well bred, filled with ambition. She ran the course and won the race. Therefore, I am congratulating Frances Eisel on her success. She passed with a generous grade. I am telling the hundreds of Tribune readers that this year Bay View Consolidated Rural High School graduated Frances Eisel, that she finished the eleven grades and that Bay View and Collegeport are proud of her.
The faculty the coming year will consist of T. P. White, superintendent; Mr. Balusek, principal; Beryl Bell, Dorothy Franzen, Louise Walter, Marie Nestor, Vera Williams and Mrs. Balusek with North Cable as janitor.
Wednesday being the 25th of May, Collegeport will observe the town's birthday as has been the custom for twenty-four years. A community dinner at noon hour, games on Van Wormer Field and at night a dance at the warehouse. Music from Bay City and if Professor Dresser will paint on the top of his moving musical studio the words, "Dresser's Music Studio," the Eagle will no doubt see it and know that music is being enjoyed by the inhabitants.
Band Box got all het up after reading "What the Eagle Saw," because no mention was made of music, so I will remind Mr. Band Box that the Eagle was away up in the air, two or three thousand feet and saw only the roofs of houses and the roadway of the viaduct on which I and the Miserable Wretch hope to walk to service at St. John's Chapel. He only knew what the buildings were because of the inscription on each roof. He never flew low enough to peep into windows and see the orchestra from the city thirty miles from the sea.
Had he flown low enough to have heard, he would have observed that music is not only sound, but it is color. Color ranges from pale amber to passionate red and blaring yellows and greens. I do not know how much of an ear the eagle has for music but he has an eye for color and so had he peeped under the awnings he would have seen color and would have known that the band was playing:
"Oh it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Tommy go away; But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins" when the band begins to play.
O! Yes we have a few souls down here as the Band Box may find out if he will come down next Wednesday.
So long as people continue to move to Collegeport, the town is bound to grow and so I record with more than usual pleasure, delight, rapture, or to make it plain to all, satisfaction in the arrival of George Austin Chiles. He was given a hearty welcome although had his name been George Archie, it would have pleased some folks. George Austin arrived straight from heaven, where angels fashion sweet, loveable little babies and so he came to us in all his first sweetness and charm just a little piece of heaven's joy. He drinks milk now, but it will not be many months before he will be buying candy bars and drinking pop same as all the other kids. Kiddies just grow up fast. Emmitt and Molly may well be proud of this flower God has added to their bouquet.
For several years the Collegeport Industrial League gave prizes for the two boys and two girls who have for the school year made the highest average grades. The prize is the sum of ten dollars divided into four prizes. This year we find that Wanda Hill won first in girls division with a grade of 95.85 and Roberta Liggett second with a grade of 95.38. In the boys division Milford Liggett stands first with a grade of 95.38 and Delvin Harvey second with a grade of 92.87. Competition was keen this year and not until the bell rang down the year's curtain did the pupils know which were the winners.
An election was held Saturday in Bay View High School district No. 26 for the purpose of voting on two very important subjects. One being a dollar tax for school purposes and the other to equalize the bond issue so that it would cover the entire consolidated district. One voting box was located at Citrus Grove and the other at Collegeport. The Citrus Grove vote is not available at this time, but in this box the vote was 57 for each question and six against. This probably insures the adoption of each question and makes the final cementing of the five old one teacher districts into a consolidated district with a first class rural high school teaching eleven grades. Instead of five small one teacher schools teaching five or seven grades, we have eight teachers giving advanced instruction. The next thing to bring about is affiliation and that will no doubt come within a year. Much credit is due Mrs. Frank King for the advance already made. Of course she has been backed up by her associates on the board. This will be splendid news for those in the north who contemplate moving to the "Magic Bottle." Oh yes, we have music in our souls and we have an ambition for better educational advantages for our kiddies.
The Daily Tribune, May 24, 32 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
About all I know this week, is what I can see from my window or what my visitors tell me.
May 25, 1909, while people from all parts of the Midcoast were here celebrating the opening of the townsite, some smart fellow, or maybe it was a skirt, but anyway this party said "we will make this an annual event and each year we will come together and remember the birthday of the town." This has been done and each year our folk have assembled and after giving thanks to God for his many blessings have sat side by side at the laden board and exchanged memories. This year, I anticipated extra pleasures in this event, but I was forced to accept the realization in my bed. However, my old friends, Agnes Liggett and Carrie Nelson did not forget me for they sent an overflowing plate of dainty food from chicken to pie and cake. Early in the forenoon came Rosalie and Ethel Nelson with a bowl of steaming hot Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. Golden yellow noodles, hiding here and there, bits of tender chicken and over all, a delicious, transporting gravy giving out an aroma that provides an enchanted carpet to realms of gustatorial delight. The girls knew that if they waited until the gang assembled and obtained one sniff of noodles, it would be good bye noodles for me. For years I have written of the loaded tables so why repeat? Everything in the food line one can imagine was there and about four hundred people participated in the table delectation. I owe my knowledge of most of the numbers to Mrs. Carl Boeker who thoughtfully jotted down brief notes. I am informed that more than two hundred autos were parked around the community house and the entrance to Van Wormer Field. Early in the day came Professor Dresser and his band from Bay City. I never heard a toot and I wonder if the Eagle saw the band. Those who heard the band play are generous in their compliments. Wish I might have heard at least one number, for then I could have written something to please the Band Box. After dinner had been dispatched, sports began with a tournament which had fifteen entrants among them being the Woman's Club entry, a little mule named "Home Brew." John Ackerman won first, Carl Ackerman second and Home Brew third. Home Brew should have been first and I am not required to give my reasons. The potato race was won by Roy Nelson with Bob Thompson second. I would enter a noodle race, but racing around for a spud when they can be bought for a cent per pound, has no attraction for me.
The ball game Collegeport-Blessing was a hot affair and required nine innings for a decision of 19-9 in favor of the home team. Van Wormer Field paid our people a big profit on this occasion for the money spent on its development for it was crowded with eager folk, interested in the various sports. The Woman's Club sold ice cream and pup and wherever the crowd drifted there followed the Woman's Club with their little pannakin of ice cream and bottle of pop.
Of course one must expect accidents at games and sports so "Tapay" White supplied this feature by being thrown when he reached for a ring. No bones broken, the only result being that he stuttered a few times after being picked up by the ambulance corp. A big dance at the warehouse finished the day's pleasure. About one hundred and fifty couples participated in the dance and a very enjoyable evening was had by those present. The Miserable Wretch had itching feet that night and could hardly restrain herself when we heard the strains of music. Duty called so she stayed at home. From all reports, it was the finest and cleanest dance we have had in Collegeport for many years, certainly since the pavilion was destroyed. This is to the credit of the management.
The Woman's Club followed with their frozen delights and little bottles of watery sweets and when they at last counted the spoils, had about a half century which will be used to aid the school. O, yes, Mrs. King headed the Woman's Club procession, but she had reliable associates.
Gus Franzen called on me as did L. E. Liggett and was delighted to have as a visitor, my old friend Doctor Harkey. Reading in John about Jesus feeding the multitude, I can readily believe that he did that, with five little loaves of bread and two sardines but I'll bet two dollars against the button Ben Mowery lost from his every day trousers that the crowd went home hungry and raided the pantry for a snack of noodles or Agnes apple pie. The moral is that no man, woman or child went away hungry on this birthday of Collegeport.
We are all fed, clothed, sheltered, in this burg and know little of what is called depression. God has been good to us. He has been kind, loving and generous, so let us all be thankful. Nearly every town in the county was represented. I hope that W. S. Holman, III would drive down, but he failed to report. May 25, 1932, will be remembered as a day of "Old South Hospitality."
So that the many thousands of readers of "Thoughts" may be comforted, I will state that my condition is somewhat improved. The valvular escarpment is not functioning in a normal manner, but the doctor says two new rings will fix that. The paradox at times runs up to 125 which of course is not favorable. The fan appears to be normal while the pandee shows considerable less inflammation. After reading this you will know as much as I do. Hope everything will be in gear and working properly by June 16, which is my birthday and I am anxious to celebrate.
It is wonderful the beautiful bouquets we make day after day from the wild flowers and grasses that grow everywhere one looks. Today we found a little fern like plant with delicate leaves that made up into a delicate table ornament. And my girl friends, bring beautiful ornamental and useful things as witness, bright red beets ready to eat and wrapped in cellophane from Ethel Nelson. If you don't know Ethel, will state that she is the talented director of the Collegeport Rhythm Band. Mrs. Liggett brings yellow snap beans while Bright Eyes brings a package marked "Compliments of the Collegeport Supply Company." I open it and find a big batch of tender calves liver. My old friend the maker of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles sent in some green cukes. All that is required is to use the beets for a center, around them spread beans and cukes and drape the liver en passant, or something like that and lo! another beautiful bouquet. I sure enjoy these bouquets. Of course I allow the Miserable Wretch to sniff once or twice.
Frances Eisel brings me her school report card and I am delighted to find that her average grade was about 93. Her home report shows that she is an active home worker functioning in some departments as high as 97 and not below 90 in any. Elizabeth's card was also a dandy and I am pleased to know that these girls have won such splendid credits. Along comes Lera and Gertrude Hunt with a fine bouquet of pink oleanders and Mrs. Ben Mowery with flounder that was three feet or less in length and weighed in its stocking feet not over twenty pounds. Thinking I was a Jew, the doctor forbid pork, but said that the "flounder" is first class fodder for you." So today, about one in the p. m., I plan to slap that flounder in my face. Mrs. Mowery is a success at floundering for few flounders wait for her stabber. They just jump into her gunny sack and rest content. I hope those who live in marble palaces on Blackstone Avenue will read this and wake up.
When Rice Institute gave its degree to Dorothy Franzen, they neglected to remove her appendix. Dorothy has been teaching several years and at the close of this years term made up her mind that she could be a better teacher without an appendix so went up to Bay City and submitted to an operation for its removal and I am more than happy to state that she is on the recovery card and will soon be home. Pretty good string of copy considering it is only a conspectus, but then you know us toilers must keep our jobs these turrible times.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 2, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
The most important thing I have read this week is that I saw in the Tribune that D. E. Merck visited Bay City on business Monday. If this party is the one I know as Dean Merck, I wonder what business took him to Bay City Monday.
Sweet sixteen is a romantic station in life's journey. Arthur Liggett planned to enter Collegeport May 30, 1916, but remembering that was Decoration Day, and not desiring to arrive when every one was thinking of other things, he postponed his arrival until the 31st. Tuesday being the sixteenth anniversary, he called thirty-two of his friends to meet with him in celebration. Twenty-seven answered the call and assembled at the Liggett home and enjoyed an evening of games and sports. As to refreshments, we know well the quality of Mrs. Liggett's service, so will say the menu ran from delicious ice cream to delicious angel's food and not until the sixteen candles burned to crisp did the happy crowd disperse. Arthur Liggett is destined to see wonders most of us only dream of. I hope he has a long life of generous service and the ability to take part in all that will come during his expectant life. I envy him the opportunity.
When Arthur was eight, along comes Bill Hurd almost to the day, so Friday Bill had his day down on the bayshore at the home of his grandparents. In as much as Bill belongs to the N. D. B. Club, he took a bath eight years ago and this week he was obliged to take another.
Bill was careful to select splendid parents in the persons of Vernon King Hurd and Emily Hurd. Maybe they are famous because they are the parents of Bill, but I feel sure that they are also famous for raising Kentucky Wonder Beans. I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately, four generations of the Hurd family and I consider Bill the choicest of the lot Why not? We brag about improving live stock by select breeding, so why not expect human generation to be an improvement?
"It was on the third of June, some people say, That Bill Hurd at midnight he first saw the day; While others declare 'twas the fourth he was born, And 'twas all a mistake between midnight and morn." --Apologies to Samuel Lover.
As I write this, I thought that I was through with birthdays for this week, but here comes the news that Mr. and Mrs. Ben Mowery have joined the grandparents club. Friday, came Benjamin Barker, weighing all of 7 1/2 pounds. Little Ben and his sweet mama Ruth are doing fine, so the wires tell us and soon he will be down here floundering with Grandpa Mowery.
We who have know Ruth Mowery since she was a cute little girl can hardly realize that she is now a mother. If Ben takes after his mother, he is going to be one fine looking fellow when he gets to be So Big.
"The baby sits in his cradle, Watching the world go round, Enwrapt in a mystical silence, Amid all the tumult of sound. He must be kin to the flowers, For no one has heard A whispered word From this silent baby of ours." --Ellen Bartlett Currier.
Friday I enjoyed a delightful visit with Gustave and Clifford Franzen. The same day they went to Houston accompanied by Mrs. Franzen and Alex to enjoy the Rice commencement exercises for Monday, Clifford will receive his degree. This makes the third member of this family to receive honors from Rice Institute: Dorothy, Arnold and Clifford. I have watched these children grow from infancy and have been amazed at the ambition that has possessed them and the progress made and I am sure each member of this community will share the pride I have in this group of young folks. Asking Clifford what he planned to do this summer, he informed me that he was going to work his way across the sea to the land of his forefathers, Sweden, that wonderful land of Gustavus Adolphus. A worthy ambition. The trip will broaden him, give him a newer viewpoint of life. It will finish his education and he will return well fitted to take his place in the world of business. I envy him the youth, the ambition, the aspiration, the vaulting across the sea in search of more knowledge.
[Two paragraphs about politics and the depression omitted.]
Here is something that is not at all funny, but is rich in good humor, "Thoughts" while lying awake at three in the morning, Monday, the 30th. "Just finished reading Irving Cobb's Speaking of Operations. He insinuates that ailments are always good topics for conversation. One is always the hero or heroine of the whole act and therefore enters into the conversation whole heartedly. Mr. Clapp, I am sorry that you are not so well. Hope you will recuperate soon. Envy me? Here I am in bed flat on my back, but I am not going to complain as I am getting along beautifully--if beautifully is a sick room expression--I am gaining strength every day. Yes, it was dull at first--no food--just a thermometer to suck, some one to hold my hand every hour and all that. Now that I get three square meals a day and can have all the company that dares enter the door, I am happy. My room is a rose garden. The nurses are so sweet. So why should I complain? Even the doctor is good to me. Had to quit reading 20,000 Years in Sing Sing. Gave me an awful night mare.
A bright girl is Dorothy Franzen and I am glad that she will soon be home with her bright smile. The coming school year Dorothy will have to depend on her degree for excellent work. Friday she was brought home and is simply lazing around gaining strength each day.
Saturday the County Federation of Women's Clubs met at Palacios. Mrs. Dorothy Corporon was the delegate from the local club and she was accompanied by Mrs. L. E. Liggett and Mrs. Anna D. Crane.
Doctor Barnett of the state board of health was the principal speaker. The newly appointed Negro health nurse, who is doing work among her people in this county, was present and delivered an interesting talk on her work. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, our county health nurse, also spoke and gave some interesting facts about the work in the county schools. The meeting was held at the Baptist Church and luncheon was served at Palacios Hotel. The next meeting will be held in Collegeport some time in September.
The salt cedar is in full bloom, covered with delicate perfume. Thousands of bees are busy collecting honey. I picked a big bouquet which adorns our old oaken board. Every day we have flowers from the pastures, many of them very dainty, refined and modest, but all beautiful. When I see flowers, that perfumes my life.
Mrs. Lutie Ramsey has started a demonstration plot on her farm of the "nine foot sidewalk." She is not operating it for profit, for she cares naught for any prophet that ever lived. She only desires to prove that this soil will produce. Growing now, she has tomatoes, sweet potatoes, Kentucky Wonder Beans, cabbage. In the poultry department she has forty-five Plymouth Rocks which she keeps in the kitchen. They are not well trained for when she leaves the house, they pop out of their quarters and are all over the kitchen floor. If any of Mr. Boren's clients wish information about soil or poultry, he might advise them to write Mrs. Lutie Ramsey for even if she don't know all about it now, she will before winter arrives.
Soon after Ben Mowery learned that he was a grandfather, some first class sense, perception, discernment, speeded into his old brain and he bought a big bag of R. J. R. This proves that Ben R. had advanced in taste and culture for R. J. R. is a gentleman's smoke. In the current number of the Red Book is a tale by Nina Wilcox Putnam entitled "Anything You Want is Yours."
I wish all members of congress and all county courts would read it. The story opens thus: "Has the depression hit Hollywood?" Why listen, Ida May, the industry is so hard up that expenses have been slashed right and left. The comedy studio executives have ordered the bathing beauties suits cut in half." And here is the idea which no one seems to have discovered. The way to meet the budget is to cut the outgo to meet the income. Stop trying to raise more money. Simply stop spending. Just plumb easy. If our budget men don't sabe, have them take a trip to Hollywood.
This string appears so good to me, that I am thinking of gawpin' aroun' next week.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 9, 1932 |
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Palacios Beacon, June 16, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about early education.]
Here in the Magic Bottle, little one-teacher schools were erected in five small districts. Seldom did they teach beyond the seventh grade and pupils with ambition were compelled to leave home at an early age. Consolidation grew in the minds of our folk and as a result five districts are now consolidated into one. This means a large central school, teaching the eleven grades prescribed by the state. Many resisted this progress in education and fought bitterly for the old antique. That they were honest in their desire, is not to be questioned. They simply had not kept up with educational progress. The world had moved beyond them. They were hiking along, far in the rear, still ambitious for the Little Red School House. Progress in education, in the arts, in science, in mechanics cannot be stopped. The movement is irresistible, irrepressible, overpowering. Men may delay, but they never can stop its movement. A new time is arriving in this Magic Bottle country. New people are coming here to seek and investigate homes. They first wish to know about the school and the church. If we can show them a modern up-to-date school, teaching the eleven grades, supplied with a library, with a science apparatus, with other equipment and with spacious grounds for athletics, they will stop, settle and become a part of the community. If they find this section cluttered up with little one teacher schools, they will pass on.
So I am telling my readers who are considering moving to this district, that we have a splendid brick schoolhouse with three other buildings housing other departments, a good reference library, a science building, a faculty of eight teachers, a large campus and a ten-acre athletic field known as Van Wormer Field which is supplied with grounds for all sports. Three busses bring the children in and take them home. The board of trustees, headed by Mrs. Frank King, is working towards affiliation and there is hope that this will be accomplished the coming year. The church is also a consolidated organization for in it about fourteen different denominations worship and thus far without serious dissension. Come on down, look us over, take a dip in the bay, catch a fish or two, some shrimp or crabs, dig out some oysters and then decide to stay with us. Dr. Van Wormer can tell you how to arrive.
Well, anyway, putting it up to the people of the old Culver, Simpsonville, DeMoss, Citrus Grove and Collegeport districts which is better. Have some thing in school facilities that will attract people or some thing that will drive them away.
Mrs. Spilogate Putorious had a cozy little apartment across the road from the post office and there she raised a fine family of youngsters. One day she heard some talk about making the nine-foot sidewalk an eighteen-foot pavement and extending it to the bay and across on a viaduct so that "we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch might walk to service at St. John's Chapel." This threw her into consternation, astonishment, panic for thought she, the traffic will be great and my family will be in danger. She went to the schoolhouse and engaged other quarters and was busy moving her youngsters, when a cruel man, named North Cable, shut the front door and when she tried to enter, she was obliged to lay down one of her children and North grabbing the opportunity, kidnaps the kid and gave it to Ruth Boeker. Ruth took it home and put it in a basket of kittens and the mama cat has taken it over and adopted it. Great excitement in the Putorious family and each night mama Putorious tries to reclaim her lost child, but thus far without success. If you call on the Putorious be very careful that you do not offer insult for the Missus is quite sensitive and might give you an odoriferous welcome.
Well, anyway, these added family duties did not prevent Ruth Boeker from going to the Girl's Reserve Camp. She was accompanied by Frances Eisel, Rosalie Nelson and Frances King. They took Mrs. Frank King along for a chapperoony or charmante if you please. Mrs. King is supposed to keep the goblins away. That makes five queens, which is a good hand to hold. No sooner did Rosalie arrive at camp than she wrote us a card of her arrival and sending us good wishes. Just like Rosalie always thoughtful. No sooner did the school trustees employ North Cable as janitor than he began to raise hobb with the school grounds. He is busy cutting grass and weeds, planting young trees, shrubs and flowers, and if the board takes no action, North Cable will ruin the school grounds. We have for years been accustomed to see the grounds grown up in beautiful tall weeds and become a veritable jungle and now North Cable is spoiling all this beautiful jungle.
Of course the readers of the Tribune have the pleasure of reading Thoughts each week but every twice in a while or oftener, other good stuff appears.
For instance in the issue of Tuesday, May 31, appeared an article by H. B. Nicholson, president of the NuGrade Company of America. Mr. Nicholson quoted St. Paul who said, "This one thing I do forgetting those things which are behind and setting aside everything that would restrain me. I Press On towards the prize of the mark of a high calling." He then told the readers how to spell depression. It should be spelled dePRESSION. Therefore, the idea is that we should Press On and forget the things of yesterday.
On the front door screen the other day we found a peculiar insect, which I identified as belonging to the group known as Phasmids. It is commonly called the walking stick. It is elongated, has long slender legs, long antennae and no wings. This one was green, but often they are brown in color. On a bush or shrub it looks like a twig, and therefore, not easy to detect. The Phasmids are plant eaters, but do little damage.
This is not the Praying Mantis which is an insect eater and a great friend of man.
I read in the papers that the Wichita, Kan. Chamber of Commerce gave to each of ten men the sum of ten dollars and asked them to go out and spend it by buying some article not more than fifty cents in value and if the clerk suggested further purchases, to spend the entire ten dollars. At night the ten men brought in the sum of $94.60 and reported that they had been able to spend only $5.40 as in not one instance did the clerks suggest further purchases. One man reported that he bought a twenty-five cent handkerchief, but the clerk did not suggest socks or suspenders or underwear. From this experiment they suspect that the clerks of that city are so fully sold on depression that they felt it useless to suggest that a customer buy more goods. Wonder if our clerks feel the same way.
