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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Ben R. Mowery, our postmaster, placed in each box the day before Christmas a card much to the delight of boxholders until they found the card read "Box Rent Due." Hot thing for a P. M. to put out the day before Christmas.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Chapin drove down from San Antonio for a few days visit with old friends. Mrs. Chapin at one time was Collegeport's Guinea Pig Queen and accumulated the fortune that enabled her to move to San Antonio. Oscar invited me to visit him soon as the breweries opened up.
Mr. William Schubring, who I am informed is now a minister of the Methodist faith, conducted services in the local church Sunday evening and preached a fine sermon. Six people en-route to Corpus Christi country, drove to the end of the "nine foot sidewalk" planning to cross the viaduct and hit the Hug the Coast. Imagine their consternation, astonishment, horror, when they found no viaduct and were obliged to drive 32.6 miles before they could proceed on their journey. Also imagine the language. This is a daily occurrence. If the Highway Commission would only designate the continuation of the Hug the Coast they would not only provide we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, with opportunity to walk to service at St. John's chapel but would at same time decrease the use of profanity. There are other reasons for building the viaduct.
Well, anyway, the next day Hugo Kundinger with her father and mother drove out of their way 32.6 miles en-route to Aransas Pass for a visit with Mrs. Fay DeWald and family. This is a daily occurrence, but we will never accustom ourselves to the inconvenience.
The past week was a ring around the rosie of pleasure, joy and happiness for Mary Louise came home and spent ten days. Every day was a day of beauty except Thursday the day she had her party and that was a day of rain and mist and mud.
Right here I charge that day to the Democratic party. For four years everything from fleas on the dog to the hungry man on the streets has been laid at the president's door. The time has arrived to begin charging the other fellow and I am doing it.
Friday opened with blue skies, but the day of the party, O, me! O, my! But eighteen of the thirty invited came and we had a glorious time with bridge, conversation and refreshments. It was an affair "muy sympatico." Louise Walter won out on the first prize, a neckband of gold, while little red headed Elizabeth had to be content with a diminutive deck of playing cards. Well anyway every one went away happy so that brought sunshine to our hearts. Some where to go every night and some one to go with, but Saturday night when the clock tolled the death of 1932, I heard voices and I raised up from my bed of hay. Hay? You bet. I used to sleep on cotton, but cotton is worth one hundred dollars per ton while hay may be had for four bones per ton so I use hay for bedding the new year. Well, any way, I raised up from my bed of corn husks. Corn husks? Sure I changed from hay to husks for they are cheaper. The depression has forced this on me and in my opinion, I'll be glad to have husks four years hence, for have no idea that Franklin and John will enable me to rescue the use of cotton. Well, any way I heard the voices of Stanley Wright, Louise Walter, Frances Eisel and Mary Louise so raising from my bed of husks, I called a cheery Happy New Year to them.
We had a fine back log in the fire place and reinforced it with four foot wood and planned for Mary Louise to start the fire.
"And on this hearth of heart's desire She ignited a flame of glowing fire, And as it in weird shapes burned Something in our hearts turned. Time stopped and flew back. For a moment our thoughts turned alack Time had not stopped, the clock ticked on But in our hearts it beat a song. A song of the days gone past. The happy days that always last. A long last look at that flame of fire And we ask the past to retire. For into the tomorrow we wish to peep And gather fresh joys in our hearts to keep Come to-morrow, come, bring joys o true. Bring cloudless skies of rarest blue, Bring us "descanso" our heart's desire As we look into the flaming fire." --Fragments from Hack.
Saturday being the last day of the year, our people assembled for the twenty-fourth New Year's Community dinner. Last week I invited the County Court to be present so they might for a few hours enjoy living at the end of the road. I suspect that some of our folk knowing this, staid away, fearing the court might arrest them. This no doubt caused the small attendance. Generally on such a pleasant day, at least one hundred and fifty would be present, but on this occasion only seventy-five. The tables, as usual, were loaded with food from turkey to pie and the aroma of coffee made by the noodle girl was pleasant to sniff. So long a time had elapsed since I tasted noodles that it was some time before I found them, but when my eyes lighted on that platter of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, I at once took on a full load and hunted a place where I could eat in peace. When W. H. Boeker asked blessing, he did not take time to tell God all about past troubles and worries, the meantime keeping a hungry crowd from the table, but in a few well chosen words, God was thanked for the good things of the past, asked to continue them for the tomorrow and for His blessings on those present. It was a fine prayer. Now we are ready for the year 1933 and we hope it means surcease from many things that have been hard to bear. We shall see.
A friend whom I have never seen or spoken to, sends me a poem thinking I might use it as a pattern when I feel poesy. I call this one a friend, because he plays the slide trombone an instrument I admire. The poem was written by the Japanese poet T. S. Nakano.
"A young scientist Says to me This universe Is the certain elements Complex The Scientist Only his knowledge Demonstration Logic How about over knowledge? They use only a magnetic power."
Almost good enough to find a place in "My Tapestry," except it is not worthy to nestle with such beautiful thoughts.
Tomorrow will be the first day of January 1933 and I shall try and think a few "Thoughts" for the good readers of the good things in the good Tribune. "Thoughts" will be better in 1933 for I find myself more thoughtful.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January 3, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
My dictionary informs me that a chronicle is "to record in a history" and a chronicler is "the writer of a chronicle." Shakespeare, to relieve his mind, writes "Such an honest chronicler as Griffith." I did not know Griffith, but he must have been nearly all right for Shake to put the O. K. on him. So this is just a chronicle and I am a chronicler.
Sunday, the first day of the new year, broke in a burst of glorious sunshine with a fleckless sky of azure. I trust it was a harbinger of what is in store for us this year. Well, anyway, came George Harrison and his four sweet girls and boy, Billie. Mrs. Lena at home in bed with the influenza. Along came Chester A. Boren from Springfield, Ills., and Mrs. Lutie R. Ramsey, returning to her seaside home. Then Gustave Franzen and Gustave Jr., to wish us a happy new year. When we were through with that turkey it was a complete wreck and not enough left for soup. Other things were demolished in like manner. Great day for us Homecrofters.
Came this, "I am in the railway mail service and handled some of your Christmas cards and when I saw the word 'Jesus' I was reminded that I had not been very intimate with Him of late and made myself a promise that this year I would remember what Jesus means to me."
From Doctor T. O. Walton, president of the Texas A. & M. College came these fine words "Dear friends: May I thank you for the Christmas greeting you sent. It is good to know that our friends think of us from time to time and I especially appreciate the type of greeting you sent out. I trust that all goes well with you and yours and that 1933 may bring you life's richest blessing. Sincerely yours, T. O. Walton." Well I guess you are right I state that it all adds to our joys.
Monday Mary Louise left us so she might be ready to tap the keys Tuesday morning. Mary Louise had a happy vacation and our joy was added to hers so we had a most glorious time.
"Every song I hear Brings to me a tear Just because you are not here.
All I know is I love you My heart beats to you true That's all the matter with me.
Now what would you say If I should write some day Tomorrow I'll be in S. A.?" --Fragments from Hack
Tuesday promised a day of rest and recuperation from the follies of the past week, but with S. W. Corse, justice of the seventh judicial precinct, we journey to a dinner party at Palacios the guests of Mrs. Patricia Martyn. An oyster feast with trimmings a plenty and so gorged to repletion...[line missing]...home, and to bed only to be aroused from our virtuous slumbers by my fine friend Mary Ellen after her bridge tables so she might entertain at bridge a party of friends and then once more to the couch.
A woman called and said she was planning a party and wished to serve cocktails and asked for some liquor. I informed her that I was neither a brewer or a distiller and was therefore unable to provide the material. I then suggested that she serve oyster cocktails and she replied, that they had no kick. "Oh!" said I "an oyster cocktail does have a kick provided you use live ones." Now I wonder what she served as a kicker and a chaser.
A fellow feels fine when some other fellow seconds his motion. Charles Rutherford wrote a letter from Nevada, Mo. to the Beacon and writes "When Clapp gets that viaduct across the bay, it will be the garden spot of Texas. Here's hoping he soon gets it, then Palacios and Collegeport will be the Cities By The Sea. They will be like Minneapolis and St. Paul--twin cities and it sure should be in the near future. This is hoping Clapp and I will soon see it come to pass." I want it to come to pass so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may pass over it to service at St. John's Chapel.
Mirth is again urging every one to buy it in Bay City. I wish he would stop being so provincial, stop being a small town fellow and tell 'em to Buy U. S. A. Buying in Bay City will not help conditions.
When spring arrived in 1931, a big goose, which had escaped gunfire while it lived in the southland, winged its way back to the Arctic regions, where it mated, made a nest and hatched a brood of geeslings. Among them was one lusty fellow which grew to be his mamma's pride. He was strong and vigorous, had brilliant plumage and was the envy of his family. This fall, he tried out his pinions and started on the long hike to Texas. At last, he arrived at the Collegeport rice fields, but did not know that nestling among the tules along a marshy land was Cary Miller, with her sure fire 16 gauge shot gun, waiting patiently to keep her date with this grand bird. To make a long story short, Cary fired. He fell and Wednesday all brown and juicy he graced our table and Mrs. Lutie Ramsey being present, we had a goose story. Cary knows how to pick the big, fat, tender birds and so we are now waiting.
From Michigan comes this "I was glad to get your Christmas card. Should judge that you had joined the Salvation Army."
As I write these lines, comes the news that Calvin Coolidge has passed away. He was one of America's greatest men, trusted by and beloved by all men. They all believed in his integrity and honesty of purpose. He should have [had] twenty-five years of more service to his fellow Americans, but he died alone at the age of sixty. Truly death loves to pluck the fairest flower and devour the ripest and richest fruit. The death of Calvin Coolidge is an irreparable loss to our country. What was the reward for a life of public service? Death at 60, the time of matured youth.
The following will interest some of the people:
Washington January 4, 1933 Finance Docket No. 9615
Application St. Louis, Brownsville and Mexico Railway Company for permission to abandon the branch line between Buckeye and Collegeport, Texas.
The above entitled proceeding is assigned for hearing on February 1, 1933 ten o'clock a.m., standard time, at the Federal Building, Bay City, Texas, before Examiner T. F. Sullivan. By the Commission, George E. McGinty, Secretary.
This hearing is the result of a protest filed several months ago by the Collegeport Industrial League, the protestor in the case. Interested citizens, farmers, cattle men, dairymen, in fact, all who are interested in retaining rail service are urged to be present and if necessary act as witnesses.
The Woman's Union met Thursday with Mrs. Rena Wright. Most of the members were present as well as several guests. After routine business was transacted, the usual religious service was rendered followed with refreshments prepared by the hostess.
Friday night the high school pupils held a party in a vacant room next to the Crane grocery. Stunts and games filled the evening and dainty refined, fastidious, refreshments were served by the girl members. The principle stunt was the breaking of the large glass in the front door, but as that was a part of the program, enough said is just enough. Anyway, it is reported that a fine time was had by those present.
Mr. Austin Oberwetter, one of our old timers, came in Saturday night and will take the right side of the engine cab when the Portsmouth Limited pulls out Monday morning. He used to be on this run before the war and then served his time in France as an engineer.
Milford Liggett has gone into the cattle business having purchased some she stock which he plans to develop into a big spread. Any cows with a M-Lazy L belongs to Milford Liggett.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January 12, 1933
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The Interstate Commerce Commission has set 10 o'clock a.m. February 1, 1933 at the Federal Building (post office) for a hearing of the application of the St. Louis Brownsville and Mexico Railway Company for permission to abandon its branch line between Buckeye and Collegeport. This entire line is in the county and, if abandoned, will be the second line in the county to go, the Southern Pacific having abandoned its Van Vleck-Hawkinsville branch some time back.
The abandonment of the Collegeport road will create quite an interest
and there will probably be many from that section to attend the meeting.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January 12, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
I am informed that our school will begin teaching astronomy. This will be a grand thing for the pupils when they are out in the world trying to make their living. Much better than teaching some valuable craft like housekeeping, a trade a boy might follow. I know that astronomy was valuable to me when I left school. Isn't it wonderful the way our schools prepare the pupils fer life's work. Some of the girls asked me to teach them the stars. I love to watch the stars in a girl's eyes. I am unable to teach more than one at a time so if any one sees a girl on the bay shore with her head resting on a man's shoulder that will be me and my pupil learning all about the stars. Yoo-Hoo, Girls! Who will be the first?
Sad news came to us Thursday announcing the death of our dear friend Mrs. Gertrude Williams of Cleveland, Ohio. Gertrude was a beautiful woman in form and face. A large woman built on generous lines for her great heart could not beat in a small body. Sweet disposition, always seeing the good in other folk, never seeing evil, she was one of God's choicest flowers. She was even at the approach of death planning on making us a visit.
What I wrote last week about Mirth's "Buy in Bay City" campaign sure stirred Mirthful up and he came back on me in impetuous language. No use to get all het up about it. A Trades Day is a legitimate method of attracting business and I am strong for it, but at the same time "Buy it in Bay City" means that the City Twenty Miles From the Sea is all the time nibbling on the merchants at Palacios, Wadsworth, Matagorda, Blessing and other towns in the county that Bay City may prosper. The devil take the hindmost so long as one burg may grab the trade. No town in the county can live by itself. Houston in turn nibbles on Bay City, El Campo, Wharton, Victoria and in turn larger towns knaw [gnaw] away at Houston. Buy U. S. A. means buying American made goods. After that let prices tell the tale and secure the trade. Wonder how many stores in Bay City have for sale rubber boots made in Japan and laid down on our soil at thirty-nine cents per pair. How many sell table ware made by cheap labor in a foreign country and in spite of our high tariff wall competes with and puts out of business American labor. Let the merchants quit buying these cheap labor made foreign goods and buy U. S. A. and conditions will change. Chain store methods have revolutionized Bay City merchants systems and for the better, both for dealer and customer. Out of it has evolved a new type of merchant. A merchant of service to his trade. The two great mail order houses have won the respect and confidence of their trade by their straight manner of conducting their business. A buyer knows that he must be satisfied or money back and no questions and in addition all transportation charges. Until quite recently, returned goods met with a chilly reception from a local dealer. All right, let our merchants Buy U. S. A. and then let us induce our folk to Buy Bay City or Buy Palacios, but let us stop nibbling away other merchants opportunities until most of the towns in Matagorda County are so dead that they stink. All right, Mirth, be our Mirthful self once more. Fair discussion is good for all.
The Woman's Club met Thursday at Homecroft, the first meeting of the year and for the election of officers for the coming biennial. Eighteen were present. The annual report of the treasurer showed that during the year, the club had collected about two hundred and eight dollars all of which except a balance of twelve dollars expended from community work. The report of the secretary was of equal interest especially that which included the library work. Mrs. King, the retiring president, called the meeting to order and after routine business was dispatched, ordered the election to proceed. This resulted in the election of Mrs. L. E. Liggett, president; Mrs. Roy Nelson, vice president; Mrs. H. A. Clapp, secretary; Mrs. Frank King, treasurer. Six members paid their dues to the club starts the new years with a balance of about fifteen dollars. As I heard the reports read and listened to the business transacted, I thought with sorrow that our men should bow their heads in shame. The women are doing things in this community, not the men. Assisted by Miss Roberta Liggett, the hostess served refreshments of sandwiches, pecan and raisin cookies and coffee. Only two males were present, the writer of this column and Eugene Corporon. Looks as though all had a very delightful afternoon and went away well pleased with the club's work under Mrs. King.
Friday evening came Judge and Mrs. Holman and Andy for a visit with us Homecrofters and we had a happy hour or two and with regret we watched these fine friends of so many years depart. Judge Holman presented me with a bundle of seegars and Andy was kind enough to leave a can of Sir Walter Raleigh. I am smoking it, but when I desire solace, comfort, consolation, I seek R. J. R. It is cheaper, smells farther, burns quicker.
Graydon Morris came down from Houston to have a hunt with Austin Oberwetter. First day took sixteen quail which is good. It appears that Austin hides and then gives an imitation of a cranberry which causes the birds to stretch their necks in curiosity. While doing this, Graydon sneaks up and pulls the trigger.
The other night they coached Mrs. Vernon King Hurd a floundering to go and she went as a good sport should and when she came back to the house she had five big flounders which weighed an average of fifteen or less pounds. Mrs. Hurd says that she never realized that floundering was such a pleasant and enjoyable sport and is ready for another expedition.
Because of the wonderful success of Mrs. Hurd in spearing flounders, I shall adopt as my slogan "Flounder in Collegeport." Pretty slick. I'll say. Eh wot? Well, folks, I must stop writing such silly stuff and brush up on astronomy for the coming week I'll be teaching my pupils how to see stars. I have three applicants, one a red head, one a brown head and one a yellow head. I don't know which will be my first pupil, but one thing is sure, and that is after the first lesson, they will know all about stars. I think astronomy, Latin and algebra, are essential for a boy or girl to make a living these days. Business demands a knowledge of such studies and they are useful on the farm and shop and no girl can successfully bake bread or fry pork chops without them. So watch us star gazers this week.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January 19, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Well the week started off with a bang. Sunday a turkey dinner in honor of Capt. E. M. Hill of Marshall, Texas, who was accompanied by the Eisel family except Frances and Harry Lewis, Sr., both being at home sick. With this exception, we had a grand time, judging from the way Cap Hill indulged his appetite for turk. Monday we were glad to be able to serve cocktails (keep it quiet) although they were made with very live oysters, sliced cold breast of turkey, potato au grautin, salad, pecan cookies, cafe just because we had Commissioners E. C. Baker and Geo. Harrison and Mrs. Lena Harrison for guests. O, yes, I almost forgot that Mrs. Lutie Ramsey, owner of the famous Ramsey farm, was present as well. Wish balance of the court had been present, for when they were well stuffed, I believe it would have been possible to get immediate action on our viaduct and then we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, could walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
Tuesday I looked over the fine garden that Mrs. Carl Boeker is planting in rear of the Boeker Grocery Emporium. Out of a wilderness of jungle of grass, weeds, rubbish, she has spaded, raked and planted a garden that any one would be proud to own. Onions, lettuce, cabbage, all in rows and making fast and thrifty growth. Sure is a beauty spot and damned be the man who will allow roaming cattle bring destruction to it.
Thursday came my old friend of many years, Gus Franzen, with a beautiful bouquet for us. A center piece of sweet potatoes, fine yellow yams and about it arranged gorgeous beet greens interspersed with turnips and lettuce. This sort of bouquet is beautiful because from it, may be made that stimulating and satisfying drink known to gourmands as pot likker. Florists advise "tell it with flowers," but it may just as well be told with vegetables and kind words.
Friday, the King's Daughters met at the home of Mrs. Helen Holsworth for the annual election. Mrs. Anna D. Crane was retained as president, Mrs. Carrie Nelson, the girl who makes those famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, was chosen as vice president. I suppose they gave her this honor so she would continue to bring noodles to the monthly feed. Mrs. Emily Hurd was selected as secretary and Mrs. Rena Wright will handle the exchequer. Looks as though the business was in safe hands for the year. No use giving details of the luncheon or rather banquet they always serve, but it was generous in quantity and quality. The usual religious service was observed and considerable business transacted.
For the benefit of our northern readers, will state that we have enjoyed summer temperatures ever since the first day of this month, eighty degrees being common. None of us are obliged to go a visiting to save fuel, as one of my readers is doing.
Miss Cary Miller, out with her 16-gauge Sunday, saw five big geese coming. They were headed by a wise old gander and she pulled down on him and he dropped, but the strange thing was that the other four appeared to stop in the air and for a moment Cry thought she had bagged the entire bunch. The goose weighed, O, maybe twenty pounds or less. This closed the season in these parts.
The Collegeport Palatial Pharmacy is having such a run on yeast that it appears that many crocks are bubbling with foamy home brew. When one buys yeast, one must state whether one desires bread yeast or beer yeast. Both same price and cut from the same block and either one will make good beer. Home brewing will soon cease for some enterprising fellow will no doubt start a legal brewery so that thirsts may be satisfied. Always thought I would like to own a brewery.
Saturday, the Emmitt Chiles family moved across the bay to the Palacios side. Because there was no viaduct, it meant a fifteen-mile trek. We will miss this family for they were fine friends and neighbors.
Oscar Odd says "the finest muffler circling my neck suggests a discarded sock strangling a sick cat." A muffler is not necessary to make him look like a sick cat.
Our post master is always pleased to assist the patrons of this office, but sometimes he goes a bit too far. For instance, the other day he kissed a stamp for a lady patron. Better watch out Benny.
Every night when I walk home with my daily letter, cars pass me at a speed of not less than ninety miles an hour. Makes me nervous.
I don't think Louie Walter looks anything like Gus Franzen.
Hope Tootsie Chiles took her riding breeches with her.
I take no pleasure looking at pig feet in glass. Makes me think of hospital specimens.
A rat gnawing at night causes the miserable wretch to raise up and listen. Wish she could put her head back and go to sleep.
E. C. Baker, commissioner from Matagorda, is still in my opinion, the sweet sugar ladies man. I ought to know for have observed a few of his sweet entangling tricks. A popular man with me is George Harrison.
North Cable is still predicting cold weather for February. If I don't come North better buy a South Cable.
The Boeker store is selling R. J. R. at ten cents the sack.
Mary Ellen coming after the mail and looking sweeter than ever. Her smile is a trade drawer.
Just heard that Doc. Scott will be health officer for 1933. The Lord sure looks after His children. Doc is going to be busy from now on examining school children's heads for nits and incidentally a few other things.
The fellows who are spreading gossip about the work of shelling our local roads are simply uttering cacophony. Most of them are suffering from an aggravated attack of ergophobia.
Some folk thinks George Washington looks like John B. Heisey. Neither one ever told a lie.
Mrs. Austin Oberwetter drove down from Houston with Graydon Morris to spend the week-end with papa. Myrtle is the salt of the earth for when God made her he sweetened the salt.
Wednesday, Feb. 1, 1933, Examiner Sullivan of the Interstate Commerce Commission will listen to our protest against the abandonment of the branch line.
From the office of the Texas attorney general, I get the tip, that if we succeed it will be because the people living in the district show by their presence that they are interested in the continued operation of the line. It is, therefore, hoped that a big delegation of our farmers, cattle men and shippers be present at ten o'clock in the forenoon ready to give aid in our case.
A fellow told me the other day that Col. Tom Fulcher looked enough like Franklin D. Roosevelt to be a twin brother. It is possible that all of us Democrats in our confusion voted for the wrong man?
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, January 26, 1933
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Palacios Beacon, January 26, 1933 |
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The next home demonstration meeting will be held at the home of Mrs. John Ackerman, our pantry demonstrator, Feb. 7.
By the way, we may get to view her sample of what a pantry ought to be filled with at this time.
All who are interested in spring gardening, etc., should be at this meeting.
Mrs. Leola Sides is to be with us and demonstrate how to make a spring garden and hot bed.
We all need to have our spring gardens started by now and if we have or have not it is good to get the county demonstrator's ideas on these subjects.
If the fair weather continues, we will be glad we have had our garden started early. This whole month has been a good garden growing weather. Don't forget the date next Tuesday, Feb. 7. Everybody come.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 2, 1933 |
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The hearing for the abandonment of the Missouri Pacific line from Buckeye to Collegeport began this morning at 10 o'clock in the district court room before the Interstate Commerce Commission Examiner, Mr. Thomas F. Sullivan of Washington, D. C. and Mr. L. A. Gueringer, chief engineer railroad commission of Austin.
The case will be represented as follows: Mr. R. H. Kelley of Houston, attorney for the Missouri Pacific line; Mr. A. R. Stout of Austin, state railroad commission; Former Judge A. Harris, representing the citizens of Collegeport; Mr. W. E. Davant, representing the Farmers Storage Company; Mr. Eugene Wilson, representing the Gulf Coast Water Company. Among witnesses to be called: Mr. H. A. Clapp of Collegeport and Mr. Gus Franzen of Collegeport.