Mr. and Mrs. Burr DeWald are here for a few days visit with Mrs. DeWald's kinfolks the Haisleys and Kundingers. Mrs. DeWald was formerly known as Fay Wood.
Oil simply will not [stay] down. It always rises to the top. Therefore Friday, six or eight oil scouts arrived with their apparatus and will test out the field east and south of town, using dynamite I am informed. Of course, we all hope they will be richly rewarded for many feel certain that somewhere close by is a big pool.
The other day I found in the pasture perched on the top of a huisache a dove's nest with two white eggs. Mama bird, on my approach, fluttered away trying to make me believe she had a broken wing. Next day she was on the nest and allowed me to approach within five feet.
Friday came a very high wind storm that played hobb, blowing down the beautiful pergola south of the Ben R. Mowery home, uprooting several trees and creating other disturbance. It at last formed two twisters southeast of town and observers state that they could distinctly see brush, tree tops and other debris, carried through the air. Fortunately it struck no buildings. This was followed with a rain and electrical display. But here is the tragedy. The little dove's nest was blown to the ground and the two eggs with half developed birds broken. The mama bird was disconsolate, distressed, desolate, but on my approach again tried the broken wing act, in an endeavor to draw me away from her destroyed home and family.
The Miserable Wretch is getting to be quite useful, for this week she caught a big rat that has been annoying her for some time and Saturday she captured an opossum in the store room. If any man has a better frau would like to see her picture. Just shows that women are often times useful.
Ben R. Mowery, smoking R. J. R. says, "I have come down to R. J. R." Ben is wrong. He has arrived at the refinements of Our Lady Nicotine.
The other day I received notice that a large package for my birthday would arrive Thursday the sixteenth and I was advised that it would be dropped on the station platform at El Maton and I had better arrange to receive it there. The gift weighs about one hundred and twenty pounds and I imagine it is a very sweet gift. Melvin Spoor, knowing I had no truck, kindly offered to meet the train and bring the package to Homecroft. Just imagine folks how I will be enjoying my honey next Thursday.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 16, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
On this my meeting of three score and ten, I am thinking of these things and of my mother. Mother! What a wonderful word. A wonderful mother had I. My loving, tender, beautiful, madonna, sweetheart mother. Forgive me mother for every time I have strayed from your teachings. Forgive me mother for every careless, thoughtless word, for every heartache. I know you are here and that you have heard my plea and in the waving grass, the nodding flower and the notes of the Cardinal, that just perched on my gallery tree, I hear your loving forgiveness.
" 'Tis a mother's large affection Hears me with mysterious sense, Breathings that evade detection Whisper faint and fine inflection Thrill to her power intense. Liveth she in loving thought, Tones that never thence depart, For she listens with her heart."
Birthdays come and go and at last came my great day and with it came good friends who brought with them a veritable banquet and so I had a happy day. Three big birthday cakes graced the board. In the center of one was a big red candle and when it was lighted we all stood around and made a wish. Another had a strange cabalistic? device in gold frosting on the glistening white "LXX." I wonder what that means. Any one tell? Then came Mary Louise from San Antonio. My wonderful daughter, simply would not stay away from her daddy's birthday party and so the day was full of joy, delight, happiness, ecstasy. It was the greatest day of my life and as I was ready for sleep instead of my usual prayer, I repeated that of Robert E. Bickerton.
"I rest. My journey done. I face the West again No longer feel the pain, And see the gold of the setting sun.
The lights are slowly growing dim-- My ship is going out to sea. I am slowly slipping o'er the rim, Into eternity.
But one last prayer, O God. Thou who knowest best. Before I am beneath the sod, Before I am at rest.
Let me have light To guide my way On through the night Across the bay."
John Carrick brings in some fine roasting ears. Not a worm in a car load. Arnold Franzen called on me the other day accompanied by his father, Gustave Franzen. Arnold is a delight to the eye. Well groomed, a first class set up and gives one the impression that here is a safe, sound, conservative young business man. Still unmarried, he is an eligible party for girls who seek a safe matrimonial existence. In my opinion, the girl who lands Arnold will always be able to enjoy her "potage au gras."
The other day Old Lady Pry said "Don't you think it a shame the way that Gladbird girl acts?" "What," I asked "has Minna Gladbird done now?" "Why" the old bird replied, "she drove to Bay City yesterday with a married man." Frankly, I think it just simply horrid, frightful, harrowing, if you all know what I mean.
Contrast is an easy method of measuring. It means to set in opposition in order to show the comparative excellence of defects. I have a very dear friend of many years. He is the editor of a great religious daily. He does not use tobacco in any form, drinks no liquor, never gambles, uses no profanity, or obscenity and to cap the climax, he claims that he never looks. If this last be true, he is, indeed a saint. Now by contrast look at me. I would like to go back to the Cripple Creek Club and enjoy a Swiss Ess with Mc K. Twombley, who married a Vanderbilt daughter. I would like to sit in the Knickerbocker once more and see Honest John and Diamond Jim eating rich food and see Dave Montgomery saunter in, a cane hung on his arm and leading by the leash his bull dog and all the time I would be sipping an honest brew.
In Place Viger a silver tankard of pale Old English Ale would be a delight and in the Holenden grill, a bottle of Sauterne of A. say, 1889, would grace my table. With what joy, I would go back to Rectors in New York and drink Mumm's Extra Dry, just because it tickles. I hanker to once more visit St. Hubert's Inn and sit in front of the great fire place and see the roaring, crackling flames, leap and dance, hear the wonderful organ and its lovely music and the while listen to the tinkle of ice in a tall glass of ginnfizz like Archie makes.
Now add to these sins of the past and a desire to repeat. I enjoy R. J. R. and a William Penn and asking the Lord to forgive me, I have a good sight and enjoy a look-see. By these contrasts and the standard set up by some folk, I am a sinner. I confess it all and this day of June 16, my birthday, I have a hankering to ask time to go back in its flight and allow me to repeat.
I was born during Lincoln's first term then Johnson and remember very vividly Grant's first campaign. Then came Hayes, Garfield, Arthur and Cleveland. Harrison followed and then McKinley, Roosevelt, Taft. Wilson, Coolidge and Hoover.
I have been privileged to meet Grant, McKinley and Roosevelt. I voted the first time for Blain and Logan and met defeat in Grover Cleveland whom I consider as one of our greatest presidents.
I read in the Houston Chronicle that cucumbers retail for one cent each and in the Springfield, Illinois State Journal, they are quoted at two for seventeen cents. In Collegeport, Burton Hurd goes around among his neighbors with bushels to give away. Just shows you that Springfield folk should listen to Dr. Van Wormer and move down here where depression is... [sentence was not finished]
Soon as Ruth Boeker arrived home from camp, she added a baby rabbit to her zoo and gave it to the cat to nurse along with the kittens and skunk. Now Ruth weeps, for mama Kat promptly made a satisfying meal of the rabbit.
[Paragraph about Texas railroads deleted.]
I read in the Tribune that Dean Merck is a business visitor every Monday. I wonder if he does not know that she is no longer in the hospital. Writing about Mercks causes me to recall that some weeks [ago] I predicted a wedding after school closed and so here is the latest news. John Merck, considered as our permanent bachelor, was married the other day to Miss Hazel Lowery. The ceremony, probably to avoid publicity, for John is very modest. Well here are best wishes for a long, happy and successful journey on the matrimonial ship.
Frances Eisel returned from the Girl Reserve camp well toasted, as one can observe by taking a look at her rich golden brown color. She also gained two and a half pounds, but did not inform me where she packs it.
Elizabeth stayed home and kept her strawberry and cream coloring. I notice a cut freckle on the end of her slightly retrousse nose. I enjoy looking for it, for it is quite delicious.
Had Mary Ellen advertised that on Friday, June 17, Prof. Hardbreaker would appear at the warehouse and speak on the classification, qualification and characteristics of entomology not more than six specimens of breed would have been there but Mary Ellen was a wise girl and so she told the world that on that date a barbecue would be given. Very diligently did I inquire in order that I might give credit to the proper sponsor. Some told me Vernon Batchelder, others Manford Foster, Robert Murry, Tom Fulcher, Sam LeTulle, Hugo Kundinger, George Harrison, Emmitt Chiles, "Harve" Foster. The fact is that all this bunch rolled into one, would not make as sweet a sponsor as Mary Ellen, so I call it her affair and let it go. Bright Eyes was everywhere on the job all day and more than half the night and the annual barbecue was one great success. Wild horse riding, roping contests, feats of horsemanship, made up the RA-DAY, many of the thrills. Two baseball games one for men players and one for girl players took up the afternoon in the latter game the girls beat the women's team. Emmitt Chiles acted as Empire (?) and it is said that once when the woman pitcher threw a wild ball she was heard to say "O, hell." Just shows that the "Colonel's wife and Mrs. O'Grady" are made from the same clay.
At noon it is estimated that two thousand crowded the warehouse and consumed a ton and a half of barbecued meat. Each plate was supplied with meat, bread, pickles, lemonade and coffee and iced tea served to quench the thirst. It was a happy crowd that the warehouse enjoyed. At night a dance was given, and I am informed that nearly two hundred tickets were sold and that at least eight hundred folk looked on.
Take it all in all it was the finest best regulated affair of the kind, ever given in the burg and a great credit to Little Bright Eyes. People were here from every portion of the county and many from foreign parts such as Houston, San Antonio, etc. If Mirth possessed the reporters bug, he too, would have been on hand and writ it up in his Mirthful Column.
As I watched the milling crowd, the thought came that not more than five per cent would enjoy listening to an exposition of art, science and letters. Most of them had no desire to feed the soul. They were after belly fodder and they got it in generous quantities. I still wonder why is a barbecue?
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 23, 1932 |
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THOUGHTS ABOUT MY CANE By Harry Austin Clapp
Once upon a time I had a beautiful cane. It was made by Cross of London fame and cost about ten smackers. And while I am on the subject, will state that today I would not give that many frog skins for a thousand canes, but then that was another day, when I could easily pluck dollars from the dollar bush. This cane was given to me by the person, whom I, in my facetious moods, call the Miserable Wretch. One day I and cane walked into the Hollenden Hotel, Cleveland, and while registering, I hung friend cane on the edge of the desk. When I had been assigned to my room, I reached for my cane and it was not there. Somewhere, some fellow has a swell stick. Living at the Lexington Hotel, Chicago and taking my evening strolls on Indiana Avenue, Cottage Grove or Michigan Boulevard. I swung a light bamboo which I now have. No one would steal a bamboo switch. Recovering from my recent illness, I thought it would be quite swanky to stagger about with a cane "a la Eisel" and so I took up a sturdy one, once used by my father in law whom I never had the pleasure of meeting. On the top is a carved dog head and the dog one time possessed two bright black eyes, but being an unfortunate poodle, he lost one eye and some one put in a white bead, so my dog has a watch eye which is perhaps a good thing for I am feeling quite brisk these days thank you and yours truly. On the silver band which adorns the dog's neck, is inscribed the square and compass and the words C. Vanness.
C. Vanness was not to swell as his children, for they spell the Van Ness. They think this is an improvement. My dear friend wife, should have spelled her name Louise van Ness to be truly very recherche or something like that. The cane I am now using must have seen nearly ninety years of service. What tales this one eyed dog might tell. I have looked him in the black eye and begged him to speak of what he has seen and heard, but he is a faithful dog Tray and tells me nothing so I can only dream.
"Stir the fire with your master's cane."--Swift.
My dog does not approve of stirring the fire and so he gives me a silent stare and winks the watch eye. O, yes, I used to wear a cane, also a silk hat. Prince Albert coat, pearl trousers and spats. No man can be a real gentleman, without these reciprocations, don't ya know.
Until this day, Collegeport has never had but two gentlemen, one being Sam Sims and the other Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. Today, the glory of Messrs. Sims and Eisel fades into insignificance, for when folk see me walking to town briskly swinging my trusty stick, my ninety-eight cent imported Eyetalian straw perched jauntily on my head they exclaim "Ah! at last we have a real gentlemen."
"The count's gentleman, one Cesario."--Shakespeare.
The other day we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, received an invitation to the wedding of Miss Mary Deane Yeager to Mr. William Paul Braden at Blessing at eight in the morning. Even with my stout cane, it was too far for us to walk, especially as there was no viaduct across the bay, to the paved highway, so with reluctance we sent our regrets for we have known Paul since he was a bare-footed, red headed, freckle faced little boy. I place Mary Deane first for after all a good wife is the most important thing in a man's life.
Nothing in this world will take her place and good readers of this column I know of what I write, for I am blessed with such a one. I have never had the pleasure of meeting the new Mrs. Braden but having known Paul so many years and so favorably, I do not hesitate to send both of them my congratulations and wishes for a life of felicity, bliss, delight and good fortune.
"She is mine own! And I as rich in having such a jewel! As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. --Shakespeare.
Writing about birthdays, I neglected to announce the most important one in June. On the fourth, Miss Ethel Nelson reached her ninth birthday and the event was properly celebrated with a party to which about twenty-five young friends were invited. I was not invited, so can write only from what I have been informed. I vision the table with a centerpiece of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, yellow as gold and dripping with luscious gravy, with bits of tender chicken peeping here and there. Of course, no doubt, they had such common things as cake, pie, ice cream, but they count small with noodles. Miss Ethel is the talented director of the Collegeport Rhythm Band and by the way, I wonder what has become of this one time renowned musical organization.
The oil men who have been detecting for ten days have been called away. Fine bunch of young men. They found the mother pool. They found nothing to interest them. They are favorably impressed with the situation in this section. They are not favorably impressed. That is all any of the natives know although many will wink an eye in wisdom. If these men found any favorable indications they took the information with them.
This 21st day of June at 9:53 a.m. summer began. I have enjoyed summer just one minute. Summer is the month of resurrection. It teaches us of the life eternal. It is the transition period between spring and fall. Between the season's birth and death. Let us enjoy summer while we may.
Received a remembrance card from Louise Walter dated Kerrville. Writes "I am enjoying lovely climate and getting a much needed rest." She fails to state whether she will have a Duco or Pyroloxin finish when she returns to Collegeport, but I bet it will be one of them.
Perhaps at last she will Simoniz, for it keeps them looking new.
Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Eisel of New Orleans are here for
a vacation with the Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. family. Wednesday H. L. took
C. G. down to the slough and introduced him to the reds and they brought
back a string about two rods long and I don't mean fish rods either.
Elizabeth Eisel has had her hair cut short and it ripples around her
head like a shower of molten gold bronze. I warned her that if she
spoiled those beautiful locks with a permanent, I sure would cut her
from my list. I wonder why girls will destroy beautiful hair with
permanents. I much rather would be different from all the rest, than
just one more very common of a herd. When I look at Elizabeth's bronze
locks, I wonder "Who gave that touch of gold? Who made your hair neither new or old? Who put that freckle on your nose? Who made it look like a budding rose? Who gave you that skin of silk? Who gave that color to your eye? That makes one think of walking in the rye? I guess it was the God above The God of perfect love." --Fragments from Hack
[Paragraph on taxes omitted.]
Today we are eating a peculiar fruit commonly known as from the Lycopersicum escelentum [tomato] plant. Raised on the scientific farm operated by Burton D. Hurd, further comment is necessary. The fruit is large, meaty, juicy, red as the blush of a virgin's and just as soft. Persons who say we cannot raise this fruit to perfection should go down on the bay shore and see the farm.
George Hetherington is here he says "fer a few days." Believe muh, good folks if I had the hook up he has, I would make it a permanent. Too many chances when he leaves.
Margaret Holsworth arrived home for her summer vacation and received with much eclat by all the town burghers for Margaret is some girl in our opinion. I am informed that the Chicago school board will next year grade the teachers. If the grading includes physical and mental charm as well as teaching ability, Margaret will stand about XXX which means better than the rest. Why not, she was raised right here on the bay shore. |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article."
I read in the papers, that Doctor Mayo says the human body is worth not more than sixty-seven cents.
Monday I went to Bay City to have some repairs made by Doctor Sholars and believe me or not, he charged me one dollar. Just for repairs. No wonder people yelp, about depression, when it costs thirty-three cents more for repairs than the entire machine is worth.
The Ramsey Farm is beginning to ship beautiful tomato (notice the singular) and we had the fortune to consume the first one produced. It was a rich red color, a color that is only produced in the Magic Bottle and from such rich soil, as is in the Ramsey Farm. Juicy and vivacious, it was a welcome addition to our table. The owner of the farm reports that she will have another one in a short time.
The Collegeport delegates to the Christian Endeavor Convention at Fort Worth were Mrs. L. E. Liggett, Miss Roberta, Master Arthur, Mr. Morrow and Mamie Franzen. They returned Monday night and reported a wonderful time with good entertainment and large attendance.
We have received a small pamphlet advertising "Tillyer Lenses" and so on the back is printed the words "Dr. W. F. Tetts, Optometrist." Wonder if this degree was received as a gift at the birthday party.
Reverend (not yet, but soon) T. J. Morrow, a student for the ministry is in charge of the local church during the summer months and is doing some constructive work. Tee Jay has some splendid assets for ministerial work. He has a sweet singing voice; plays the piano artistically and with expression; a speaking voice with clear enunciation and the ability to throw it to the farthest part of the auditorium; the ability to interest the youth and to attract the adult and hold them. Any minister possessed of these four is armed with possession, that will be of incalculable value to him and the people entrusted to his charge. Tee Jay being a singer, has for the past two weeks conducted a community sing-song. Solos, duets, quartettes and mass singing were on the program and several boys who did not know they had a voice except for yelling, found that they could sing in a most attractive manner. Never since the local church has been in existence, have we been fortunate enough to have one in charge who had such ability to interest our people. In my opinion the board of managers, cabinet, deacons, trustees or what not, better tie a string to this young man and bring him back when his studies are finished. Plenty of work in this bailiwick for such a man.
Local showers during the past week with result that crops are perking up and the ground has much needed moisture.
I read in the Blessing items about one W. P. Braden. Wonder if this is the same fellow as the one I have so long known as Paul Braden. Several have asked "who is W. P. Braden." Not necessary to lost Paul just because he has tooken to him a wife. Paul is Paul, but W. P. is just one more stranger.
Thursday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Boeker, Sr., about thirty assembled to do honor to Mrs. John Merck, nee Hazel Lowery, our latest bride. The house was beautifully decorated, gifts many and useful and delicious refreshments were served.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 7, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Mrs. Merle Wainer Jeter traveling through Winston-Salem, saw the twenty-six-story R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company's office building. Now R. J. Reynolds is the fellow who makes that fine R. J. R. Merle reading the Tribune is familiar with R. J. R., so seeing the building she writes "Saw this building yesterday and it reminded me of the remark in 'Thoughts'," Surely smelled of tobacco in that city as we passed through."
Then comes Mrs. Jesse Kilpatrick from Forney, Texas, with a fine poem "My Town," which I plan to see some day.
My good cousin, Nellie Clapp, now Mrs. Norman Morrison of Corsicana, writes from Toronto and sends foto of the Casa Loma, Nellie and her daughter, Louise are tripping through Canada for their vacation.
The other day, Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr., received a box of tomatoes from Groveton, the gift of Tay Pay White. He was thoughtful enough to think we might like toms, so he brought us six big beauties, each of them wrapped in pink tissue. They were a bright golden color and looked like oranges. The average weight was seven and a half ounces. No wonder people buy such toms.
Arnold and Clifford Franzen spent the Fourth with their parents and returned Monday night taking their sister, Dorothy with them. She will stay in Houston until school opens. I am not sure, but I suspect Dorothy will make contact with the insurance business, as she was at one time associated with that line.
Mrs. Burton Hurd's sister, Mrs. Nettie O'Leary, with her daughter. Mrs. Merle Groves and her son, Frank Groves, arrived here Tuesday from Kansas City for the summer and possibly longer. A welcome addition to our population. Frank is my pardner of many years. Together we have trailed elephants, lions, tigers, hippos and many other wild beasts. One time when out of food we killed a Ugambitzi which is a cross between a zebra and a jackass. This beast is peculiar because the stripes run lengthways of the body instead of around the body as in the zebra. Another peculiar thing is that the stripes go right down through the flesh to the bone. This makes the meat look unpalatable but being near starvation we consumed it with relish. We shot this animal while lost in the jungles of Booluchisertan land. Frank and I have had many such adventures and narrow escapes. In a few days we will take to the bush once more.
The other day, while walking along Pilkington slough, I found the tracks of a very fierce animal known as the Dasypodidate. We will hunt him up and bag him for a boy who can shoot flies with a rifle, can easily bag this ferocious beast. Personally I would feel safer hunting this brute if Frank Montague Jr. would toss his tootin horn away and come here and help us.
Wednesday I received a chain letter and it promised me the worst of bad luck if I broke the chain and boundless good luck if I did not. "If you take this as a joke and do not send the copies correctly, bad luck will befall you," so stated the message. I do not take it as a joke. It is far too serious for that. I take it as a piece of foolishness and I wonder why people endowed with a pin point of brains, will fall for such slushy mush.
[Paragraph about the chain letter omitted.]
It was Paul Braden who delivered a barrel of oil to me one day last week but it was Mr. William Paul Braden, who visited Collegeport Sunday. Am trying to find if they are the same person.
Every day I read the Houston papers and expect to find this item: "Mr. Dean Merck of Collegeport was a business visitor on our streets on Monday." No longer does his business take him to Bay City.
I am informed that some of our folk are using Van Wormer Field for a cow pasture. Appears to me that the school trustees should stop this at once, else they will be hunting donations soon as school opens, to repair the damage done to the baseball grounds, tennis courts and track. Roaming stock have simply riddled the library grounds.
The girl with beautiful gold bronze locks has went and done it with a permanent. Instead of a shower of bronze floating about her dainty head it is covered with a tight unnatural plaster which to my mind has destroyed beauty and given nothing in return. I ask you my girl, why not be natural? God made you beautiful. Why not stay so?
Writing about a permanent makes me think of fish. Mr. Edward Lynwood Hall went a fishing July 3 and besides catching a good string of trout and red fish some of them weighing ten to twelve pounds, caught a jew fish weighing 110 pounds and one that weighed 300 pounds. This fish was sold to a dealer in Victoria and brought thirty dollars. The fish were caught near lighthouse reef.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 14, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
In July, 1917, there was brought to Mary Louise a small ball of fluff. It had a wriggling tail on one end and a pair of bright eyes on the other. It was plastered with fleas. Mary Louise gave it a good dousing in soap suds and hung it up to dry and soon, we beheld a beautiful little puppy, with a fleece like snow and as soft as silk and a little round belly that almost dragged as he waddled about the floor. Mostly white, he had some brown and black markings and gave abundant promise of developing into a fine dog, with strong collie tendency. Of course, every dog must have a name and so thinking of Buckshot Lane of Lane City, we named the dog Buckshot. As Buckshot, he grew in stature and intelligence until at full growth he stood about 23 inches at the shoulder. Long silky hair and a brush that was a noble one, and we often wondered how it stayed in place, for it was continually on the wag.
Buckshot, in early life, acquired an antipathy for autoes and spent much time chasing those which passed our home. At the same time, he gave recognition to those that came frequently to our home and gave them a merry greeting in dog talk and taking possession, would guard them until the owner was ready to leave. Buckshot was a great fellow to talk and many times did we enjoy extended conversations. When we left the house for any purpose, when we returned night or day, we would find him waiting on the culvert to give us welcome, which he did with much barking, taking our hands in his big jaws, endless cavorting and tail wagging. He was one of the few dogs I have seen that would look one in the eye. His eyes were a soft, rich brown and without flinching, he would hold his gaze. At times he seemed to be looking into one's soul.
Sunday morning, July 3rd, he greeted me as usual with his good morning talk and after playing for awhile, gently biting my hand, we shook hands and he trotted down the road. Buckshot never came back. We have missed him as a fine pal, a good friend, one of our family and as the personal property of Mary Louise. We loved Buckshot and he loved us. No one could know him as we did and look into his eyes, without feeling that he had a soul, a dog's soul, it is true, but somewhere Buckshot's soul is resting along with the souls of other fine canines.
One time Lord Byron owned a fine Newfoundland which he named "Boatswain." When this dog died, Byron wrote an obituary epitaph, which has become immortal, for on the grave he carved this verse:
"To mark a friend's remains These stones arise, I never had but one, and here he lies."
If I knew where Buckshot is buried, I would read these words above his grave. He was a friend that never failed. Depression had no place with him for he always laughed and smiled and wagged his tail. The God of dogdom be with you good old pal, our Buckshot.
I read in the Chronicle that "an aged man ran amuck and after stabbing two men and a woman, then stabbed himself, twice with an ice pick in the home of his estranged wife." I wonder why he did not stab himself in the heart.
Monday this section was treated to a rain, estimated to have been one and a half inches.
Same day came Gustave Franzen, the son of Gus, and some times by his school comrades called "Goose." I do not approve of that name for this Gustave, for he is far from being a goose. He is a hard working, ambitious, dependable lad; and an anchor to windward for his father. Well, anyway, now that you know with Gustave I mean, will inform you that he brought us a bunch of roastin' ears that were a delight to the eye and taste. Young, tender, succulent with kernels like pearly white teeth of a Venus. The corn was so full of rich milk, that when I dropped one of them, about a quart of milk ran out on the kitchen floor. About a quart? O, maybe a little less. As to the teeth of Venus, I don't know as she had teeth, but I do know that she had beautiful hips and a swell bust. Either one an eye full. Well, anyway, we enjoyed the roastin' ears. It will be good news for my readers to know that as a loving husband, I have provided friend wife with an incinerator.
Tuesday a grass fire, out of control, threatened to burn the handsome Hurd home and that occupied by the Mason Standish Holsworth family. Had it not been for the activity of the local fire department, led by Frank Groves, both residences would have been destroyed. Frank wore his red pants, which no doubt frightened the fire demon. Suffering flounders, it do beat time how much goes on in this village by the sea.
Tuesday no train and therefore no mail, so no letter from Mary Louise. Reason, seven bents of the Mopac Colorado River bridge burned, shutting off all traffic.
Last week I wrote a few lines about a permanent and I wish now that I had not mentioned the subject for it got me in pretty bad with a certain young lady who is very attractive to me, so much that I very much desire to keep in her good favor. When is a permanent not a permanent? When a fairy tells that it is not a permanent. Three beautiful fairies came walking down the road Thursday night and while two of the fairies waited at the entrance to Homecroft, one of them came into the house and said: "I came to tell you that I did not have a permanent." Giminy, I was scared for a moment, for I always was a bit timid in the presence of fairies, and with two at the gate and one in the house, I sort o' had a trembly feeling. I looked and saw at once that his fairy did not have a permanent for her bronze gold hair floated about her head like waves of spun floss. It was beautiful and I feasted by eyes on the gorgeous locks and the sweet face with the red lips and soft eyes. Then I no longer trembled with fear for I recognized that before me stood my good girl friend and so I apologized for my error and am now reinstated in her affections. I tell you, us men must be careful what we say about our girls.
"Listen where thou are sitting, Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lillies knitting, The loose strands of thy amber-dropping hair." --Milton
Death passed over our burg the other night and took with him Buck. Buck has been the faithful and loving companion of C. W. Boeker for eleven years and had reached a ripe and respectable old age. He was deaf, but not dumb, and slept out on the "nine foot sidewalk" and it is surmised that he was struck by an auto for he was found dead in the early morn. C. W. loved him so that a funeral was arranged. William Goff was the sexton. Kent the preacher, C. W. the chief mourner and Ruth, the choir. Interment was in the local dog cemetery and as soon as C. W.'s grief is assuaged, alleviated, soothed, he will look for another dog friend.
Friday, Mrs. John B. Heisey reached the seventy-second mile stone in life's journey and so the old timers to the number of twenty-five, assembled at the Heisey home with their baskets of eats to do her honor. According to reports, every one had an enjoyable time and wished Mrs. Heisey many more years of enjoyment and happiness.
Friends of Mrs. S. W. Corse will be glad to learn that she has so far improved as to be moved to the home of her daughter, Mrs. Charles Duller of Blessing. The trip was made with ease so I am informed. Doctor Wagner accompanied her and saw that she was properly cared for on her arrival. Mrs. Corse has been ill for many weeks and has made a determined and brave fight for recovery.
North Cable is doing some fine work on the school campus, putting out flower beds, planting trees and building a walk from the gate to the main entrance. A cement gallery is being laid for the main entrance to the community house, an improvement much needed.
How many saw the beautiful sun set Saturday evening. The sun went down as fire, in an opalescent sky. Fingers of flame shot to the zenith, flashing the colors of the rainbow. It was a gorgeous sight which would tempt the artist.
Saturday was a sizzling day and the mercury stood at 102, and our east gallery in the shade at three p. m. with not a breath of air to stir the leaves.
Every day, from the pasture, I bring in bouquets of wild flowers. Most of them would be passed by as weeds by the observer, but we find them beautiful and so we always have flowers on the table and mantle.
The past week has given us extra fine flounder conditions so Mesdames Mowery and Boeker, went out one night and brought in thirty pounds of that splendid fish. It is reported that when these women appear with their light, the flounders simply say "O, what's the use," and welcome the stabber.
Mrs. Flora Morris of Houston is visiting her sisters, Mrs. Burton D. Hurd and Mrs. Nettie O'Leary. She leaves Tuesday and will then go to Duluth and spend the summer with her son, Arthur Morris.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday July 21, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Sunday, July 17, the mercury stood at 104 in the shade at 2 p.m. Not a breath of air stirring. In the evening, clouds began to gather and at ten the storm struck with a violent wind that is estimated to have been about a 60-mile breeze. Continuous flashes of lightning and booms of thunder and a dash of rain which was far from being sufficient. It caused us natives to be a trifle skeery, but by one a. m. all was quiet along Pilkington Slough and rest came to the burg.
The sing-songs given by Tee Jay every Friday night are very popular. It is bringing the young people together. Tee Jay, a sometime splendid pastor, has started a worth while work.
A West Texas reader writes "I enjoyed your 'Roastin' ear Thoughts," especially what you wrote about advertising. It was fine and hope you write more like it. Our family waits for the Tribune with impatience so we may read Thoughts."
And here is one from way up North--"Enclosed is an essay on depression written by a Texas editor. You may read it but if not I thought you would be interested in reading it. You could probably write better Thoughts however on the same subject. Last winter I wrote you a letter which you printed. There was no identification of the writer, so when the paper came, I passed it over for Mrs. X to read. She read it through once and then started over and read it nearly through a second time when she said "Here's a fellow that sounds a lot like you." Maybe we didn't have a laugh out of that. We still read your column with interest and are still hoping for the development of Collegeport into the resort community that it ought to be. We hope you and Mrs. Clapp will keep well so you may continue to be of service down there." Beautiful flowers filling my soul with perfume while I am living. 'Tis a joy to receive such letters. If "Thoughts" caused a man and wife to laugh these times, the column is sure good medicine.
The article her refers to is an editorial by Henry Ansley in the Amarillo Globe-News entitled: "I Like the Depression." Thoughts may be by some consideration a worthless, miserable, valueless effort, but even if this be true, some good comes from the column, for instance it causes the county auditor to study his dictionary.
The King's daughters met at the home of the maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, Thursday with a large attendance, there being twelve members present and thirty-four guests. The receipts were something like ten cents, probably less for the guests were short sports and did not loosen up anything but their belts. They were well fed and departed with protruding tummies. The usual business session, a good program and a table loaded with rare food were features of the meeting. I was not invited until after dishes were washed and the fragments fed to the chickens. Fried chicken has small attraction for me, but as no noodles were served, I missed little. I thank Rosalie for the belated invitation for it showed that she thought of me.
The school board is spending some good cash and under their direction, North Cable is doing much work beautifying the school campus. On each side of the main entrance he planted flowering shrubs that were blooming. One morning he found that during the night, one had been torn up and thrown on the walk. A clinging ivy had grown up to the first story windows. It was pulled from the wall and trampled in the dirt. I have searched my dictionary for words to express my disgust and contempt for the miscreant that would do such foul deeds. And I fail. Such words as I might use the, Tribune would not print. Supposition and suspicion point, but there being no evidence, arrest, and punishment for this violation is suspended. I hope the fellow who accomplished this destruction will read this and take warning for suspicion may develop into evidence and then a jury and judge will confront the filthy dog who spends his time in destroying attempts to make our school campus a place of beauty.
Our old oaken board has been adorned this week with bunches of Carmen grapes raised by Mr. S. W. Corse, judge of the seventh judicial district. The fruit is dark purple in color, almost black, sweet juice and pulp and it is rust proof. The vine is five years old and this is the third crop. It is a prolific producer and should attract the attention of other fruit lovers. The counter of a "food shoppe" should be used for the assembling and wrapping of food, and therefore, it should never be used for the resting place of the posterior portions of the human anatomy. Neither should it be used by girls as a couch for their noonday nap. It does not add to the palatability of foods to know that the counter has recently been wiped by dirty greasy overalls.
Well, anyway, writing about grocery counters makes me remember that just thirty-seven years ago, this 24th of July, I tipped the preacher who married me to Louise Van Ness. She promised to love, honor and obey and she has. I only agreed to cherish and I have. Thirty-seven years is a long time to look at one face. I confess that my eyes have strayed many times as other faces and legs heaved into sight but like the compass needle which always points north, I always come back to Maw when night fell or anyway before the sun rose. We started out all right, but soon acquired culture and refinement which meant twin beds. When we came to Collegeport, we were forced to drop our culture and what came with it and adopted the old style hay burner and I am telling you boys that even if it does mean that friend wife snuggles her cold dogs in the small of ones back, it pays to be friendly with such a good friend. Have had ups and downs, quarrels and make ups, as I guess all have, but out of all has come confidence and love and happiness and I'll bet a bucket of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles against a scrub pup that not on earth is there a happier old couple than I and the miserable wretch. The moral is, discard the twin beds and use the old four poster.
The Matagorda County Tribune, July 28, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
No use looking in the dictionary for the definition of hectic, for you will learn nothing Hectic in this place, means a hot bunch of good time. It means an increase of affection. The making of new, felicitious, joyous, charming tics. The sports. A passionate, loving, happy discovered friendships. All this was planting and the growth of newly brought to us when the caravan led by Chester A. Boren arrived in Collegeport. The trekkers: Fred Ballhorst, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Seymour, Floyd Sargeant, Margery Sargeant, Inez Sargeant, Margaret Gilmore, Everett Sargeant, Venette Johnson, all from the tribal grounds of the Illini. Messrs. Boren and Sargeant are in charge of the townsite and engaged in the business of promoting the erection of the sanitarium and viaduct. It was a sight seeing and business journey and much has been accomplished towards the development of plans that will yank this community from the dumps and establish it in its proper place. We, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, have been accustomed to retire to our nightly siesta about nine in the P.M., but not this week, for we seldom hit our bale of hay before two in the A.M. of the next day. It was like a three ring circus only this was at least a five ringer. Something doing every moment. I took the four Sargeant kids (including Johnnie) and introduced them to the Red Bird and the Olive Flower and at once, business began.
When these young folks arrived, they said "Dad, for goodness sakes, how long will we have to stay in this dump?" Dad shook his head in sorrow and gloom and replied "O, perhaps three days." After they met the Red Bird and the Olive, the sun shone brighter, the fresh breeze from the bay brought new delightful perfumes and now as they leave, Collegeport has been sold again and they long to return, especially does Everett for from all appearances, though he takes his body back to Galesburg, he leaves his heart in Collegeport. Parties in Palacios and here, swimming in the translucent waters of the bay, crabbing, fishing, trips about the county, filled the time to repletion. Margery was the successful crabber, for when they saw her cute feet, for simply stepping on them, they gave up and jumped into her sack without a protest. I don't blame them at all, for I, too, would jump into her sack a willing prisoner for life.
Inez was the champion dare devil when it came to swimming, for at one time she braved the vicious, angry seas, and waded way out, until the water was knee high and that don't mean very deep. Margaret Gilmore borrowed a pair of my shoes to use in floundering, for she did not care to get her tootsies wet. Stepping in a hole to escape an angry flounder, that from her description must have weighed one hundred pounds, she fell into the bay and lost my shoes, so although I know the location, I must go in bare feet. If it be true that Everett returns to Illinois a man without a heart, he may take comfort in knowing that his heart is in safe hands, hedged about by a ring. If Everett wants to know how to removed a ring, he is instructed to consult with Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. or Harry Austin Clapp for both have had experience.
We all hope that Fred Balhorst will return and become a member of the community. We need such men as Fred for he has the reputation of being a very successful farmer. He knows how to do things and has been prosperous as a corn grower and a hog producer. Come on back home Freddie. The week ended in a delightful crab gumbo dinner at the Eisel home and as we gathered about their hospitable board, we all will only say that when making up a bouquet of feminine grace, one only is obliged to add Frances and Elizabeth to Inez, Margaret, Venette and Margery to have something that not only delights the eye, but gladdens the souls craving for the beautiful. Six fine, clean, wholesome, intelligent, sweet girls. Impressible and susceptible as I have always been, there is no wonder that I have fallen again. Well, anyway, this all makes me think of the bonus army who are seeking what they term relief.
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Mrs. Richard Corporon entertained a party at forty-two Thursday night and I am informed that an enjoyable evening was had by those present.
The Hug the Coast Highway is the result of organization. From the time it leaves Palacios it is no longer hugging the coast for it goes way back twenty, thirty, fifty miles from the coast and may no long be considered the third line of defense. It thus loses its military value. To be a true coast hugger, it should have crossed the bay on a viaduct at the foot of Central Street and on east across the Colorado River, intersecting the Matagorda-Bay City road at Gulf, pass through Gulf and keeping the coast in view, follow it to Freeport and on then to Houston. We so very much desire the viaduct connecting Palacios with Collegeport, so that we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel, that I am giving notice, that in the near future an effort will be made to organize the bay shore drive from Palacios to Freeport. Citizens along this route may therefore take notice and sit up on their haunches and get ready to participate. This will be a true Hug the Cost and a dependable third line of defense. The ceremony celebrating this magnificent bay shore drive will start at Collegeport and the procession of several thousand automobiles will be lead by I and the Miserable Wretch on foot. Therefore the drivers of autos are warned to drive slow so as to not to over-ride us footers. We will cross the viaduct to Palacios and then on to Freeport.
The handling of our mail by what is known as a "Star Route," presents some desirable features but will we be willing to pay the cost? Such service will give us nothing we do not now enjoy and it will result in a cost which no intelligent thinking man can easily contemplate. The railroad is now carrying the mails as it has done for many years, but modern, easy transportation for the individual has gradually eaten away its income until it is apparently gasping a last breath. Take away the mail service income and we may expect the closing of our station, the throwing of the agent out of the job, the loss of express service, the loss of a daily train.
Since our old train service has been discontinued, I have been in close touch with railroad executives and there is at present a strong prospect that this fall our old train will be put back provided nothing is done to further eliminate revenue. The men who operated that train drew pay to the amount of over twelve hundred dollars per month and considerable of that sum was spent in the community. We have lost that, but there is an opportunity to recover it. Lest we go too far with plans to cut from the railroad the last of their steady revenue let us give serious thought to the cost. Do we as a community wish to pay? Do we desire to live in a railroadless community. Some no doubt do not care so long as they as individuals may profit. No town was ever built on selfish desires. We must hang together or believe it or not we surely will hang separately. Think hard my friends before going farther on the road to community destruction.
The shade of sorrow was drawn across our community Monday and all mourn the passing of one of our most prominent figures. No person can live in a community twenty-two years and all that time be an important figure in every civic work and not be missed and mourned. Minnie L. Keeler was born in Montpelier, Vt., March 2, 1862. Seth W. Corse was born in the northern part of the same state close to the Canadian border. Time passed and they met, loved and were married October 15, 1885. For some twenty years, they made their home in Montpelier and finally removed to Collegeport where they have since resided. For forty-seven years, Minnie and Seth have together walked the paths of life. Roses richly laden with the perfume of joy and happiness have been plucked along the path. Thorns have pricked at times as a reminder that life is not all pleasure, but the path widened, flowers grew more abundantly, the perfume of the joy and peace that comes with the fading years was theirs in an abundant measure and so this day when Seth Corse has come to the parting of the way, he may truly say that in the possession of this woman and his life with her God has been lavish in His blessings. All I can say after a friendship lasting all these years is a prayer that God will receive into His loving care the soul of Minnie and that He will watch over and hold close and enrich the soul of Seth who is left to finish the journey.
This union was blessed with four children, but two of them passed away early in life. The two daughters living are Mrs. Charles E. Duller (Lena) of Blessing and Mrs. Major Lincoln Putman (Pearl) of the U. S. army stationed at Manila, P. I. Ever since coming to this community, Mrs. Corse has been an active participant in every civic movement. She was a charter member of the Woman's Club and served several terms as president. Past president of the County Federation of Women's Clubs, delegate to the district conventions and delegate of the state conventions. She was one of the women who organized the club library and was faithful in her interest in that work until her last day. She was also active in church and Sunday School work. Several years ago, President Coolidge appointed her postmaster of the local office and as such has given us splendid postal service. Always a leader in these efforts, she was ever ready to advise with her associates and act as the majority deemed best for the community.
With the passing of Minnie L. Corse, this community has lost a dependable leader, so no wonder that we all mourn. The funeral service was held in Blessing at the home of Mrs. Charles Duller, with Reverend Ray of Palacios reading the service. The only music was the singing of her favorite song Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar." This was at her request. Something like forty autos brought friends from all portions of the county and they came with hearts filled with sorrow and sympathy. Interment was in the Palacios cemetery. Requiscat in peace.
"Such souls Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages." --Sir H. Taylor.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 4, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
A West Texas woman reader of the Tribune writes "Your thoughts were fine last week. You said 'speaking of grocery store counters, that reminds me that 37 years ago to day' and told about your marriage. I don't see why counters should remind you of her." If the readers will come to Collegeport and visit with us Homecrofters, I will explain the connection.
The Junior Christian Endeavor, under the direction of Frances Eisel, held a picnic on the north bay shore Wednesday. They were liberally supplied with delicious eats, went in bathing, caught a few crabs and some jiggers and returned home vowing they had never had such a time in all their young lives. Miss Roberta Liggett is in bed nursing a cooked tummie and blistered back and several others are using same treatment. A bright sun on a sparkling water paints delicate skins in brilliant colors.
A Texas reader of the Tribune sends this to me. It is called "The Buck's Grabber's Creed" written by R. C. Spinning and taken from the Kiwanis Magazine.
"O, Lord, deliver me, I prey, from berds that feel that they was meant, to do the grate big things in life to be the dollar, not the cent, the fellows who are apt to feel that jobs which they shood ot to do are far beneath there mitey class, & pass the bukk to me and you, but give me, Lord, the gi who thinks he aint to good to do his part, & bukkels into every job--& does his best, with all his hart, the praktiss that this berd will git in doing things that maybe small, will make him reddy for the job the uther berd cant tutch at all And help me, Lord, to be this gi that grabs each buck as it come ni."
A good prayer and a good creed and I thank the Texas reader for sending it to me.
Those Republicans in Bay City sure have their nerve. I read in the paper an account of the Republican County Convention. It said that Hon. J. J. called the meeting to order; Hon. W. W. W. was elected County Chairman; Hon. R. O. K. was elected County Secretary and Hon. W. W. was a delegate to State Convention. Now I don't object to this Honorable business at all provided it is well distributed. It is all any of them will receive so let em have it. What I object to is the way they treat us Precinct Chairmen, for we are not even entitled to be called mister. Our names appear as W. P. B; H. A. C. and so fourth and so long. Appears to me that the fellows up in Bay City should pass out a few Honorables to us privates for we do most of jimmying and get most of the kussin.' It's a hard job to round up the rannies out of the bush. If we are not Honorables, at least dub us Excellencies.