The Missouri Pacific officials of Houston present at this meeting are: Messrs. J. E. Anderson, assistant vice president of the M. P. Lines; L. A. David, assistant general manager; C. S Kirkpatrick, chief engineer; R. H. Kelly, general counsel; W. B. Cook, agricultural agent; P. S. Bordelon, assistant general freight agent; M. Eckert, general auditor; G. C. Kennedy, division superintendent; and T. C. McCord, division engineer.
Among the citizens from Collegeport here for the meeting are Messrs. Gus Franzen, John Carrick, Dean Merck, John H. Bayes, Elick Liggett and son, Arthur Liggett; H. A. Clapp, Stanley Wright, F. L. Jenkins, Ira Corporon, Louis Walter, Frank Brimberry, Mr. and Mrs. Hugo Kundinger and Messrs. A. G. Hunt, Carl Boeker and John Evans.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 2, 1933
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Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp has received notice from Dr. Ray Lyman Wilbur, president of Better Homes in America, of appointment of the Better Homes in America Committee for Collegeport.
Better Homes committees are being established throughout the nation to arouse interest in the improvement of homes and to organize local civic groups to help each family to information concerning the best ways of taking the next steps in improving their own homes. The movement was founded with the help of President Hoover in 1922, and he served as chairman of the board of directors until he entered the White House when this chairmanship was taken over by Secretary Wilbur. It is an educational movement, supported by philanthropic gifts, having no commercial connections, and operating for the service of the public. The headquarters of Better Homes in America in Washington are under the direction of Dr. James Ford as executive director.
In the spring of last year, 9772 committees observed National Better Homes Week. It is expected that even a larger number will have programs of contests, lectures, tours, exhibits and demonstration houses in preparation for the next National Better homes Week, which is from April 23 to 30, 1933.
There will be special emphasis this year on programs for the repair of old houses and for the encouragement of remodeling and moderation. Many improvements of home premises can be made by the family in their own free time. Unemployed labor can be given employment in the making of the more elaborate improvements. All efforts of this sort will help to render homes more healthful and attractive; will help to keep up values of property and serve to enhance the community's reputation for high standards. Many thousands of homes were improved during the recent campaign, and it is expected that a much larger number of homes will be rendered more convenient and livable by the campaign of 1933.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 2, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Tuesday, Vernon K. Hurd & Co. dressed a young calf and the next day it was all put away in cans in the form of cutlets, steak, roast, chili con carne and soup stock. As I was the company, I have about 13 cans on the shelf of fine veal product. I say fine because Vernon is one good calf feeder and has a rare understanding of cattle management.
Thursday promised to be a day of rest and time for some brilliant goo-goo for the readers of this column, but no sooner did I return from the nightly mail, than I was confronted by our ubiquitous County Nurse and ordered to change in to my good clothes, in other words, doll up for a surprise party was on. It was the first surprise in my life and a genuine one, for here came Dr. and Mrs. Scott and Dr. and Mrs. Sholars. Good thing they brought the eats for had they neglected to do so, we would have fed them on canned roast beef. With them came chicken salad, stuffed olives, glorious sandwiches, pretzels, potato chips, roast pork, sliced, grape fruit juice et cetera and so forth and we had a grand and glorious and happy evening. They expected to bring either two drug stores from Houston or two Hustons from a drug store, but much to our regret, about the starting hour some one had a bellyache and the Hustons had to prepare a prescription and so we missed them, but hope next time no one will have an ache.
Cigars, cigarettes and long stemmed pipe loaded with
R. J. R. filled the air with perfume from the breathe of Lady Nicotine.
Lively chatter brought joy and happiness and after they departed, we,
meaning I and the miserable wretch, climbed into the husks singing
"after the ball is over." Our fine friends coming to see us makes life a
continual round of joy. Hope they will not wait twenty-five years before
coming back. Name on the knocker and knocker on the door and the door
swings in day or night to our friends. "Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!"
--R. Blair Rosalie Nelson's new hat makes me think of noodles.
Frances King has joined the Literati and copies most of her stuff from her books.
My red head sweetheart acts sort o' cool. Wonder if she no longer loves me.
Ruth Boeker a grand gal who has charge of the Boeker store over at the west end of the viaduct, has been home for a short visit. So long as Ruth is in charge, I predict good business.
The Executive Board of the Woman's club met Friday and appointed Mrs. H. A. Clapp Librarian and Mrs. Rena Wright assistant and during the day let out sixty-eight books. Mrs. Dena Hurd was reappointed as head of the program committee. Mrs. Hurd has rendered excellent service during the past two years and the appointment was well merited. Thursday night about forty Endeavors met in the community house for a social and sing song. Delicious refreshments were served by Mesdames Liggett and Nelson.
If the railroad hearing, which will be held in the Bay City Federal Building, Wednesday, February first, is of any value to the business people of Bay City, they may thank Judge McNabb, Mayor Smith and Carl Bachman of the Chamber of Commerce, for each of these men wrote invitations to the Interstate Commerce Commission, asking that the hearing be held in Bay City and offering the City Hall or the Court House. Judge McNabb has been very militant in the matter. The Collegeport Industrial League adds its thanks to the citizenship of Bay City for the interest the men named have shown. Any city or county that has such patriotic men is bound to make progress. None of them will be forgotten.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 2, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in flight." --Thomas Campbell
The battle to retain our railroad service has been fought. Testimony is all in and it now rests with the court of last resort, from its decision there is no appeal. Whether we win or lose, we will have the satisfaction of knowing that we resisted as best we knew how. It is so much better to fail trying, than to fail without trying. We might have laid on our stomachs with face in the sand and allowed the request of the railroad company to be granted without protest. We did not and we are satisfied with the defense put up by our able array of legal talent. All that was humanly possible has been done. God can help us from now on if we ask aid of Him in the proper spirit. I am a strong believer in prayer. It is my experience, that God answers prayer, provided we ask for proper help. No use asking God to build a railroad, for He is not in that business. He never built one and never will, but God can and will work in the hearts and minds of the members of the Interstate Commerce Commission and in this way show them the light. I am therefore asking you folk, who have contact with God, to ask His aid in this threatened tragedy which confronts us. We have many in our community who claim to be on very intimate terms with God. If this be true, now is the time to do something for the general community benefit. Not many of us will take delight in seeing the rails and ties torn up and carted away. Not many will experience transports of joy when they see an abandoned right of way. Some may, for every community has a few damn phools, who see no farther than their nasal organ. God knows them and we know them, so let them go their way. As for the rest of us, let us pray earnestly that right may prevail and that our rail service will be retained. God does not forget dutiful children and He will not forget a Godly community. With His aid, we can go on towards greater progress and a finer development of a community spirit. Without it, we are nothing. In event that the decision is against us and the permission the applicant seeks is granted, then we must redouble our efforts for the construction of the Hug-the-Coast across the bay and on to Freeport and Galveston. We must no longer be content to live at the end of the road. Such a situation means that no person ever passes through. They all come to the end of the road and there sit with us in disgust. Rouse up, ye laggards! Gird up your loins! Start a fight that will not end! Ask God to help us to be relieved from a pitiful situation and while asking, believe that He will grant our prayer. Good folk, the time is here to pray and so I say this to you people of Collegeport: "let us pray."
Mr. Herrick, wife and nephew, Clarence, from Keokug, Iowa, arrived here Wednesday to look over the Collegeport section. Clarence is so well pleased that Monday he left on his return trip and will soon return with his household goods, with consist principally of two gaited riding horses. He will farm here this season and if the longer residence bears out the first impression, will locate permanently.
Mr. Fred Ballhorst had his sale February 7 and will at once move to Collegeport and make his residence here. He will be in charge of the townsite. I notice on his sale bill one item of 7000 bushels of corn which is some corn. Mr. Ballhorst is a successful and practical farmer and will no doubt raise bountiful crops.
I have always been interested in curious things and found one the other day in a hen's nest. A perfect egg with not a crack, hole or blemish. The hen forgot to put in the filling, for the shell was empty. Hope she don't lay any more, for even with eggs six cents per dozen, this is just a bit too much.
Judge McNabb and our county court, County Engineer Gustafson and our precinct commissioners have earned and received the gratitude of the people of this community for the splendid road work they are doing. This consists of a shell road from county road No. 3 to the railroad crossing and a shell road from the end of the pavement on Central Street to Avenue D. We are also thanking V. L. and Sam LeTulle for furnishing the material at a low rate. This work takes about a mile of road out of the mud and makes it an all-weather road. Fine work, which every one appreciates and the part the men named took in the construction will not be forgotten.
Wednesday, the protest against granting permission to the St. Louis, Brownsville and Mexico Railroad Company to abandon the branch line from Buckeye to Collegeport, was heard before Examiner James F. Sullivan of the Interstate Commerce Commission. The hearing was held in the district court room of the courthouse. The railroad company was represented by ten or more officials of the company including their attorney. The protestor was represented by Messrs. Davant, Harris, Wilson with George Harrison as assistant and H. A. Clapp of the Collegeport Industrial League as protestor. About forty were present from the territory dominated by the branch line. The railroad company used the forenoon and a short period after lunch for introducing their testimony and the protestors used the afternoon. For the protest Messrs. Clapp, Liggett, Crofoot, Foster, LeTulle, Gustafson and Wood were on the stand and all gave logical testimony as to value of the road to the territory traversed and the ruinous result that will follow the abandonment. About nine other witnesses were ready to testify, but Examiner Sullivan ruled that their testimony would be cumulative in effect as similar testimony had already been given. This therefore was eliminated except to include in the record their names and nature of testimony they would have given. Examiner Sullivan was fair and generous in his rulings and in none of them could fault be found. The attorneys on both sides were gentlemen and not one time did friction appear. It is difficult to imagine a hearing to be heard in a more pleasant atmosphere or in a more genteel manner. I therefore congratulate the attorneys for both parties and express my personal gratitude. The people of our community should be grateful for the service rendered them on that occasion. At the noon hour, I was approached by District Attorney Hensley with the information that he had been ordered by Mrs. Hensley to arrest me and convey to their home for lunch. I submitted without a struggle, for it was an unexpected pleasure and I was delighted to meet Mrs. Hensley in her home. A delicious luncheon was served by the hostess and I am living in hopes that some day I may again enjoy the pleasure. I am more determined than ever to cast my two votes for Mrs. Hensley. Her husband can then take the role of Jim Ferguson and sit at the entrance of the office of district clerk and instruct Mrs. Hensley where to sign the dotted line. If Ruby Hawkins can hold the job down stairs, there appears no reason why Mrs. Hensley may not hold the fort upstairs. My votes are as good as cast. It would be wrong to conclude this statement without giving credit to Mrs. Carl Boeker, Dean Merck, Hugo Kundinger and Vern Batchelder, for the splendid service they rendered and the interest they showed. What they did, especially their moral support, brought much needed encouragement.
No sooner did I begin to brag about my curious empty egg than along comes Virgil Harvey with one from his flock that he claims beat my curio. His egg has on the small end a perfect figure 3. It is raised slightly and is as well executed as if done by hand. In my opinion, this is [line illegible] pride at the accomplishment put on it the figure 3. It might mean eggs will sell at three cents per dozen.
Emily Hurd went a flounderin' the other night and brought us three immense fish the three weighing considerable less than forty pounds but still enough for us two Homecrofters. Each fish had plainly branded on the top sides the letters "E. M." which proved that Emily spears only selected fish.
In the midst of that heavy rain and strong wind Friday, came Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse. Although she came on professional business asking me to sterilize a bundle of bandages, she stuck around and we had to feed her on some of that grand flounder. It sure is a surprise how hungry a nurse can be.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 9, 1933
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The ninth grade pupils welcome Auldine Williams who has entered our school.
The state inspector and Mrs. Pollard visited our school last Thursday.
Mr. Henry Sherrer of Bay City was visiting in Collegeport Sunday.
The Girl Reserves have furnished one letter for the boys' sweaters.
Miss Dorothy Franzen is going to honor the high school with a Valentine party Friday night, Dec. [Feb.] 11.
Our "singing" night was changed to Saturday last week.
Church services were held at the community house Sunday night.
The tenth grade has been working on their grammar. They have been making charts and writing exercises. Oh, those long assignments.
Frances King was absent from school Friday and Beth Eisel was absent half a day Friday.
The tenth grade was greeted Monday morning with one of these animals called a "quiz." All hoped to make a good grade.
Sports
It looks as though our basketball boys will never be able to get back on their court on the account of rain.
The girls have certainly been sore because Miss Bell has been giving us exercises for physical education. The girls are beginning to play volleyball again.
The ninth grade is starting a project in Spanish I on "Mi Casa."
Mr. White is certainly pouring the Algebra tests on us. He doesn't have the least bit of pity.
We are just beginning our literature. We have finished studying "Sahrab and Rustum" and are now studying "As You Like It." The projects are certainly plentiful.
In a recent history test, Miss Dorothy received this definition for Rhoades: "Rhoades came from Rhode Island and are very small people."
We have a new system of demits. There are plenty of pupils staying in at noon now.
Mr. White gave a talk to the civics class Monday morning on the visiting and protecting of school bonds.
The Girl Reserves had a meeting Monday afternoon commemorating Lincoln's Birthday.
There has been no P. E. this week on account of the inclement weather.
Mrs. Balusek is ill with the flu and Miss Edith Armstrong from Markham is taking her place.
Miss Franzen postponed her Heart Party until the weather is more favorable.
There was not any singing on Friday night on account of the weather.
Misses Bell and Nestor have moved to Mrs. Wilbanks.
Miss Vera Williams and Mr. Vern Batchelder were seen in Bay City Saturday.
Mrs. Gus Franzen is on the sick list this week.
Mr. White went to Bay City Saturday.
C. W. Boeker was absent from school.
Johnnie Ackerman joined the army and has been sent to North Dakota.
The seventh grade has recently organized a reading club called the "Sunshine Reading Club." We've had several meetings since the organization of the club. We elected Robert Liggett president. The other officers were elected accordingly. For a Christmas program, we gave a play and invited the ninth grade class. To maintain membership, the members have to read and report on one book a month. The meetings are held on the first and third Wednesdays of each month.
[An essay about Abraham Lincoln that was part of the original column is not included here.]
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 16, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Talking with a local burgher the other day about the railroad hearing, he said, ”well it looks as though this burg is slipping." I asked if he knew what slipping meant and he replied that he did not know exactly. Slip means to slide; to convey secretly; to omit; to lose by negligence, while slipping means the act of slipping or sliding; a false step. "Note that to lose by negligence and taking a false step." That's the meant in the coco. Some folk prefer to slip and slide, for it appears easier than to keep in the middle of the good and hard and well marked road. Groups of people make communities and the only difference between a big town and a small village is in the number of inhabitants. That is all and always communities slip, just because the people slip and slide.
We have several communities in this county that may be accused of negligence and making false steps and so they are slipping. Bay City is not in that class, neither is Palacios. Both are on the road. If we lose in the railroad case it may be for our betterment.
It may cause us to redouble our efforts and cause us to cease using the slippery narrow road and place our feet on the hard surfaced road that leads us to our choice of a finer community. If it does this, it will be a blessing to this community. In as much as we would be left fifteen miles from rail transportation, we should redouble our efforts towards the designation and construction of the Hug-the-Coast Highway across the bay and on to Freeport and Galveston. This construction will place us within three miles of the Southern Pacific at Palacios and give us better service than the Missouri Pacific has given for many months. We would no longer be living at the end of the road but on a great scenic highway and hundreds of tourists and folk on business bent would pass through our community. We would no longer be slipping but would have our feet on the highway to better conditions. I hope our non-resident property owners will read this and realize that they have some interest in this matter. I hope some of them will write me and let me inform them how they may help to bring this about. Railroad or no railroad, the future holds no terrors for me. I shall face the situation and shall avoid slipping, for in my opinion, continued slipping means that we perish and most of the capital and time we have expended will be lost. Come on, therefore you fellows and let us stop skidding.
About twenty-five of our young folk who are endeavoring to be Christians, went up to Bay City Friday night to attend the county convention. Lera Hunt invited me to go with her and said if I would put on my good clothes, she would walk the distance with me. It was a great attraction, but my wooden leg was out of repair so had to decline. I am informed that one young escort spoke not a word going or returning and stayed in the car while his girl was in the convention. How a fellow could act that way, when his girl had beautiful red hair, is a mystery. Advise her to take me next time and she will have no fault to find with the attention I give. Rosalie did not wear her noodle hat, for her escort wore one that looked very swell and besides he looked like a modern Beau Brummell. They had a swell time and did good work for the Christian religion.
Suffering snails, but it is hard to understand or sabe what we have done to warrant the norther that swooped down Tuesday and at that without warning. In an instant from 70 degrees, we slipped to forty and then twenty and way down to fourteen and all the time a fifty-mile gale raising eternal bow-wows with us all. Water pipe froze. Icicles adorned the eaves. Cattle shivered. Dogs hunched up their backs. Hens laid off. Garden truck and fruit gone. Men and women and kiddies hunted hot stoves and there huddled in disgust. It appears to make no difference what comes to us, there is always some thing to be thankful for. In this case, we are thankful that it was a dry norther. Had it been accompanied with rain, the loss to live stock would have been tremendous. O well, why kick? The grand old summer time will soon be here and we can revel in the warm rays of the sun and soak our hides in the healing waters of the bay and maybe fish from the viaduct.
Well, anyway, while we were freezing at 14 above, here comes a letter from a Tribune reader in Duluth. First time I knew the Trib went so close to the Arctic circle. This fellow writes "when I looked from my window and saw great waves running on the lake with plenty of ice floating about. When I went down to the street and found the mercury stood at 24 below zero so I went back to my room and reading some of the hot stuff in "Thoughts" soon felt warm and comfortable and forgot that just outside it was "clear as a bell but cold as hell." We are thankful that ours was 14 above and not 24 below. The mercury went to 50 by noon Thursday, but a fresh norther burst upon us and the temperature rapidly fell to freezing again. We have had sufficient and that is enough.
I read in a book yesterday that George Washington was dead, but lo, George Washington appeared at my door with oysters for sale.
The Misses Frances and Elizabeth Eisel are spending the weekend at the BayTex in Bay City, the guests of their kinfolk who are living there and interested in the Buckeye oil development. Hope they will not stay more than a week-end for we miss their bright smiles, cheery chatter and the glint of gold bronze hair. Come back home girls for we need you.
Sunday night was brightened by a call from Dorothy Franzen and Dean Merck.
Wonder when Mr. W. H. Gussie and Mr. Clarence Vaughan returned from Illinois after spending the last ten days in that section fighting a fierce blizzard which sent the mercury to 24 below zero. A blizzard is described as "a gale of piercingly cold wind, usually accompanied with blinding snow." That is just what they experienced, for the snow was from four to six feet deep. A norther is a bit different for it is "a strong and cold north wind in Texas and vicinity of the Gulf of Mexico."
It was a norther that prevented the Woman's Club from holding the first meeting of the year last Thursday. It was to have been held in the community house, but evidently the ladies when they visioned that cold and drafty place with fire to build thought it much better to hug the home fires. Shows our women have some good common sense.
Fred Ballhorst and family are expected to arrive here within a few days. His goods will come by rail, which will give the branch one more car of freight. His crowd will come in cars. Mr. Chester Boren being in the party as a road guide. Mr Ballhorst will have charge of the townsite property and plans to farm abut four hundred acres in cotton and corn. I hope Mr. Boren brings his friend wife. If he does, I shall cook a dose of my special ham.
For something like twenty years, the Collegeport Industrial League has held a lease on some land the property of the Missouri Pacific Railway Company. On this ground, our people built a dipping vat and adjacent pens at a cost of about $350.00. Each March, the company has sent in a bill for rent in the sum of five dollars and each year the League has either paid the bill from its treasury or raised the money by subscription. This it no longer feels able to. It appears, therefore, that if those who use the vat and adjacent pens are not willing to pay the rental, that the railroad company will cancel the lease and take over the property. If our stockmen are interested, they may pay such sums as they desire to Hugo Kundinger, treasurer or H. A. Clapp, treasurer [secretary?]. Two years ago Mr. Sam LeTulle paid two years rental in advance. Before that Mr. Duffy paid two years rent.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 16, 1933
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The senior boys played Gulf in the tournament at Bay City last Friday night. They were defeated twenty-three to ten, but out boys played a good game and we are proud of them. Those accompanying the team were Rosalie Nelson, Frances King, Leata Hough and Fawn Adams.
The first year Spanish class is working on a Spanish project. They are making a book on Mi Casa.
Examinations came this week.
The ninth grade had their English examination over "As You Like It" and "Shrab and Rustum," last Friday.
Mr. Carl Boeker and John Merck went to Houston Monday.
Tootsie Chiles and Marion Harrison from Palacios were visitors in Collegeport Sunday.
Mrs. Balusek is improving, but Miss Armstrong is still teaching for her.
Miss Vera Williams spent the weekend with her aunt.
Singing was not held Friday night.
The Girl Reserves' party was postponed Friday night because the boys had to go to Bay City to play ball.
Thompsons have moved to the home formerly occupied by Savages.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 23, 1933
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Messrs. C. A. Boren and Fred Bollharst arrived Sunday night from Springfield, Ill., with a tourist party of eleven to spend several days on the B. Y. P. U. grounds. They left this week for Collegeport, where they plan to locate. Mr. Boren and Mr. Bollharst are well known in Palacios, having visited here many times. They are also representatives for Dr. Van Wormer and are loud in their praise of Palacios and Collegeport. They are especially anxious for the early building of the causeway from Palacios to Collegeport, which they believe will mean much to bring business to our town and country. We are glad to welcome these splendid enterprising people to our community. Those in the party are:--Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Lashbrook and five daughters, Misses Gean, Geula, Elizabeth, Bettie and Erma; Mrs. S. E. Lashbrook, Jessie Wells, Chester A. Boren and F. Ballharst.
Palacios Beacon, February 23, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
On the day of Saint Valentine we received from Mary Louise a jig-saw puzzle and since then the miserable wretch has been busy trying to solve a puzzle that appears to be impossible. One hundred and fifty pieces, none of which appear to match with another. Both of us were soon busy trying to make something like a picture from the tangle and as we worked, the thought came to me that after all, life was a jig-saw puzzle. Everywhere we see folk we consider queer individuals just because we can not fit them in with our ideas. In every community we find them and we in our minds consider them as misfits. But we know they are not, for some where in life's great puzzle, they fit and aid in making a beautiful whole.
Johnnie Ackerman, so I am informed, has joined the army. He has in one leap jumped from the boy to the man class. His action is to be commended. We have some other boys who should make the jump. They could all leave here as boys and return as full fledged men.
Ruth Boeker went to Houston Saturday to play with the Palacios Independents against the Houston Jacks. Ruth is a first class, pugnacious, basketball player and the Houston crowd better keep an eye on her.
Friday, a big car stopped in front of our yard and soon I was shaking hands with Mr. W. G. Lancaster, who is representing the Tribune in the big contest it is putting on. He stopped at the Boeker store and asked where I lived and was informed and also advised not to drive in. Carl Boeker gave us both a friendly act for had he driven in, he would have staid a week in my superfine bog hole and I would have been obliged to feed him. I had no desire to do this after seeing him put away the luncheon the miserable wretch prepared. Well, anyway, his business was to secure an entrant in the contest and so I took him to Frances Eisel and when he saw Frances, Elizabeth and the mother, he fell for their charms and they fell for his patter and soon Frances was signed up as a contestant. Back to lunch and a fine talk-talk, lasting until middle of the afternoon and much to our regret, he left but promised to return. Any of our folk who take the Tribune and many who do not have an opportunity to aid Frances in accomplishing her desire to win the major prize something like $750. She is not interested in a little hike to Chicago or Los Angeles. She is after big game and nothing under three quarters of a thousand frog skins will satisfy that girl. The folk of this community should turn in at least sixty subscriptions and then they would have the joy of reading "Thoughts" without being obliged to borrow the Tribune. Just ask Frances where the dotted line is, sign up, pay one and a half frog skins and assure yourself of good literature for one year and have the satisfaction of helping Frances to buy a new Packard, for that is the car the Tribune people ride in these days.