Mr. and Mrs. Andes drove down from Lincoln, Illinois, to have a "visita" with Mrs. Andes' sister Mrs. Carl Boeker. This is not Mrs. Andes first trip to the little burg that lovingly snuggles close to the bay shore. She is therefore prepared for a beautiful time. They can't stay away after once drinking the water that flows from our artesian wells.
Six people appear to be ambitious to destroy what railroad facilities we now have, drive twenty people from our community, deprive the rice growers and cattlemen of shipping facilities and in fact they appear to contemplate with undisguised pleasure the transforming of this community into a railroadies burg. Last week I mentioned something about the price we would be called on to pay if a Star route is established. In addition, I will state now that if the road is abandoned, it will mean quite a cut in school funds, for the railroad company pays considerable taxes in this county and some of the tax is on the fifteen miles of track between Collegeport and Buckeye and the equipment used. We need every penny we can scrape if the school board is to go ahead with their plans for an affiliated school. We can not afford to lose any portion of the funds. Think this over. Last Monday information came to me that our old train service would be back in about thirty days. This means that the crew and their families will live here, pay rent, board, buy food, gas, lube, cold drinks, cigs, and to make it short, spend considerable of their wages right here. It also means the employment of an engine watchman and in the end will effect the lives of about twenty five people. This will not come to us if the last steady income is taken from the railroad. No one with more than a fourteen year brain can contemplate this with pleasure. It is a community tragedy. I hope the patrons of this post office will meditate, ponder well, reflect, before they are drawn into such community destruction. Our railroad gone, it will require two thousand one hundred trucks to haul the rice and cattle out. Consider the cost to our "nine-foot sidewalk" which is barely able to stand the present light traffic. No pavement and no money to build anew and back to dirt roads we go. It might be well if the officials of the Bay City Post office play in their own yard and allow us to play in our yard. I expect criticism, animadversion, censure, but what care I? I have never been a knocker. I have always stood for forward movement. I desire to keep all we have and acquire more. Always it is faith in someone or something that inspires us to lift our work above the commonplace.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 11, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Mr. Floyd Sargeant with his son, Everett, two daughters and Miss Venette Johnson left here Sunday morning for their home in Galesburg, Ills. Sunday night they stopped with some kin folk at Jacksonville, Texas, and left their car parked by the side of the house. On the rear was their trunk, containing the girls dresses and several suits belonging to the men, cameras, several purses, hose, shoes and in fact all their belongings except what they wore for the trip. In the morning the trunk was gone and the car had been stripped of everything of value. Surprising that such a crime could be committed in a town as large as Jacksonville. They had such an enjoyable time in Texas and it is just too bad that on their last day some miscreant should rob them of all they had. I am very glad that Frances and Elizabeth were not in that trunk for I sure would miss them.
The Boren portion of the caravan, consisting of C. A. Boren, Miss Margaret Gilmore and Fred Ballhorst, left Collegeport Sunday night by a route that takes them to Fort Worth and Tulsa. I am informed that several farmers have applied for land on the townsite for the planting of corn and cotton. Waving crops will look much better than fields of weeds and huisache.
When the proposed Star Route is in operation and there is no longer a daily train service, shippers of poultry, eggs and other L. C. L. freight, will enjoy trucking it at extra expense to Bay City or Palacios. And people who have bought articles that must come by freight in L. C. L. lots will enjoy going to Buckeye or El Maton for their freight and especially will they take pleasure in paying for the extra haulage. Figure it up one side and down the other and the cost of a star Route will be so excessive that our folk will be on their knees begging for the return of rail service. We have it now, so let us encourage it instead of strangling it to death.
Fishing must be good down the bay for E. L. Hall reports that his party took about 175 pounds the other day among them being two twenty five pound Gulf Mackeral. The fish were packed in ice and taken to Mart by the visitors who were much pleased with their fishing trip
Friday, the Army from Camp Hulen worked out a military problem on a location between Victoria and Cuero and returned to camp late that night. About nine PM us Homecrofters retired to our couch as usual, but about ten o-clock were awakened by the lights of an auto. A voice at the door announced a caller and to our delight it was Major Latson who drove over for a visit. Major Latson at home in Amarillo is just plain Doc. Latson and wears civics, but down here he wears more harness than any bull fighter. The Major is a genial and well met gentleman and over a midnight lunch and intellectual conversation, or colloquy, as some might say, we had an enjoyable two hours and it was with regret that we heard him crank up his auto and depart where duty called.
Thursday night, under the moonlight, on the bay shore a the Holsworth home, a lawn party was given in honor of M. A. Travis and Paul Janes, both at one time pastors of the local church. It was also an honor for Jay Tee Morrow who has been spending the summer here in charge of the church. He will leave in a few weeks for a training at a seminary in Chicago. About fifty were present and an enjoyable time was had.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 18, 1932 |
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Palacios Beacon, August 18, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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"Elizabeth had a dear little dimple, In the midst of her sweet chin To me it always was a riddle Why it was in the middle Of that wonderful sweet little chin But alas and alack, now the dimple Is just a pompous, haughty pimple, In the middle of her sweet chin." --Fragments From Hack.
The Ramsey farm made its first shipment of sweet potatoes Saturday, August 20th. On that date two potatoes were sent to market. Fine, well formed, with exquisite flavor and excellent texture and color. This shipment marks an epoch in our farm history.
The King's Daughters met at the Hurd home Thursday, with an attendance of thirty seven, most of them being guests. The splendid repast always served by this organization draws the hungry from far and near. This time fried chicken was first on the menu. I had a special invitation, but finding no Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, would be exposed before my gaze, thought best to stay at home and help the miserable wretch wash out some duds.
Friday night the regular "sing-song" was given at the Community House. The program was under the direction of Jay-Tee and was of more than usual excellence. About one hundred were present. Another will be given this week and soon after Jay-Tee will leave, much to our sorrow. This young man, who some day will make his mark as a preacher, has accomplished some excellent work in this community. He has unusual ability in bringing people together and holding them. The people of this town are going to miss the cheery presence of this talented, some time splendid preacher.
The army camp is over. The last troop train has departed. No longer is heard the rattle of soldier equipment, the boom of big guns, the tat-tat of machine guns and the City By The Sea may turn over and take another snooze. When they found out that we would not be present at the review, they wired Washington for a special inspector and he came by plane. He found most of the outfit packed and ready for the home trip. An order was barked and unpacking and inspection was the business of the camp.
From appearances, most all of us felt Saturday morning--the 13th, that a storm was brewing, but few expected that it would come so soon. All day the wind was variable with frequent shiftings. Night fell with increasing wind velocity and about midnight the storm, a true hurricane, struck us at about a 65 mile clip. Fortunate for us, we were just outside the destructive area so only suffered trifling damage. The roof of the chicken house at the Ramsey farm was torn off and the building dropped from its supports. A few trees lost their limbs, cotton was blown down and considerable ready to pick, blown from the bolls. Rice suffered also in some cases, ripe grain being blown fro the straw. Water poured into most of our houses and few took off their clothes that night. The next morning, all was quiet and serene and the day was one of beauty. Not so well did the people around Angleton and Freeport fare, for they were hit with repeated blows by the storm demon which lashed that section with unusual severity. Death, destruction, suffering, was left after it passed. Man is so helpless when the forces of nature are loosed. All he can do is to look up to his God and pray for aid.
That morning the Carl Boeker family, accompanied by their guests Mr. and Mrs. Andes, went a fishing in a motor boat down to the pass. There they were caught by the storm and the boat, although anchored by two big anchors weighing something less than a ton, dragged and was soon dashed on the beach where it was continually covered with the heavy seas. A fine way to pass the night, but they did and arrived back Sunday afternoon none the worse. Since then, the men have been swaggering about with a seaman's rolling walk, hitching up their britches, spitting from the corner of their mouths and giving an impression of hard boiled seamen. The women of the party also hitched up their, O, well, I don't know what they hitch, but anyway, they also attempt to make every one believe they are still walking the deck of a wind tossed and sea swept ship. They went a fishin' but all they got was back. This is the song Ruth Boeker sings
"I love, O, I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, Where every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'west blasts do blow."
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 25, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
I often observe how many observe and admire the beauties of our Texas sunsets. Few of our guests, from other parts, fail to see the beautiful color displays and are enthusiastic. Night after night a new coloring appears. Sometimes, quite modest in the use of the primary colors and at other times nature seems to draw from all the shades that she may display God's paintings on the sky.
The sun was beginning to set and dusk was lowering like a velvet curtain. The waters of the bay were spangled with flashes of ruby and amethyst lights, from the glittering stars. All about was the sigh of a tired day, the beckoning of restful night. Here and there, a flash leaped into the sky, like a torch flaming to the fading sky, lighting the gathering shadows in the wake of the sinking sun. The sickle of yellow moon was partly hidden by floating clouds and the blue sky was like a bowl of sparkling jewels. Palacios was silhouetted against the smear of red and gold that stained the sky. The moon appeared like an ivory sickle. The sickle moon, swinging over the star lit bay, the air filled with perfume and tropical, the evening lights--the stars--the fading sun--the perfume from the breasts of mother earth, the glory of the dying day.
The bay became striped, with banners of cobalt or turquoise. Beneath the blue robed and star diamond sky, colors twinkled, gleamed, flickered. The sea was pale, with the paleness of gray silk. Starlight clung like an incandescent mist. Pools of shifting purple shadows billowed away, until misted and veiled by distance. Sunset colors rioted over water and land. Like a play of soundless flames, the colors of the rainbow gave way to all the shades of the color scale. In this pyrotechnic display, shafts of ruby, gold and pearl leaped into the sky, as if loath to go with the dying sun. Fingers of turquoise and cobalt reached to the stars imploring for aid. Fading light colors tamed, glowed a last spark, died. The sun gone. Night came. Note even a glow could be seen on the clouds that fled before the chasing moon. All was quiet on Pilkington Slough. Rest came.
Small Town Copy.
J. T. Yesterday put on a "sing-song" the other night and Miss Ethel Nelson was easily the star of the evening. The young lady has a sweet voice and an audience to her means only some one to sing to.
Vernier Briscoe, our genial grocer got in six cans of beans last week to replenish the stock. His associate, Maria Eleanor Fristonet, told ye scribe that next week they would have a treat for our folk, with the arrival to two dozen bananas.
Heigho Kutzzinger, local cold drink dispenser, has invented a new drink which he calls "Slippery Sal" because the principle ingredient is slippery clum. His wife says it is bound to slip easy especially with some of the heavy drinkers.
Cal Brice, always looking to the interest of his patrons, brought in by truck another sack of sugar.
Mr. Stillwater was down here last week trying to sell a well known auto (name omitted because we charge for advertising) but it is no longer known as Lizzie.
Mr. S. W. Corset has developed a hen which lays square eggs. This is going to be great for lovers of soft boiled eggs for they will no longer roll about the table.
Aunt Hannah Pry fell down the other day trying to go into the church on the new gallery and broke her nose. This will keep her nose out of other folks business for some time.
Emerit Giles is running a harvester for Mel Spon. Emerit says the rice is holding up good and hopes the gallon jug will last until the crop is all in.
Mr. P. W. Nedarb was a business visitor on our streets Saturday. If he was not already married, the business might be something else.
R. B. Murine, our postmaster, says he will resign the place, as so many postal cards come in that he cannot read all of them. He claims it is part of his duty to read all postal cards to be sure that nothing vicious is writ on them. He does not like three cent postage, because it takes too much time to make change.
Uncle Zeke Slivers undertook to kick a mule the other day and dislocated his starboard hip. He is in the hospital for some weeks. We bet he will let the mule to the kicking next time.
Miss Cyanthia Beller is suffering from a rush of blood to the head. She was hanging out clothes and tried to do some fancy high kicking, with result that she tangled her foot in the clothes line and hung head down till rescued. Better not be so frisky Cyanthia next time.
Mrs. Grus Cinerea, our enterprising grocer, got in two pounds of bacon last week, but says it won't last more than a week or ten days the way folks are going after bacon.
Miss Weeze Retlaw has returned from her vacation and will soon reopen her academy where she teaches art and science to our youth. Hello! Weezie.
Mrs. Murine, wife of our distinguished P. M., has a cow named Blossom. Monday Blossom dropped a Cherry. We predict that when Cherry grows up, she will produce pink milk flavored with delicious cherry.
It is thought that Miss Eliza Lesei was suffering from a boil on her chin, but Doc Wagoner diagnosed it as a bite from a crab. Eliza better watch out or some day a big crab will eat her up.
Miss Francesca Lesei is down with a spell of soldier fever. The gals all fall for a uniform, especially if worn by an M. P. Ye scribe is glad the soldiers have went away for now Francesca will no doubt make rapid recovery and have time to think of E. Ha! Ha! Francesca.
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A reader from way up north writes "I still take the Bay City Tribune and enjoy your column. You must be in pretty good condition because your thoughts still cling to legs and that is a sure sign that you are alive and husky." That fellow is far from the correct idea. I seldom look at legs these days. O, of course, If something classical comes my way, my eyes do wander and linger but it takes fine lines and beautiful curves these days to catch my eye. Saw a pair of beauties yesterday and thanked the Lord for good eye sight.
Tuesday night, she whom in my jocular moods I call the miserable wretch, asked "what will we have for supper?" I replied "I don't know what you will have but as for me it will be an omelette." "An omelette," said she "when did you ever graduate as an omelette expert?" I gave her a look of pity, mingled with some disdain and told her to watch her lord and master. In a frying pan I put a big lump of butter and heated it. Three eggs, with two tablespoons of milk salted and peppered were well beaten into a light creamy froth. When the butter was sizzling hot, in went the beaten eggs and voila! Soon I placed on a hot platter an omelette as light as an angel's kiss and the friend wife was forced to acknowledge that her man was indeed a treasure. Any of you boys can surprise friend wife by using this recipe.
In Tuesday's Tribune is an account of the County road work and the writer says "our work on the county road program is now completed." This is not true. Our road will not be completed until a viaduct is built across the bay connecting Palacios with Collegeport and enabling we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, to walk to service at St. John's Chapel and further the Bay Shore Drive is to go on east to Gulf and to Freeport. When this is done will be time to shout completion.
I estimate that in the last twenty years, 72,000 trips have been made between Collegeport and Palacios, or about 1,000,000 miles of travel. This cost at least $54,000. Had the viaduct been built twenty years ago, the mileage would have been reduced to 14,400 and cost to our people only 7,200. The difference would have liquidated the cost of the viaduct and kept it in repair. Of course, we did not feel this cost, for we live our daily life under an anesthetic. Some day we will arouse from our slumbers and the viaduct will be built.
Mrs. Emmitt Chiles and family have returned from a visit with kin folk at Wharton. They were accompanied by Mrs. Chiles' mother and sister who will spend a few days inhaling the gulf breeze in order that their lungs may be freed from the dust and grime of city life.
Friday night, Jay tee gave his last "sing-song" with about one hundred present. Solos, duets, quartettes, mass singing of old songs filled the evening with pleasure. Homer Goff was present, likewise Reverend Wylie, both with fine voices. Jay-Tee rendered two numbers. This boy not only can sing like an angel, but he can simply romp on the ivories. In his playing as well as his singing, he has pronounced genius.
Roberta Liggett rendered one number in a pleasing manner. Her voice is low, but clear and true. As she sang, I thought of the pureness of an Easter Lilly. After the sing, a reception was held in honor of Jay Tee with cakes and ice tea served by the ladies. I can testify to the quality of the tea, for I slipped by the guard and quaffed four big glasses. Tee Jay leaves Monday a.m. much to our regret. He goes to seminary in Chicago to learn theology. I trust that in filling up on this stuff, he will not lose his present charm and his ability to interest and hold people together. Theology is all right, but too much is just sufficient. It may ruin a some time good pastor.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 1, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about cows.]
Thursday a big car dodged into our yard and much to our surprise and delight, it brought to us our cousin, Nellie Clapp now Mrs. Norman Morrison, of Corsicana and her daughter, Mary Louise. As we had not seen Nellie for several years, our delight was saturated with globs of transport, ecstasy and beatitude.
Along with our visitors came a two days heavy rain which forced us all to stay in doors, but this gave the miserable wretch and Nellie opportunity for a regular gabfest. Thank the Lord that I am a good listener, for I had little chance to display my ability as a linguist.
"I'll dispute with him; He's a rare linguist."--Webster
Louise is a common name in our family for we not only have two Louise Holmans, but Mary Louise Clapp, Mary Louise Morrison and friend wife is Louise Clapp. Well, anyway, you boys who like to talk may appreciate my position with three chatterboxes in the house and no place to go, not even out doors where the rain pours. Sunday they left on the home trek, via Palacios, Houston and Galveston. To sum it all up, we had a very happy three days and only wish Daddy Morrison could have been here with us.
Next Monday, school will open and teachers are beginning to assemble. Kiddies are washing their feet, cleaning their hands and many of them are peeling off the hide on back, arms tummie and legs. This will make a wonderful transformation from mahogany to white. Then to the daily grind with books and attempting to comply with teachers' unreasonable demands.
It is with sorrow I announce the death of my latest pet rooster, Everett. Everett went the way of many other males who eat the fruit of the forbidden tree. The kitchen door being open one day, Everett came in and picked up a poison rat bait and scurried out into the cotton patch. He never came back. His soul is roaming around in rooster heaven with the soul of my old friend Peter. Galesburg, Illinois papers will please copy. The next rooster I attempt to make a pet of, will be named Margery.
The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, September 7, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
The Matagorda County Federation of Women's Clubs met here in their regular quarterly session with about sixty earnest women present. The honor guests were Mrs. J. W. Fincher, president of the State Federation and Mrs. A. K. Newby, State Parliamentarian, both from Houston. Following is the program:
Morning Session. Board meeting America the Beautiful Invocation, Harry Austin Clapp Business discussion Announcements Noon, lunch
Afternoon Session. Piano duet, Mesdames Clapp and Corporon Reading, Miss Ruth Boeker Business session Girl Reserves, Miss Beryl Bell, leader Address, Parliamentary Law Question Box, Mrs. A. K. Newby In Memoriam for Mrs. S. W. Corse by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd Resolutions Adjournment
The luncheon consisted of Potatoe Salad (Q. S.) Fried Chicken (Not Q. S.) Sliced Tomatoes and Green Peppers (Q. S.) Hot Parker House Rolls and butter (Q. S.) Angel Food (Q. S.) Ice Cream (not Q. S.) Ice Tea (Q. S.)
The notations at end of each item simply express my opinion, for example, I drew a small chicken leg which was far from being "Quantum Sufficit" [a sufficient quantity] for me.
Ice cream was also not Q. S. for it was the finest home made ice cream I have ever eaten. It was made by Mrs. Boeker and was simply delicioso. Angel food was made by Mrs. Rena Wright and the large piece at my place was in quality and quantity Q. S. Must have been made from Swan's Down else it could not have been so light. The table service under the direction of Mrs. Liggett was above excellence and back in the kitchen was that old dependable, Carrie Nelson in charge of that department, so words are not necessary.
The luncheon was delicate and delicious, but I would have traded the entire menu for one smell of a tank of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles filled with glorious chicken bits and smothered in rich golden gravy. In the absence of Mrs. Goodall, the President, Mrs. Salsbury of Palacios presided. Most of the reports were given with the reporters back to the audience making it appear that a private conversation was being held with the presiding officer. Some, when called upon simply said "we have nothing since the last meeting but are getting ready for fall work." Very interesting, if true.
The reports by Mrs. A. B. Pierce, the one from the Wadsworth delegate, and that from Mrs. Patricia Martyn were delivered so as to be audible to every one present. That of the latter was a very interesting and comprehensive statement of the work of the health nurse for the past three months and all appeared to agree that this work was of great value to the county. The reading by Ruth Boeker was fine and developed that Ruth has a talent that might be enunciated with profit.
Mrs. A. W. Newby delivered a brilliant address on Parliamentary Law, showing plainly that she was mistress of the subject. She exhibited ignorance of business practice when she answered the question as to whom monies received by a club should be paid. It is not a question of honesty, but a question of plain common sense business. No person, especially in a small town, should ever insist on receiving and paying out money without proper safe guards. Business practice demands that all monies should be received by the secretary, who issues a receipt to the payer, enters details in the proper book. The money is then paid to the treasurer who gives a receipt for the same. This officer pays it out only on vouchers signed by the president and secretary, who receive their authority by vote of the membership or under the rules of the club. Such procedure avoids criticism, unkind and cruel remarks, and much embarrassment. This is illustrated in the way we pay taxes. We pay to the collector, who gives a receipt. He pays the money to the county treasurer and receives a receipt and he in turns deposits it in the bank and has his receipt. He pays it out on vouchers issued by the County Court. Think of the criticism that would come to our county collector if he was allowed to receive taxes and pay out the money when and as he pleased. Mrs. Newby is a splendid speaker, has a commanding presence and is a talented woman and I am glad I had the privilege of hearing her.
Mrs. Fincher told about the construction of the State Federation building at Austin and requested that each local do as much as possible in order that all payments on construction may be made as due. It was an interesting explanation of the object and purpose of this building.
Mesdames Fincher and Newby were inspirations to those present and all hope they may be present at the next regular session. The county was honored with their presence.