Every twice in a while some Tribune reader who believes in giving flowers to the living writes me a letter. Here is one that came Saturday night. It brought me happiness, joy, exhilaration. What possible good would it have done to have read it at my funeral. Bring the flowers now while my sensitive nasal organ is able to enjoy the perfume. This is a sweet letter and I know it came from a sweet woman. "You have advocated in your 'Thoughts' in the Tribune 'give your bouquets to the living.' I agree with you heartily, Mr. Clapp and with to say that I do not have available words by which I can tell you how much I enjoy your writings. The homely way you at times express your ideas, the frivolous surface under which is so much logic and truth and the good old neighborly, friendliness the world needs to so much of now as never before. As portrayed by you make your writings a masterpiece of letters. If I may be so bold as to judge them, reading them is indeed a recreation to me and to hosts of others who have expressed their opinions of your 'Thoughts.' I would really like to know you." There is more to the letter, but the above is the quintessence of the breath of the flower.
J. A. Symonds says "truth quintessencenced and raised to the highest power." When, as and if this reader comes to Collegeport, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, wish she would sit at our table and regale herself on my special ham a la Homecroft. If she should drop in to day, I would greet her with a kiss. Her letter brought us both much happiness. Give flowers to the living. If other readers have flowers, send 'em along, remembering that
"The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter and the Bird is on the Wing." This charming letter will be placed between the leaves of the book of memory and preserved in lavender and old lace.
Mrs. Frank King, president of our school board, states that the state inspector visited our school and gave it a 100 percent score and allowed aid to the sum of $845.00. There is a promise of more to follow which if received, will put our school on velvet. Mrs. King is entitled to the gratitude of our school patrons for her interest and energy in the interests of our school.
Mr. H. W. Miller, who recently moved here from Arkansas, has bought the bungalow on the corner of Avenue E and Fourth Street. Guess his first impressions have been verified.
Col. Tom Fulcher is in bed ill with influenza. Hope he will soon return to his usual health ready to sing his happy song once more.
North Cable states that about two dozen owls are making their home between the ceiling and the roof of the school house. He trapped one the other day and sent it over to Ruth Boeker who operates the Boeker Palacios Grocery. Ruth should train for zoo work, for she loves animals.
Mrs. Carl Boeker is not at all disheartened by the loss of her pretty garden, but is at work replanting and soon it will bloom again with onions, tomatoes and cabbage.
The King's Daughters were due to meet Thursday with Mrs. Rena Wright, but the inclement weather and muddy roads kept the daughters home much to their disgust.
Burton D. Hurd has been ill in Houston with an attack of herpes, but the common name is shingles. Herpes is nothing to value highly even if it does have a fancy name. Hope he will make early recovery and return to the home plate.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, February 23, 1933
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The Collegeport school board held a joint meeting with the faculty of that school, Thursday, Feb. 23 to discuss the school situation. The board announced there would be sufficient funds to complete a seven months term. The teachers, with admirable loyalty, offered to continue the school for another month in order that the year's work would be more nearly completed. County Superintendent Claire F. Pollard also attended this meeting.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 2, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
It makes no difference in the writing of this screed or perhaps screech, what S. O. S. means. It may mean "Save our Souls" of "Save our Ship" of "Soap or Salve" or it may "Slip or Slide." S. O. S. is generally sent out from those who are in peril and appeal from the perishing. That is what it means in this column. Save our Ship. For years we lived in seeming content, at the end of what has been called a railroad and a bog of mud, called a road. Since three years, we have been on the end of a "Nine foot sidewalk" and have chirped up and bubbled over with joy. It appears to me, that soon we will be at the end of the "nine foot sidewalk" only, for the gods in this case consist of the members of the Interstate Commerce Commission and they are not in favor of short branch lines and urge railroad systems to disengage from them, or in other words get clear of them, dissociate, detach.
We all know what happens to the fellow who hangs on the end. At last he falls. Into what? Into an abyss from which there is no rescue. With no railroad, we will be hanging on the end of a short limb, and it is up to us to consider the situation and improve it if possible. The other day, talking to one of our wisenheimers, a fellow who knows all about the story, he condemned the men who started the colonization of the Magic Bottle. No use doing that for they are in no way to be blamed. They had their feet in the soil and looked to it for the fruition of their hopes, visions, aspirations. They did not stand on a high place from which they could view afar. They were looking to the soil. They were not able to vision the auto, the truck, the airplane, new methods of transportation, neither could they see the great economic changes that have come to not only this section, but the entire world. No sir, they are not in the least to be blamed.
We alone are the criminals, for we rested and felt secure and willing to roll along as the world rolled. We must send out our S. O. S. to Bay City, Matagorda, Palacios, the Hug the Cost Highway Association and the state highway commission. Saving our souls is a personal matter with our God and if we walk in His way He will save our souls. When it comes to saving our ship, we may not only appeal to God, but to other agencies. The sooner we do this, the sooner we shall find ourselves on a through route instead of being compelled to live at the end of the road.
Very few tourists will drive down to the end of the road to see us and therefore few will stop, but once on a through route, they will pass through and many will stop for pleasure or sport and some for business and then we may expect improvement in the present situation, or I might say predicament. Who among us will be the Moses to strike the living rock and bring forth the water we thirst for? If he is here, let him step forth, stretch out his hand and tell us the way. Let him send out the S. O. S. and let us rally about him and begin to be active in pushing to completion the short cut from Palacios across the bay to Freeport and Galveston.
After a week of hard work, friend wife, the same one I lived with for the last two weeks, succeeded in working the jig-saw puzzle. It is a scene from old Venice showing the canal with a gondola passing under a bridge. It is really a charming picture, but I am telling the world that the next time the miserable wretch starts on a jig-saw, I am advertising for a new friend wife.
Saturday night the Portsmouth Limited brought in a Zulu, from Beardstown, Ill., a car loaded with the household effects of Fred Ballhorst, who will take over the management of the townsite. This shows that business is sure picking up for the Missouri Pacific and I bet they are sorry now that they asked permission to abandon the branch.
I feel great relief, after reading the statement about Zangara, the man who tried his best to kill our president. At first, I thought he was just a common every day murderer, but I find that I'm wrong, for the directors state that he is a psychopathic personality. Of course, that makes me view the matter in a different light, but I am inclined to think he would be a fine fellow to stretch rope.
The Ballhorst caravan arrived Sunday night and stopped at Palacios because the viaduct was not open for traffic. It is one heluva fine mess, when eleven people travel fifteen hundred miles and when they arrive within three miles of their destination, find they must travel 32.6 miles farther just because the viaduct across a small stretch of water is not open. No wonder they looked across that water and said "zzbedamxxczyt."
At last they arrived, eleven in number, and are at rest in the home of Mrs. Lutie Ramsey. They are receiving plenty of advice, counsel, information, exhortation and information. This is usual with every new comer, especially when the prehensile proboscis of some of our more alert burghers smell the odor of money. We trust that this annoyance will soon cease and Fred Ballhorst will be allowed to promote his plans along his own ideas. It appears to me that he knows what he is here for and how to work out preliminary details. Thursday, accompanied by Chester A. Boren and George Harrison, he drove to the Valley to look over a citrus orchard he owns.
Old timers will remember the many pleasant trips taken on the good ship Dena H., and they will be glad to know that after many years of no pleasure boats sailing from this port, that we now have two fine craft. One is the Emily H. and the other the Billy H. Both are in service and proudly ride the boiling seas.
The executive boards of the Woman's Club and the Woman's Union met Thursday to discuss plans for the annual Washington Birthday banquet and decided that because of the inclement weather, it should be postponed this year. This action may be wise, but fails to keep up with tradition and I regret it. Had this been anticipated, the writer and Seth W. Corse would have met in the community house as they did once before and once more hold the torch.
When Fred Ballhorst occupied the Ramsey home, Mrs. Lutie was thrown out on the cold world and so gathering up her stock of groceries and other goods, she, much to our rapture and delectation, came over to stay with us and we are having a delightful visit, thank you ma'am.
Friday a strange car rolled into the yard and came to a stop in a bog hole made by Jim Hale and there it staid. From it appeared the face of Frances Mayfield, one time county health nurse. First visit in two years and we had a very happy twenty-four hours. Miss Mayfield is with the state board of health doing initiative work in various counties which have no nursing service. She stays four weeks, organizes a health committee, examines all school pupils and then on to another similar county. Four other women are in the same work.
No sooner had she left than along comes Mrs. Patricia Martyn, our present county nurse, with her son, Henry, loaded with delicacies in the form of canned prunes, pears, grapes, et cetera. Another happy joyous time and that closed the weekend.
There is a woman around these parts whose skin I [would] love to touch and some day I am going to be sly and make the touch. No sir, I will not disclose the name, for if I do so, some of you fellers will be trying to beat me to the touch.
The Boeker grocery has on hand eighty cases of cane syrup. Twelve cans to the case means nine hundred sixty cans. Enough syrup to sweeten all of us and God knows some of us need some sweet stuff, for we have been looking at the back pages of the book for so long a time that we have become sour.
Looks like moving day in Collegeport for Emil Sliva moved to the Travis house. Pruntys to the Pine house. Millers to the Fordham house. Ballhorst to the Ramsey house. Gussies and Vaughn to the Van Ness place and now Mrs. Lutie Ramsey leaves for Springfield. When she leaves, she wishes to send to Homecroft for boarding a red hen, the property of Chester A. Boren. Mrs. Ramsey has a bill against said hen in the sum of two dollars for four months board less a credit of three cents for eggs laid. The bill has been sent to Miss Margaret Gilmore, Springfield, Ill., for payment. Unless she sends a check, I am reluctant to undertake the boarding of this red hen with so heavy an obligation against her. In these perilous times, one must be careful in undertaking any responsibility that involves a heavy financial commitment.
During the last week, I have been told many times about our railroad situation. As a rule, I like what Ben Todd tells, but in this case, I don't think he knows any more about what the decision will be than I do and I don't know one damn thing, except that some day there will be a decision. I advise our folk to place little confidence in what Ben Todd tells the fellows who sit in front of a store and expound their ideas of solving international, national, state and county problems amuse me. Many of them are unable to solve the problem of paying the grocer and landlord, but the gods be praised, for one thing they can do. They can spit thirty feet and cover a nickel with a dark brown slime. I admire the feat and often wish I might do the same. Isn't life wonderful?
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 2, 1933
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Miss Dorothy Franzen gave the high school a heart party Friday
night. We had the best time playing "Hearts." Rosalie Nelson won the
boobie, while Raymond Hunt won the high score prize. The colors in
tallies were all red and white and the jello and angel cake that
followed the games of hearts were most delicious. We were a little surprised to see Mrs. Dean Merck nee Dorothy Franzen for the first time around the high school crowd. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Merck, although they are rather late. We hope you are as happy as you looked Friday night.
Miss Beryl Bell was a Bay City visitor. Miss Violet Harris was a Collegeport visitor this weekend. Mr. Frank King was in Bay City Saturday. Hutchins King spent the week-end in Markham. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson of El Campo, were Sunday visitors at the Adams' home. Mrs. Tommie Williams who has been very ill passed away Friday night.
Singing was held as usual and the high school afterwards enjoyed a
heart party at the Franzen home.
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Mrs. Margaret Amanda Williams, wife of Mrs. T. A. Williams of
Collegeport, Texas, departed this life at 1:30 a.m., March 4, 1933
at the age of forty-nine years and four days. The remains were
brought to Matagorda and the funeral services conducted by Rev. J.
D. F. Houck the local pastor at the Methodist Church and concluded
at the grave. Burial took place in the Matagorda Cemetery Sunday
afternoon under the direction of A. A. Duffy and Company, funeral
directors.
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The other day we found, in an old cook book, a bill from Clark & Sterling dealers in staple and fancy groceries. It was dated December 10, 1910. How many of you old timers remember that firm located where Mrs. Crane is now operating. I evidently needed some cash, for the first item was cash .15; dozen apples, .30; pound butter .35; bunch celery .10; cabbage .10; for a total of one dollar. Twenty-two years ago now and butter at 20 cents and apples at 25 cents. It would be quite difficult to borrow fifteen cents from our present dealers and have it charged on a bill.
The Woman's Union met Thursday with Mrs. John Ackerman with a large attendance. A very fine program had been arranged and delightful refreshments were served by the hostess. In the absence of Mrs. Rena Wright, the secretary, Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was chosen secretary protem.
Friday was library day and the committee report that eighty-nine books were taken out. Certainly reflects credit on our book lovers.
Fred Ballhorst and C. A. Boren made a second trip the past week to the Valley. They are expected back Sunday. Mr. Ballhorst is having some difficulty in securing possession of this sixteen-acre citrus orchard.
Mr. Jerry Lashbrook recently arrived from Beardstown, Ill., with a bad case of asthma and much to his delight and rapture he has enjoyed much relief and has put three pounds of flesh on his frame. He is therefore sending north songs of praise for our climate and hopes that some of his friends will move down. This salty air sure gets into the little crevices in a fellow's breathing apparatus and once there, it drives out vicious microbes and heals tender tissue.
I wish Frances Eisel would return to her place on first base. She has been in Bay City for a week, the guest of her kin folks, and I am afraid that she will forget that down here there be some folk who have some interest and claims.
Eleven dollars was paid to Hugo Kundinger, treasurer, by public subscription to be used in our railroad hearing case. The transcript of testimony was received Wednesday from the official reporters 30 Vesey Street, New York City and the next day it was delivered to attorneys who represented us in the case. It consisted of one hundred and fifty-five pages and at 12 1/2 cents per page, cost us $19.77. An order was drawn on the treasurer of the Collegeport Industrial League and the bill paid. The attorneys in the case were allowed by Examiner Sullivan until March 25, 1933 for filing their brief and this will be done in time and then our case is complete and we will have to wait with patience until the jury comes in with the verdict.
Mrs. Thomas Williams, who has been ill for many months on a ranch south of town, passed away early Saturday morning. Funeral services and interment at Matagorda Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Williams was a patient sufferer as was observed by all who called on her. She was an aunt of Miss Vera Williams, one of our teachers.
I am informed that for some unknown reason, the engine room of the pleasure ship Emily H. was raided by a band of pirates from Houston who took from the hold the engine and loading it on a heavy truck, carried it away. Our people will now be obliged to use the Billy H. which, while not giving as good service as the Emily H., will serve. We trust that our law officers will apprehend the criminals and secure return of the missing machinery.
Diary of a Rube Samuel Peppys.
The person to whom I sent the bill of Mrs. Lutie Ramsey for boarding a red hen has replied with a note running one year for the sum of $1.97. The person states that because of the unusual situation she is not able to spend the cash. I regret this very much for I planned to use my portion of this obligation for making first payment on a Packard Autoe which is the official car of those fortunate enough to be on the Tribune staff. O, well, a day, it looks as if I must wait a year before buying my Packard unless Carey will buy it for me making payment in my scribbling.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 9, 1933
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[Local information taken from longer article about boosting farm prices by using up surplus crops.]
The Collegeport Woman's Club sponsors two civic activities, viz: the Library and the Girl's Reserves. The report made to the meeting of the County Federation at Markham Saturday discloses the fact that since the last meeting of the federation, 270 names were registered in the library guest book, 688 books let out, 9 new books placed on the shelves and $1.05 in fines collected. It shows the club with a cash balance in the treasury of $15.34. The club acts as the council for the Girl's Reserves. If this latter organization has been of any civic value, I am not aware of the nature of the project. Its principle business appears to be the raising of money to pay over to the Houston Y. M. C. A.
Last week was a glorious week. During that period three important events fruited. First, Frances Eisel, who has been sojourning in foreign parts, returned to her home much to my delight, for I sure do like to hang around this delicious girl.
Second, I learn that Dorothy Franzen has made a deal with Dean Merck under the terms of which she becomes Mrs. Dean Merck. This stunt was pulled off without my permission and without holding a conference with me, but as it is done, I shall wish these worthy young people a long and happy life. I have watched them grow from babies and now I hope to see them grow babies. One fine thing is that I no longer wonder when. It happened on the 8th day of October, 1932 so I am informed.
Third, Elizabeth Eisel and the writer of Thoughts plan to take a trip around the world. Isn't that a wonderful plan? Just think of all the countries we shall visit. It will cost a small fortune, but what do we care for money when we all we have to do is to write checks for every one takes checks now a days. We may take Frances along as a chaperone.
Well Tuesday came to us my old fiend A. D. Jackson who is chief of the division of publications, Texas A & M. College and with him his wife and her brother, Reginald Creed. The two latter returned to Bryan Wednesday, but Doug will stay for three or four weeks, the first vacation in thirteen years of service. He arrived here with doctors rules and regulations and a barrel of remedy, but after eating one meal prepared by the miserable wretch, he has dispensed with the rules and regulations, knocked the bung out of the barrel and now only needs a pint flask. It certainly is wonderful what this air and water does to a feller provided he has a flask to fall back on. Since his arrival we have fed on flounder and oysters until we almost feel ashamed to meet either of them. Since Doug secured a spear and oyster knife, we feel sure of having fish and oysters frequently. I can already feel my goiter getting smaller and it is much easier to use my wooden leg. When I miss Doug and wish to find him, I hunt up a huddle of women and always find him in the center. Well, anyway, if he wants to act that way while his good wife is home tending the children, it is no business of mine, but I still hope when she comes back she will bring some cookies.
Saturday Mr. Jackson acted as chiffonier for a party of ladies consisting of Mesdames Holsworth, Liggett, the miserable wretch and Miss Roberta Liggett who were delegates to the meeting of the County Federation at Markham. Jackson is never so happy as when he is in the middle of a huddle of women so he had one swell time. Mrs. Rena Wright was also one of the Collegeport representatives. Mrs. Liggett read the report of the local club. They report a very enjoyable time, a swell luncheon and gave a splendid report of the manner in which the new federation president handled the business of the meeting. I knew Ruth would make a delivery for she always goes through when she undertakes any project. Our locals arrived home intact or perhaps I better say in autoes, but they arrived much to my delight for the woman who is fortunate enough to be my wife, was in the party and I am just fond enough of her that I have no desire to lose her. Hardly had my own bunch of Homecrofters arrived, before here comes a big autoe loaded with fine friends from the city twenty-five miles from the bay.
Claire F. Pollard for whom I have cast my two votes for several terms and hope to do so for several more terms provided the White Man's Union acts sane when they meet on Monday. Katherine Pollard whom I admire as a real writer. The only difference between Katherine and myself, is that she is a writer while I am a rotter.
Then there was, much to my joy, petite Cora B. Moore. I think petite is correct, but it makes no difference, for we belong to the same lodge and our dues are paid up. H. G. Williams, principal of the Bay City grammar school. I felt sorry for the poor cuss, a lone man trying to handle five wild women. I never could handle 'em in bunches, but take 'em one at a time and I always managed to have a very delirious time. Well after a rare repast, which most writers describe as delicious luncheon, the whole bunch went a wadin' in the bay trying to spear a few flounders with Doug's new sticker. Katherine Pollard was the only successful fisher for she brought back four fish which I judge were about the size of the ones Jesus used when he served lunch to five thousand people. Well, anyway, they were very fine fish, the largest being at least one inch long. Much to my regret, she took them with her so the Pollard family might have fish for their Sunday breakfast. I don't see how any fish small or large could keep away from Katherine. If I were a fish, I sure would beg her to put her string through my gills. Well to cut a long tale down, we had one glorious time with these fine friends and hope they will not forget that we live at the end of the "nine foot sidewalk" and that the name is on the knocker and the knocker on the door and the latter device swings in. If Emma Lee Lewis Carleton had been in the party, my personal felicity and ecstasy would have been complete for I sure love the gel. We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, hit our bundle of husks at one in the A. M. tired but happy, so ended a perfect week.
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The senior class with the aid of their president, Frances King, chose their colors, flowers and motto. The colors are rose and white, the flower is a rose, and motto is "Dare to do right."
Miss Louise Walters honored Mrs. Dean Merck, nee Dorothy Franzen
Saturday afternoon, March 18 with a bridal shower.
The boys and girls have been practicing their athletic events for
county meet.
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The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club met at the house of Mrs. Frank King Thursday. By a unanimous vote, it was decided their club should function as it had been doing since it was organized by Mrs. Sides, the temporary home agent for this county for the last six months. The club still have the second Tuesday in each month for their regular meeting and shall meet in the homes in alphabetical order.
The first meeting will be in the John Ackerman home where Mrs. W. H. Boeker will give a cheese making demonstration and view Mrs. Ackerman's pantry with its 1528 cans of vegetables, pickles, fruits and meats.
It was voted to have a girls department with Mrs. Louise Walter as chairman, with the work following the same lines as 4-H Club work which we are unable to assume unless we have a permanent home demonstrator in the county.
The club voted to have a recreational night once a month at the community house. Mr. W. H. Boeker is chairman of this department and once each month there will be a program. The public is cordially invited to come and any one in the community or outside is asked to contribute to the program which will be given. There will be no charges and we hope it will be the means of bringing the people in the vicinity and county together and promote better fellowship. All members of other clubs in this county are urged to come and be with us and contribute to our program. The date will be announced later through this paper.
We are pleased and are glad of the Gulf Sulphur Company's recognition of the importance of the home demonstration club in the county. We extend to them a vote of thanks for the money allotted to our club for the pressure cooker and sealer. We understand each club in this county has been benefited by the Sulphur Company's generosity and some clubs are now using their sealers and cookers.
We hope all clubs seeing this article who have some numbers they would like to contribute to our program to write Mr. W. H. Boeker, chairman.
There will be no dues in the club, and the public is invited to our program. Anyone who would contribute music, readings or any other numbers will be gladly placed on our program.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 23, 2009
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The past week called for severe strain on my wooden leg. Some of the springs were rusted and caused me to walk with a stiff knee. In spite of this, the week started off with a bang.
Sunday came Mrs. George Harrison and two daughters and her brother Mr. Dickert who lives in San Luis Potosi, R. M. He plans to return to his home in a week or ten days and Mr. and Mrs. Harrison will accompany him. In the evening came Mrs. Patricia Martyn and son, Henry, for a little chaw on Homecroft fodder and a chit-chat.
Mr. Tay-Pay White, having heard of the fame of my guest Mr. A. D. Jackson, called to discuss school problems and to invite Mr. Jackson to address the local burghers Friday evening. As Doug is always grabbing an opportunity to talk, he at last yielded to Tay-Pay's importuning and with reluctance consented.
Some of the members of the White Man's Union appear to have been discreet, judicious, wise or perhaps wary, for when they met Monday the resolution that they were fussing over was withdrawn and in five minutes all other business was transacted and the meeting adjourned. All county officers now breathe freely once more. The proposed resolution sure gave them paralysis of the heart. Rest easy boys, and keep your hold on the teat and remember I am with you so long as you suck with gentleness.
The King's Daughters met Thursday with Mrs. Rena Wright who lives on Riverside Drive. Eleven of the girls were present. I staid at home for the reason that not one cared enough about me to give a bid. I always enjoy attending these meetings because it means that I have one swell feed. They are noted for good and palatable eats. Did not learn whether they had noodles or not but am sure the noodle maker was present. The King's Daughters have for their project the care of our cemetery.
Tuesday, thanks to the thoughtfulness of Thomas H. Lewis, we were guests of the Rotary-Lions luncheon at the Bay-Tex. The lunch was served in a beautiful manner and the food was of superlative quality and I, glutton that I am, enjoyed the food more than I did the program. In my opinion, when better luncheons are served, the Bay -Tex will serve them.
With Mrs. Highley at the piano, Mrs. Ward rendered several vocal solos of unusual musical quality. Thomas H. Lewis, in charge of the program, delivered a discourse on Navajo rugs which lead up to the introduction of Mrs. Ward. This talk proved that Thomas H. Lewis must at one time have been an Indian. The guest speaker of the day was Mr. A. D. Jackson of the A. & M. College. He talked most of the time about the accomplishments of the scientific nuts employed by the college to discover all sorts of bugs and vitamines. As he talked, I discovered that he also was considerable of a nut. My contact with the college causes me to believe that most all of those boys are nuts of the coco variety, hard boiled shells, quite a bit of meat and big gobs of succulent juice. Well, anyway, I reckon we are all just a bit nutty, the only difference between us horny handed sons of toil and the college nuts is that they are a bit more nutty.
It was a grand affair and we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, send notes of joy and thanks to Thomas H. Lewis for his thoughtfulness. A grand time.
Then two hours spent with our kin folk, the Holman tribe and an opportunity to see that gorgeous daughter, Louise. Then we were whisked away to the Pollard home where we were regaled on the tenderest steak I have enjoyed for many a moon and with it plenty of etcetera. In the evening, many callers made up a fine party in our honor and with songs and piano music, the evening was filled with pleasure. Because of the Pollard hospitality, I plan to cast my two votes in the right box at the next primary.
The presence of my old pal of many years, Mrs. Emma Lewis Carleton, my joy was complete. Wednesday to the home of Mrs. Patricia Martyn for a spaghetti supper and any person who has enjoyed one of those famous Martyn spaghetti suppers, knows what I mean when I describe it as the very acme of culinary art. Mrs. Patricia is not only a good nurse, but a real spaghetti artist.
Friday night attended the weekly sing-song at the community house with about 115 present. Until the arrival of Mrs. Liggett, Lera Hunt led the singing and she proved her ability as a song leader. At the close of the singing, Mr. White introduced Mr. A. D. Jackson who delivered a very interesting address on the A. & M. College and its various departments.
Saturday night came Mrs. Jackson and daughter, Ina and Reginald Creed and Fred Winter from Bryan. The two latter beat it down to Palacios point for a night's camping and arrived in time to enjoy the violent storm that struck this section about four a. m. Huddled in their car, they managed to keep dry for they had nothing to drink.
Ruth Boeker has added to her collection a houn' dog that weighs one pound and four ounces. A wonderful protection to Ruth.
Well, anyway, it will interest my readers to learn that all arrangements have been completed for the Round the World Trip. This column beginning in about a week will include letters from the trippers describing what they saw from day to day.
If you all know what hectic means, I will add that the past week has been a hectic one and by that I mean lots of tobacco sauce.
Busted my spectacles the other day. I was on one end of a thirty foot chain and a flirting cow on the other end. She traveled faster than I desired, hence I was dragged or drugged or dangled on the end of the chain with broken lenses. It is bad enough to have to use a wooden leg, but being blind is just a bit too sufficient. I am ordering two glass eyes and a new spring for the knee action of my wooden leg. Soon as I get my false teeth, I shall feel quite like a young pup once more and I was a frisky pup not so many years back. I wish my wooden leg to be in working order so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk across the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel.
The Matagorda
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Mr. and Mrs. Frank King entertained a number of friends at a beach party and oyster fry at their home Sunday. Those enjoying the hospitality of the Kings were Mr. and Mrs. Moran and daughter, Miss Shirley and Miss Parks; Mr. and Mrs. Clay McSparran, all of Pierce; Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boeker, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Miss Esther Engeline, Mr. Ed Regnier, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Boeker and family of Collegeport and Miss Ruth Boeker and Herman Letje of Palacios.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March
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These Thoughts About What They Say are gathered from the four corners of the earth. Some are dead languages, some from living local gossips and some, believe it or not, are original. They Say:-- That many people in this burg suffer from Anhedonia. That Jim Lewis told a fellow “your face looks good, but we can’t put it in the cash drawer.” That every one who tries to cash a check shall be considered intoxicated. That every man thinks that when he dies there will be one more holy ghost. That to know a woman’s age is not as important as knowing how long she has been that age. That the happiest man is he who has the most delusions. That sometimes people are killed by kindness but the mortality around these diggins’ is light. That a man without a wife is about as useful as half a pair of shears. That a fellow feeling is O. K., so long as he does not feel for ones pocket book. That the waves on our beach say “Let us spray.” That is a pleasure to shake some folk by the hand and others by the neck. That it is better not to know so much, than to know so much that isn’t so. That no woman ever found out she was pretty because other women told her so. That Louie Walter will give up his crooked stem pipe. That Ben Mowery really likes Granger Rough Cut. That it is a fine thing to ask God for your daily bread, but don’t expect he will give you a bakery. That an electric shot is a fine thing for killing people on the hot squat, but it don’t hold a candle to the coal oil can in fire kindling. That the wisest owl some times hoots at the wrong time. Try this on your own piano. That a man who has sober second thought had a headache just before. That tears dry quickly. That you should not harrow a woman’s feelings if you wish to cultivate her. That if it is true that a receiver is as bad as the thief, what’s the use of appointing one for a busted bank? That a beer trust is a good thing provided one gets trusted enough. That nearly all farm products have declined in price except wild oats. That you should never carry two watermelons under one arm or make love to two girls at the same time. Both dangerous propositions. That fortune knocks once at every man’s door, but if he is away from home she never goes to a saloon to find him. That Jim Lewis says it is easier to make loans than to collect them. That some folk think the wonderful leaning tower is a Pisa nonsense. That if you wish to improve a man’s morals it is necessary to watch him close. That an affinity is one who knows where to scratch your back just where it itches. That taxing cats would soon solve problems and balance the budget. That is a wise man who knows himself, but he is wiser if he does not tell what he knows. That there is not one word of truth in the gossip that has been passed about our burg the past week. He has not.
Springfield, Ill. Dear Folks at Home: Well we are on our way and here is the first letter just as we promised. We stopped at Little Rock, Hot Springs and St. Louis, but just for a short time for we must arrive in New York at least two days before our ship sails. In Springfield we are the guests of Dr. W. W. Van Wormer, at the Leland Hotel. He simply would not allow us to go any other place and so we have him for a protector and Mrs. Van Wormer as our chaperone. Margaret Gilmore is her assistant. Last night we went to the Orpheum and saw Richard Dix with Edna May Oliver and Wera Engels in the Great Jasper. It was a riot and greatly enjoyed. As a special for the evening we had the pleasure of seeing a picture of President Roosevelt in his office and heard his plea for confidence. His message was of great importance and realistic. In the afternoon we were invited to a reception in the library of the Y. M. C. A. in honor of Miss Elizabeth Burnham who has just returned from Santiago, Chili, where for three and a half years she has been general secretary for the Y. M. C. A. Miss Burnham gave a short talk on her work and experiences in Santiago. Mesdames Melin and Layman presided at the tea urns and were assisted by other members. Brilliant affair. Went to a showing of gorgeous furs in jackets and scarfs at the S. A. Barker Co. store but did not buy any of them for must buy only things we need on the trip. Our visit to the tomb of Abraham Lincoln filled us with awe. We were speechless. Words were unnecessary. We have enjoyed a very happy time in this fine city thanks to Dr. and Mrs. Van Wormer and Margaret Gilmore. Almost forgot to mention that Mrs. Ramsey is here and we had a short visit with her. Next stop Chicago, where we expect to meet Nancy Clapp and her parents and visit the World Fair grounds.
Love to you all, Saturday April 1 is April Fool’s Day but we must not all be fools on that day for it will be our business to select three members of our board of school trustees. We have many folk, who think they are capable of handling this work but we really have only a few that are, so the names of those who offer should be scrutinized, examined, investigated with care, before the little ticket is deposited. We cannot afford to have many dead sticks on the board. Have plenty now. We must give Mrs. King some live juice, something with resiliency. We must not ask or expect her to carry all the burden, so let us use sense when we go to the polls and elect trustees who have some live tissue above their necks. Prices are advancing. Not long ago I bought a certain soap two for a nick. Today I pay three cents straight. One cent is a small sum but in this case it represents 20 per cent added. The other day, buying some ham, Vern Batchelder with an apologetic smile on his handsome phiz, informed me that it would cost me one cent per pound more. Not much but still eight per cent added. These rising prices remind me of the fellow who had one foot caught in the shell of a gigantic mussle. Helplessly he watched the rising tide. There was no escape. The tide reached his hips, shoulders, chin, mouth, nose. It came slowly but surely. Soon a bubble or two marked the place of tragedy. The water murmured and flowed as before. The rising tide of prices will come slowly but certainly and it will this time engulf the consumer who will emit yowls of anguish just as during the low tide which hit the producer caused him to howl murder. It matters little whether the tide is high or low it is sure to engulf a portion of our folk. It will be the same old tune in another key. How the consumer will enjoy fifty cent butter, forty cent bacon, ten cent potatoes, ten cent bread, ten cent cigars, fifteen cent R. J. R. Thank God that there is one rift in the clouds. Congress arranged for plenty of five cent beer. With plenty of good old suds we will forget high prices. I very much desire to live to the day where I may go to Collegeport’s Palatial Pharmacy and cold drink emporium and instead of buying beer yeast, purchase a tankard of foamy 3.2 per cent. Our school kids journeyed to Bay City last week and entered in the athletic events and brought home several wonderful medals or what you will. First in girls volley ball, first and third in baseball throw for accuracy, third for basketball for distance, first for girls’ relay race. All this for our girls in shorts which by the way disclose some beautiful legs. Then the girls without shorts and without showing legs won first in extempore speaking by Annette Johnson, second in essay writing by Leota Huff subject cooking when mother is away. In the boys events Pat Jenkins took first in pole vault, first in high jump and second in four-forty race. Third in high jump came to Hutchins King. All in class B schools. Pretty good for us I’ll say. A Chicago paper is responsible for the tale that a cargo of 650 tons of steel from a Chicago steel mill was shipped to Memphis, Tenn., over the $150,000,000 scow way. This is the unkindest cut of all. Imagine how the railroads felt when they realized what good customers they have been to the steel mills. This was an unwarranted stab and is an illustration of how the poor railroads are getting it in the neck on every hand. Well, anyway, we have just been through fifteen nights and sixteen days of joyous pleasure, by the presence of my old time friend A. D. Jackson and intermittent visits from members of his family. A. D. is a comfortable fellow to have around even if he does insist on having grug provided by Mrs. Jackson, the Lord bless her soul, is a wonderful cooky maker. When A. D. left Wednesday morning I said “Boy when you pass through the forest, be sure and blaze some trees with your axe, so you will be able to find the return trail.” We were glad when he came and were sorry when he left. A. D. is a good scout. I reckon the oysters, flounders and crabs are singing joyously for he sure created a disturbance in their families. He took his oyster knife with him, for he will need it to open some of the crabs he will find on the college campus. His flounder spear will be useful to penetrate the shell of some of the scientific nuts which abound in the same bailiwick. W. H. Gussie has about seventy-five acres of the townsite plowed and will begin planting this week. Had it not been for this boy keeping at the job the entire townsite would still be in pasture and bay meadow. Soon corn, cotton and potatoes will be blooming where grass has grown for ages. Writing about plowing makes me think that the costly water waves or permanents while not in any way improving a girl’s appearance does provide an effective disguise. Can’t imagine why any girl will resort to such destruction of the good looks God has given her. What is more beautiful than beautiful red bronze gold fluffy hair or gorgeous tawny flowing locks. Not a thing. Give me the natural girl with her sweet, modest manners, her bright eyes and her sweet legs. O, well, anyway, water waves have nothing to do with the coming of the waves of suds on the top of the approaching schooners. I am informed that Mrs. Carl Boeker has thrown her hat in the political ring and hopes to be elected to our school board. Some say she will make a good trustee, some say she will be a trouble maker. Of one thing I feel sure and that is that she will stir the animals up and by shutting the door on their tails will cause them to yell something besides yes. If she will sell me two cakes of soap at the old price of two for a nick I believe I will cast my two votes for her.
Matagorda County Tribune, March 30, 1933? |
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By Mrs. A. G. Hunt
The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club meets at Mrs. John Ackerman's April 11. This time the roads are fine so everybody please come.
There will be a program given by the young people who have formed a club of their own sponsored by the Home Demonstration Club. These affairs are all free. However, we will be glad to receive donations and they can be used for the good of the community.
We were proud to receive a goodly donation to help this club along from the Gulf Sulphur Company. This will be used to buy a canner and sealer for the club to be used by all who wish to use it in this community. We certainly do thank the Gulf Sulphur Company.
It was voted at the last meeting held at Mrs. Frank King's that these meetings will be held every second Tuesday of each month at the different homes of those interested and to come alphabetically. So we can know about when to expect them at our home and if there's anyone who wishes anything canned as a demonstration at any time, have it ready.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 6, 1933
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Ten of our Christian Endeavorers attended the District meet, held in Bay City last Saturday. The program, which began at 2:45 p. m., included two playlets, one by the Juniors of Bay City, the other by El Campo Seniors. Both were well given and very entertaining. At the noon hour a delightful lunch was served by the Bay City C. E.’s. Everyone present enjoyed the meeting very much and are looking forward to the next district annual meeting. ------------------- On Monday night the regular monthly meeting of the County Endeavors was held in the Community House at Collegeport. The buffet supper, furnished by all was the first feature and then a song service. The attendance cup was won by the Palacios group, having 83 per cent of their membership present. The Bay City Juniors, who had won the cup the past two months, was a close contender, having 81 per cent present. Following the business session, the Collegeport Juniors entertained us with a playlet, directed by Miss Francis Eisel. The next meeting will be held the first Monday night in May at Blessing.
Palacios Beacon, April 6, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
A knock at the door and I find myself confronted by George Washington. He asks, "want any oysters today?" Ye gods! For years I have thought George Washington was the father of his country and here I find him peddling oysters in Collegeport.
As I write, I do not know who will be elected to the board of school trustees, but I hope that when the board engages teachers for the coming year, they will employ teachers who can use good English grammar. The grammar used by some of the present staff is deplorable, lamentable, mournful. Texas schools are full of teachers who are only half educated. This is my own thought and no one else is to be blamed except Harry Austin Clapp. Bring on your brick bats for I enjoy criticism. Had some from Houston last week and glad to receive it for it shows that people read "Thoughts."
Had a very enjoyable call Friday from Mr. and Mrs. Guy Hutchinson now living on the farm south of town. I have known Guy for (I dislike to name the year) many years and he is still the same old Guy. Married to a charming girl who makes the call more entertaining.
At a meeting held Sunday, those present were asked to vote on the proposition of inviting JT Morrow to return and spend his vacation in this community and the vote was an overwhelming one in favor of JT. This young man did more for the young people of the community than all the preachers we have had in the past. I hope arrangements can be made so that he will be one of us once more. Ever since we have had a school in this place, once each year we have enjoyed what is called Commencement Exercises. That is until the present faculty came to us. Since that time, our pupils have been allowed to finish the prescribed grades, given a hand shake and told to beat it. I am ashamed that one girl who finished did not even receive a handshake. I for one hope the trustees will for this once take charge of affairs and give orders instead of taking orders. Our school should be operated by the trustees and not by the teachers. Let us have commencement this year.
Here is the second letter from the "Round The World Trippers."
Chicago, Ill., March 28, 1933.
--Frances and Elizabeth.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 6, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Living at the end of the road is much like living down by the mill pond. The water flows into the mill pond, eddies around from side to side, carrying on its tide the flotsam of the river from which it came. At last rest comes and along the banks there collects and comes to rest, cobs, timbers, parts of trees, leaves, brush, all brought down by the river and coming to rest, because it had come to the end of the road. Just as these things came to the mill pond, so we living at the end of the pavement are richly rewarded by frequent visits from valuable and interesting old friends who drive to the end of the road and because they are unable to go farther, they stop here, collect along our hospitable shores and find rest and comfort and the longer they stay the more loath they are to leave. The end of the road has charms which are soon felt and these visitors no longer wonder how it is possible to live at the end of the road and be content. O, yes, living at the end of the road has its compensations. The only fault is that it is also compendious. But living here for twenty-five years we become used to that. The railroad ends here and the pavement ends here and I am warning our folk that soon, perhaps in six months, there will be an end to the railroad unless something unforeseen happens. This may be the passage of Senate Bill No. 312. If this becomes a law, it may mean the continuance of rail service on a limited schedule. If any of our folk are interested in retaining rail service, it is well that they write our representative, Mr. E. C. Hill, house of representatives, at Austin, Texas, and ask that he facilitate the passage of this bill. If all these plans fail and we witness the tearing up of the rails and removal of station houses, the loss of the crews and the turning back to pasture the right of way, we must no longer be content to live at the end of the road. We must make an organized effort to secure the construction of the viaduct across the bay and connection with Highway 58 at Palacios. Then and only then may we sit by the side of the road and watch the race of men go by. Nothing is impossible. Everything is possible. Sitting at the end and emitting yowls of distress means nothing to those who have the power to relieve us from the situation that will confront us. Organized effort by our own people will bring aid from others. We must show the state highway commission that down here in the Magic Bottle, live people who have intentions and we must take a sample of our guts and fling 'em on the commission's table. There is no time so ripe for an effort as today and until we make it and stay with it until success comes, will we ever be able to drive across the viaduct or fish from its rail. The writer has thought many thoughts and out of it all has been coined a scheme. He thinks it will work. If it does, we shall no longer live at the end of the "nine-foot sidewalk" but on the through route of the Hug-the-Coast Highway. Along this route between Palacios and Freeport and Galveston, are vast areas of waste land used for pasture but not valuable for farming. Many states buy such land and through it and along by it build wonderful scenic highways. Such work attracts not only tourists, but wild life of many kinds. Nature lives again and people who make the drive may stop along the route for camping or for a picnic with rooms to let. The returning wild life makes possible the enjoyment of fishing and hunting. Many places along the route are available for real swimmin' holes to which the kids will beg their parents to return year after year. It will not only be a "fisherman's road but it will be a grand scenic highway and we will live on it." It is an economic project that requires some co-ordination, co-operation, cohesion to bring it about. We have only one way, to move and that is up. Come on fellows, let's stop living at the end of the road.
I have been informed that the Girl Reserves are not expected to initiate or carry on any civic work, but that they are being trained for leadership. I know of no better way to become a trained leader than to learn how to do the things they are expected to be leaders in. One of the things that troubles our people this day is too much leadership. The entire nation is covered with leaders. Colleges are turning out hundreds of leaders, many of whom do not understand the fundamentals of work they are to lead in. Government and state agencies employ thousands of leaders. Our country is covered from ocean to ocean with leaders. Twelve million of our population are leaders and the same number are unemployed, so about twenty per cent of our population are living on the eighty per cent who dig and delve. All of these thousands of leaders suck their pap from the same breast. We do not need leaders, but we do need folk who can and will accomplish some work of value to themselves and to others. We need folk who can do as well as to tell.
It appears that some person gave Bill a very fine meleagris gallopavo [wild turkey] and when Emily Jane found out about it, knowing how truly I loved her and also my fondness for gallopavo she insisted on stuffing meleagris with plenty of good things and gathering the clan trip to Homecroft where we could have a real party with all the trimmins'. It was the tenderest, dearest, most delicate bird that has ever graced our board. We certainly enjoyed the fest and the presence of our dear friends and we hope the same fellow will give Bill anther specimen of the breed. Emily Jane may come down any old time.
It appears that nothing can prevent progress for our community as witness the latest improvement which is the building of a fence for a cow pasture on Central Street between the Post office and the Canning factory. Now if the person who owns this lot just west of the warehouse will build a beautiful latrine dedicated to the public, we will be able to enjoy two wonderful civic improvements. It sure is wonderful how a town will grow when given opportunity. Even if we are at the end of the road, the two improvements mentioned will draw many tourists to our burg.
The other day the miserable wretch had a short session with Dr. Sholars and since then has been a staunch member of the Amalgamated Order of Soup Suckers.
Came Mrs. Claire Pollard to make us a visit and talk over the enjoyments of our last party and plan for another one, which God willing, will be soon.
Saturday night Cary Miller brought her Douglas so tender and true for an evening call. Douglas is a fine young man and Cary better fasten her tentacles on him firmly else some girl will make the grand rush.
Sunday, much to my bachelor delight, an auto brought my kinfolk Judge and Mrs. Holman and that glorious daughter, Louise. We had a wonderful vivacious, pleasant visit and then came the miserable wretch with Jean Martyn and her boy friend, Bill.
Monday night the County Christian Endeavor met in the community house and a luncheon was served in honor of the county president, Mrs. Evaline White Marshall. More than one hundred Endeavorers were present and enjoyed the splendid program. I was delighted to receive a call from Mrs. Marshall and her father, Mr. White, which lasted an hour. One hour of satisfaction, rapture. Mrs. Marshall is beautiful, vivacious, intelligent and as I looked at her, I thought of the cover of a beautiful magazine.
I am sure that one time, perhaps a thousand years ago, I met her when we were both enjoying a former incarnation. Anyway, I knew her when. Mrs. Marshall is the author of the fine poems which appear in the Tribune from time to time. I have placed this visit between the leaves of my memory book as a very wonderful adventure. When she comes again, I shall feed her on that celebrated Homecroft Ham.
When I write "Thoughts" that do not agree with my readers, there is prompt action. No sooner did last week's Trib arrive here than T. P. White gave me a call for the purpose of informing that "Thoughts" were all wrong or wet or something like that. Tay Pay is welcome to his thoughts as well as I to mine, so we discussed the matter in a friendly way, but both being a bit stubborn, little headway was made. I still think "Thoughts."
Through the kindness of Mrs. Rena Wright, I have a paper, The Barnesville Whetstone, announcing the passing of Thomas J. Rogers. He died suddenly of arterial sclerosis at his home in Barnesville, Ohio. Our oldtimers will remember Mr. Rogers very well. He owned the farm on which lives Mr. Dickinson. For many years he has been in the hardware business in his home town and been an active participant in business, civic and religious work. He had a rich vein of humor. He was a hospitable man and fine neighbor. I have always wished he might have settled in this community for his was a desirable character.
New York City, April 'th, 1933.--
Dear old folks at home:
Here we are in the great city. We are at the Hotel Edison on Forty-seventh Street, just a little west of Broadway. Have time for only a short letter, but must tell you how we got here. When leaving Chicago, we planned to use the Pennsylvania Broadway Limited, but our ticket man refused to accept our checks for tickets so we went to the New York Central office and when the man saw our checks were on the First National Bank of Bay City, he told us that he knew Mr. Lewis and was sure the checks would be paid so away we went on the Century Limited. Such a train! It was our first experience with what is called "de luxe" and that don't mean lux by any means. Every comfort known to man was there for us and did we take all that was offered? We'll say yes to that. Such berths and meals. Only kings and queens know them well so we were queens for the trip. At Elkhart, Mary Louise's Aunt Lucy came to the train to see us and we remembered her well as she visited the Clapps some years ago. The ride along the lake was of interest. The immense station at Cleveland. Lake Erie was storm tossed and several vessels seemed to be trying to get home. Buffalo, Albany and there we left the Century and took the boat trip down the Hudson. Every turn of the river provided new pictures. At West Point we looked in vain for a sight of the Lane Holman family, but were out of sight. We arrive in New York at the Christopher street dock and were whisked away to this delightful hotel and here we stay while touring New York and waiting for our ship. We have learned to say ship and not boat. Expect great treats the next few days. We are tired and hungry so go down to the grill where we have no fear of being grilled. We hope Nancy Clapp may come over here from New London for at least a day for we do very much desire to see what a live zoologist looks like. Remember us to all the kids.--Frances and Elizabeth.
N. B. This is notice to Guy Hutchinson and others that our traffic squad does not permit parking in front of the post office by backing into the curb. Nothing but front end parking on a 37 1/2 degree angle is permissible. A repetition will cost five bones.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 13, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
We find that we have more than one way of making cheese out of our clabber milk, after watching Mrs. Carl Boeker make a lovely smooth cheese at the home demonstration meeting held at Mrs. John Ackerman's last Tuesday.