The talk given by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd in memory of Mrs. S. W. Corse, was a tender, delicate, sympathetic, tribute to a woman who has been closely identified with civic work in this community for many years. Her words touched the hearts of the audience and brought tears to many eyes as they remembered the presence of the loved woman, who has passed beyond our ken. I missed the presence of Cora B. Moore, Ruby Hawkins and Emma Lee Lewis Carlton. One of them sent her love, but doggone it, I wanted to see them gals. Had a fine time with Mrs. Stinnett and Mrs. A. D. Hensley and I am going to vote for her, if, when, and as, she has ambition for a county office. Saw Mrs. Arthur Culver and I'll say that Arthur had his good eyes at work when he picked that gal. Mrs. Duffy gave me a good scolding for using the term "miserable wretch," but I still contend that any woman who lives with as crusty a fellow as I, for thirty-seven years must become miserable. Met Mrs. Keller, the Tribune's Midfield scribbler and had an enjoyable visit. Carey knows how to pick his lady correspondents. Had the pleasure of meeting Leola Sides, the Canning Expert, and we became real chummy and I hope Leola fell hard enough before my charms that she will have no desire to can me. As I was the only specimen of the male of the human family present, I of course received considerable attention. Being by nature rather diffident and easily embarrassed, I of course, suffered from the feminine attentions, but thank God I was at last rescued and felt safe with my miserable wretch.
One of the local burghers, feeling in a jocular mood, addressed me the other day as follows "well I am asking you to tell me the truth. Do you expect to have the pleasure in your life time of walking to Church at St. John's?" I informed him that I did and that until the big day of the opening of that necessary link in our transportation system was completed so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel, I intended to keep pecking away at the rock for I knew that some day it would burst and that men of Collegeport and Palacios and others along the line of the Bay Shore drive would realize its necessity. When this time comes, a movement will start that will be irresistible and the viaduct will be built. I don't mind telling my readers that this week a tiny crack appeared in the aforesaid rock and that means some day it will bust wide open. Men who have been silent during the many months I have in my blithesome way written about this viaduct are now interested and this day I have a letter from a road enthusiast that brings joy and rapture to my soul. You bet I'll go and talk things over.
It appears to be impossible to keep things in this burg unless deposited in a safe deposit box. For example, some one went into the warehouse of the Fig Orchard Company and took three new oak barrels. Maybe they will be used by the taker for the purpose of ageing the product of the local still.
One day my grandfather took me down to the woods near my home place and showed me where the fairies danced. Sure enough there I saw a great circle around a tree. It was plainly visible and I knew that there the fairies danced. I did not see the fairies, but grandfather told me they came out at night. Grandfather never told an untruth and so I have always believed in fairies and that they came out at night, so I was not at all surprised Thursday night when I heard a whistle. I knew it was the whistle of a fairy, but what was my surprise and delight when I looked out in the gathering gloom of evening and saw not one fairy, but three beautiful fairies. They came into the yard and danced their circle and at last I got them into the house and such a delightful evening as we spent. Sparkling conversation, witty remarks, the sight of animated faces. At last the fairies had to leave for when the hour approaches for the geezebut to roam abroad, all fairies seek their home nest. Come again you dear sweet fairies.
The Woman's Club met yesterday in their library building for the purpose of expediting some unfinished business connected with the federation meeting. This was the first meeting of the new year.
A man went into the Boeker Grocery the other day with a twelve quart bucket of eggs. Because eggs have advanced and groceries have not, the took away the bucket filled to overflow with groceries. This should be a fine remedy for the belly ache.
In Bowen's column in the Illinois State Journal, I find this "Hard roads" exclaimed a bewhiskered old agrarian philosopher, "Hard roads! Look at what they have done. They have done nothing we expected of them. They killed the small town. They have impoverished millions to buy and support autoes and have a race of nomads, always on the move, neglecting business and work for the enjoyment of travel. Land is cheaper than it was fifty years ago and farm products are almost worthless. To offset this, we have only the automobile industry." Think over the old fellow's grouch.
I read in the papers that it is no longer "comme il fant" to blow the nose with the fingers, especially when crossing the street or in stores where food is for sale. Doggone it, some one is always trying to take away our ancient customs.
It is wonderful the number of men we have who feel they could run our government better than does President Hoover. There are several in Bay City, a few in Palacios and we have at least two right here in Collegeport. Many of them are not even successful in their own business, but none would hesitate to undertake the most difficult job on earth. They don't know that no one has as yet successfully made a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 15, 1932 |
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Mr. C. A. Boren, who is developing the Collegeport section, and bringing in new farmers from the north, was in the city Monday and while in conversation with him he advised us that the people of Collegeport were making an effort to get a viaduct across the bay from that city to Palacios. Such a viaduct would shorten the distance from Collegeport to Palacios several miles and would be quite an improvement for that section of the county. Mr. Boren says he thinks he will be able to locate many new families in this county within a short time, and that with the increased areas in cultivation this section will naturally begin to develop and grow.--Matagorda County Journal. A viaduct across the bay connecting Palacios with Collegeport would be a grand thing and we believe if everybody here would put their shoulders to the wheel and work, the viaduct would be built and Palacios would be getting business from that side of the bay that is now going else where. Besides it would be another link in the Hug the Coast Highway, so get busy all ye people and work for that viaduct.
Palacios Beacon, September 15, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Abandon? What crimes are committed in thy name? What suffering follows for the abandoned? What remorse is the payment for abandonment! No person may successfully interpret what abandon means, without having some idea of all that follows in its wake. Abandon means many vicious things, evil effects. It simply means this to give up; to forsake; to renounce; to desert; to quit; to surrender; complete desertion. Is there any thing good or comforting in these words? Is there one thing a soul might grasp? Is there offered one single straw to save the drowning? Yet this is what the Missouri Pacific plans to do, to more than one thousand folk who, relying on the word of a corporation, have built homes, have tilled the land, have produced crops, have caused nature to bloom without which the section would be a wilderness. And yet, while the Mopac has an ambition to quit, to desert, to surrender, we may sing the song of I. Taylor "Hope was overthrown, yet could not be abandoned."
Last Thursday, the Associated Press Dispatch, informed us that the Missouri Pacific has asked permission of the Interstate Commerce Commission to abandon the 16.9 miles of track that connects Collegeport with the main line to Buckeye. They give as a reason that the country traversed will never develop and support the railroad and that the intracoastal canal which will soon be in operation, will complete the ruin. This last is the whimper of a coward.
Water can carry freight only to the land. There it can go no farther. From that point it must be transported by some other method. A railroad in a territory adjacent to the Intracoastal canal, if provided with proper transfer facilities may receive freight at the water's end and become the distributor for inland points. Thus they become the coordinates. The Missouri Pacific has this opportunity in the Buckeye-Collegeport territory, but it prefers to cry "wolf!" It is a good cry, but not dependable. The other plea, that the country will never develop freight sufficient to support the line, is a negative protest. Mr. B. F. Yoakum is the only high executive to visit Collegeport. He saw the vision and was ready and willing to aid in the development of what he recognized as everflowing with transportation opportunities. No other railway executive has enjoyed good eye sight.
The citizens of the community have been friendly to the railroad. Twice attempts have been made to take from the road the transportation of the mails and twice have the people taken up the fight and won out. The time is here when we must fight the railroad and make a proper protest against their plans for abandonment. This is not because we love the Missouri Pacific less, but because we love the "Magic Bottle" more. I urge our folk to be patient, stand by, ready to aid, for a strong protest is to be made, when the I. C. C. give the date for a hearing. Talk little. Gossip less. Think and turn in the results of thought. It is time to cooperate and coordinate. Now is the time we should ingurgitate a few new ideas.
The other day I accompanied S. W. Corse and Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. to Palacios. Seth was suffering from softening of the heart and I from hardening of the same organ. We went to Doctor Wagner and he looked us over and told Seth that he should eat hard boiled eggs, while I was instructed to eat soft boiled eggs. Isn't it wonderful the advances made by the medical profession? Both of us were delighted, for we like eggs and do not enjoy pills.
While we were in Palacios, we called at the George Harrison home and were entertained with a splendid luncheon by Mrs. Harrison. Seth Corse forgot instructions given by Doctor Wagner and consumed large quantities of the delectable offerings. Suppose he will have to double his dose of hard boiled eggs.
On the way over, about four miles from Collegeport, at a point favorable for accidents, perched upon the banks of a canal, we saw a sign which read "Blank & co. (name deleted because we charge for advertising) Funeral Directors and Embalmers." Pretty cute, I'll say.
Monday, I was summoned to Bay City on very important business and I came home filled with delight, enjoyment, gratification. It is a secret for the present, but soon I'll tell the world all about it. Saw Judge Mansfield and had an enjoyable [visit] with our member of congress who has done so much for his district. He promised to visit us soon as possible and eat some of that special ham, which I prepare, when royalty sits at my board. The ladies of our party, five in number, spent their time visiting with Mrs. W. S. Holman which of course insured them a pleasant afternoon. Gave the names of our party to Carey Smith, thinking of course that he next issue of the Trib would inform the world that we were business visitors on Monday. The Trib was so full of other slush that the names of our party did not appear. Made the ladies very much peeved.
At Palacios found the business men all worked up over the viaduct proposition, which pleased me very much. When I and the miserable wretch walk over that structure to service at St. John's Chapel, it will be almost like climbing the golden stairs to heaven. It will be music, when we hear the bang, bang, of the pile driver as it drives the first pile way down into the bay. Of course, it is coming and right soon.
Attended the Field Day meet organized and ramrodded by our ubiquitous County Demonstration Agent, who answers to the name of Monty. About 200 men were present and a splendid array of talent had been provided by the A. & M. College. R. H. Stansil in charge of the Experiment Station at Angleton delivered an interesting talk on pastures which he divided into three sections: permanent, temporary and emergency. Each one offered a large field for discussion. He informed the audience that grasses were bermuda, carpet and dallas. The best clovers were the lespedazas and roby. He advised that for winter use the California burr and white dutch were most favored.
J. H. Sandlin, Brazoria County Agent, demonstrated the bloodless method of Burdeza using four young calves for that purpose.
J. H. Jones, who is working in cooperation with the Experiment and Extension divisions, delivered a talk on dry lot feeding. He stated that dry lot feeding put a finer finish on the stock and sent them to market at a price that paid a handsome profit on the feed used. James Sartwell, of Houston, spoke on the marketing problems and the necessity for having proper facilities in stock yard equipment at Houston. In the afternoon, Doctor Hubert Schmidt, a recognized authority on an internal parasitic disease, demonstrated with a post mortem on a brahma bull. This, of course, was well received by stockmen who have many times been troubled with such diseases. Those present evinced their interest by the many intelligent questions asked. Plain answers were given and in each case the reasons. I had the great pleasure of meeting many of my old time friends whom I worked with, while a member of the specialist staff of the A. & M. College. Among them were H. H. Williamson, now Assistant Director, George Johnson, District Agent, H. B. Ross, Agent for Ft. Bend County, Graham of Wharton County. Wharton, Brazoria, Ft. Bend, Jackson and Harris Counties were represented by not only the local agents, but by several stockmen. A generous supply of barbecued meat, bread, pickles, onions and coffee was served and I'll testify that the fellow who barbecued the meat understood his business, for it was well cooked and provided tender, delicious morsels, for the hungry folk. Mr. Montague could not help but be gratified with the turn out for about two hundred were present. At one time, I counted 135. In my opinion, this field day in value to the stockmen exceeds the entire cost of demonstration work in the county for a year. The value is intangible, but it is there just the same. Monty has rendered his county a real service in making the arrangements for the meet and assembling such unusual talent. I, for one, give him hearty congratulations on his success and hope another similar meeting will be arranged for next summer. This is true extension work taking results from the College to the people.
This week I have had the pleasure of examining the work of a student of Bay View High School. It had just been returned from Austin where it was sent, not for the purpose of securing grade for the student, but to earn a grade for the school. It consisted of 127 pages, ring bound, and was a Treatise on Science by Frances Eisel. Sixty-three problems were worked out and elucidated and each one was illustrated with a free hand drawing on the opposite page. The entire work was written by hand in clear easily read writing. The drawings were so near perfect as to almost suggest the use of rulers and dividers and exquisitely clean. Many of the pages were marked 100 percent, some 90 per cent, but none lower. Some pages the examiner had made notation "good," "very good," and "excellent." From first page to the last, the entire work was beautifully executed and showed that many hours of study and work had been devoted to it. I congratulate Frances on the excellent presentation of the problems and the graceful style used. After going through the work I have a high opinion of the work done by our faculty and students over there in the Science Building.
One of my women readers recently wrote to me and addressed me as "sweet sugar." Suffering flounders! When I read that honeyed salutation I was thrilled, aroused and all excited. Endearing terms seem to be infectious for I recall that one night, under the moonlight's influence I called this friend "dearest" but that was when we were coming from the gin.
"The moon looks On many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this," --Moore.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 22, 1932 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
"There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries, On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures." --Shakespeare
The tide! What a mysterious thing it is. All over the world it flows out and flows back. Under its powerful influence, ships loaded to the Plimsol mark, rise above deck floors and as it ebbs, they sink below only to rise again. Sea grass floats in its bosom like the hairs of a drowned woman. It brings gently in, dead men, and softly lays them on the shore sands as it ebbs, leaving to the waves the duty of covering the unknown's grave. It brings from distant lands strange flotsam of the sea and oft times claiming them as its own, takes them back again. Dead ships are carried hither and thither across miles of unknown seas, as if steered by ghostly hands. At its flood, the marshes, bayous and sloughs, along the coast, become filled with living waters and when it ebbs, they become dank and sobbing and the smell of death is in the air. When the tide turns, all is peace and quiet save the soft rippling of tiny wavelets. Then come a gurgle and you know that some where a great mysterious force is at work and then a mill tide grabs in its embrace every floating object and carries it out to sea. A rushing flood, with a white crest, like the manes of flying wild horses. The waters are alive with pulsating life. The heart beat of nature. Always, since time began, it has been like that. A ceaseless come and go with an interim of silence. I remember my first view of this great phenomenon. I stood on a wharf on the banks of the Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., and saw a tug boat with a long tow of barges. As it approached the dock it dropped one tow and much to my surprise it glided up stream to the dock. I wondered why and a bystander told me the tide was coming in, so the water flowed north instead of south as the river naturally flows. Young as I was, the thought came to me that just as the tide rose and fell on the waters of the sea and adjacent rivers, so the tide would ebb and flow in the hearts of men and in communities.
We who live in Collegeport, have ample evidence to this, for we have witnessed the flood of the tide, its silence when the turn comes, and then the ebb until we smelled death of our community hopes. With the ebb came discouragement, disillusion and many lost faith, failing to remember that always the tide comes back. They forgot that the tide in human hearts and in communities comes and goes in ceaseless routine. We sit down and brood and ponder and wonder, and soon we hear again the murmur of returning waters and the tide is on the flood. Hope, faith, courage, stimulation, rises with the advancing tide and the world takes on a new and brighter hue. All is aglow with color, with reds and starlets predominating. And so, as I write these words, I feel in my innermost bones that for Collegeport the tide is coming in. It is even now on the turn. The night has been long and dark. It is time to throw aside the clothes of distrusted hopes and meet the flood with reaching arms. Gather in all the tide brings to us. Reach out into the rushing waters and seek the harvest for night has passed. Day is here. The tide has turned!
"You are brooding now, Seeing only darkness Where there once was brightness? Feeling only silence Where there once was song? And you say "it's over?" Don't! Life is never over! Tides are always turning! Soon there'll come the morning. Hope! --Elise Robinson.
Have just finished reading Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis. A gripping tale of a doctor who failed and had no one to blame but himself. Free from the monotony of common every day affairs. I do not like some of his philosophy, but this tale absorbed me and it is well worth reading although somewhat difficult because very technical and scientific. Good stuff.
Although I am a Republican, it does not prevent me from being an ardent admirer of Alfred E. Smith. I regard him as a splendid example of an American and I read his articles avidly. The article Veterans and Taxpayers which appeared in Sept. 17th, issue of the Saturday Evening Post, is well worth reading by every person who is interested in the economic situation that confronts our government. It is real stuff, for the mental digestion of Republicans as well as Democrats.
I am informed that our Bay View school has now five credits. History two credits, English classes two credits, first year science one credit. There are also several credits due the school trustees and the faculty and the students for bringing this about.
I fear that music lessons will soon be far beyond the means of most of our young people, for I found yesterday that one lesson was given and payment made with a pup. Now one lesson and one pup is not at all deleterious to either party, but two lessons and two pups ad fin is just too much for the receiver of the pups. The teacher will get very much puppy.
Just a few of the suggestive titles of fillum play. Those who witness the show will be disappointed of course. Only fools think otherwise. Here is the offering: Age of Consent, His Woman, Love Me Tonight, Unholy Loves, Dancers in the Dark, Divorce in the Family, Night Club Lady. Sure is tempting to those who think in sex terms.
Well, it looks as though we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, would have a chance to walk across the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel, for I read in the papers that after a strong committee consisting of representatives of the county courts of Matagorda, Brazoria, Harris and Galveston and prominent business men from the towns along the proposed extension of the Hug the Coast, put up their plea to the state highway commission, action was taken and a preliminary survey and estimate of cost was ordered. This is of course the first step. Senator Holbrook was spokesman for the committee while General Dallas Matthews spoke for the army. Looks good to I and the miserable wretch and we thank Judge McNabb and the county court and our Engineer Gustafson on their brilliant work.
This will be a great improvement, but not all that we have, for Thursday night a son [Thomas Edwin Holsworth] and heir came to the Mason Standish Holsworth family which insures that the family will exist for another generation. I am glad he came for little sister Margaret Ann was very lonesome for a playmate. Congratulations to the father and mother, to the grandmother and the auntie, Margaret.
House and home, thy friends provide; All without care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee.
Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay; When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay.
Mayst thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days; Then go dwell forever near him. See his face and sing his praises!
I could give ten thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire." --Isaac Watts.
The library owned by the Woman's Club is open for the coming year and books are being taken out every Friday afternoon. The library houses about fifteen hundred books and one may read the Bible, a History of Masonry, or the newest fiction. The Bible and the Masonic history are not much used, although both contain historical romances written in brilliant English.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, County Health Nurse, visited Collegeport Saturday and informed me that during this week a Sanitary Engineer from the State Health Board would spend a week in the county making examinations of household water supplies and give demonstrations at Wadsworth, Pledger, Midfield, Blessing and Palacios in the building of sanitary pit toilets. On Friday of this week she will hold the graduation exercises for the forty five women who have taken the health course during the past summer. An elaborate program has been arranged with some excellent out of town talent. Diplomas will be presented by Judge McNabb.
I am unable to close the chronicles of the week without mentioning the birthday party given Monday in honor of Mrs. V. S. Haisley, who on that day reached the seventy nine mile mark. About forty ladies were present to testify to their friendship for Mrs. Haisley. She came here in 1909 and has been closely identified with church and civic work since that time.
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A number of the Collegeport ladies met at the Community House, Sept. 21 to organize a 4-H Demonstration club.
The following officers were elected: President, Mrs. Carl Boeker; Vice President, Mrs. B. V. Merck; Secretary-Treasurer, Mrs. Frank King; Council Delegate, Mrs. Roy Nelson; Parliamentarian, Mrs. Lena Wright; Reporter, Mrs. G. A. Hunt; Pantry Demonstrator, Mrs. John Ackerman; Garden Demonstrators, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Mrs. Lewis Walter, Mrs. Gust Franzen.
These four demonstrators were chosen for their proven ability in these lines.
We, the Demonstration Club hope to interest ourselves and all our neighbors in raising and canning about all our eats for the year round from our gardens, poultry yards, cow lot, pig pens, berry patch and this large body of water at our back door. Yes, we even expect to learn how to can to good advantage, fish and oysters so that we won't always have to go fishing for that wonderful food that they tell us is so rich in iodine which prevents goiter.
We meet at the community House on the first and third Tuesdays of every month also Oct. 11 when our county demonstrators will be here to demonstrate canning of all kinds of vegetables. Everybody come and bring a few vegetables to be canned on that day, Oct. 11. Everybody is welcome.--Reporter
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 29, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The following letter has been received from the Interstate Commerce Commission:
Interstate Commerce Commission Washington, D. C.
September 26, 1932
Mr. H. A. Clapp, Secretary Collegeport Industrial League Collegeport, Texas
Dear Sir:
This will acknowledge receipt of your letter of the 19th instant requesting a hearing on the application of the St. Louis, Brownsville & Mexico Railway Company for permission to abandon its line between Buckeye and Collegeport, Texas, Finance Docket No. 3615.
The applicant's return to our questionnaire, with proof of publication of the statuary notice, will be due on October 18th, 1932, and when it is received, consideration will be given to assigning the application for hearing at some convenient point in Texas. Your suggestion that such hearing be held at Bay City will be given due attention.
Very truly yours,
Oliver E. Sweet Director
Data is being collected to use in the hearing and proper forms are being prepared for presentation of a vigorous protest. In our files is a copy of the application for permission to abandon the line and any interested person is welcome to examine the resultant correspondence which began early in April. If the citizens of the territory penetrated by this line present a united front, there is an opportunity to secure favorable consideration of the protest.
The week ended with a pleasant evening call from Mrs. Patricia Martyn, her son Henry and Mr. H. E. Hargis, sanitary engineer of the State Health Department. Mr. Hargis has been touring the county the past week with Mrs. Martyn making examinations of water supply and demonstrating how to erect sanitary pit "too-lets." A busy week with a splendid work. Mr. Hargis informed me that he found some wells contaminated because of faulty construction, but that the artesian water was safe and as fine as could be found anywhere.
Came a few days ago to the home of Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Penland another son. This makes seven in their bouquet of family flowers. I suspect they wanted a girl to fill the place of little Marie, but God thought another son would be about right. Now that the Penland family have settled down to the fact that they have seven sons, there is small doubt but that the price of this last one has gone up about a million dollars or more. In congratulating the parents, I wish this son will become a rare avis.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 6, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about the development of the railroads.]
Well, anyway, it makes little difference to me, so long as one of my lady friends sends me pimento peppers, okra and sweet potatoes. The latter are as sweet as my friend. I wrote a letter to Sugar Plum not long ago. She is a Tribune reader way up north and I guess she had trouble reading the faint marks made by my worn out ribbon, for in a package received last night was a new Corona ribbon and a note saying "guess you can write me a letter now." I'll do that very soon, for I just must keep up in the good favor of my lady readers.