For those wishing to use up some or all their surplus milk this way, try the following recipe: Boil and drain enough milk to make one quart of cheese curd (about 4 gallons of milk.) This curd should be hard, crumble until it is like a powder with no grains left. Mix 1 1/2 teaspoons of soda into this very thoroughly and let set for four hours. Then heat over boiling water until it begins to gum, then add 1 teaspoon of salt and about 1 cup of very thick sour cream without any milk in it or if preferable, butter without any water in it may be used. Melt until it pours. This cheese maybe kept indefinitely by covering with parafine.
Mrs. Sides, who was with us at this meeting, urged us to plant at least two new vegetables in our garden this year. And after hearing about the ming bean, I think that will be very likely to be one of them with most of us. Besides being excellent for table use, it is also fine chicken feed, bearing long and abundantly according to Mrs. John Ackerman who has tried it.
It was decided to hold the next meeting two weeks from this meeting at the home of Mrs. Will Boeker, April 15.
Those present were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Hurd, Mr. and Mrs. Will Boeker, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams, Mr. and Mrs. John Ackerman, Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen, Mr. Nolan, Mrs. Penland, Mrs. Chas. Williams, Mrs. Carl Boeker, Mrs. F. L. Jenkins, Mrs. Ira Corporon, Mrs. V. B. Merck, Mrs. Bob Murry, Mr. and Mrs. Frank King, Miss Mamie Thompson, Mrs. Roy Nelson, Mrs. A. G. Hunt, Miss Lera Hunt and Mrs. S. G. Hutchinson.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 13, 1933
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The Topic for Sunday night was "If a man shall he live again." Mrs.
Hunt was the leader and she gave a very inspirational talk. Mrs.
Liggett had charge of the choir, while Mrs. Dick Corporon
accompanied at the piano. The choir rendered several beautiful
selections and Mrs. Liggett gave, in her charming manner, a solo.
Following the Christian Endeavor program, Brother Williams preached
the baccalaureate sermon to the graduates. His subject was "Human
Life."
The graduating class: Frank King, Hutchins King, Raymond Hunt and
Leota Hough. About a hundred and twenty-five were present. We were
indeed glad to have Mr. Shubring with us.--Flossy Prunty, publicity
manager.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 20,1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
It is very easy to think Thoughts when one can see, but when one is unable to use vision, then Thoughts come quick and fast. Nothing to distract, bewilder, disturb or discompose. Just Thoughts, and so the past week when I have been deprived of spectacles and unable to read or to distinguish objects easily, I have spent considerable time thinking Thoughts. Here is a week's garner.
Monday night the faculty of the Bay View High gave a party at the Hurd home in honor of the eleventh grade. I am informed that about thirty-five were present and that the refreshments were of a particular delicious quality. Games and jig saws, filled the evening to overflow and all had a most enjoyable evening.
Tuesday I was alone all day, for the miserable wretch was in Bay City spending pleasant hours in that cozy chair in the northeast corner of the second floor of the Hamilton Building. She was entertained by one called Doctor Sholars so thoroughly that since she returned to her family, she uses two straws for soup sucking instead of one. My sister Lucy was born a sucker, but my wife had to acquire the accomplishment. But what care I, so long as she secures the soup and thus keeps the side of the Angel land.
Guess the town girls did not know I was alone all day Tuesday, for none of them came to see me. Just one day lost. Hey boys?
Well, anyway, the next day was a day of grand surprises for here comes my friend of many years, Mrs. Claire Pollard, and with her Miss Sue B. Mann, state school inspector, for lunch with us. Good thing they brought sandwiches, et cetera which means ginger bread cake made by Katherine Pollard, hot tea. We being right in the soup business, supplied the soup so we had one right good time for about two hours and then both were obliged to go back to school like other little kiddies.
Miss Mann was so delighted with the soup that she asked for the recipe and before I could open my mouth, the MW, who in spite of no teeth is still able to talk, blurted out the truth. Wimmen will talk you know. Here is the recipe: take one can of soup, add same quantity of water, place on stove, bring to a boil and serve hot. If the MW had kept silent, Miss Mann would have left here with the idea that I was one grand soup maker. In as much as Mrs. Montague, Mrs. Leola Sides, Ruby Hawkins and Patricia Martyn are all living on county funds and are able to expend the cash for a can of soup, I advise them to use my recipe. Well, anyway, when I think of that Katherine ginger bread, I feel that the luncheon was a great success and shall tangle it in my memory web. I gathered that Miss Mann was delighted with the work of our teachers, and she made special mention of the well kept grounds and complimented the janitor for his work. Hope Miss Mann's report will engage for us some much needed funds for our school.
Saw a girl at the P. O. with riding breeches, boots, skirt and coat, a swell rig, but I asked "where if your horse?" she told me she had no hoss so I wonder why the breeches. No use wearing a bath suit except when bathing and no use wearing a riding costume without a horse.
"Wimmen is queer critters" once said John Billings. Writing about riding breeches makes me think of another queer problem. The normal and natural costume for a woman to wear at night is the good old-fashioned nightie, but these modern women are wearing what are called pajamas. In our home, we have a hook on which we hang night apparel and I am informing you folk that it is confusion to decide with are ma's jamas and which are pa's jamas. The other night, by mistake, I tried to put on ma's jamas and found myself looking like a well stuffed sausage. After considerable effort, I was able to reverse the process and at last found my own passionate pa's jamas and with a sigh of relief hit the hay. No sooner did I begin to doze than the MW let out a howl "where is my pajama coat." Making the proper adjustment took some time and by then the goddess of sleep had departed. No use giving orders for when a woman once forsakes the delightful old nightie for pajamas, argument is of small value. To you unmarried men, I give the advice to find out what your enamorita wears at night and if she has acquired the pajama habit, look around for another gal. As for me, I am obliged to stick it out with patience.
Tuesday, Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, our sweet and cultured home demonstration agent, came down and gave a demonstration in cheese making. With the coming of beer, that is quite necessary for our women should learn how to make cheese to go with the beer. Mrs. Carl Boeker was the demonstrator and I am informed that she made a fine batch of delicious cheese. Her ability is an acquired one, for she married a man of German extraction and we all know that the Germans are past masters of the cheese art. About thirty were present and all agreed that the meeting was filled with interest. Mrs. Sides is the only agent who has been able to work up interest in extension work in this community and she has a good sized club in this burg which meets twice each month. I congratulate the extension service of the A. & M. [College] in having so helpful a woman on its staff and I sure do congratulate the county on having her assigned to work in our county.
Last April, Mrs. Patricia Martyn invited friend wife to take a trip to San Antonio and they had a wonderful week visiting with Mary Louise and attending the convention of nurses. I mention this because they are planning another trip to S. A. provided Franklin Roosevelt gives permission.
On the thirteenth day of April, 1853, a little baby was born. At last it took form and became known as a Haisley. Last Thursday it reached the eightieth mile stone so abut fifty went out to the Haisley home to congratulate V. S. Haisley and to show him their respect. They found that eighty-year man out in the field planting corn. Soon he changed his corn planting clothes for this party clothes and appeared before his guests. No drooping shoulders for that man. Head erect, eyes bright and alert, he looks to the future without fear. The Haisley family came here in 1909 and although they have had considerable gray with the sunshine, they have taken life as it came and won. Today they enjoy the respect of all who know them and so we were all glad and happy that we might gather together as friends and neighbors and celebrate the day. The table gave no sign of depression, for it was loaded with good food of every character. Coffee made by our community coffee maker, she who is known far and wide as the maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. A short period of devotion led by Mr. William Schubring of Houston and the party dissolved to their homes. Just one more enjoyable affair.
That same day came to our home that indefatigable worker, who as Milton says "upborn on indefatigable wings." I refer to F. O. Montague who arrived in an auto instead of on wings. I was ready to leave for the Haisley birthday party so left him with the miserable wretch to eat chili con carne. The two polished off a No. 3 can of that delectable concoction so nuf said about that. With Monty telling us how to grow the stuff. With Leola to tell us how to keep it and Patricia to advise us how to consume it for our health's sake, us folk down here in the Magic Bottle ought to feel quite pert. We do thank you. The cash used for this service is money well expended and we thank county court for giving us these advantages. In passing, will state that we want this service continuous and not intermittent. Its worth has been proven in scores of families and we mean to keep it.
It seems certain that the boys in Austin are preparing to pass the beer buck or the buck beer to the dear peepul. Instead of doing as they should, modify the Dean act, so that the people of Texas may have the non intoxicating in fact 3.2 per cent beverage already approved by congress and the Democratic party, they will turn the question over to the people and generously allow them to vote on the subject along about July. The organized minority is too strong for them. They fear loss of votes. They become cowards. They were brave men when they passed the repeal bill years ago. Not then did they even think of allowing the voters to make the decision. Maybe it will work out all right anyway, but it appears to me that our legislature should have followed close in the path traveled by our congress. Just my idea and I am perhaps in the wrong as usual. If so, please pardon the offense and remember that it makes to difference to me whether the beer bill passes or not.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 20, 1933
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The Girl Reserves of Collegeport, under the leadership of Miss Beryl Bell, have had many happy sessions and have furnished "good times" for others. No other affair they have attempted compares with the banquet tendered the graduating class of 1932-33.
The spacious and delightful home of Mr. and Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, in the very walls of which breathe hospitality, was thrown open to the Girl Reserves for the occasion. The class of 32-33, the faculty of Collegeport Rural High School, the members of the school board with their wives and husbands as the case might be, the county superintendent and a few other favored friends comprised the guest list of the Girl Reserves. The young hostesses seemed to be everywhere at the same time, receiving the guests, making everybody feel at home and in every possible way adding to the pleasure of the occasion. At 8 p.m., a group of about 50 found their places at the table as indicated by attractively decorated place cards, tables that were beautifully decorated in the colors red and white and were made fragrant with lovely flowers. Miss Frances Eisel as toastmistress acted her part with poise and precision. She soon set the tempo of the banquet as she called on one speaker after another for suitable toasts to the class, the faculty and well--she didn't neglect anybody.
Meanwhile, busy helpers were serving a banquet which please the eye, tickled the palate and which measured up to the standard of Collegeport banquets--what more could be said. The menu of the three-course dinner consisted of chicken loaf, peas, creamed potatoes, hot rolls with butter, a frozen fruit and nut salad in the prevailing red color, iced tea and red and white angel food cake with strawberry ice cream.
The "flow of soul" reached its peak in the address given by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd in her most graceful manner, which embodied the good wishes of all present for the happy class.
Following the banquet, Miss Bell conducted the impressive initiation ceremony of the Girl Reserves and inducted the new officers for the coming year into office.
It was a lovely affair in every particular, the class of 32-33 is fortunate in having such loving thoughtful friends as Miss Bell and the Girl Reserves to put into concrete form the feelings of the community towards them and in having a Mrs. Hurd to help in her way. This function marked the last of several in honor of the graduation class.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 27, 1933
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The topic for Christian Endeavor Sunday night was "Problems of Prayer," Cary Miller was our leader. The choir sponsored by Mrs. Liggett gave several songs. Flossie Prunty accompanied on the piano. Several Bible references were then read and followed by the Lord's Prayer. Then prayer was discussed by everyone in general. Mrs. Liggett gave a talk proving that prayer is not only beneficial and helpful to the poor but to the rich as well. There were thirty-five young people and seven juniors present. --Flossie Prunty, publicity manager.
Matagorda County Tribune, April 27, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from a longer article about Easter.]
My many house duties since the miserable wretch has "fealt" so bad has made it difficult to write copy. I suppose I should write "felt" instead of "fealt," but the latter spelling is the way our children are being taught so I am adopting it myself. I very much desire to use good English and good spelling even if I am not a teacher.
A very busy week for this community at the end of the pavement. Wednesday night to a crowded house, the school pupils rendered a splendid program in honor of the passing of the seventh grade into the high school department. The quality of the program was a credit to pupils and teachers.
Thursday night, in honor of the four who finished the course of eleven grades, two hundred people assembled in the community house and listened to a splendid program which was as follows:
Commencement song. Giving of certificates of award. Awarding of seventh grade diplomas, Mrs. Claire F. Pollard. Presentation of high school key by Frances King, president senior class. Song by the school choir, direction of Mrs. Liggett. Salutatory, Frances King. Class Prophecy, Hutchins King. Class Will, Leota Hough. Song, Leaving the Nest, School choir. Address, Reverend Gillespie of Palacios. Valedictory, Raymond Hunt. Awarding of diplomas, Supt. T. P. White. Song, Valedictory, school choir.
Awards were given to seven or eight pupils who had not been absent or tardy during the school year and the three Prunty girls carried away three of the awards. Robert Liggett took another.
The graduation class consisted of Frances King, Leota Hough, Hutchins King and Raymond Hunt. Four well dressed and well behaved young people of whom the community is proud. Frances King looked like a beautiful young bride in her white full flowing skirt dress. Leota Hough is a tall girl with a face that looks to the sky. Dressed in pink, she made me think of a rose bud. The two boys were dressed in the conventional dress for boys and looked like the fine young men they are. Each of these delivered their parts in firm, good projecting voices, showing their familiarity with the subject and the study given it. Raymond Hunt was easily the star of the evening, as everyone expected, for his school history has been one of close application to his subjects and he has always made first class grades. Somewhere there is a star waiting for such a student as is Raymond Hunt. I give them my hearty congratulations and wishes for a successful life, but in doing so, I must remind them that instead of being through, they are just starting. I wonder what each of these young folk will do now. Has their school training given them anything by which they may make a living? I fear not. That to me appears to be the trouble with our educational system. The children receive a smattering of this and that. They have to take it, to make grades, but no where do I find anything that in the struggle of life will enable them to make a living. I had the same experience fifty-three years ago. I was loaded up on a jumble of figures, literature, chemistry, Latin, et cetera, but I had not been taught one practical thing. I was not a barber, a carpenter, a mason, a painter, a bookkeeper. Not one thing I could trade for cash money on which to live. I was obliged to go away from home to New York state that I might learn how to make a living. I trust arrangements may be made by which these four may go up higher, to a more complete education, that will enable them to offer something of value to the world in which they must live. They will enjoy a vacation, but this fall they must face the problems of life else they will be left drift wood decaying along the shores of small value to themselves or to others. I have no means of knowing how far my prayers will go, but I am asking God to bless these four, to keep them clean in morals, to guide them and to bring them such measure of success as they deserve. The entire program was carried to success. Every participant knew his part and made delivery. It was a credit to pupils, teachers, and trustees. Friday night a banquet was tendered to senior class by the Girls Reserve at the Hurd home and I am informed that forty-eight were present. Further deponent knoweth not.
Saturday night a dance was given by Fred Ballhorst. It was held in the canning factory with the Real Orchestra. A good crowd was present and enjoyed the game until a late hour.
Friday night came the news that effective May 1, our regular train will be abandoned and from that date we will be served by the main line local giving us such intermittent service as enjoyed once before. This means that our mail will arrive some days sometimes and other days it will arrive someway. No can tell. It's a helluva way to run a railroad and so far as I am concerned, I care little when they tear up the track and get out of the Magic Bottle. We can get along without the railroad soon as we get the viaduct in service. That's all we need. If we get the viaduct, it will be because we go after it. Sitting on our haunches on the shore and looking across the bay at the bright lights will never bring us the viaduct and with it gas and electric service. If we howl, we must lift up our voices and howl loud enough so the state highway commission at Austin may hear us. I might add that the wolf is getting ready to howl. Something will be started, perhaps before June first. Well, anyway, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, very much desire to walk across the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel.
Miss Marie Nestor has the first year kiddies in her school room and some of them are quite bright. The other day she was teaching them the A. B. C.'s and said "what comes after O?" Instantly came the reply "yeah." I am informed that one of the teachers was trying to work up interest in having photographs taken of the senior class and said "just think how you will enjoy looking at these pictures years hence. You will say "there is Frances, she's an actress; there's Raymond, he's a chemist; there's Hutchins, he's a doctor; there's Leota, she's a nurse; and--" "And there's the teacher, she's dead," came a voice from the back row.
School is out. For nearly five months, the school bus will be vacant. The playgrounds will be quiet. The kiddies will be enjoying their vacation. But now comes trouble for the trustees. About one year ago Mrs. King said to me: "Mr. Clapp, can you tell me how to handle a twelve thousand dollar expense with a ten thousand dollar income?" I was unable to give the answer. This year the same problem comes up. To handle it means cutting expense. Where? Cut teachers' pay? O, no, by the sacred codfish, no. That would be sacrilege. I therefore suggest that the janitor be deposed and his duties be added to those of the male teachers. The female teachers with their pupils may put Van Wormer field into cotton and the school campus into flowers. The flowers to be sold to the trustees for that is the only way they will receive flowers. The cash from the sale of these products and the saving on janitor work will no doubt solve the financial problem and enable the trustees to balance that bedamned budget. It needs a bright mind to handle these problems and I am glad that I have one.
The Matagorda
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The Bay View High School, Prof. T. P. White, superintendent, has been recommended for advanced classification by Miss Sue Mann, supervisor of high schools in this section and attached to the state board of education.
Collegeport or Bay View has made a steady advancement since the district was consolidated two years ago. It has been superintended by Prof. White since the consolidation. Last year it obtained a classification of a three years high school. This year, application was made to the state board for a four year high school classification and such was recommended by the traveling supervisor as per following correspondence:
Collegeport, Tex., May 2, 1933. The Matagorda County Tribune Bay City, Texas.
Friend Mr. Smith:
I am sending you a copy of the letter I have from the state department of classified and affiliated high schools. May I ask that you carry same in your daily, also weekly, edition of the Tribune?
To
Wit State Department of Education High School Division Austin, Texas
Mr. T. P. White, Supt., Bay View High School, Collegeport, Texas.
Dear Sir:
I take pleasure in enclosing the official report of the supervisor who recently visited your high school. A copy of the report is also sent to the president of the school board for his information. As this report is official, it should be filed for future reference.
The department of education is very anxious to render real, constructive service to the high schools, and any requests or suggestions from teachers or school officials will receive very careful consideration.
Thanking you for your co-operation in the improvement of the state.
I am--Very Truly yours, Jeremiah Rhodes, acting chief supervisor high schools.
In order that the schools may be properly certified, it is essential that minimum requirements be met. To that end the supervisor who recently visited your school makes the following recommendations.
(1) That the chief supervisor of high schools and the continuance on classified and accredited high schools bear in mind that the Collegeport consolidated district is in need of a four year high school. While the school is just across the bay from Palacios High School, a distance of a few miles at most, it is for land travelers a distance of sixteen or more miles between the two places. The Matagorda County board of education approves the four year classification.
(2) That the chief supervisor of high schools and the continuance on classified and accredited high schools note that the school has, with two exceptions, met all classification requirements for a four year high school. The exceptions are:
a. A short term. It will be necessary, because of a deficiency in revenue, to close the school at the end of eight months. The school leaders feel that the students have been able to cover for the most part the work regularly done in a nine-month school, inasmuch as they have planned the courses carefully and have taught overtime. They have known for several months that this situation was facing them.
b. An irregular grade assignment. This year the teacher in charge of the Citrus Grove elementary school has had an excessive number of grades assigned to her--grades 1, 2, 3 and 4. She has had, however, a small enrollment, the total being only 13.
(3) That all students belonging to the Citrus Grove school be transferred to the Collegeport unit. This combination will mean economy in administrative and teaching force, and at the same time greater educational opportunities for all students.
(4) That the board of trustees, the faculty and the students, be commended for the success that they had last year in classifying and accrediting their school. They met the requirements for a three year high school and obtained credits accordingly. They are to be commended further for the splendid work that they are doing this year. They are making a request for eight and one-half additional credits.
(5) That the present teaching staff be maintained until the school has reached its objective in classification and accrediting. Teacher tenure is a big factor in school progress.
(6) That the school be provided with: a. Some new furniture, especially chairs. b. Reference work in science. c. Maps, globes and a victrola. d. Better facilities for the physical educational program, a dressing room on the athletic field. e. Repairs on the building, roofs, and windows.
(7) That commendation has been merited for these improvements: a. Library facilities, $190 having been expended. b. Science laboratory facilities $160 having been expended. c. Fence built around the athletic field and a shower bath arrangement made for the boys. [d. is missing] e. Flowers and shrubs planted in the yards. f. Permanent record books purchased. g. Course of study improved as to schedule. h. Seventh grade organized as an integral part of the high school. i.
Playground equipment installed at both schools. (8) That commendation be expressed to Superintendent Pollard of the Matagorda County schools for the assistance that she had given the state department in supervising the Collegeport high school. The courtesies extended to the visitor by her, Superintendent White, the teachers and the students of the school and others were sincerely appreciated and enjoyed.
--T. P. White, superintendent B. V. H. S., Collegeport, Texas
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 4, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about Welsh Rarebit/Rabbit which includes a response from a reader about the Thoughts About Cheese and Pretzels article.]
I doubt if the man lives who does not thoroughly enjoy a "pat on the back." It brings encouragement, sometimes when most needed. It costs the patter little and means much to the receiver. Just a pat on the back. That is all.
April 4th there appeared in the Tribune a screed entitled "Thoughts About Cheese and Pretzels." The writer had small thought how far it would go, or to whom it would appeal, but much to his surprise and delight here comes this from the city of Century of Progress...[follows the letter of the "patter."]
The Collegeport Woman's Club is always ribbing up something original. Something to develop interest and to give pleasure. Mrs. Burton Hurd, as chairman of the program committee, set her think box to work and declared that the next meeting would be a swap, trade and barter affair. It was held last Thursday in the Community House. Everybody was invited to participate and bring articles they did not want and trade for things they did want and so the big tables arranged by Vernon Hurd were well loaded with cakes, pies, doughnuts, vegetables, young plants and so forth world without end. The Library committee read an article by Walter Davenport from Collier's Weekly, which told how barter was being carried on in other portions of the country. I told something about trading for false teeth and for windmills. The miserable wretch took three loaves of home-made raisin bread and brought home three bunches of onions, a dozen doughnuts and a sack of new potatoes. Bill Hurd traded a white bantam hen for seventeen cents. Carl Boeker exchanged a pound of coffee for a brassiere. I do not know what use he has for one of them there gadjets in a grocery store, but maybe he will use it when picking dewberries. Mrs. Guy Hutchinson and Mrs. L. E. Liggett got together with a glorious lemon pie and beautiful cake. The coffee was donated by Carl Boeker of the "Quantity quality" grocery. It was Duncan's peaberry which being made by Mrs. King was real coffee when served. Mrs. Hurd arranged that any cash paid in to balance a trade should go to the library fund and so when the swapping was all over, the fund was enriched by about two dollars and seventy-five cents. Mrs. Roy Nelson won the prize offered to the person who did the most trading, while Mrs. Wright was the girl who traded without being obliged to spend any money.
Miss Beryl Bell was the leader of the side that made the most trades and turned in the most change. She and her cohorts munched doughnuts as a reward.
Those present had such an enjoyable afternoon that it is planned to have another swap in the near future. It is hoped that many of our men and women who missed this meeting will be present the next time.
The miserable wretch was challenged by the maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles to stand up and say "soup." If those present had realized that for some weeks she had been cultivating soup the request would not have been made. She can say soup even with a straw in her mouth.
Thanks to the activities of Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, home demonstration agent, and Frank O. Montague, county agent, great interest has been started in this community in extension work. It is the first time our people have manifested interest in this work. Result, a live, going organization and Friday night they gave their first community program, which attracted abut two hundred people. The Bay City band came and supplied delicious music. Among others who came was Mrs. Mary Martin, secretary of the Bay City Chamber of Commerce. The band shows much improvement since it played here on a former occasion. Mr. E. H. Highley played the slide trombone and I have great admiration for a fellow who can pull that tube out and push it back and make music. He does.
Poor Frank Montague, Jr., was trying to hide behind a piccolo which is one helluva instrument when the audience showers coins in appreciation. Give me the tuba.
Program. Devotional, Mrs. L. E. Liggett. Music, Bay City Band, Rising vote of thanks. Recitation, Ruby Lee Corporon. Address, Frank O. Montague, county agent. Solo, "I Know a Lovely Garden," Mrs. Martin, Mrs. Wilmer at piano. Recitation, Joe Earl Pollard Monolog, Esther Angeline. Bay View Breeze, Cary Miller. Reading, Jack Thompson. Announcements, Frank O. Montague.