Sunday night a car drove in and we had George Harrison and his friend wife, Ruby Cox and Chester A. Boren for the evening meal. They brought ham and so we were bountifully fed. It was nearly eleven before we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, snuggled down in the hay. Fine friends are the greatest things in this world and before we closed our eyes we said "isn't life wonderful?"
Much to our joy, to which must be added the joy of all the kiddies and the grown ups, E. L. Hall appeared Monday night to take over his old run on the Collegeport branch. Seems like old times to have E. L. back again and life in this burg has once more become normal.
The Collegeport Supply Company have introduced an innovation in the sale of matches. Matches for some time have not given good service, for they hold fire. Mary Ellen and Vern tell those who buy matches, "if they fail to fire, bring 'em back and get your money." Such methods are trade builders. I suspect Mary Ellen invented the slogan.
I watch with impatience the coming of the moonlight, for then I know the fairies will come and dance in front of our house.
In my copy last week commenting on the birth of a son to the Penland family, I closed with this, "I wish this son will become a rara avis." It appeared in the Tribune as "I wish this son will become a rare avis." The French term rara avis means "a rare bird; a prodigy" and that is my wish for this son. Now the word rare is English and means "nearly done, partially cooked, underdone." Avis in English means "advice, opinion, deliberation." I have no desire to have this sweet baby boy to be nearly done or partially cooked and I do not wish to give advice or an opinion and therefore I repeat that I wish him to become a rara avis, a prodigy or if you please a rare bird.
Friday was a thrilling, arousing, exciting day for me for I attended the convention of the Hug-the-Coast Highway Association at Freeport I went through the courtesy of George Harrison and in the car was Jack Barnett in whose honor Abel B. Pierce proposes to erect a bronze statue on the Palacios side of the viaduct, also Major Campbell of Palacios. Ww saw plenty of storm evidences along the route and on arrival were astonished how rapidly Freeport has been rehabilitated. The meeting was held in the beautiful high school auditorium and was attended by one hundred and fifty earnest men. Every county from Brownsville to Orange was represented and as one looked into the eager faces, one could not help but feel certain that the Hug-the-Coast would no longer just snuggle fifty miles away, but really do some necking.
Splendid talks were delivered by Senator Holbrook, Judge Huggins, Judge Dancy, Mr. Freeman, superintendent of Freeport schools, Nat Wetzel, Judge Holman of Galveston, Gen. Dallas Matthews and others. Every talk disclosed a determination to push the project through to early completion. The best thing I gained from the meeting was the fact that the association endorsed and adopted the route from Palacios to Galveston via Collegeport and Freeport. This settled the question and although we do not know exactly where the engineers in their wisdom will set the stakes, we know that the highway will be as close to the bay shore line as good engineering will permit. This makes it a true coast hugger with the recent completion of the Canadian and Gulf highway to Galveston. This new road will make the connecting link with the city of Mexico, for soon as we have completed our project, the Mexican government is prepared to build a connecting link from Matamoras to Monterrey where it connects with the Laredo-Mexico City highway. At the splendid luncheon served at the Tarpon Inn, every man was asked to rise, give his name and that of his home town, and pledge his support to the adopted route and every sunuvagun came across. Several snappy talks were given and the Collegeport representatives had an opportunity to tell those present where Collegeport was located and why the viaduct was necessary or in other words, so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, might walk to service at St. John's Chapel. They also learned that Palacios was across the bay from Collegeport and that the town consisted principally of George Harrison, Jack Barnett and Major Campbell and a few others. A map of forty square feet, the work of our own Gustafson, was displayed, showing the coast section and tentative route. I came home filled with enthusiasm, hot pepper sauce and thrills and at least ten years younger. The next meeting will be at Galveston and I will be there provided I can hitch hike along with George Harrison and I guess I can for he is one easy bird. I have a copy of the map mentioned and our people are welcome to come and look it over. The thing for our locals to do now, is to practice co-operation, coordination and become cohesive. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose by an exhibition of civic virtue. The road will be built and then a stream of traffic will pass our door, from which every inhabitant will profit. It is going to be a great big thing for Matagorda County. By the way, when you are told that it will not be built, because the county has no money, remember that this is a federal and state project.
The county is not being asked for money, but is being required to put up moral support and that is something on which a money value, can not be placed. If it all works well, construction will be under way in the very near future and the entire route completed inside a year from this day. It is the culmination of years of dreams. Contemplate if you please, a scenic route, stretching from Winnipeg on the north to the City of Mexico with thousands of autoes riding the pavement, carrying people who are searching for pleasure, recreation and business. Here along the Hug-the-Coast, these may be found, and found, population will be built up. Splendid agricultural sections will bloom. Happy folk will revel in our costal surfs and spend days of delight in fishing in our waters. Our coastal country will become America's playground.
Among those present and who spoke I noted George Harrison of Palacios, Commissioner Ed Baker of Matagorda, W. L. Brooks of Harlingen, Dr. O. S. Beitch, Rivera; Haywood Ashburn, Houston; Jeff Barnett, Houston and many others.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 13, 1932
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The subject assigned to me is "Our Library and what it has been to the community." So I go back to the beginning and bring it up to now. As the years march by no one can know the changes that are to take place and it is well that we do not, for would view life with alarm. The women earnest in their purpose who over twenty years ago founded our Woman's Club and Library did not realize that our library would now stand as a monument to their efforts, grow into one that we may be proud of and both it and our club are real factors in the community life of our people. Five women, by name, Mrs. House, Mrs. Hansel, Mrs. Kone, Mrs. F. H. Jones and Mrs. Hurd collected seventeen books and lo, our library was a living thing, which has grown since 1912 until the books now number approximately fifteen hundred. For several years there was no settled place in which to house them and many were the moves made. But good fortune smiled on us and a permanent building was procured which is now the home of the precious books and headquarters of our civic organizations. As our library was
the first one in Of course the county fell in line and kept pace with others in the club work. Clubs came into being and it was not long until the county federation was formed, for the women interested in doing things saw clearly the good that would result. Other towns are much larger in size and the wonder of how we ever managed to have such a charming little building and the fine collection of books, is expressed in words by those who visit it. The answer is--the earnestness and loyalty of the club members during all these years, who have worked unceasingly with this end in view. An outstanding example of the club loyalty and devotion is that of the late Mrs. Minnie L. Corse and much of the good we have accomplished has been due to her efforts. Other than the loaning of books the fact of our having a library and giving its full privileges to the school has resulted in bringing hundreds of dollars of state aid money to the school treasury which is a material help to the boys and girls of our community. It goes without saying that we will always continue that help in compliance with the rules of the state educational board for our bit may do vastly more than we now realize. There is such a thing as tone in speaking of places, things or people and may we not tune in and make our club one harmonious melody? Visualize, if you will, what a blank there would be in Collegeport were it not for our library and what it represents. As a present member of the library committee I ask you earnestly to join hands with that committee who ever they may be in the future so that we as a club may carry on in an unbroken line the march of progress that began too many years ago. Visit our library, become familiar with the books, and remember that the three members of the committee are your servants and act under direction of the club with loyalty and earnestness of purpose. "Who hath a book Hath but to read, And he may be a King indeed. His kingdom is his inglenook, Who hath a book." --W. D. Nesbit. Note: the above was delivered by Mrs. Clapp at the October meeting of the Collegeport Woman's Club held at the home of Mrs. Franzen October 12 1932.
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By Harry Austin Clapp This week I have been busy helping the miserable wretch to reduce the fried chicken surplus. The chickens came down from the famous Ramsey farm poultry yards. No sooner did the owner of this farm depart for a vacation in the north than I made an organized raid on the poultry pens, with result fried chicken and creamy gravy. Yum-yum. Thursday the Woman's Club met with Mrs. Franzen. Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp was the day's leader and offered the following program. Our Library Today, Mrs. L. E. Liggett Our Books and Property, Care and Abuse, Mrs. Rena Wright. Our Loan to the School a. Number of volumes. b. How are they cared for. c. Value to the School, Mrs. Frank King Our Library, What Has It Been to the Community, Mrs. Clapp Roll Call. One thing I think our library should have. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd is in charge of the year's program but each meeting is in charge of a leader. Mrs. Leola Sides our
county home demonstration agent dropped in on us Tuesday, just after we
had finished our
And here's the very note And this is what he wrote My wife won't let me." Richard Eugene
Corporon planned to arrive on the 11th, but in as much as his sweet mama
had to go to the "Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! And when you have done with your life-lasting toy, Dear Father, take care of thy child, the boy." --Holmes. I have just received
a very interesting graph from the office of our highway engineer, Mr. E.
N. Gustafson giving comparative distances between points on the proposed
Hug-the-Coast route from When the Women's Club met on Thursday the 12th at the home of Mrs. Gustave Franzen they organized a double barreled affair for at the same time a shower was held for the arrival of Richard Eugene Corporon who happened to reach the county on the same day. I am not much in favor of showers. In most cases they are too common and not often necessary. In this case a shower was just a tribune to the mother of this baby boy. Dorothy Crane Corporon has been faithful, loyal and generous to this community. She has given freely of her time and her musical talent. No person has done more to merit an evidence of community gratitude and affection and so in my opinion Thursday was a proper time to hang medals on the breast of this young woman. She has earned every item that rained upon her in this shower. In spite of rains and
mud the week ended just about Okey, for it closed with an oyster feed at
the home of Mrs. Patricia Martyn and glory be for my tonsils acted
normally. Oysters raw, with a hot goofy sauce, oysters fried, oysters
stewed, oysters broiled in the shell, oysters to right and left, in
front and rear but not a drop to drink. Because of the drought my tummie
was filled with oysters which could not float. Next time I hope the
hostess supplies at least some BM. Got to snuggling in the hay at He told me when he counted the pulse of a patient he always deducted ten beats to allow for his personality. Guess I'll be a doctor. Local news abstracted
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Mr. and Mrs. Brock English, Mr. and Mrs. E. A. McCune are moving into the Turner property on Main street now occupied by the George Hill family.
The box supper and carnival sponsored by the high school was well attended. About seventy dollars was realized from the event and everyone reports an enjoyable time.
Mrs. Helen Holsworth is convalescing from the shingles.
Mr. Jack Holsworth is in Richmond with Mr. Sirmon threshing rice. Mrs. Jack and two children are in Markham with Mrs. Sirmon.
Miss Mineola Bullington spent Sunday in Collegeport in the Carl Boeker home.
Collegeport basketball were defeated at Markham last Friday evening.
Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Penland and Mrs. John Ackerman spent Saturday in Bay City.
Mrs. Anna Crane visited her daughter, Mrs. Dick Corporon and baby son Saturday evening.
Mrs. Nelson, whose home is in the state of Kansas, is spending the winter as a guest in the home of her son, Roy Nelson and family of this place.
Saturday marked the closing of nearly all the rice harvest for this section.
Mr. and Mrs. S. K. Harvey reports the birth of a son last Monday in their home.
Mr. and Mrs. George Hubert spent several days with the latter's brother, Mr. Hugo Kundinger.
Merle Heisey of Houston has been visiting in the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John B. Heisey.
Mrs. Lawrence Conover is visiting relatives in Newgulf.
Hutchins King, Elizabeth Eisel, Arthur Liggett, Frances King, C. W. Boeker and Rosalie Nelson of this place, attended the Franklin Theater in Bay City Saturday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Kay Legg of Gulf, spent Sunday in the B. V. Merck home.
Mrs. A. G. Hunt and Miss Lera accompanied by Miss Thompson spent Saturday in Bay City.
Mr. North Cable, who has been suffering from an infection in his arm, is improving.
Mr. and Mrs. Fisher Clary of Newgulf spent Saturday and Sunday in Collegeport in the Lee Conover home.
Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Brown have moved to Palacios.
Mr. S. M. Corse spent Sunday in the Chas. Duller home in Blessing.
Miss Elizabeth Eisel has been ill the last few days.
Mr. and Mrs. S. A. Willbanks of Fancy Prairie, Ill., have bought the home formerly occupied by Arlie Brown and have moved in.
Mr. Palmer Robbins was in Collegeport on business Tuesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Carl Boeker and Miss Bullington spent Monday in Houston.
Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Brown have bought the Pewee Lunch room in Palacios and have moved there.
Mrs. Emmitt Chiles spent Tuesday in Bay City.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank King spent Tuesday in Bay City. Mr. King is serving on the jury.
Mr. and Mrs. Otto Jennings of Southland Hotel, San Antonio, spent Tuesday in Collegeport.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 27, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Henry Martyn owns a very fine shot gun. It is what is known as a 402 gauge, whatever that is, but it is sure a wicked shooter. Henry brought down game Sunday for the first time and knowing how the miserable wretch hones for doves, quail, et cetera, he brought his first kill to her.
It consisted of a brace of Zenaidura maerousa, whatever that my be. Addison once wrote "He is said to have shot...fifty brace of pheasants." Maybe this is what Henry did. Anyway had he seen the look of cannabalistic satisfaction on the face of the MW he would have been well paid for this thoughtfulness and generosity. We have been regaled, delighted and refreshed, this week with a big sack of Satsuma oranges the gift of Vernon, Emily and Bill Hurd. The fruit was large in size, chuckful of delicious juicy juice, little rag and fine flavor. I suspect the flavor is due to the fact that Bill picked them from the trees. The Satsuma is so easily raised that it appears we should at least sufficient for our own use. [That's how the sentence was worded.]
Friday night the school held a box supper with several extra stunts put on by the girls in various booths. The affair was given a goodly attendance and the receipts filled the exchequor to the extent of $63.10. Even at that, when all bills were paid, what was left required only a very small sack.
Fish pond and bait - $1.60 Turkey - 1.43 Crepe paper - .48 Cleaning the house - 1.00 Mowing tennis court - 1.25 Express - 1.78 Postage - 2.00 League dues - 4.00 Diagnostic tests - 1.69 Telefone calls - .65 Balance due on ditto machine - 46.39 Total - $62.64
Cash on hand forty six cents. This statement supplied by Superintendent White, in order that the public, who so generously patronized the affair, might know for what purpose the money was expended. This is right and proper. Such statements avoid criticism. People are tired of handing out money only to have it disappear without a trace. A cake made by Mrs. Gustave Franzen brought the sum of $12.00. How can people yowl about depression when they buy cakes at such a figure. It was a fine cake all right and worth the money.
Thursday I was invited to the King's Daughter's club which met with Mrs. Liggett. I looked in vain for some of them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, but soon as my eye rested on a big platter of dumplings with chicken gravy, I forgot noodles and got busy absorbing dumplings and soon I was resting in perfect case. Fried chicken, salads, pies, cakes, coffee, chocolate, fruits. I did not stay to the religious session, for soon as my appetite was fully satisfied I went home and took a very comfortable siesta. Seth Corse was also a guest and spent his time eating and discussing the making of Yo-yos at which he is adept. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, was a special guest and talked to those present about what appears to be the beginning of an epidemic of whooping cough. She gave the mothers some interesting advice on the early treatment of this distressing disease.
Saturday, with Burton D. Hurd, I went to Bay City and called on those who are living easy lives in the court house. Wanted to see Ruby, but confronting me as I looked through the bars, I found a sign "Recording fees cash in advance." Such signs always throw a scare into me, so in my timid manner and with rubber heeled shoes, I made a sneak and was lucky to get out of that cash place. If the sign had read "No cash required for recording," I sure would have had some thing recorded in order that I might have talked with Ruby. I hope Mrs. Hensley runs for the office of district clerk next time for I sure would enjoy voting for her. Hensley looks well fed and I don't think he needs the job. Thos. H. Lewis tried to look wise, as he gave me some legal advice. Judge McNabb and Commissioners Bond and the ladies' friend, Baker, all were wearing happy smiles because they were to visit Austin Tuesday to meet the state highway commission in the interest of the Hug the Coast. The county court realized the necessity of a viaduct so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's chapel and for that reason they are determined to put the proposition over right away. Met Gustafson and had difficulty in talking with him, for his talk box was way up in the clouds and I had no step ladder. I did manage to learn that with the division engineer, he had visited Collegeport and gone over the Matagorda section of the Hug the Coast. It will be a case of "to be or not to be" Tuesday when the state commission meets.
Sunday morning, a heavy fog covered the earth and out in the pastures the huisache and grass were all a glitter with drops of dew. On the branches, I found delicate spider webs in many beautiful forms. Each web was decorated with drops of dew which glistened like diamonds and the thought came to me that they were like lace handkerchiefs, which some fairy had hung out to dry. Although they looked so dainty, so delicate and so frail, as if a breath might destroy them, they billowed and swelled in the morning breeze like the sails of an angel's ship. Flowers nodded to me. Grasses tipped with diamonds and rubies bowed as I passed. Birds sprang up from their resting place and broke into song. A horned toad frightened at my approach lumbered away to hide in the weeds. A small snake slithered across the path. Two small white dogs barked at me and then wagging their tails in a friendly "good morning" came and allowed me to scratch their heads, their tails beating time in their enjoyment. And then the sun rise! The world, its voice hushed during the past night, began to speak. The morning sun laid a patina of gold on the sparkling waters of the bay. It painted in gorgeous colors the fields of the Magic Bottle. In the distance, Pass Cavallo, between the green walls of sea water. Lush green waves dashing on the beach. Sea gulls, their white wings glistening in the sun as they wheeled and circled like a band of corsairs. Flash of scarlet, a glimmer of red. Flashes of color, concentrated spots, where the sun spattered his paints. Dashes of reds, darts of scarlet, crimson fading into green and into an emerald sea. Sun drenched prairies, waving grain. Clouds like gold domed temples. Star flames. The river sluggish, like a great green snake wallowing on its way. Colors flowing in vermillion, purple, saffron. From the faint star pricked sky, a fading yellow moon threw a golden glow. A flash to the zenith and his majesty the lord of day appeared. Another day. Isn't life wonderful?
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 27, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about experiences from Mr. Clapp's past that he would like to do once more.]
The Girl Reserves had a party Friday night at the Hurd home. Half the girls were dressed as boys and the other half as girls and you know just about how girls dress. They had a swell time dancing, playing games, giving readings and one of them by Frances Eisel is worth printing so here it is:
"In men whom men, condemn as ill, I find so much goodness still. In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot. I dare not draw the line, Between the two when God has not."
Wish the Girl Reserves would provide the public with a statement of what they have accomplished that is of community value. Might surprise some folk.
The town is growing rapidly as witness the starting of a handsome new bungalow by Carl Boeker. I don't know that it will look like a bungalow, but that is the favorite name. Anyway, it means one more home along Central Street. It will be built in the middle of block 101 between Avenues D and E and is a very desirable location.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilbank, father and mother of Mrs. Carl Boeker, have moved here from Illinois and are at home in the home formerly owned by Oscar Chapin.
An old saw tells us that when "the cat is away the mice play." Now I am not trying to give the impression that the miserable wretch is a cat for she is not. She is at times kittenish, but never catty. She is a royal good sport, a loyal, loving pard. But she done gone and left me Saturday in the company of Dorothy Corporon and Dean Merck for a trip to San Antonio to visit Mary Louise. No sooner had she disappeared down the "nine foot sidewalk," than I got busy and planned for a party. My guests were Frances and Elizabeth Eisel, Tootsie Chiles, and Rosalie Nelson, so counting me in, we had five swell girls. It was a very swell affair with dinner at high noon which means some time after twelve by the ticker. No sooner did us five girls get things to moving nicely than in drives Seth Corse, Geo. Harrison and Emmitt Chiles, but they received such a chilly welcome that they soon departed for that bunch of gallos were out of place. All this time the piece de resistance was sending out tempting odors, suggesting that dinner would soon be served. The color motif was green and yellow. The yellow provided by a big bunch of yellow daisies in the center piece on the old oaken board, the linen and glass ware being green. I dislike to give the menu for it might tantalize the reader but here it is:
Bouillon with crackers Roast ham a la Homecroft Potatoes au natural Eliza Asparagus tips on lettuce with supreme dressing Fruit salad a la Francesa Cheese straws Tootsie sweet Fruit Cake Rosalie Cafe demi tasse
Before closing this account and "enpassant" as they say, it was quite a social event, very recherche, Sunday night I expect the M. W. to return so us girls will wait until she goes away again for another dinner party.
Richard Eugene Corporon was a business visitor on our streets Sunday, his business being a visit with his grandmother, Mrs. Anna D. Crane.
Sunday I was a guest for dinner at the Liggett home and all who know Mrs. Liggett will require no mention of the menu for it was perfection from soup to nuts. Fine to have such good neighbors.
The Matagorda County Tribune, November 3, 1932
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The County Christian Endeavors met in Collegeport Monday night at the Community House. All had a real good time. Miss Lera Hunt was absent from the Endeavor society on account of begin sick all last week. She is improving at present writing, however. Little Tommie Jenkins is much better at present although she still has a pretty bad cough. Mrs. Frank Jenkins was seen on the streets of Bay City last Saturday. Mrs. Penland went to Bay City last Saturday accompanied by Mrs. Welsby. Mrs. A. G. Hunt returned home last week from helping care for the sick at Joe Frank Jenkins to find both her children Lera and Raymond sick with the flu. Lera took to the bed immediately to remain there for four or five days with tonsillitis. Everybody is ready and waiting for the hunting season to open for the ducks and geese are making lots of noise all around here. Mrs. Tom Thompson was on the sick list last week. Collegeport Home Demonstration of Meat Canning The cutting and canning of steaks, roasts and chili meats was the main subject of the demonstration given at the Community House, Nov. 8 by Mrs. Sides and Mr. Montague. A steer should be chosen that does not put on fat on the outside and inside as the Jerseys do Mr. Montague said. Farmers should have the best opportunity to choose the best beeves. He gave a very interesting demonstration of the cutting of meats of good grades. The steaks and roasts are cut and rolled the right size to fit the can seared in plenty of hot grease then placed in cans and sealed. They are then kept under 15 pound pressure for sixty minutes and the resulting canned meat has an excellent flavor. Those present at the demonstration were Mr. and Mrs. Wilbanks, from Illinois father and mother of Mrs. Carl Boeker who was also there, Mr. and Mrs. Pat Richman, Sr., Mr. Sid Richman, Mr. Manford Foster, Mrs. Foster, Miss Mary Ellen Foster, Mrs. Nelson, Mr. and Mrs. Franzen, Mr. John Carrick, Mrs. Rena Wright, Mrs. Longuet, Mr. John Ackerman, Mrs. F. L. Jenkins, Mrs. A. G. Hunt, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Walter, Miss Maurine Thompson, Mr. and Mrs. S. E. Dickinson, Mr. and Mrs. Heisey, Mrs. Sides and Mr. Montague, Mr. and Mrs. Ira Corporon, Mrs. Prunty, Miss Flossie Prunty, Mrs. F. W. Goff, Mr. Melvin Spoor, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Mr. John Evans, Mrs. Will Boeker, Mrs. Tom Thompson and Mr. Jack Holsworth and Mr. L. E. Liggett. Matagorda County Tribune,
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The boom and staccato barks of shot guns tells me that some fellow is violating the game laws. And these are the things I hear at night.
The Woman's Union met Thursday with Mrs. Roy Nelson. A goodly attendance, fine program and delicious refreshments were on the program.
Last week I informed by readers that Carl Boeker was building a bungalow on Central Street. Now I am obliged to detract, disparage, perhaps distract my readers for Mr. Boeker has purchased the Oscar Chapin store property which he now occupies with a grocery stock and will build an addition for family living quarters.
Once each year comes All Soul's Day with its hallowe'en or hallow evening. It is generally a time for ghosts to walk abroad, spooks to spook, goblins to gobble and black cats to spit. Knowing this and having in charge of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd an abundant supply of skeery things from witches that witch to skulls and cross bones and other horrid things, the Woman's Club under Mrs. Hurd's direction took over the program for Monday night. It was sort of a ball masque affair without the ball. All secreted behind masks were admitted free, all others were assessed the sum ten cents. Just a fine for being so sensitive. Under the rule all who wore masks were obliged to keep them on until after the Grand March and Cake Walk. Prizes were given excellent set ups and some of them were pretty nifty. One girl dressed as a bloody pirate and she sure had sweet legs and looking at the latter one could not realize that the mask hid the face of a brutal, blood thirsty pirate. The prizes awarded were as follows: Best boy costume, comic boy costume and tallest man, all three went to R. K. Thompson. Dean [Merck] the fattest man, James Franzen smallest boy, Burton D. Hurd as a hod carrier was the comic man. Ruby Corporon and Frances Brimberry the funniest couple, Elizabeth Eisel, best girl costume, Frances Eisel, Japanese costume imported the tallest woman. Mrs. Vernon K. Hurd two prizes the fattest woman and the comic woman. Bobbie Chiles the smallest girl. Dorothy Franzen in an imported Swedish dress, the prettiest girl. R. K. Thompson and Frances Eisel the best couple (watch her Everett), Ethel Nelson as a butterfly won the cake walk prize. Candy one cent per candy, pop corn balls one cent per pop and punch five cents per slug made up the refreshments. About eighty were present and spent an enjoyable evening and sweetened the club's exchequer and sweetened the club's exchequer to the time of twelve simoleons. Notwithstanding the opportunity for clean fun some miscreant visited the yard of Seth W. Corse and stripped his trees of all the oranges. Why?
The great event of the week was the return of the miserable wretch from San Antonio.
She was the guest of Dean Merck and Dorothy Franzen and they all reported a glorious time and long to go again. The M. W. was in heaven for she was with Mary Louise. They were witnesses to two terrible auto wrecks in one of which a young woman was killed and in the other two men had a narrow escape from burning death. Well boys, I'll say I was very thankful to have my woman back again. Good ones are scarce so I prize the one I have.
Saturday we journeyed to Bay City for Trades Day. The town was filled with folk. The stores busy handling out goods and taking in cash. Every one appeared to enjoy the day. I suggest that the drawing of numbers would be fairer if the tickets were placed in a churn and before each drawing well churned. Yesterday the tickets were in a tin can and seldom stirred and the tickets on the bottom had very little chance of being lucky.
Any merchant who is not willing to pay the entrance fee for the sake of seeing a big crowd in Bay City once each month should be ashamed of himself. He should close his store and refuse to profit by the money and time of the progressive merchants of the town. He does not. He keeps open doors and without participating in the expense, profits by the efforts of others. I have a list of the business men who provide for this trades day and I will not spend one penny of my hard won scuff with the other fellow. Personally, I [would] rather go to Bay City any other day for I do not enjoy hauling aroun' the town waitin' for something.
I turned that "Cash Only" sign to the wall and with that notice out of sight, managed to see Ruby. She is the county clerk and not supposed to be a collector but she has collected a beautiful granddaughter. What has Kleska done in that line? Saw Mrs. Kleska, Mrs. Tetts, Mrs. Belcher and Cora B. and enjoyed talking with them. Mrs. Martyn, county health nurse, flitting about in a quest for more tonsils. George Harrison looking worried as though the court house rested on his shoulders.
It is the viaduct across the bay to Palacios so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel that worries him. Judge McNabb and Amos Lee studying the law of elections. Charles Langham with his treasurer safe empty and doors wide open. I intend to cast my two votes for him for eight more terms when he will be one hundred years old and should retire. He is a handsome buck for an eighty-four-year-old.
Mirth is a failure as a football prophet. I cannot explain, but his teams just do not win. I hope his political prophecies will run the same way. I don't think he knows any more about the political situation than I do and I know nothing.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 10, 1932
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Mr. Fouracre is on the sick list this last week. Mr. and Mrs. Percy Corporon visited with Ira Corporon Sunday. The attendance contest of the Christian Endeavors ended in a tie about two weeks ago so they had to work it off this Sunday. The Reds came out winners of about three points. The points were given for each person present, one point and each person taking part one point. Mr. H. Gussie has been trading cord wood for pigs and what time he isn't hauling wood he's been hauling pigs. Mr. and Mrs. Hugo Kundinger took an auto trip out towards Victoria on Armistice Day. Mr. Vern Batchelder also closed his store on Armistice Day. Mr. Ira Corporan celebrated that day with a chicken dinner. Those present were Mrs. Brumberry, Sr., Mrs. Brumberry, Jr., and family, Mrs. A. G. Hunt and daughter, Lera and the Corporon family. Mrs. Tom Thompson is on the sick list again. She had a stroke of paralysis. Mr. Willie Rapstine was a caller on A. G. Hunt, Sunday from Claudine, Texas. He is going camping and fishing on the bay with two other boys. Mr. Carl Boeker is kept busy going from his Collegeport store to his Palacios store. Mr. Sam Franz was a visitor at Mr. Tom Thompson's, Sunday. Miss Delma Scarborough is planning on leaving us for Houston soon. Sorry to have you leave Delma. Mr. and Mrs. Tot Oliver have been visiting Leo Miller the last week. They took Mrs. Miller on a short visit up to Yoakum while here. Miss Mamie Franzen has returned home from Houston where she had been helping her brother Arnold get ready for his wedding which took place last week. He and his new bride have gone to Kansas City for a short honeymoon. Matagorda County Tribune,
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Paraphrasing a statement made by a great president, I write that "it is a ticklish condition that confronts us and not a vacuous theory." We have the choice of sitting on our haunches and lapsing into "innocuous desuetude" or grasping implements at our hands snatch victory from defeat. Results rest entirely in our own hands. It appears to me that we are at the parting of the roads. One leads to a larger, finer community, expansion and realization of our dreams. The other leads to destruction of all our hopes, visions, plans. Which it shall be is largely in our hands. I refer to the possibility of our losing railroad service and failure to construct the viaduct and consequent loss of the Hug-the-Coast Highway through Collegeport. The loss of either is appalling to contemplate. What it means to lose both of these facilities is beyond my comprehension. The fact is that we very much desire to be a great big frog. The trouble is that the pond is too small for more than two or three big frogs. What must we do to enlarge the pond and accommodate several big frogs? At present, there are just two things to accomplish. The first is to make a vigorous protest against the request of the St. Louis, Brownsville and Mexico Railroad, for permission to abandon our branch line from Buckeye to Collegeport a distance of 16.9 miles. A protest has been filed and a hearing will be held when the time for such has been decided on. The second is a united effort before the state highway commission for the designation of the Hug-the-Coast Highway from Palacios, via Collegeport, to Freeport and Galveston.
The tools for this constructive work are now in our hands. They consist of three utensils: co-operation, co-ordination and cohesion. Big words these and if one looks in the dictionary, one will perhaps be confused with the various definitions. The meaning is so plain, that any school child may understand these big words. Co-operation simply means helping each other. Co-ordination means the blending of efforts towards a common end. Cohesion means that we must stick together. I am unable to comprehend that any resident of the territory penetrated by the rail road or the proposed highway will refuse to co-operate, co-ordinate or cohere. If we use these simple tools, as God has given us the power to do, we shall enjoy success and enlarge our pond and make it a place where many big frogs may croak to their heart's content. It is a consummation devoutly to be wished for. The highway commission has up to this date taken no formal action on the highway. They have neither approved nor condemned. They only memorandum of their action is "Mr. Gilchrist will take up the matter with the different counties along the route about making location surveys." So far as the commission is concerned, there the subject rests. It is not resting with the people along the route for through the county courts and the county committees, there is much activity and unceasing work is going on. Collegeport is racked and torn by cliques that have very little use for the others or confidence in any group except its own. We must bury deep all such feelings and every man, woman and child, regardless of politics or religion must help the other, must blend their efforts and stick together. I wish to warn the readers of this column who live in the territory to be benefited, that if we do not arouse ourselves and make use of these tools, it will be many a long year before we will be able to visit Palacios in five minutes time. If the branch is abandoned, it will be many a year before we shall have railroad privileges. Will we croak loud and long or like little frogs simply chatter? This column carries a message each week to people interested in Collegeport.
Election day came and passed. No riots. Just a getting together and voting as each wished. The result was not pleasing to Republicans, but it seemed to please the people and all I can say is that Mrs. Ferguson is my governor and Franklin Roosevelt is my president. O, well, another day is coming, so we will wait with patience. Wednesday I took the returns of this precinct to Bay City and waiting for the train, I called on some dear old friends. They insisted that I take home as a gift, a generous sack of meal. One time may years ago some fellows called on a man named Joseph for the purpose of buying some meal. When they arrived home and opened the sacks, they found in each sack their money. When I arrived home with my sack of meal, friend wife found in the sack what appeared to be a very valuable cup. It was no doubt a rare antique, for the handle was gone and it had several nicks. I suspect that we must return this cup for we are supposed to be honest folk, but I dislike to give up my antiques.
Thursday the Woman's Club met in the library building transacted the usual routine business and listened to a well arranged program. About thirty-nine books were loaned the same day. Guess folks appreciate this library. It is a strange situation. The three women who made up the library board give their time freely for public benefit, but when they wish the yard cleaned up or anything done to improve the property a wage is demanded and often times from those who never contribute a penny or an hour's time. They profit but they never give. Why this attitude?
Thursday evening Doctor Morris of the Second Presbyterian Church of Houston, united in marriage Arnold B. Franzen and Miss Mildred Moormin. The ceremony was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ben Buthol, 5970 Logan Lane Drive. The home was beautifully decorated with splendid blooms and the wedding was witnessed by many friends including the family of the groom and the bride's sister. After the wedding the young people departed on a wedding trip that takes them to Kansas City to visit the bride's grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Burton and to Iowa to visit kinfolk of the groom. In about ten days they will return to occupy a beautifully furnished house at 304 Welsh Avenue. I have never met the bride but she is described to me as a cultured, sweet, one hundred pounds of sugar. Arnold Franzen was born in Iowa and came here with his parents when he was about two years old, so he grew up in this place and we have had the pleasure of being witness to the growth of a character that has been remarkable. Arnold is an outstanding young man. Strong character, vigorous mind, alert, capable, well educated, being a graduate of Rice Institute. He is as clean and sound as a hound's tooth. I predict for him a very successful business life and I know that the bride will always have shelter, clothes and cakes for Arnold has been taught from infancy, by frugal parents to be frugal, but never stingy. In my mind's eye I see Arnold as a young man about as near perfect as possible in this world. Collegeport has abundant reason to be proud of this produce of the community. I am proud of this young couple and I pray that God will watch over them, guide them through the shoals and reefs of married life and bless them abundantly in their endeavors.
"Then before all they stand,--the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, Shining within when all without is night; A guardian angel o'er his life presiding Winning him back when mingling in the throng Back from a world we love alas! too long To fireside happiness to hours of ease, Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. How oft her eyes read his; her gentle mind To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined; Still subject,--ever on the watch to borrow Mirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow! The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts-touch them but rightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before." From Human Life--Samuel Rogers.
Mrs. Rena Wright spent several days in Houston, the guest of the Weborg family. Old timers will remember that Mr. and Mrs. Weborg operated a nice hotel and general store across the street from the post office. Desirable folk and the community suffered a loss with their removal.
It is reported that federal game wardens arrested two men who were hunting without a license. The men were taken to Galveston according to a report.
North Cable has done some fine work beautifying the school grounds and flowers now bloom where for years weeds prospered. The flag flew to the breeze on Armistice Day. Why don't it fly every day school is in session? Thought the state law required it. Am I in error?
About two thousand years ago a child was born in a stable and three wise men following a star found the child. Thursday a child was born in a stable close by the town. No men were wise enough to follow a star, but the county health nurse did and visited the new mother and the ten pound baby girl.
If the Red Cross cotton cloth is to be distributed a la to every one in the county, I wish to register enough for a pair of white panties and I will not use an auto in making the request.
I advise C. A. Boren and all others afflicted with a similar infection to read "What about the banks" by Frank Venderlip and I advise all to read "John Citizen and the Presidency," by Samuel G. Blythe. Both articles in Saturday Evening Post of Nov. 5, 1932.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 17, 1932
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Thanksgiving week has just passed and now we must get ready for the Yuletide. We are having a church bazaar at the community house this Thursday to help out on Christmas trees, etc. Among those who attended Thanksgiving or harvest home dinner at the depot at Citrus Grove were several old neighbors who always return on that day from other places where they have moved from here. We always love to get together with them on that day to renew old times together. Those present from other places than our community were Mr. and Mrs. Will Batchelder and family from Palacios; Reverend Pain from the Methodist Church of Palacios, who gave us an address; Mrs. Della Braden and Will Shuey from Blessing; Mitchell Peltier and Jack Bonner from West Columbia; Dr. and Mrs. Fossett of Houston and their two sons and Mr. and Mrs. Longuet of El Maton. Besides about 65 of our own community which includes Citrus Grove, Ashby, Simpsonville and Collegeport, all had a good visit and fine dinner. Our next community dinner will be held at Collegeport on New Year's. All come to that at the community house. Will announce what day exactly in next news as New Year's family have moved back to Collegeport living on Main Street in McCune's home. Mr. and Mrs. Brack English have also moved back with them. Miss Anna Dale English is here with them at present but expects to return to Houston where her sister Patty English Epperson lives. Mrs. Spence, mother of Mrs. L. E. Liggett is at Mrs. Liggett's on a short visit. We understand that Mrs. Spence isn’t very strong therefore will not get about much while here. Mr. and Mrs. John Merck have moved from the Van Ness house to the Wilkinson house near Jenkins. Mr. Manford Foster had an operation last week for appendicitis. He is doing nicely. Miss Flossie Prunty is absent on a visit at Wharton with Mary Conover who works there. Reverend Wiley from Houston will be with us for the morning and evening services next Sunday. Everybody come. Christian Endeavor topic is "How Can We Make Christian Unity." The leader for Sunday evening Endeavor is R. K. Thompson. The Christian Endeavorers are planning a white gift offering for next Sunday evening. Mrs. Brimberry celebrated Thanksgiving day with a very severe toothache. Had to go to the dentist and have it pulled. Raymond Hunt spent the week-end with his grandfather, Will Corporon at Citrus Grove, hunting. Mitchell Peltier and Jack Bonner spent Thanksgiving night with Percy Corporon. Milford Liggett has whooping cough pretty bad. Mrs. Liggett has been unable to attend various social activities on account of the whooping cough in her home. You boys better begin practicing the square dances for the Girl Reserves are practicing up for an old-fashioned barn dance. They intend to give in the future. Matagorda County Tribune,
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The other day I received a letter from a dame up north who wrote some nasty things condemning me for calling friend wife the miserable wretch. The writer does not understand, so I am explaining the matter. Friend wife is a perch crowder and her name is Louise which is Italian and means "do as I say."
The other day I, in a most loving ways said: "Darling have I ever told a lie?" and she replied "only several times." There is no reason why this woman should doubt me, or ever fail to give me trust. With this explanation, how can any reasonable person object when I call her the miserable wretch?
Monday the Markham fellers came down the "nine foot sidewalk" and stopped at Collegeport, no doubt because it was the end of the road. There being no viaduct, so they might cross the bay, they decided to stay here and play the Collegeport Bear Cats and at last they started home carrying their tails behind 'em with a score of 9 to 11 favor local team.
This living at the end of the road is getting to be a helluva nuisance.
Mr. Fred Goff criticizes the Texas ballot, because the names of electors appeared thereon. He claims that he never has voted for electors, but that up north they vote for president direct. Maybe they do but not in the last 150 years.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn here Monday making "curtsy calls" on the sick and gladly informed that they were on the gain.
Tuesday I was introduced to Richard Eugene Corporon, but he was so busy taking his evening meal that he gave me little attention. Guess I'll have to try again to form his acquaintance.
Frank King is securing some valuable data on the cattle industry of this district to be used in our protest against the abandonment of the branch line.
The thoughtful person has memories on Thanksgiving Day. The day is one to remember way back to the times when the Pilgrims fought against nature, against the red man foe, against tide and poverty and they won. Today? How different. A rich nation, abundance of food, shelter, clothing. Not well distributed perhaps, but the sufferers are so limited in number compared with our immense population that they are cared for. Let us then be thankful, that while we have an abundance, we have the great heart to share God's blessings with others less fortunate. It matters little if we have born losses during the year, if illness has been our share, if friends have failed us, this is the day when we should cast up the accounts and praise God for the blessings. We have our health, food, clothes, shelter, many friends left and these are the things that really count. It is wise, if today we decide that during the coming year we radiate joy, happiness, optimism, prosperity, goodwill, for then we will be contributors towards the general welfare of our community and nation. We will not only become better acquainted with our fellow men but they will begin to know us. It is not a day of gorging food. It is a day of praise and thanks. A day when hearts should overflow into the hearts and lives of others. Spend no time weeping over the past. Live this day and make it a mark at which to shoot for the next twelve months. Then it will be a true Thanksgiving day.
At Citrus Grove about one hundred and twenty-seven folk gathered for the twenty-third community dinner. The usual abundance in food was served and all had an enjoyable time. No depression manifested itself at that gathering. All who came were welcome and fed to repletion. Hats off to the devoted men and women who for all these years have carried on.
As for us Homecrofters we had the usual turkey with supreme dressing and all items that go with the King Bird of the day. Mr. Schubring and his daughter Esther came down for the day from Houston and the Crane family had a royal gathering, the principal guest being His Royal Highness, Richard Eugene Corporon and while he confined his diet to milk he cast longing eyes on the bounties displayed on the table. Never mind Eugene for next year you shall have the first joint in your hand.
Mrs. Helen Holsworth entertained the Ben Mowerys. Seth Corse, judge of the seventh judicial district, was filled with turk at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Duller at Blessing. The Burton Hurds traveled to the west side of the river to spend the day with Vernon, Emily and Bill.
Mrs. Cora B. loves to browse in literary fields. She enjoys good stuff and for that reason reads the Tribune, for she knows that once each week it will run some good thing. The other day she went afield and ran into the Houston Post and found that Jumelew had been Tampering With Trifles and written a poem called "Pretend." Cora B. thought she would also pretend and she also wrote a poem and sent the original manuscript to me which I shall preserve.
"The red roses may shatter The flame--vine cease to wind-- The birds may forget their twitter--e'en may forget their song! The years may be cruel--or the years maybe kind As the deep sorrows come, and pass along. We may forget the bitter, in remembering the sweet, We may play we are flowers-birds, sunshine, rain In a world of "Play-Like" that enchanted retreat! But life's "Play-Like" would vanish we would know its pain If, in that dreamland of pleasure We might learn that a Friend Were a phantom of "Make Believe" In the world of "Pretend."
I have nominated Cora B. for membership in Hack's Posey Club.
Miss Leota Huff was hostess for a very fine party at the home of her grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Dickinson, Wednesday night. Mr. Dickinson desired that the young guests enjoy good music so he arranged for Victor's Victrola Orchestra. To this music especially with "My Mamma's in Town" they danced the time away. The guests were six girls and six boys and it was planned to be a depression party, the girls to wear cotton dresses and the boys overalls. But the boys nigged and came in their go to meetin' clothes. That left the poor girls arrayed in cotton but of course they wore silk hose, silk undies, step-ins and other dodads of female raiment. This depression sure has been a tough proposition for us girls. I think it just terrible that the girl guests were down to cotton. No one is to blame but President Hoover. Anyway it was a very fine special event and all enjoyed the hospitality of the Dickinson home.
O, joy, Mary Louise will be home December 24th for a ten-day vacation.
'Under the old willow tree I'll be waiting for thee. Come to me with light in your eyes As blue as the bluest skies. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry to me. I am waiting under the willow tree." --Fragments From Hack.