Music, Piano solo by Mrs. Richard Corporon. Before dismissal, an announcement was made that the organization general editor, who has been a leader, will be led to the matrimonial altar in about ten days much to the regret of the members.
With our county agent, home demonstration agent and health nurse, we have a triumvirate that is rendering services to stockmen, farmers, school children and every man, woman and child in our county. The local organization will give another program last of May.
According to the new train schedule given to Postmaster Ben R. Mowery, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, the train will arrive at 2:50 p.m. and depart at 3 p.m. And Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays it will arrive at 12:30 p.m. and depart at 12:45 p.m. Mail leaves the postoffice thirty minutes before departure.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 4, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
One of our ladies out picking dewberries lost her brassiere. I can not imagine how this happened unless she was standing on her head. Any person finding said brassiere bring to my home and receive suitable reward.
Our folks are now singing "Train! Train! Where is the Train?" No one knows when it will arrive or depart. Postmaster has given this notice: Monday, Wednesday and Friday mail will leave the postoffice at 2:30 p. m. and arrive at postoffice at 3 p. m. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday the mail will leave the postoffice at 12:15 p. m. and arrive at 12:40 p. m. Figure it out for yourself.
...Monday night the school trustees met, received the resignation of Mrs. Helen Holsworth, nominated Gustave Franzen in her place, elected Mr. Douglas as president and Mrs. Merck as secretary. No action was taken about employing teachers. I pity the holdovers and do not congratulate or have sympathy for the newly chosen. A thankless job sure to draw criticism of the bitter sort. Life is too short, but then some folk love to have authority.
To be a first class trustee of a rural school requires that one must be either a patriot or a patriarch.
Tuesday night the board met again and Mrs. Frank King presented her resignation as a member of the board giving many reasons for the action. Many of the patrons regret this action. Mrs. King, so far as I recall has been the best trustee we have had. I do not remember any member who has enjoyed such close contact with the state board, the county board, the school finances and the school law. She has burned many gallons of gas in school work. She has worked night and day that we might have a good school and all statements to the contrary, the present position our school enjoys is largely due to the labors of this devoted woman. Her action is a distinct loss to the district. I am informed that last year's faculty was retained except Mr. and Mrs. Balusek. So far as I have observed and been informed, these two were very proficient teachers. They attended strictly to their business, rendered fine service, never inserted their noses in local school politics. This can not be said of others, much to the disgust of fair mined people, pernicious political activity of school teachers is not considered exactly ethical. Out of eight teachers, only two were interested in property holdings. None of the rest were land owners or taxpayers, indeed, some did not even pay their poll tax or auto tax in this county. Their only interest was the holding of a job. I do not question their right to apply for the position or for accepting a contract, but I do dispute the methods by which positions were obtained. There is such a thing as going just too far. The year just closed was an eight months term, but by money standard it was only a six months term, for the faculty worked the last two months on half pay and accepted warrants instead of money, therefore, it appears that had the teachers been paid in full, they would have closed the school at the end of six months. It is a sad financial condition that confronts the new board. If they are able to secure a dollars worth of value from eighty cents, we will no doubt have a nine months school the coming year. If they are successful, it will be because they are financial wizards and I will be the first to doff my chapeau.
Mr. North Cable, our very efficient janitor, was retained. Mr. Douglas was elected president and Mrs. Merck, secretary. The latter has served in that capacity before and gave splendid service. She knows her beans. When I think of what is before this board--
"I jes' want to go a visitin' And do nuthin' but listenin' Jes' lazin' by the slough Listenin' to the water flowin' through.
I jes' don't want to do nuthin' O, maybe jes' a little somethin' Like passin' round the love I hev been gittin' from above.
I don't even want to go a fishin' I'm too lazy for even thinkin' I don't care for any drinkin' I got no time to get my eatin'.
One thing I keep on knownin' I'm not too lazy to keep a lovin' A sweet face and two big blue eyes As blue as the blues' turquoise skies." --Frangments from Hack.
Thursday the Woman's Union met with Mrs. Anna D. Crane with about fifteen members present and enjoyed the usual religious program.
Friday night Reverend Haley of Bay City came down and entertained our folk with wonderful feats of magic. Since then the kiddies have been trying to extract bunnies from empty cans.
Saturday at the Franzen home with Miss Mamie as hostess, a shower was given in honor of Miss Cary Miller who will be married the following Wednesday to Mr. Douglas Whitehead. The groom is a very fine young man of splendid character and I congratulate the bride on her choice. The bride recently moved here from Arkansas with her father and mother and has been active in civic work and popular with our young people. The wedding bells will ring in Houston, but they will be heard in Collegeport. We all wish for these young people a long and happy life and a husky bunch of young "whiteheads."
Thursday, May 25, is Collegeport Day. The 25th observance of her birthday. Plans call for the usual community dinner, a short program and a baseball game and perhaps a dance in the evening. Everyone is invited to bring their sacks of food and join in making this the quarter century a day to be remembered. I give this notice early hoping that Frank O. Montague, Leola Cox Sides and Patricia Martyn will read it and arrange to be present.
May 25th is also the anniversary of another important event.
It is Ascension Day.
Our folk are delighted to know that Mrs. Gustave Franzen has returned to her home from a visit at the Bay City hospital and is making good recovery from the serious operation. We all hope for her good health.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 11, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Last week one of my charming woman friends wrote me that she would be down the following Tuesday and spend the day with us Homecrofters. The to be wonderful day arrived. I shaved, powdered, brushed by showy [snowy?] locks, donned my best Sunday raiment and all in dazzling white waited my charmer. The MW had a gorgeous banquet ready for serving. Our hearts beat fast as we waited. Did she come? She did not and so when we two feasted, I looked across the table and said "I am through with wimmen." I guess my personal charms were not sufficient.
Tuesday Mrs. Leola Sides came down and held two classes. One for the girls of the 4-H Club was held at the community house with twelve members present. In the afternoon, at the home of Mrs. Brimberry with sixteen members of the canning club present, she put up beans and peas. The steam pressure canner and sealer delivered and the excess money received from the Gulf Sulphur Company was paid over to the county council and will be used towards paying the expense of some 4-H girl to the short course at College Station. The sulphur company is very generous in making gifts to schools, clubs, and other organizations and the Collegeport women are very grateful to the company for this gift.
While strolling along Pilkington slough the other day, I found my old friend Jed Prutz sitting on the bank angling for crabs. He is a snorty old customer, always ready to blow off, so I was not surprised when he started about our school situation. I said "Jed, what difference is it to you? You never vote or take part in elections, but you are always ready to find fault." His reply was characteristic, "you bet your life I find fault when a lot of short bets let things git in sech a mess." "A mess" said I "what do you mean by a mess? We have elected a board of trustees and they have elected a faculty. No mess about that." "Say," said Jed as he gnawed off a big chunk of mule and settled it in his left cheek "have you ever heard of a feller named Mussolini?" "Well he put the raus mit em on the Eyetalian parliament and then this new comer Hitler put the Germany Reich to the jumps and this here Pilsudsky tied a red can to the Poles.
In this country they work it different. This here Roosevelt feller hasn't given congress the can yet but he hez 'em crawlin' on theys bellies and lickin' his boots. They never barks lessen Roosevelt snaps his fingers. What I'me gittin' at is why don't you fellers do the same to your trustys. They ain't none of em needed now. Can 'em and send 'em back to the cotton field. This here sort o' bizness gits me all het up." Jed turned his back on me in disgust, threw a long dark brown string of juice into the placid waters of the slough and as I watched it float away and dissolve and disintegrate, I too thought "why not."
Well the library opened Friday as usual and although school was out, thus depriving the library of its best customers, thirty-nine books were let out. O well, the lib. must expect dull days until school opens again.
Wednesday night a dance was given at the warehouse with about forty couples on the floor and many others as spectators. The Bay City Serenaders furnished the music. Neither of us Homecrofters attended. I would not allow the miserable wretch to go alone for fear some fellow would kidnap her. I could not go for my wooden leg was out of order and I had taken it off to fix a few of the gear and springs. I was therefore helpless. Well, anyway, we saw the piano on a truck as it passed our house.
On Thursday, May 25, 1933, we will hold our regular observation of the birth of the community. It will be the 25th and for that reason we plan an extra program. A community dinner will be held at about the noon hour. In the afternoon, a program under direction of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, consisting of musical numbers, recitations and short talks by some of those present who were also present on May 25, 1909. In the evening, another program arranged by the local canners club. This will be musical and recitations and the Bay City band will be present. No charge for any of the events. Just a day for getting together. Bring your basket, or bag, or sack, or truck with your food and turn it over to the ladies in charge and they will do the rest. The various women's organizations will sell ice cream and cold drinks, but there will be no 3.2.
W. S. Holman and Thomas H. Lewis spoke to the big crowd in 1909 and we hope they will be here on this date and speak again.
For a week-end guest we have had Henry Martin of Palacios. Henry is a big game hunter so I expect that all lions, tigers, elephants will be cleaned up around this section much to the delight of farmers whose crops have been ruined by these heavy animals.
Sunday came Mrs. Patricia Martyn, Jean Martin, Bill (boy friend), Judith Gaedeke and a freezer of ice cream. This latter made a warm day cool. When they departed, they took Henry along so that ended a fine week for us Homecrofters.
Since the regular train has been taken off, we have
enjoyed what is rightly called a putrid, rotten, decomposed, decayed
service. Often late it means that connections are not made at Buckeye
and hence mail for Houston, San Antonio and other points suffer delay.
Unless there is some improvement in the mail service we shall be
warranted in trying another method of transportation. Each day brings a
threat of rain, but for weeks not a drop has fallen. Crops are
suffering. Much seed in the ground has not germinated. The outlook for a
crop is far from promising. The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 18, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
Like Dryden "I was forced to make an introspection into my own mind."
There is quite a difference between introspection and retrospection. The first means "looking inward; self examination" while the second means "looking on things past." Today as I approach the twenty-fifth observance of the opening of the Collegeport townsite. I am forced to self examination as I look at the things past. On the 25th day of May, 1909 with about sixteen hundred folk present, this community was formally born and named. The Bay City Rice Growers and the El Campo band supplied the music. The galleries of the new hotel were thronged with happy people and laughing children.
Among those present was Mr. Andy Holman. I recall seeing him ascend the stairs from the hotel lobby escorting his handsome mother. Across from the hotel the "Coliseum" stood in state and from its platform Judge W. S. Holman nominated Thos. H. Lewis governor of Texas and he is turn named Judge Holman to the United States senate and then both turned loose their brilliant batteries of compliments and good wishes to the assembled "homeseekers." A big dance in the evening, plenty of things to eat, guests from all parts of the Midcoast. The waters of the bay rippled and sucked around the piling of the pleasure pier and pavilion. Buggies, wagons, chariots of all kinds, with motive power of mules and horses were parked or hitched all about. Hundreds of them and only one automobile. Everything looked jake and that night it rained. It rained ten inches before morning. Frogs came from nowhere and bellowed in the morning air. The dirt roads were impassable. The only land visible was the tops of the hog wallows. No drainage so we waited until the thirsty land drank in the surplus water. Us Homecrofters were ready to pack up our "Household Goods" and go back to dear old Chi, but things looked better by night and we stayed and stayed, and are here today, hoping for the viaduct which will allow us to live by the side of the road instead of at the end. That year we counted more than four hundred folk living on the townsite, while today using cross eyes, we can count less than one hundred.
I cannot blame some for dying, but why did so many move away discouraged and disgusted. Glorious climate, purest water, a soil described by land agents as rich as that of the Nile, a wonderful bay and what it offered, beckoning the lovers to the sea, a land of romantic history, the soil of which had been pressed by many adventures from across the sea.
And so I wonder why they left. But they did, and no matter where they are this day, some are thinking of the day and they cannot forget the bluest of skies with white clouds floating across. Forget the rolling prairie with the huisache waving in the breeze. Forget the clean air and sweet water. Forget the glorious sunsets. Forget the sound of the hammer as homes rose in the new land. Forge the new found friends. Forget the sweet smell of newly turned sod. There things they will remember and be with us in spirit the day we celebrate. What will May 25, 1958 bring to this community? Will the present day youth catch the torch that soon will be flung to them and keep up this observance?
In the Tribune last week appeared four or five poems by Cary Miller. I read them all and I liked "The Pirate's Song" best. I suppose I enjoyed it because I have always liked pirates and many is the time I wished I was a pirate sailing the Spanish Main, or any other main where I might enjoy rich plunder, cause some to walk the plank and keep a few beautiful ones to grace my cabin. The life of a pirate is a wonderful adventuresome life and wishing I might have been a pirate no wonder I enjoy "The Pirate's Song." I guess Cary would make a first class pirate.
A bunch of willing workers are busy painting the community house so it will look spick and span for Collegeport Day. It glistens in white.
Thursday the King's Daughters met at the Hurd home with Mrs. Vernon King as hostess. About twenty-five were present to enjoy the bounteous repast always served at these gatherings. Being on extra terms with one of the daughters in the person of Emily, I was given an invitation to be present. After the luncheon, the usual religious program was carried out to the enjoyment and interest of those present. The men who were painting the community house were guests and showed their appreciation of the courtesy by the way they enjoyed the banquet.
I read in the Tribune that Sunday, May 14, Miss Cary Miller was married to Mr. Douglas Whitehead. Douglas is a splendid young man and has the respect of all who have met him since the Miller family came here from their former home in Arkansas. Cary Miller has been identified with the religious and civic work of the community and is one of our popular young ladies.
I wish this young couple a happy and long married life and ask God to give them health and prosperity in such measure as He thinks they merit.
Henry Martyn came over Friday night to spend the week-end with us Homecrofters and aided me in demolishing another of those wonderful lemon pies made by my own MW.
Saturday night Chester A. Boren, manager of the Collegeport Townsite Company, came in with four men who are seeking out other lands. Hope some of them decide to stop right here, for God knows that we not only want more people, but a viaduct across the bay so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
Gerald Wells, late from Illinois, has at last found that Collegeport is a very attractive place in which to live. The other day, I placed a feather in my hat, but did not think much of that, until Rosalie and Frances asked "why the plume?" At first I looked in dismay, for I had forgotten the display, and so I said "my dears might I presume to decorate my hat without being considered at bat?" They gave assent so with that I am content. Two fine girls, one with straight hair and the other with golden curls.
Library doing slow business now that school is out. Only twenty-three books out Friday. Grown folk not so hungry for reading.
The last of August we will be allowed to vote on the repeal question. I wish it might be possible to allow every person regardless of the poll tax payment to vote on that day. In my opinion it makes small difference whether we repeal or do not, for the state is flooded with beer which is as easily obtained as Coca Cola. Prohibition has developed thousands of beer makers many of them able to produce beer of excellent quality and with an alcohol content much in excess of the favorite 3.2.
Not many days ago, a man friend showed me ale that he had made, that in color, sparkle, clearness and flavor equaled any produced by our best breweries. Beer making requires little skill, but making ale demands much care and considerable time. Believing as I do that much of our crime is the result of the prohibition act, I shall vote for repeal and when it comes to a local option vote in the county, I shall vote in favor of allowing the sale of the 3.2 per cent beer which by law is non-intoxicating, in fact, I am not in favor of saloons, but I am in favor of the sale of 3.2 along with the synthetic, poisoned drinks now on sale at every pop joint in the country.
I do not understand why a parent will allow a child to drink from a bottle stuff which is plainly labeled "imitation flavor and color," a dose of tank poison, when there is available a healthful drink that is made from purest of materials.
It appears that Texas is going to the eternal bow-wows with legal betting on hoss races, prize fights, free beer, but you know folks the budget must be balanced. It may bring in much tainted money, but it will give us more than a six months school, so what care we how it comes or from what source.
Chester Boren tells me that as soon as business shows a tendency to become normal, that active work will begin on financing the sanitarium. I hope it opens before Dr. Van Wormer has whiskers a yard long or Margaret Gilmore is using crutches.
Doctor Knight, one of the original settlers of Collegeport drove in for a short call on the old timers and as I stood on our gallery and pointed to the houses between us and the bay I said "Doctor, in all these houses you will find only three people who were here with you. All are dead or have moved away." It was good to see him after an absence of more than twenty years.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 25, 1933
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Thursday, May 25, marks the silver anniversary of the founding of Collegeport. As usual the annual picnic and basket dinner will be the chief feature of the day, followed in the afternoon by a baseball game. Collegeport will play Blessing on the Van Wormer field. Following this there will be a ball game between the Collegeport and Wadsworth woman's baseball teams. Races and other amusements will be staged on the field. The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club will have a program at the Community House at night. There will be music and other numbers from Bay city and later a dance at the warehouse. The various clubs will have charge of the concessions and the public is invited to bring their baskets and enjoy a day of Collegeport. Remember the date, Thursday, May 25. The Misses Frances and Beth Eisel have returned from a week's visit with relatives in Bay City. Mrs. H. A. Clapp was in Bay City Friday consulting with her dentist. Mr. Chester A. Boren has been a Collegeport visitor for the past few days. Dr. Knight and wife, former residents of Collegeport, were guests at the Roy Nelson home last Wednesday. George Hill and family are moving to the Carl Boeker farm east of here where he has a rice crop. Miss Ruth Boeker spent the past week in Collegeport. Mr. Boeker has been in Palacios the last week. The Collegeport ball team played Wadsworth on the Van Wormer field here Sunday. The score was 23-11 in favor of Collegeport. Mrs. B. V. Merck is visiting at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Jack Bartin in Houston. Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Legg were visitors in the Dean Merck home Sunday. Mrs. Gus Franzen is steadily improving from her recent operation. Mr. E. W. Turner was a visitor in the English and McCune home on Friday and Saturday. Mrs. McCune accompanied him back to Houston for the week-end. The Home Demonstration Club will meet at the home of Mrs. Ira Corporon Tuesday, May 23. The Community House was painted last week. Mr. and Mrs. John Merck, Mr. Herman Letdje, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Miss Ruth Boeker, Mrs. Carl Boeker and Mr. and Mrs. Everett Tyre of Bay City, enjoyed a picnic and flounder party on the bay Monday night. They reported thirty-four flounders as their catch for the evening. Mrs. Patricia Martyn spent Saturday in the H. A. Clapp Home. Miss Mamie Franzen, Miss Rosalie Nelson, Gerald Wells and C. W. Boeker, attended the Franklin Theater in Bay City Friday night.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday,
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By Harry Austin Clapp "There is no sense in going farther--it's the edge of cultivation." So they said, and I believed it--broke my land and sowed by 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. 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 the pioneers. --Kipling's Five Nations. When I think of those who came here in 1909 as pioneers I hesitate to make such a classification. According to my dictionary a pioneer is "one who goes before preparing the way for others to follow." With this definition before me it appears that the ones who went before and prepared the way were LaSalle, the early Spanish adventurers, Stephen F. Austin and his followers. We who came in 1909 suffered no hardships for the way had been prepared. We used a Pullman car instead of an ox team. We slept in good beds instead of on the ground. We had servants serve us with good food instead of eating corn pone. Not one of us suffered from the lack of food, shelter, transportation or entertainment. But I suppose after all we may consider ourselves pioneers for we most certainly prepared the way for those who came after 1909 and 1910. We built homes, plowed the land, sowed crops, built schools, churches, harvested and plowed and sowed again. Some of us stayed because we could not go back. Some, lacking the pioneer spirit, returned from whence they came and their names are forgotten. Those who stayed no doubt emulated the example of Cortez and burned their ships behind them. These had the true pioneer spirit. Everyone had made good and are enjoying the comforts which they bought at a high price. They are the ones who have builded in a new land and to give to them we give our congratulations and high respect. But after all, as I review the past and look over the names of those who came, who stayed, who went back to their northern homes, I have a feeling that in that list we do not find the real pioneers. I find their names in the list of those who have taken the only great adventure. Theo Smith, O. B. Kone, I. M. Glasser, D. E. Hurd, E. A. Holsworth, A. J. Palmer, George Black?, W. E. Elmer, Mrs. Gussie Elmer, M. A. Nelson, George Braden, S. P. Shuey, Margaret Shuey, Minnie Corse are the real pioneers for they have "gone before, preparing the way for us to follow." It was a great ______ adventure they pioneered in. No land man to show them the way. Only faith and hope like twin stars, lighted their path. Perhaps it was with hesitating and faltering steps they sought the way. They have gone on before and dare spying out the land for us who will follow. Therefore while a taking no credit from the living pioneers let us on this day give hearty praise and honor for those who have passed into the unknown land with their banner inscribed "Adventure and Romance." Some baseball scouts should watch a game played by the Palacios team. They might find Dean Merck, timber for at least a minor league and perhaps a development into the big yard. Wadsworth played Collegeport Sunday on Van Wormer Field with a score of 5-0 in favor of the visitors. Tuesday, May 23, I received from the Interstate Commerce Commission the final findings of that body in the application of the St. Louis Brownsville & Mexico Railway Company to abandon the Collegeport branch. The document contains eighteen typewritten pages and the report was proposed by J. S. Prichard, examiner. The report ends with "it is therefore recommended that the permission be granted and that an appropriate certificate should be issued." The document is in my files and may be examined by any interested person. One of the reasons for granting the permission was that there is a great probability that the state highway commission will build a viaduct across the bay bringing this territory within three miles of the Southern Pacific service. It appears that we should get busy quite soon or before, on the viaduct proposition. I read in the papers that the Southern and Northern branches of the Baptist Church meet in convention in the city of Washington. Instead of grasping hands in brotherly love they appear to be spending their time quarreling over resolutions condemning President Roosevelt and Mrs. Roosevelt for serving beer in the White House. Why can we not allow our president and his family to live in peace and eat and drink as they wish? I am in favor of organizing the Jews in a protest against the serving of ham or bacon to White House guests. "Thoughts" have not appeared in the Tribune Daily for several weeks for reasons unknown to me. But I am beginning to receive inquiries as to why. Last night came one from a daily reader, "I miss your 'Thoughts' for I appreciate them and look for your column with eagerness." I read in the papers that the Greyhound bus lines have a rate of $31.70 round trip to Chicago effective May 15 to October 31. I also notice that one railroad makes a round trip rate of $59. The latter ought to be able to haul one passenger for the same price the bus charges, but they will not do it and cry their eyes out over unfair competition. Railway coaches will trip to Chicago with room a plenty, but the Greyhound bus will be loaded. If Bachman's asked forty cents per pound for ham and another store offered it for fifteen cents which store would sell ham? You're smart to guess it the first time. I wonder when railroads will learn how to sell ham. It appears that when the grading was done for the "nine foot sidewalk" that the contractors fed Johnson grass hay to their live stock. Result, a fine stand of this grass along the right of way which is creeping onto the tillable land on each side much to the annoyance of the farmers. Wonder if it is not possible for the engineering department to spray the grass with oil or some solution and kill it out. Thursday came with a heavy rain which was badly needed by all crops. In spite of the rain more than 100 people assembled to observe Collegeport Day. Among those from other parts of the country I saw Mrs. Claire M. Pollard, county superintendent of schools, Mrs. T. C. Ford, Miss Katherine Ford, the two latter from Orange, Miss Eleanor Chapman, Mr. and Mrs. Robert M. Jeter (Merle Wainer) of Houston, Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, Mrs. Della Braden, Will Shuey. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was in charge of the program and after God's blessing had been asked by H. A. Clapp, she arranged that the pioneers or those who arrived during 1909 should be served first and seated at special tables. The long tables in front of the main room were loaded with chicken fried, chicken pressed, meats of other kinds, potatoes in cream and in salads, vegetables of several kinds, pies and cakes too numerous to mention and glory be to the gods three big tanks of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. Golden in color, all gooey with rich gravy, big gobs of tender chicken floating around, wonder I piled my plate high and for three days went around with a satisfied tummy. Coffee was grand as it always is when made by our official coffee maker the same Carrie. After the dinner Mrs. Hurd started the regular program. Vernon Hurd gave a fine description of the first farming. He was then thirteen years old but turned the first furrow and made a crop of peanuts. I can vouch for the truthfulness of his tale for I saw him plowing, sowing and reaping. H. A. Clapp discussed the pioneer men, while Mrs. Liggett told all about the pioneer women; Mrs. Claire Pollard told about her early impressions. These talks were followed and short talks by L. E. Liggett, Roy Nelson, O. Gableman, Mrs. Robert Murry, Frank King, Mrs. Anna Crane and others. Each of these talks were real gems of briefness. Ice cream and a delicious punch served by the ladies of the clubs. The punch was a delight and the bowl was presided over by she whom I thought was my friend in the person of Emily Hurd. I had left my money at home with the miserable wretch, so when I wanted a drink of that temping punch on credit, my friend coolly informed me that she was doing a cash business, so I was forced to stand around looking at the punch bowl with dribbling lips until Mrs. Martyn came and staked me to a nickel. Boy! That was the finest punch I have ever tasted which had not been spiked. Emily made it. During the program Mrs. Hurd asked all to stand with bowed heads in silent prayer, for one minute in memory of those who had passed. I feel sure that those of the pioneers who are now spying out another country, paused in their trekking and give us their blessing. It was a good day, a fine day of friendship, a day of closer association and all departed determined that so long as they live each year will witness another celebration in memory of the past. The community canning club had arranged a program for the evening, but this because of the weather was postponed as was the game of baseball on Van Wormer Field. ____ it was a pleasant day perhaps as many as three or four hundred would have been present and there was abundant food for all. Many who lived close by were forced to return to their homes because the dirt roads were impassable. Had the viaduct been open half of Palacios would have been present, among them my old friends, the Farwells and Duncan Ruthven and family. O well, God willing there will be another day on the 25th of May, 1934. It was a grand day and we went to our homes thankful that God has blessed us with homes, shelter, food, raiment and friends. What more do we wish? I missed my old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Gustave Franzen, the Walter family, the Haisley family all among the pioneers. The Daily Tribune, Thursday, May
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By Harry Austin Clapp
"There is no sense in going farther--it's the edge of cultivation." So they said, and I believed it--broke my land and sowed by 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.