Mr. and Mrs. Arnold B. Franzen drove from Houston Saturday to spend the week-end with the Franzen family. That night about twenty young people assembled to give them welcome. Delicious refreshments were served and a delightful evening was spent. I have not seen the bride, but friend wife described her as a petite brunette, vivacious, cultured, beautiful and just as sweet as a lump o' honey. When I see her, I will satisfy myself about the honey business, for I always have liked honey.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 1, 1932
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The time of year for moving has arrived it seems. Mr. John Merck hadn't much more than got moved until a family from Arkansas moved into the Van Ness house. Their name is Miller. A Mr. Whitehead helped them move and is here at present also. Mr. Stewart Savage is supposed to move into the home where Mr. Tom Thompson now lives while Mr. Thompson is expected to come to Bay City. Miss Ruth Boeker returned home for a short visit Sunday. She helps in the Boeker store at Palacios. Mr. Will Corporon of Citrus Grove was in Collegeport visiting, Sunday. Mrs. Emmit Chiles baby is sick with the whooping cough. Flemming Chiles and family were visiting his parents last Thursday. Mrs. John Heisey has gone to Houston for a two weeks visit with her son, Marrell and wife, they left last Tuesday. Two or three car loads of young people of the Christian Endeavorers attended the Christian Endeavor convention of Matagorda County at Blessing, Monday night. While the young people were having a bridge party at Franzen's last week in honor of Clifford and his new bride another bunch of young people gathered to cheviveri the new married couple and had to wait a long while until they were all to bed then the noise began. They all report a lovely good time after getting the household out of bed again. Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hale of Wadsworth were visiting Mrs. Hale's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Fulcher last Sunday. Manford Foster is back again from the hospital where he had an operation for appendicitis. Manford looks a little pale and doesn't walk quite as straight and upright as he used to. Mr. Meyeres the railroad section boss died at Citrus Grove of leakage of the heart on Thursday. Mr. A. G. Hunt and Mr. Ri_ Underwood have taken over the wood business from Mr. W. H. Gussie. Those wishing for wood see Mr. Hunt and Mr. Underwood at the blacksmith shop. Miss Flossie Prunty has returned from her visit at Wharton. Mrs. Rob, Mrs. Haines and Mr. Wylie and Mr. Rogers all from the Houston Presbytery were here to give us some very fine addresses last week. Matagorda County
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Tonight, this first day of December, we both long for the music of the waves washing the pilings of the viaduct over which we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, might cross to service at St. John's Chapel.
The E. A. McCune family have moved back to the old play ground and occupy the Smith bungalow on Central Street. Good to have Carmalete back again with her two fine boys. With them came Mr. and Mrs. Brack English and Annadell. The latter goes back to her sister, Miss Patsy, to finish a business education. Mary is a staid married woman. Only a few years ago the four English girls were kids going to school and playing about the town. It was yesterday that I saw Mae Dickinson on her way to school. A roly-poly cherub, vivacious, intelligent, mischief in her eyes and a cute pair of legs. Today I saw her a married woman with her sweet baby daughter. If the baby grows into as fascinating a girl as her mother was, she is destined to be some baby. Time certainly does fugit. The child of yesteryear is the woman of today. Sometime they all come back to Collegeport.
January first, 1910, the Collegeport community held the first New Year's Community Dinner. It has been an event each year since that time. Once because of very inclement weather, only two, S. W. Corse and H. A. Clapp, waded through the mud and braved the strong norther with its beating rain. But they met, ate heartily, smoked good cigars and kept the faith. The custom was unbroken. This year as the first comes on Sunday, the dinner will be held on Saturday, December 31 and all are invited to bring their baskets, feast on the bounties, mingle with old friends and help to make the 23rd community dinner another bright spot in the year. Each year we miss a face. This year we shall not see Minnie Corse at the table. Next year some other familiar figure will have passed beyond, but they all leave with those who remain, the determination to hold up the torch in remembrance.
The Manatee or Sea Cow is an aquatic, herbivorous mammal of the order of Sirenia or genus Trichechus. It is from eight to twelve feet in length, rather clumsy on land with a flat tail rounded on the ends and fore limbs flattened like paddles. The other day one appeared on this coast which was a rare thing. It climbed onto the bank and began grazing when a rifle barked and the world lost an animal that is almost extinct. I suppose the man who did this is rather proud of the act, for in his ignorance he knows not that he committed a crime against the animal kingdom. A harmless animal from a tribe with small numbers. Dead, a rotting carcass, feed for buzzards. A hide in possession of the hunter, of doubtful value. It is with horror I learn of such acts. Why do men and boys desire to murder any living thing that comes within range. This I am unable to understand. Had the animal been captured alive, it could have lived in a zoo and furnished interesting educational value for all who might see it.
Mr. A. R. Meyers, who has been in charge of the section work on the Collegeport branch for many years, died suddenly Thursday morning. Wednesday afternoon he went to Palacios to visit the doctor and returned feeling better. He passed away in his sleep, an easy passage from this life to the other. God was good to him. Interment in the Collegeport Cemetery with Rev. Robert Payne of the Palacios Methodist Church reading the burial service.
Friday, the W. H. Miller family arrived from Moro, Ark. and moved into the Van Ness house. We give this family welcome and hope that their life here will be enjoyable and that soon they will become identified with the social and business activities of the community.
Quite a number of our women attended the meeting of the County Federation of Women's Clubs held at Wadsworth Saturday. Thursday the Woman's Union held their bazaar in the community house. Macauley says a bazaar is a "fair for the sale of fancy ware, toys, etc. commonly for a charitable object." A very definite, definition, for that is what it was. Hundreds of articles were for sale and generously purchased. The stunts were in charge of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd and among them were fish ponds, where one might buy bait and fish to heart's content always assured of a bite. Many fine fish were caught, for the bait was so alluring and enticing that it was not at all difficult to wheedle the fish into a biting mood. Oysters in any form were served, so the advertisement read, but it appears that any form meant raw, stewed or fried. Made me think of the waitress who asked the hotel guest "how'll you have your eggs?" He replied, "scrambled if you please" and she told him "you'll have 'em fried." Well, anyway, the oysters were there with plenty of pie and swell coffee and so those fortunate enough to be present were fed to repletion, had an opportunity to take away fine Christmas supplies and the Union's exchequer was enriched. This has been an annual event for many years.
The other day we slaughtered a young steer on the sabbath day, being the seventh day of the week. Canned it on Sunday the first day of the week and now have on our shelves about two hundred pounds of roast, steak, chili, liver, soup stock and all of it may be eaten by Jew or Gentile for the animal had cloven feet and chewed the cud. Leviticus 11:3. Being canned on the first day of the week it has an extra delicious flavor.
Col. Tom Fulcher is mourning over a lost tom turkey and has visions of no turk on Christmas Day.
"A fellow named Col. Tom Fulcher, Had a Tom Turkey of very rare culture, But this old bird had plenty of sense, And broke through his nice little fence, And insists on staying away To this very, very day So on Christmas day Col. Tom Fulcher Will have to be content with roast vulture." --Fragments From Hack.
If not already eaten by some hungry feller a return to Col. Tom Fulcher and receive suitable reward.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 8, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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About two weeks ago the Woman's Union gave their annual bazaar. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was in charge of the program. She wanted to obtain a supply of fish for the fish ponds and so sent to San Antonio for some small articles to use as fish. In due time, they arrived. I saw them and examined them.
Six small dolls made in Japan. Two dolls made in Germany. A set of knives and forks for a child's table made in Czechoslovakia. Jack stones made in England and other articles not one of which was made in the U. S. A.
The thought came to me that our country was flooded with such articles made by foreign and cheap labor and their sale in this country displaced hundreds of our workmen and tended, if continued to lower our plan of living.
Here in Collegeport, we ask people to buy at home. Bay City in turn wants everybody to buy in Bay City. St. Louise, Chicago, New York ask that we all buy there. Now comes Governor Sterling with a proclamation calling upon Texas to buy Texas made goods.
The other day I met Dean Merck at Collegeport's palatian pharmacy and cold drink dispensary and feeling rather jocular said, "Dean, I hear that you are a married man." He drew about three whiffs on his cigar and replied, "I killed four Canadian geese this morning that weighed forty pounds." Don't know why he ignored my question except that he was under the influence of the narcotic supplied by the cigar or maybe on second thought he considered it no business of mine. If he is not married, he will be some day and then he will have to hunt more geese.
For many years the Collegeport Woman's Club have in December held a Christmas party. This year it was held at the home of Mrs. Helen Holsworth with an attendance of about thirty. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd had charge of the program, the various members producing interest and mirth. One was a series of questions, for example, where are most sheep raised, where are America's only diamond fields, where is the lead center, where are most automobiles made? When answers were all in, it was found that my miserable wretch had answered fourteen out of twenty and she was awarded the first prize, a big jar of orange marmalade and so with Shakespeare, she sang, "I never wrestled for prize more." Mrs. Helen Holsworth secured the booby prize, a tiny jar of marmalade and with Dryden she sang her song, "I fought and conquered, yet have lost the prize."
Madam Nelson gave a funny skit "The Modern Mary," intended to show the difference between Mary, the mother of Jesus and the modern flapper. Mrs. Roy Nelson recited a Christmas verse and Marie Nestor recited a Christmas story that was pronounced very cute. Miss Bell led the Girl Reserves in a pantomime that was beautiful and interesting and the girls initiated three new members with their ritual. Mrs. Hurd delivered a Christmas poem in her usual fine style. Other members gave selected readings and the two who answered "present" when roll was called were punished by being compelled to be blindfolded and made to feed each other, when refreshments were served. Delicious refreshments were served by the hostess consisting of chicken salad, hot Parker House rolls, jelly and coffee. It was an afternoon of wholesome fun, but it had an educational value of worth. Among the guests was Miss Cary Miller, a recent arrival from Arkansas.
People of this community were shocked when they learned of the death of Bert English who at one time farmed rice in this section. His brother, Mr. Brack English, and his family including Mrs. A. E. McCune attended the funeral which was held in Houston.
Well it looks to a man sitting on the top most branches of a tree, where one may have a good look at the situation as though we must give up hopes of a viaduct for at least two years. This means that we must redouble our efforts to prevent the abandonment of our railroad for then we will be left at the end of our "nine foot sidewalk" instead of being at the end of a railroad and a "nine foot sidewalk." We now sit at the end of two transportation agencies, but with the rails torn up we will shrink to one. But the worst part of the strange deal is that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, will be obliged to wait two years at least before we may walk to service at St. John's Chapel. It is a sad thing to contemplate.
You all know who Benjamin Franklin was. Well one time he wrote what he considered a wise thing. He wrote "Only two things in this life are certain--death and taxes." But the helluvit is that the taxpayer feels that Ben changed the order of the program. It would be so comfortable the other way.
Two men hunting quail on our farm shot away one dollars worth of shells and got four quail. Men criticize women for their extravagance, but no woman wastes a dollar's worth of shells for one skinny rabbit.
This week Gus Franzen is canning a big beef, so he may keep the wolf from his door this winter. He cans on the second day of the week and hence the product will not be quite as delicious as if canned on the first day of the week. He brought us a liberal supply of hamburger, with which we are feasting royally and gratifying our tummies and incidentally keeping the wolf from gnawing a hole in our back door. If we had a few more neighbors like Gus, we would not give a tinkers dang for old man depression.
" 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale: A Christmas gambol oft would cheer The poor man's heart through half the year." --Sir Walter Scott
The spirit of Jesus is beginning to flood our community and Christmas cheer is coming into our hearts. December 25 is the day of rejoicing. Rejoicing and remembering the birth of a little babe. Born in a manger. Revolutionized the thought of the world. Isn't that a wonderful work for a baby to do? When we open our gifts on Christmas day, let us give thought to that baby boy and his sweet gentle mother.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 15, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Sunday was an inclement day but it did not keep callers away. Mr. and Mrs. Willbank were out hunting for a Christmas goose and stopping here, we had a most delightful visit with these fine folk. I hope they found their geeses and that they will add to their Christmas joys.
Mr. E. M. Hill is visiting the family here of his daughter, Mrs. Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. Mr. Hill lives in Marshall and for many years has traveled the South in his business of selling goods. A remarkable man, full of pep, and interesting man to talk with, as he is well read and has enjoyed a pleasant and profitable life.
Sunday night came Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse and her son, Henry. We drew on our store of canned meats and satisfied their hunger with a new delicacy we concocted. After all we had a very pleasant Sunday even if we did not can meat.
Seth Corse is our justice of the peace and his duties charge him with keeping a register of all births and deaths in his precinct and transmitting them to the state board of health. Recently he received an extensive brief from the state board urging him to be active in his work. The statement informed the reader that the combined reports from all the states were circulated all over the world and that in the reports made last year, every state was named Texas. This, largely due to the lack of interest in those charged by law with the duty of registration. We are queer folk. We are very sure to register a hog or a cow or a chicken, but we appear to have small interest in the registration of our children. Of course on giving the subject serious thought a hog is of much more value than a child.
The other day a letter from my sister Lucy from northern Indiana, just south of the north pole, asked how we, down here in the tropical zone, were getting along. Making reply, I informed her that we were much like the Negro who happily sang "A've got a shelter, some food, some clothes an' some spending change." What more does any person have? What more does any person want? We buy what we pay for and--we are content. The greatest thing in this life is to be content--to be happy. We are happy, living at the end of the road until the viaduct is built and then we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, will walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
Our ubiquitous postmaster, ever alert to the pleasures and necessities of his patrons, has placed on sale a novelty for the Christmas tide. It is a very fine steel engraved portrait of William Penn and by purchasing a large quantity, he is able to price them to our people at a figure that will enable any of us to have one. As a wall adornment placed on a mat and narrow frame it will be an interesting historical ornament. William Penn as we all know, was the fellow who established a business in Hoboken before the prohibition act was authorized. Maybe I am wrong about the location, but it certainly was a big business.
A customer paid his grocery bill the other day. It amounted to one cent and the merchant was so delighted to make the collection that he gave the payer a two for a nickel cigar. The man on arrival home told his wife and she blew up and said: "I paid that man a fifty cent bill the other day and he ever offered me a one day sucker." "Isn't wimmen queer critters."
The railroads announce a holiday rate of sixty per cent of the one way fare for the round trip. Under this rate, one may travel to Bay City and return for sixty cents. Why not patronize the E. L. Hall special and save money. Every man knows that the cost of running an auto to Bay City and return is about $3.60. Depreciation, upkeep, gas, lube and tires are like interest, they work day and night.
For eight days the temperature has hung around the 32 mark with a strong norther and the air full of moisture. Nasty weather for us folk and I feel sorry for the fellow who has no miserable wretch for a foot warmer these chilly nights.
A chilly day. A brisk norther. Air filled with mist. And yet came a snow bird in gorgeous plumage. Plumage? A suit of thin pajama and not another rag, not even sox. Pajamas so transparent that one might see the vaccination mark on the little bird's left leg. Along flits the red bird, fully clothed, shoes, hose, dress, maybe undies but of that one could not observe, but a good heavy coat buttoned to the top. Quite a contrast but the snow bird no doubt is used to cold weather, while the red bird is a tropical flyer and must have protection from chilling blasts.
The King's Daughters met this week with Mrs. Anna Crane, but because of weather conditions, only fourteen were present. The usual bounties were served and the religious program observed. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, was present and presented a program for giving our doctors some aid. She asks that the women of all clubs assemble old linens, soft clothes and make them into pads, bandages, so that in the many emergency cases of confinement and infant cases, the doctor may be easily and quickly supplied with these necessities. Our doctors give much of their time and skill without thought of a fee, but they find in the homes where they are called a dearth of material for their use. Mrs. Martyn hopes to interest all the women of the county in this work. It is a good work which will be appreciated by the doctor as well as the patient. Mrs. Martyn spends much of her time visiting the ill especially young babies and their mothers as an assistant to the doctor in each case. A worthy work that expects the co-operation of our women.
The Matagorda County Tribune, December 22, 1932
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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"Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily. You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall die. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us. Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go." --Tennyson.
And so as the bells toll the midnight hour, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch and Mary Louise, send wishes for a happy year and a generous store of God's blessings.
Homecroft has been a house of silence the last few days for the miserable wretch lost her voice and so we use signs. The other day she held up two fingers and as that was the old-time signal to the bartender for two beers, I hunted all over town for a brewery, but found all crocks were empty because of the cold weather. When I returned, I found that all she wanted was two cookies. I just must work up a new set of signals.
Burton D. Hurd is planning to erect a five room bungalow on the lots once occupied by the Heck home, on the bay shore. The house will be a God send to our carpenters, who are just honing for work. Glad to see Vernon and family back. Fine young people.
Temperature touched 72 Wednesday, so the air is balmy once more.
Santa Claus busted into our home Tuesday night with a big cedar Christmas tree. Did not recognize him at first for he had shaved off his whiskers and the round belly that used to quiver like a bowl of jelly had disappeared. He gave me the usual lodge sign and it brought recognition.
Went over to the "quarters" the other day and bought a few necessities from Vern and Mary Ellen and it sure is a pleasant place to trade in for they are very courteous and prices are just right, thank you.
One time the late Thomas Marshall said, "all this country needs is a good five cent cigar." We have them now at five cents and two for five and the latter may be purchased at Collegeport's Palacios Pharmacy, but if one hangs around a little time, Hugo will give them away in bunches of ten so anxious is he to close out his stock of twofers. I had some and they are not so snooty as one might expect. With such necessities as cigars at two for five and beer at five cents the stein, things ought to slip back into the normal we enjoyed before the war.
Saturday, Dec. 31 is the last day of the year and on that day will be held the annual New Year's Community dinner. It will be held, no matter what the weather, for certain folk will be there and enjoy a bounteous repast, smoke some twofers and exchange chatter. Better bring your sack of digestibles and keep the day by holding by holding up the torch of remembrance. Fine time for Monty to bring his fine family down to the town at the end of the road. The entire county court should be present and see for an hour, what it means to live at the end of the road. I want them to know what it means to look across a short span of water at Palacios, a mile distant, and realize that to reach it they must drive 32.6 miles.
A Kansas woman reader writes me a Christmas letter and says, "I think it would have been most enjoyable to have attended the Christmas party you wrote up in the Tribune. The community does splendid things. But what has happened to cause you to say that the viaduct is two years in the distance? I have been feeling so sure that progress was nearer than just around the corner."
Mr. Seth W. Corse entertained Captain Hill and Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr., at dinner Thursday. The central piece of the menu was a "Duke's Mixture" which Captain Hill described as juicy, palatable, nourishing, tempting and bringing credit to the culinary skill of the host.
From Beaumont comes this greeting: "Just want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and tell Mr. Clapp how very much we enjoy Thoughts in the Tribune every week. We have been away from Matagorda County five years, but have not forgotten all of our old friends. Have been back every year, but only to Collegeport one time. We like Beaumont very much, but must be honest, we like Matagorda County better." The reader failed to send address so she must accept this as our remembrance instead of a Christmas card. A merry time for you good old friends is our wish. Santa Claus was good to me and brought me many gifts, but one I prize above them all. A good friend brought me some sweet potatoes saying, "this is all I have to give but I give it in remembrance of the day and because I love you."
"And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites which make a farthing. For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living."
All right Charley, I received the box and wit it them. Just my special brand and as I look at the rings of smoke rising in the quiet Homecroft air, I see in them the fine face of an old time Southern gentleman. I have promised my two votes to you for eight more terms, after which I shall expect you to slip off the political porch and give me a chance at the pie counter. Thank you good readers for all your kind thoughts.
We had a Merry Christmas for Mary Louise came home Saturday for a ten day vacation which was our grandest and most enjoyable Christmas gift. Bright eyes, glowing face, strong body, gentle soul, loyal loving heart and so we are a happy bunch of Homecrofters.
Saturday night, at the community house, more than two hundred fold assembled to receive gifts from the big Christmas tree and listen to a program arranged by the school pupils. I am not throwing a bouquet when I record that the reading of the scriptures telling the story of the birth of Jesus and the opening prayer by William Schubring, was the best thing on the program. Followed recitations, skits, musical numbers, and a phantasmal tableau illustrating the Christmas lights. It was a finished production and reflected credit on those who produced it.
Clifford Franzen took his old role of Santa Claus much to the delight of the kiddies and the consternation of a few of the little ones. And now as the midnight bell announces the end of the year and the birth of a new to you Franklin Roosevelt, to you Mrs. Ferguson, to you the county court and the other county officials, I send greetings and hopes that you will be able to redeem your promises, that your acts will be wise and for the benefit of the people.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 29, 1932
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The Christmas program at the Community House last Saturday night was very good and a large crowd attended. The house was packed. Mr. and Mrs. Selander and son, Oscar of Houston, came to celebrate Christmas with the Selander's niece, Mrs. Percy Corporon. Mr. Bob Doss_er of Houston accompanied them. They attended the Corporon family reunion at Ira Corporon's on Christmas day, returning back to Houston last Monday. Gertrude Hunt who works in Houston came home on a visit for Christmas. She returned to Houston with the Selanders Monday. Mary Louise Clapp visited homefolks during the holiday. Oscar and Ora Chapin were in Collegeport over Christmas returning to San Antonio last Monday. Clifford Franzen from Houston, visited homefolks for Christmas. Mr. La Marr gave a dance Monday night to the young people of Collegeport. A nice sized crowd gathered at the Eisel's for a frolic Monday night. The young people gathered at Hunt's for a frolic Tuesday night. We are all glad the weather cleared up so that Christmas holidays could be so beautiful. The Christian Endeavor topic for next Sunday is "Is the World Growing Better or Worse?" Clarence Prunty is the leader. Mr. Wylie from Houston will be here next Sunday to preach to us in the morning and at night. Everybody come. There will be a Community New Year dinner at the Community House next Saturday at noon. All come and bring your baskets. Mr. Shubring from Houston visited his sister, Mrs. Crane, Christmas. He and his sister took Christmas dinner with Carricks. Mr. Shubring gave us a nice message at the church both Sunday morning and Sunday evening. Matagorda County Tribune,
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