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 the pioneers. --Kipling's Five Nations.
When I think of those who came here in 1909 as pioneers I hesitate to make such a classification. According to my dictionary a pioneer is "one who goes before preparing the way for others to follow." With this definition before me it appears that the ones who went before and prepared the way were LaSalle, the early Spanish adventurers, Stephen F. Austin and his followers. We who came in 1909 suffered no hardships for the way had been prepared. We used a Pullman car instead of an ox team. We slept in good beds instead of on the ground. We had servants serve us with good food instead of eating corn pone. Not one of us suffered from the lack of food, shelter, transportation or entertainment. But I suppose after all we may consider ourselves pioneers for we most certainly prepared the way for those who came after 1909 and 1910. We built homes, plowed the land, sowed crops, built schools, churches, harvested and plowed and sowed again. Some of us stayed because we could not go back. Some, lacking the pioneer spirit, returned from whence they came and their names are forgotten. Those who stayed no doubt emulated the example of Cortez and burned their ships behind them. These had the true pioneer spirit. Everyone had made good and are enjoying the comforts which they bought at a high price. They are the ones who have builded in a new land and to give to them we give our congratulations and high respect. But after all, as I review the past and look over the names of those who came, who stayed, who went back to their northern homes, I have a feeling that in that list we do not find the real pioneers. I find their names in the list of those who have taken the only great adventure. Theo Smith, O. B. Kone, I. M. Glasser, D. E. Hurd, E. A. Holsworth, A. J. Palmer, George Black, W. E. Elmer, Mrs. Gussie Elmer, M. A. Nelson, George Braden, S. P. Shuey, Margaret Shuey, Minnie Corse are the real pioneers for they have "gone before, preparing the way for us to follow." It was a great adventure they pioneered in. No land man to show them the way. Only faith and hope like twin stars, lighted their path. Perhaps it was with hesitating and faltering steps they sought the way. They have gone on before and dare spying out the land for us who will follow. Therefore while a taking no credit from the living pioneers let us on this day give hearty praise and honor for those who have passed into the unknown land with their banner inscribed "Adventure and Romance."
Some baseball scouts should watch a game played by the Palacios team. They might find Dean Merck, timber for at least a minor league and perhaps a development into the big yard. Wadsworth played Collegeport Sunday on Van Wormer Field with a score of 5-0 in favor of the visitors. Tuesday, May 23, I received from the Interstate Commerce Commission the final findings of that body in the application of the St. Louis Brownsville & Mexico Railway Company to abandon the Collegeport branch. The document contains eighteen typewritten pages and the report was proposed by J. S. Prichard, examiner. The report ends with "it is therefore recommended that the permission be granted and that an appropriate certificate should be issued." The document is in my files and may be examined by any interested person. One of the reasons for granting the permission was that there is a great probability that the state highway commission will build a viaduct across the bay bringing this territory within three miles of the Southern Pacific service. It appears that we should get busy quite soon or before, on the viaduct proposition. I read in the papers that the Southern and Northern branches of the Baptist Church meet in convention in the city of Washington. Instead of grasping hands in brotherly love they appear to be spending their time quarreling over resolutions condemning President Roosevelt and Mrs. Roosevelt for serving beer in the White House. Why can we not allow our president and his family to live in peace and eat and drink as they wish? I am in favor of organizing the Jews in a protest against the serving of ham or bacon to White House guests. "Thoughts" have not appeared in the Tribune Daily for several weeks for reasons unknown to me. But I am beginning to receive inquiries as to why. Last night came one from a daily reader, "I miss your 'Thoughts' for I appreciate them and look for your column with eagerness."
I read in the papers that the Greyhound bus lines have a rate of $31.70 round trip to Chicago effective May 15 to October 31. I also notice that one railroad makes a round trip rate of $59. The latter ought to be able to haul one passenger for the same price the bus charges, but they will not do it and cry their eyes out over unfair competition. Railway coaches will trip to Chicago with room a plenty, but the Greyhound bus will be loaded.
If Bachman's asked forty cents per pound for ham and another store offered it for fifteen cents which store would sell ham? You're smart to guess it the first time. I wonder when railroads will learn how to sell ham. It appears that when the grading was done for the "nine foot sidewalk" that the contractors fed Johnson grass hay to their live stock. Result, a fine stand of this grass along the right of way which is creeping onto the tillable land on each side much to the annoyance of the farmers. Wonder if it is not possible for the engineering department to spray the grass with oil or some solution and kill it out.
Thursday came with a heavy rain which was badly needed by all crops. In spite of the rain more than 100 people assembled to observe Collegeport Day. Among those from other parts of the country I saw Mrs. Claire M. Pollard, county superintendent of schools, Mrs. T. C. Ford, Miss Katherine Ford, the two latter from Orange, Miss Eleanor Chapman, Mr. and Mrs. Robert M. Jeter (Merle Wainer) of Houston, Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, Mrs. Della Braden, Will Shuey. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was in charge of the program and after God's blessing had been asked by H. A. Clapp, she arranged that the pioneers or those who arrived during 1909 should be served first and seated at special tables. The long tables in front of the main room were loaded with chicken fried, chicken pressed, meats of other kinds, potatoes in cream and in salads, vegetables of several kinds, pies and cakes too numerous to mention and glory be to the gods three big tanks of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. Golden in color, all gooey with rich gravy, big gobs of tender chicken floating around, wonder I piled my plate high and for three days went around with a satisfied tummy. Coffee was grand as it always is when made by our official coffee maker the same Carrie. After the dinner Mrs. Hurd started the regular program. Vernon Hurd gave a fine description of the first farming. He was then thirteen years old but turned the first furrow and made a crop of peanuts. I can vouch for the truthfulness of his tale for I saw him plowing, sowing and reaping. H. A. Clapp discussed the pioneer men, while Mrs. Liggett told all about the pioneer women; Mrs. Claire Pollard told about her early impressions. These talks were followed and short talks by L. E. Liggett, Roy Nelson, O. Gableman, Mrs. Robert Murry, Frank King, Mrs. Anna Crane and others. Each of these talks were real gems of briefness. Ice cream and a delicious punch served by the ladies of the clubs. The punch was a delight and the bowl was presided over by she whom I thought was my friend in the person of Emily Hurd. I had left my money at home with the miserable wretch, so when I wanted a drink of that temping punch on credit, my friend coolly informed me that she was doing a cash business, so I was forced to stand around looking at the punch bowl with dribbling lips until Mrs. Martyn came and staked me to a nickel. Boy! That was the finest punch I have ever tasted which had not been spiked. Emily made it. During the program Mrs. Hurd asked all to stand with bowed heads in silent prayer, for one minute in memory of those who had passed. I feel sure that those of the pioneers who are now spying out another country, paused in their trekking and give us their blessing. It was a good day, a fine day of friendship, a day of closer association and all departed determined that so long as they live each year will witness another celebration in memory of the past. The community canning club had arranged a program for the evening, but this because of the weather was postponed as was the game of baseball on Van Wormer Field. Had it been a pleasant day perhaps as many as three or four hundred would have been present and there was abundant food for all. Many who lived close by were forced to return to their homes because the dirt roads were impassable. Had the viaduct been open half of Palacios would have been present, among them my old friends, the Farwells and Duncan Ruthven and family. O well, God willing there will be another day on the 25th of May, 1934. It was a grand day and we went to our homes thankful that God has blessed us with homes, shelter, food, raiment and friends. What more do we wish? I missed my old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Gustave Franzen, the Walter family, the Haisley family all among the pioneers.
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Friday, a young matron called on us and during the conversation she said "my husband told me that if Mr. Clapp brought this fine rain, he was entitled to kiss me." "Of course," I replied "I did bring the rain and every one knows I did" so I proceeded to collect. After I had made the collection and it takes some time to extract all the honey from the comb,
"She looked at me so shy With a merry twinkle in her eye."
and asked "do you think it will rain tomorrow?" "Yes," I replied "I feel sure we will have a very good rain tomorrow." And it did not rain.
When I was a lad the razor was the special weapon of men who grew hair on their face, but since woman suffrage and women have come down from their high pedestal to the equal of men, they have assumed possession of this tool and with it shave various portions of their anatomy thinking they are making an improvement on God's work. They mail.
The other day I saw a girl with eye brows shaved or plucked until all that was left was a thin pencil line. Her face ghastly white with powder, lips an unusual red and I'll say she looked like a peeled onion. And I wonder why they do it.
The cloud effects in the northern sky Sunday night formed wonderful pictures. Among them, I saw a bust of Washington, a fine profile of Lincoln, a big dog and a small terrier, two Esquimaux dressed in white fur and one had a pack on his back. A little girl with a white fur hat pulled close on her head, a big long snake, two airplanes, one quite close the other more distant. The planes were so perfect as to almost fool the observer. I enjoy watching cloud pictures. Try it some day.
Another five inch rain and the ground is saturated. Much seed will rot in the ground. For some crops too late for replanting. Not too late for the feeding stuffs and that is something all farmers can use to advantage.
When the eighty-four individuals and business houses of Bay City paid for a Memorial Day page in Monday's Daily Tribune and by doing so subscribed to the beautiful sentiment displayed in a box at the bottom of the page, they did more than the placing of flowers on the graves of those who wore the Blue, the Grey, and the Khaki. They subscribed to the fact that today there is no North, no South, but a united country, every man proud and willing to wear the colors of his country. I honor the men who in this thoughtful and loving way remembered those who have given their lives that America might live. They are better citizens for their act. Men, I salute you!
By the way, I congratulate the Tribune on the work of the society reporter.
A bill in the legislature will require that a worked over auto battery be marked "worked over." Now if some one will put through a bill requiring bad eggs to be marked "rotten," he will be doing the people of Texas a great service. More people use eggs than autoes, so the service rendered will be greater.
Every day it seems to me a new poet blossoms and I give the last evidence of this gift of the gods. One of my very precious and charming friends is named Ruth. The other day she asked me to inscribe my name in her album which I gladly did over that splendid poem, "The Coin" from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale. In a few days I receive this:
"Life is sweet Because of the friends we meet, And the things in common we share. We want to live on Not because of ourselves, But because of our loved ones who care, 'Tis living and doing for somebody else On this all life's pleasure depends. When we sum it all up Is found in the love of a friend." --Ruth
Well, anyway, such things are perfumed flowers along life's way and the perfume is but a breeze from the sweet soul of the writer.
June 3rd is a memorable day. Two very important events came to pass on June 3rd for it is the birthday of two great characters in the persons of King George V of England and Bill Hurd of Collegeport. King George is only sixty-eight, but Bill has reached the advanced age of nine whole years and is some prince.
Us Homecrofters happened to be guests at the birthday party and it finished a delightful week. The table was a bower of beauty. From the brilliant lamp suspended over the table, big yellow streamers depended to each corner and they were glittering with silvered streamers. White linen, scintillating glass, rare china, a big white and pink birthday cake with nine candles, formed the centerpiece and a delicious punch with salads, stuffed eggs, tender delicate sandwiches and other goodies completed the ensemble. Candy and gifts galore. As I sat at the table and looked at the faces of the devoted parents, I thought "Bill you certainly area a lucky kid to have such a father and such a mother." King George is ending his race. Bill is beginning and if spared the years his great grandfather enjoyed, he is sure to participate in the building of a new world. We congratulate Bill and his parents and pray that God may grant them many happy years and that Bill may become as fine and useful man as is King George.
When I reported that Wadsworth came over here and trimmed the local baseball team to the tune of 5-0, I did an injury to our brave locals. Wronged them, offended them, aggrieved them, and I hereby apologize. They are after my scalp. I am trying to escape and so report that the local team trounced the visitors with over twenty in favor of the home team. I trust they will read this and I may go after my mail without fear of ambush.
The Woman's Union met with Mrs. John Heisey last Thursday with an attendance of fifteen. A petition asking the county court to call a special election for the purpose of allowing our people to vote on the question of changing from a rural high school district to an independent district. I am informed that about thirty names were on the petition. I signed it, but am not certain how I shall vote for must have time to study the subject. It has many advantages and may be a forward step in our desire for a better school. Anyway, I'll hold my two votes for a while.
Had a call Saturday from Mr. LeTulle, station agent at Bay City and Mr. Marshall, trainmaster of the Brownsville railroad and they assured me that changes had been made in the train schedule so that they would be no further delayed mails. Good news.
The local canning club gave their regular monthly program Thursday night with a large attendance. The evening was brightened by the presence of the Bay City Serenaders, a splendid musical organization. The musicians of Bay City have been kind to us and we appreciate their frequent visits. These programs are a delight to our folk as is evidenced by attendance and interest shown. I am informed that they will be regular events.
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Monday was enlivened by a visit from Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Davis who live near Simpsonville. They were accompanied by Miss Annie Ross of Agua Dulce, Texas. Miss Ross is a graduate of the Kingsville College, has taught primary grades for three years and is an applicant for a position in Bay View High.
We have some fine girls in this burg. They come from the nobody knows, they grow like young plants and then they flower into delicate, perfumed blossoms, gorgeous flowers of young womanhood. Frances King is one of these. I saw her yesterday and was amazed. She is bright, intelligent, ambitious, sweet, gentle and has grown into a flower we all may be proud of.
Monday the miserable wretch accompanied the King family to Bay City and on her return she was able not only to neck me, but to bite me.
Well, anyway, a few tubs of three point one and I care not how hard she bites.
The other day I bought a can of salmon with net weight one pound and paid the sum of twelve cents. The can was enameled outside and in, a beautiful can and covered with an attractive label in nine colors. The package must have cost two cents. The retailer made a profit of two cents, which leaves eight cents for production and distribution. For that sum the fish was caught, cleaned, packed, processed and delivered from Alaska to Collegeport. How can it be done is the first question that came to me. Only one answer and that is volume. Fish caught in the bay right at my door sell for twelve to fifteen cents per pound, head, tail, guts and I have to dress them.
The King's Daughters met Thursday night with an attendance of forty-five at the home of Mrs. A. E. McCune. It was held in the evening so it might be a moonlight party. No miracle was performed in feeding this gathering and after it was over, twelve baskets were not filled with the fragments for it only required half that number. No daughter thought of me so I stayed at home, with floats on my feet, a corn jimmy in my mouth filled with R. J. R., a book The Faith of Our Fathers by James Cardinal Gibbons, Archbishop of Baltimore, in my hand and under the bright light, I read this wonderful tale and so to bed and fine dreams.
Among our callers Thursday were Mamie Franzen who thinks strongly of living in Illinois and Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Whitehead, who wanted to borrow the shot gun and go a squirreling.
Mrs. Oscar Vernon Chapin and her mother, Mrs. Luce of San Antonio, were here Wednesday visiting old friends. Mrs. Chapin at one time was Collegeport's Guinea Queen, but is no longer a queen for she is manager of a chain store in the Bexar capitol.
Much to our regret, the Guy Hutchinson family will leave for Corpus Christi next week to make that their home. We have known Guy for many years and have great respect for his family.
Saturday I walked down Central Street and looked over the sanitarium site and looking clearly it appeared that some dirt had been moved and my heart leaped in anticipation of seeing a great building filled with health seekers. I gazed across 4200 feet of water and wished the county court would issue a proclamation advising me that the viaduct was open.
Tomorrow, being Sunday, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, would walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
The library was visited by many folk Friday and a large number of books put out.
Mr. Duffy having leased the LeTulle pasture south of town is now moving cattle in.
L. E. Liggett brought in a car of cattle Friday. If business continues to pick up like this the Mopac will soon be out of the bankrupt court.
Saturday night another drizzling rain came to us and it will be of great benefit to those farmers who have just planted the second time.
Miss Ellen Travis, daughter of Rev. M. A. Travis, is here for a short visit with the Carrick family. Mrs. Merle Groves, her son, Frank Simpson Groves and her mother, Mrs. Joe O'Leary arrived Friday for a week's visit with the Burton D. Hurd family. They are enroute to Kansas City their home port. Wish they could stay here all summer so Frank and I could hunt elephants, lions, tigers, and bandits. Gertrude Hunt is home from Houston. She has been employed in Houston for the past year and is now taking a well earned vacation.
Lera is expected home in a few days.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 15, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Saw Pat Jenkins in the post office and asked "how does your cotton look?" He replied "looks pretty and coming fine." Now when that boy says cotton looks pretty, one knows it is making a very satisfactory growth for Pat was raised on a farm with a first class cotton farmer for a father and he knows cotton.
Most of our cotton is late this year, later than I have seen it for twenty-five years, but boy, most of it looks pretty.
W. H. Gussie has about sixty acres of late cotton and although he lost his first plantings, the second is up and looks pretty. Would not be surprised if he took off a bale to the acre. A man must just love cotton to be a successful grower of that staple. Gussie loves his cotton. The late cotton will make in plenty of time for picking and I predict a good crop.
More rain Sunday and Monday and light showers Tuesday and not needed for we have a splendid season in the ground. Rice looks fine and feed crops are luxuriant. Looks as though the goose hangs high for those who live in the Magic Bottle.
Some weeks ago a petition was signed by about thirty-five voters asking the county court to call a special election so that the people of school district No. 26 might vote on a proposition to have an independent district. Now comes another petition asking those who signed the first one to request that the court ignore their signatures on the first petition. I think the people should always have the right to vote on any question whether it be prohibition or school problems. This is their right. The opponents claim that those who started the first petition had an ulterior motive. Maybe they did, but why not be charitable and give them credit for having an ambition to improve school conditions and provide our children with better opportunities. I am broad minded enough to realize that there are two view points to every question. One should try to understand the psychology of the other person, but I confess that I am unable to understand the psychology of vacillation that urges some folk to repudiate their signatures. Baptist today--Methodist tomorrow. Republican this election--Democrat the next. Such persons are never dependable.
The Woman's Club held its usual monthly meeting in the community house. The only officer present was the secretary and four members. Routine business being dispatched, a program of unusual merit was given by Mrs. Richard Corporon, the subject being "Better Homes and Gardens,"
Mrs. L. E. Liggett, who has been in Dallas for two weeks at the bedside of her mother, is expected to return this week.
The Burton D. Hurds have returned from a two week's trip to Graham County, Ariz.
Mr. Douglas, president of the board of school trustees, called on me Friday and informs me that all the teachers have been selected and in his opinion a good faculty has been provided.
Sam Franz, our local tonsorial artist is still keeping open shop and doing excellent work as I can testify.
June 16 is the date of two very important events in the world's history for on that day were born Gustaf V of Sweden and Harry Austin Clapp of Michigan. Gustaf was born in 1858 while the other was born in 1862. The remarkable thing about these births is that each had a mother. I presume Gustaf had a father. I know I had a good father. So it came about that Friday, June 16, 1933 that I reached my 71st day [year?]. Many friends brought me remembrances, most of them from the field, orchard and vine. I had roastin' ears, cucumbers, tomatoes, parsley, new spuds, eggs, sausage, cheese, butter, three quart jars of preserves, six bags of R. J. R., candy, peanuts, a swell birthday letter from my Mary Louise and a very welcome telegrams from my Toddie Boy. Along about five p. m., I heard what sounded like Christmas carols. As the singers came nearer, I soon found that they were singing birthday carols. The singers were Vernon, Emily and Bill Hurd, Mrs. Merle Groves and Frank Groves and the song was "Happy Birthday to You! Happy birthday to you!"
They brought a big box of fruits and vegetables and a peg puzzle. Among my gifts was a two-pound box of Kraft-Phoenix Old English Cheese from Miss Imogene Powell, Chicago. For many years, I have taken pride in making "Welsh Rarebits" and considered myself quite a "rabbit" hound, but his Old English Cheese is the one ingredient I have always desired but never knew where it might be obtained this side of Old England. Soon as I opened the box, I knew that at last I had the desideratum and proceeded to make a rarebit the like of which never graced our oaken board. As usual, I opened a bottle of beer and let it growl until it was a very dead old soldier and then I weighed grain by grain each ingredient with meticulous care. Adding the cheese, it melted down into a flow of gold, full of good humor, genial, soft as the kiss of an angel, yet as passionate as a Sybarite. It was creamy beyond imagination. It gave the master touch to a priceless creation. As served, we experienced a new deliciousness of flavor, exquisitely different. Old English cheese has the quality of sharpness, tamed to a new zest. This cheese was made in Denison, Texas by the Kraft-Phoenix Corporation. It was my first experience with cheese made in Texas and it will not be my last for I shall in the future use Old English cheese in my "rarebits," excuse me I mean "rabbits."
Well, anyway, while it may be time to cheese it about birthdays, I am unable to close without informing my readers that we had a swell day and hope we may enjoy another next year.
I read in the papers that the state highway commission has been asked to designate a road through Collegeport to Palacios Bayou and Palacios Point to connect with the Intracoastal Canal. This will be a splendid improvement but it looks to us fellows living at the end of the road that now is the time to ask designation of the Hug the Coast across the bay from Palacios to Matagorda, Gulf, Freeport and Galveston. We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, need this viaduct so we may walk to service at St. John's Chapel in Palacios. Those who should be interested appear lukewarm, those who should be active in pushing this project seem to be chilly and stoical. Wonder why. Sixteen hundred folk living in the Magic Bottle are about to lose rail transportation. They are tired and disgusted with life at the end of the road and crave a through route. Now is the time to ask for designation. Never again will so much money be available.
Friday night a party of seventeen, including Mr. and Mrs. Carl Boeker, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Mr. and Mrs. Jno. Merck took passage on a fair built ship to Pass Cavallo to stay until Sunday night. As we had a good breeze Saturday, I fear that some of them will need a sniff of anti sea sick. I hope they have a big catch of fish and bring one to us Homecrofters. If they fail me, I shall not write a word about the trip next week.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 22, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Franzen drove down from Houston to spend the week-end with the Franzen family. Glad to report that Gustave Franzen was able to attend services Sunday. Wonder how Gustave Junior knew that June 16th was my birthday. He brought me a bundle of delicious roastin' ears that day.
Monday I received a belated birthday gift from a sugar girl, a princess of the Illini tribe. It was in the form of a jig saw puzzle, which solved, developed into a beautiful birthday card. When I read the instructions with the jig saw and learn that a boy of six should solve it in thirty minutes. I find that it, as a rule, requires about three hours of my time. Considering that the left half of my brain is like a dish of jello on a hot day and the other half quite mushy, and that I have a wooden leg, looks as though I am quite smart after all.
Tuesday, the day was enlivened, vivified, gladdened by a visit from our old friend and neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Charles Heck. Mr. Heck for years ran the engine on the Portsmouth Limited and made his home here. He was one of the school trustees for several terms. His family was raised here and his daughter with Mary Louise, Helen Duckworth and Lois Coffin, form a quartette hard to equal. Mr. Heck is now on the night passenger run from Houston to Kingsville.
The St. Louis Brownsville & Mexico Railroad Company has asked permission from the state railroad commission to modify the service on the Collegeport branch from one train each day to one train each week and otherwise not to be required to come here on extra runs unless ten cars of freight are offered. The case is known as R. R. Docket No. 3174 and has been set for hearing on June 25, 1933 at Austin. The request is in accordance with senate bill No. 312 passed by the last legislature, which allowed relief to branch lines, by modification of service.
I read the bill recently passed by our national congress which provides an enormous grant of money to the states for construction purposes. In that portion devoted to an explanation of highway work it frequently made reference to "free flow of traffic." Now that sounds mighty good, but how in the world can traffic flow freely, when it reaches the end of the road?
The other day two autoes, with perhaps ten people drove blithely down the "nine foot sidewalk" expecting to cross the bay to Palacios and on down the coast. When they saw that the viaduct was not open to traffic, I am informing you that although there was no free flow of traffic, there was a very free flow of execration, denunciation, anathema which was visibly and audibly increased when they were informed that to reach the other side, just over there a few hundred feet, it would be necessary to drive 32.6 miles. Slimy snails how I blushed as I listened. Now with the viaduct open, all this suffering and kussing will be saved and we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
I am informed that those who oppose the formation of an independent school district are telling our folk that if we vote an independent district we will lose all state aid. The following letter from A. A. Bullock, chief supervisor, rural schools dated Austin, Texas, June 19 appears to refute such statements:
"If a common school district changes its status and becomes an independent district, the change will not effect in any way the right of the school to receive a consolidation or bonus or any other form of rural aid.
It is entirely up to the board of trustees of the independent district, as to whether or not the tax rate or the valuation of the property in the district be raised or lowered. The board of trustees of an independent district should, after the tax rate has been set, appoint a board of eqaulization consisting of three persons to adjust and equalize tax values in the district. An independent district has no effect directly or indirectly upon another independent district as far as the legal status of the district is concerned. Another district desiring to consolidate with an independent district may do so as provided by law.
This letter is addressed to Mrs. Frank King and she will gladly allow it to be read by any interested person.
Monday, Mrs. Joe O'Leary, her daughter, Mrs. Merle Groves and grandson, Frank Simpson Groves, left for their home in Kansas City after a ten day's visit with the Burton D. Hurd family. They were accompanied as far as Topeka by Mrs. Vernon King Hurd II from which point they went on to Denver, where they will visit with their family folk for the summer months. Practically every one in this community will miss the charming young matron for she has endeared herself to us all by her sweet and wholesome ways and her eagerness to assist in all civic work. Us Homecrofters will miss her frequent visits with us and we regretting her absence, look forward to her return.
Frances King is in San Marcos attending the summer course and in the fall will enter the regular college course. She is a good student and will be a credit to our community. Abel King will go to Markham High to finish his pre courses.
Clarence Vaughan, who is associated with W. H. Gussie in the operation of a tract of land on the northeast corner of the townsite is so kind to his mules that he has provided a trailer in which they ride to work and back to barn for feeding. Mr. Vaughan is a man with plenty of dinero to handle a considerable acreage and with that this is a first class farmer. The townsite company is fortunate to have such a man working its land.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, June 29, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
When the late congress finished its business, kicked the cat and dog into the street, locked the door and threw the key away, it left behind a president with the privilege of distributing among the states for the purpose of rehabilitation a sum of money said to be in the neighborhood of three billion dollars. This appears to be a stupendous sum and it is in the aggregate but in the last analysis it is only twenty-four dollars per capita. Of this large sum about twenty-five millions will be given to Texas highway commission for its use. To most of us this represents a quite comfortable fortune and yet it is only about five dollars per capita which is quite an insignificant sum. This money according to the bill is to be used for widening narrow pavements like for instance our "nine foot sidewalk," eliminating railroad grade crossings, building bridges and viaducts (like the one to be built between Palacios and Collegeport), building new pavements parallel to branch railroad lines which have been abandoned under authority given by the Interstate Commerce Commission. (The Collegeport-Buckeye branch.)
When the Hug-the-Coast Highway Association met at Freeport late October, it adopted as the route a highway from 58 at Palacios across the bay to Collegeport and then to Matagorda, Gulf, Freeport and Galveston. In November, a large delegation went to Austin and appearing before the state highway commission, asked for designation. The commission delayed this action and ordered a preliminary survey and estimate of costs. If this has been done I know it not. Until recently the matter has been buried in a condition of innocuous desuetude. Lately the breath of life appears to have been breathed into the project and I am informed that the prospects for early action are very bright. This is most heartening news to us who live at the end of the road so cheer up brothers and such sisters as are interested. Now is the time to go before the highway commission, show them plainly that the situation that confronts about sixteen hundred folk and urge quick action. All we need is "Just One Penny Mister." Just one penny from each dollar in that twenty-five million. It is a small sum, but this penny will be ample to make connection with 58 at Palacios, across the bay and connect up with our beloved "nine foot sidewalk" and put us on a through route. There is no time or place for bitterness, passion or hate. With these our community life will surely stagnate. We must have civic consciousness, co-operation, co-ordination, cohesion, if we intend to blaze the way to better conditions and a finer life. While we may enjoy a certain sentimentality, we must realize that to put this much wanted facility through we must look at it as a serious business deal. It was no accident that located Collegeport on the east side of the bay, in close proximity to that sister city by the sea. The man who stuck the stake visioned the present situation and the spirit of progress which we must develop as the underlying factor in fruition of our hopes. In our grandfathers' time people were taught that isolation was a much desired situation, but changing conditions leaves us in a position where we cannot be satisfied to live longer at the end of the road, denied the pleasure and profit that comes from through traffic. We cannot afford to waste much time on sentimentality. If we do, the sheriff will get us sooner or later. To succeed in our ambitions, to have an uninterrupted flow of traffic between this place and Palacios points south and north, we must be up and on our toes employing every human agency within our grasp. If we do not go forward now, we must go backward, for there is no such thing as standing still. These are significant facts which we should realize. In the past we have missed many opportunities of gold, by sitting idly by and thinking that all will come to those who wait. Shall we continue to live in the clouds of theory and starve, or being practical and grasping the opportunity which an indulgent government has placed before us for our use and wax fat?
Things appear to be breaking in a favorable way, so that in the near future, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel. And so I say again to the state highway commission "Please Mister Just a Penny."
When Mrs. Frank King was in Austin a few days ago she called on the state superintendent of education for some information about the status of an independent school district and he referred her to Mr. A. A. Bulock, chief supervisor of rural schools and to him she propounded the following questions:
Question: If a common school district changes to an independent district and the common school district has a bonus coming to it, will the independent district receive the bonus? Answer: Yes.
Question: Will said independent district receive the same rural aid that the common school district would have received? Answer: Yes.
Question: Does the officer appointed by the trustees to assess and collect axes necessarily have to increase or is the fixing of the tax rate left in the hands of the trustees? Answer: "In the hands of trustees."
Question: If the district becomes independent, does it have any effect on any other district in the county? Answer: No.
Question: Could another district join with said independent? Answer: Yes.
Question: Will you kind enough to tell me how to change from a
common school district to an independent district through the county
judge?
I am giving this out so that our people may have some information about this proposition of changing our district from a common school to an independent.
Under our constitution, the people at all times have an inherent right by vote or by voice to make changes in their form of government. Doing this is never what is called a revolution, but the right to revolution is at all times the right of the people. This right has been tested out in our courts many times and each time the right of the people to make changes has been upheld. That sacred document, the national constitution has been changed many times and at this writing is being changed again. Under these decisions when the majority of the people in a common school district decide that they desire to exist under the rules and government of an independent district, they only exercise their inherent right, when they ask the county court to arrange for them to vote on the question. I am not at this time ready to state that in my opinion this is a wise move. I shall have to study the question before I decide how I shall cast my two votes. But I am firm in the belief that the people themselves have a right to vote on the question and to that end I shall give my support. Whether it is amendments, prohibition, local option, consolidation of school district or what not, the people only exercise their inherent right when they demand the privilege of voting. Let us therefore have no more smoke screen, less unreliable statement. Vote instead of fight and stand by the results. I feel sure that we all desire the finest school that it is possible to have. If an independent district will give it, let us have it at once that the coming year may enable our school to make greater progress.
From Moline, Ill., comes this "I read the Bay City Tribune and of course the first thing I did was to hunt for your column, Mr. Clapp and read it. The celebration must have been fun. And so Collegeport is 25 years old! I wonder what changes will be made in the next 25 years? I hope some of the many dreams you people have for the growth of your city materialize."
For the benefit of the out of the county readers who are interested in oil development, I will state that the derrick being erected stands one hundred thirty-two feet from the ground to top and is built to handle a string of tools eight thousand feet long. The first drilling will be a twenty-two inch hole which will prove that a great pool exists close to Collegeport.
The library let out fifteen books on Friday and will close during the month of August for the purpose of and a general house cleaning.
Mr. E. L. Hall, who is now running from Houston to Kingsville on numbers making new arrangements for filing eleven and twelve motored down on Sunday to see his old friends in his home town. This visit simply put the bloom on the week ending July 2 for we had not seen him since he gave up the Portsmouth limited. He reports that business is picking up rapidly on the Brownsville railroad. For fifteen years he has been a daily visitor at Homecroft and we miss his cheery smile and pleasant ways. A good friend, time tried and fire tested. We have no better.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 6, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about bonds and loaning money.]
The other day I called at one of our local stores and asked the proprietor to lend me fifty dollars. With a surprised look he said, "Why should I lend you fifty dollars?" Astonished at his lack of business sagacity, I replied: "I wish to borrow fifty dollars so that I may buy groceries from your store." He almost fainted, but I told him that is the way our federal government sells goods. It lends Russia five million U. S. dollars, so that Russia may buy our cotton and it lets China have fifty million dollars to enable it to buy our wheat. Looks to me as though what is a good business deal for Uncle Sam is also a good deal for my local grocer. I am sorry to state that Carl Boeker, Vern Batchelder, Mary Ellen and Hugo Kundinger are a bunch of nit wits when they turn down such a splendid chance to sell their goods. Their refusal made me provoked and I'll not repeat the offer.
Saw one of our town girls the other day wearing pajamas, the legs of which were so wide that she took three steps before her body moved.
The soul of Gerald Wells is filled with disgust, dislike abhorrence. He tells me that this is the deadest burg he ever saw and that there never is anything doing. He hones for excitement. I suggested attending the various club affairs, community meets and as he wore a cowboy hat, I advised that he procure a pair of spurs and attend the rodeo at Palacios and bulldog a wild steer or ride a bucking bronc. None of these exciting things appeared to satisfy his craving. I then suggested the library for he met his best girl at the library. At, not in. If all these exciting and satisfying things have no appeal, why not a trip down the bay and hook onto a three hundred pound jew fish or a one hundred pound tarpoon or go out to Frank King's and tackle a twelve foot alligator, a wild hog or a lobo, failing in these, why not take a trip on our train from Collegeport to Buckeye. If this program fails to interest, then the only thing is back to Beardstown, Ill., where something is doing all the time.
The starting of the oil well southeast of town has brought about thirty people here who require houses. In two weeks, another derrick will be set up and this will double the present crew and additional quarters must be provided. Non-resident house owners should arrange for the occupancy of their houses by these thrifty folk who are able and willing to pay a fair price for service.
There is also presented the opportunity for lot owners to build small but comfortable houses as they will rent easily. The oil development will no doubt keep the present force here for one year and the probability is that a big field is to be opened southeast of Collegeport. The men and their families who are here now, are a splendid class and our people are anxious that they shall be provided with comfortable living quarters. Some of the rent houses now occupied by non-payers should be vacated and repaired for the use of these paying tenants. The wise property owner will act on this suggestion.
Mrs. Carl Boeker, secretary for the local canning club, reports that this community has this season put up the equal of four thousand one quart cans of meats, vegetables, fruits, lard, soap and other products. She states that this is more than has been put up by any club in Matagorda County. This reflects credit to Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, our county demonstration agent, for she started the work and has taught our people how to process their products.
During the gulf storm which struck the Mexican coast this week, we experienced a stiff breeze from the southeast which turned to northeast in the afternoon. A tide of about three feet covered bay shore roads. The local barometer, which usually stands at 29.98 feet dropped to 29.96. During the Freeport storm last year it dropped to 29.56. The rain was needed and with present ground season, it appears that our crop will go ahead and make.
The Woman's Union met with Mrs. Richard Corporon this week with an attendance of twenty-two which was good for a hot day. Percy Corporon brought me a big watermelon, a cantaloupe and two yellow pumpkins. (I mean punkins.) The punkins were globular, spherical and plump and in this respect resembled Percy, but did not weigh quite as much. Well, "here's to you, Percy, when we serve punkin pie." These hot days appear to take the tuck or something like that out of a feller.
"I'm jes tired of thinkin' My heart seems to be a sinkin' I don't want to work a-tall.
Jes lay on my back an' listenin' Lookin' at the clouds an' whistlin' That ain't no work a-tall.
I want to sleep by the slough Listen to the tide rush through I jes don't wont to work a-tall.
Jes a shirt, pants, one suspender In the river on a swimmin' bender That won't be work a-tall.
Others may worry and hustle And with life's problems tussle I'm not friendly with work a-tall.
If I could have my wish I'd catch a great big fish Without workin' a-tall.
I want to see and kiss my gal My wonderful sweetheart pal Kissin' ain't not work a-tall.
--Fragments From Hack.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 13, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp [Local information taken from longer article about the Century of Progress International Exposition which was the 1933 World's Fair celebrating Chicago's Centennial.]
I am informed that a petition is being circulated asking the county court to call an election to enable the people to vote on the question of local option for Matagorda County. This is very right and proper, for if three-point-two is to be sold, it should be handled in a legitimate manner. When this wholesome, non intoxicating in fact beverage is legal in this county, it should decrease home brewing business and I for one trust that our officers will raid every house in which it is made. Everyone knows that a bottle of home brew can be made at a cost of one and a half cents and for that reason the new legal beverage must be sold at a fair price, else home brewing will continue.
I am informed that the drillers at the oil well southeast of town are now down about two thousand feet and have had no trouble from any cause. It is a fine piece of work so far and today everything is real jake, just like beer and skittles or something like that.
The Woman's Club met Thursday with a fair attendance. The program was "Good Citizenship: with Mrs. Anna D. Crane as leader. It appeared to dissolve into a debate on the prohibition question and that no one could be a good citizen if they were in favor of repeal. One member, bolder than the others, testified that she enjoyed a cold bottle of beer. This of course horrified some of those present. In my opinion, a person may enjoy a glass of three-point-two and still be a first class citizen in spite of arguments to the contrary.
At the quest of Miss Beryl Bell, the sum of seven dollars was voted for the purpose of takin ght reeserves to Portsmouth for the weekend. Twelve members will go down to the city of Mayor O'Neal Friday afternoon and stay until Sunday evening. Miss Rosalie Nelson sponsored or suggested this week-end for said she, "If we cannot send a representative to the camp near Housotn, it would be fine to use our available cash to send the entire membership for a 'week-end outing.'" It was an unselfish gesture from a girl who might have been chosen for the Houston trip. I hope they have some of them Famous carrie Nelson Noodles.
Homecroft ws made merry, gladsome, frolicsome, hilarious, Wednesday by a very welcome visit from teh George Harrisons. We had a very happy afternoon closed with a trip down the bay shore towards Portsmouth.
Last week this column reported that the local canning club put up four thousand one-quart cans, but I find that this was up to June 1. At the picnic held Friday in the park just west of the Colorado River, the local reported stated that the Collegeport Canning Club had to date put up 500 [5000?] quart cans of al products. In as much as the reports showed that the entire county had canned about 28,000 quart cans, the work of the local club is quite comfortable, outstanding, splendid, magnificent or something like that.
About twelve from this place attended the picnic and report an enjoyable time. They were very much delighted with the talk given by Roy Miller, director of public relations of the Texas Gulf Sulphur Company. About one hundred and fifty wer present and report a happy day. The picnic was organized and directed by Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, county home demonstration agent.
Saturday night, MRs. Burton D. Hurd arranged for a dance, jig saw evening, for the delight of the young folk. The attendance was light, although admission was the nominal sum of two bits. The atmosphere was too beautiful, the hostess too graceful and generous to attract our dance lovers. They'd rather dance on rough two-inch planks. They crave liberty; they get it. Plenty of delicious chicken sandwiches were served, drinks of lemonade, coca-cola, soda pop and coffee were served and those who attended report a most delightful evening. Had this geture been approved by our young folk, it is possible that each Saturday night other similar affairs would have been arranged.
Our community is busy with petitions for this and that. A petition for a special election for an independent school district. One for a local option election. Now one calling on the county court to raise the valuation of the Gulf Sulphur Company. We have a total valuation of about twenty-five millions of which the sulphur company provide sixteen millions. Thus they pay more than half the taxes of the county and they pay while many of those who sign the petition are delinquent, many own no property and never pay a tax, others do not even have the right to vote because they are too indifferent to pay the poll tax. Yet they beg the county court to increase this valuation. In 1932, the sulphur company paid on the dot, more than three hundred and sixty thousand dollars. If others would pay in the same ratio, and as promptly, county finances would be on silk plush.
The sulphur company has always been very generous. Its pocketbook has been opened more than frequently in aid of schools, churches, 4-H Clubs, farm demonstration work, public enterprises of every kind. Of course, it is able to do these things, but how many corporations are willing? Not many. The sulphur company should pay its just proportion of taxes, but not a penny more. Valuing several millions of tons under ground at eight dollars is not just. Sulphur, like gold, silver, copper, underground has only an intangible value. No man knows when minerals pinch out. Mineral gains value when as and if, it is on the surface and visible and tangible. Then it attains real value. I was engaged in mining for many years and I know from bitter experience how uncertain, unreal, unsubstantial, are mineral bodies underground. In my opinion, instead of each year hectoring the sulphur company, we should give it encouragement. Because the men back of the organization, had brains, nerve experience, they have made something from nothing. They have added to the wealth of the county. For centuries the vast deposits of this mineral lay undisturbed. Countless men rode over it. Many realized that under the ground slept wealth, but none had the nerve to undertake the work of exploration. These men had and ever since they have been exploring, developing, producing, they have been hounded by certain elements, who too selfish to invest their money in such an enterprise, are willing to snap at its heel and obtrude and interfere with progress. I admire big business and men with vision, provided they are willing to be a part of the community, pay their portion of expenses. The sulphur company has shown its willingness many times. It would be a sad thing for our county finances if at one swoop some great disturbance of nature, should wipe from the face of this county the sulphur company and all of its values. I had no chance to sign the petition for those passing it around knew what I thought and where I stand.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 20, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article in which Mr. Clapp traces the newspaper process from the tree grown in the Canadian woods to the printing press. The following section begins with a listing of advertisers.]
The banks publish statement; the Franklin tells about "The Key Hole," A. H. Wadsworth offers insurance, Anderson-Rugeley sells cars, J. C. Penney clears every thing out for new stocks. Reach for a Lucky, six for sixty cents at Parks, dresses for seventy-nine cents at Hurley's, Sanitary Dairy has healthy milk, Scott Drug Co. advises us to go "Crazy,” get a Helmecke if you are a fishin' and the classified column. Ever read it? Full of pathos, humor and romance. Child's pet missing, ten cents reward, five furnished rooms for refined couple without children or dogs, refined discreet young lady wishes employment as executive assistant, lady of culture and refinement wishes position as housekeeper for lonely man, no objection to children. Lots of fun reading the "ads."
The voice announces birth, life, sorrow, joy, death. Of all the articles manufactured by man, I think of nothing so human. Human because through it speaks the voice of God. From the time He spoke through the bubbling brook, the flowers, the song birds, the trees the voice was silent, but now in the printed sheet God comes to His own.
Plowing his cotton field last week, W. H. Gussie turned up a beautiful Indian arrowhead. It is about three inches long and a fine specimen. From the beauty of its lines, one feels sure it is the handiwork of a master craftsman. What a story it could tell.
Sunday, Clarence Vaughan brought us a watermelon that must have weighed close to forty pounds. This rind, bright red flesh and as sweet as an angel's breast. It did not last long for the miserable wretch is one watermelon hound.
Opponents of the proposition to organize an independent school district are circulating the propaganda that valuations will be raised and this will increase taxes. Good argument if true, but I find this in Section 141 (2793) of the Texas school laws: "When a majority of the board of trustees of an independent district prefer to have the taxes of their district assessed and collected by the county tax assessor and collector, or collected only by the county tax collector, same shall be assessed and collected by said county officers and turned over to the treasurer of the independent school district for which such taxes have been collected. The property of such districts having their taxes assessed and collected by the county assessor and collector shall not be assessed for county and state purposes." This appears to do away with bugaboo number one.
A thread from a strainer cloth hanging on the back gallery to dry, blown by the wind fastened to a gallery support forming a triangle. A spider seeing this took advantage of the situation and using the thread as a base soon filled the triangular space with a dainty lace handkerchief. The world moves fast.
Read this from Popular Science Monthly, April, 1929: "Sh--They're Filming "Talkies."
Tuesday the miserable wretch complained that one of the molars in lower jaw ached so she took advantage of the presence of Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, and went to Bay City where Dr. Sholars after a long examination gave the figures furnished The Facts by Ray-tooth treatment and thinks he can save it. Invited to take lunch with Mrs. Pollard, she found a regular parple. The luncheon was prepared and served by Miss Katherine Pollard and when the MW told me about that mashed potato and gravy and delicate baby lima beans cooked with bits of bacon, oh, boy I went out on the back gallery and bit myself. Had I accepted the invitation to go along on the trip, I would have been at this elegant luncheon. Katherine Pollard can not only raise fair funds, but she can also raise bisquits. I don't intend to lose out next trip.
Thursday we had the delight of entertaining at luncheon. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, and Dr. M. T. Roland, sanitary engineer for the Texas health department, Dr. Roland will spend a few weeks in our county in the interest of three school projects, viz: sanitary drinking founts, sanitary toilets and sanitary facilities for washing hands and faces. Very happy _____ and ready for a repeat.
Monday the 24th, marks the 39th time, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, have celebrated our wedding anniversary. You men who have served a similar sentence will agree with me that thirty-nine years is one h-o-a-l-t to look into one face. She has, but I confess that on several occasions my gaze has wandered over the fence, but always by devious, wandering, meandering eyes have returned to look once more into the only eyes. We have had much from life. It has been good to us and to day I can truthfully say that the flower I picked so long ago, is in full bloom and its perfume fills my heart with delight. Married life is a grand game if you pick the right one.
"When I see a flower Blooming on the hour, I think of her.
When I see the star light Piercing the dark of night I think of her.
When I see the rosy morn And the sun as yet unborn I think of her.
When I see a bird that sings Sweet notes that thrill and rings I think of her." --Fragments From Hack.
The Girl Reserves with their leader Miss Beryl Bell gave a dance, bridge and domino party Tuesday night. The affair was given in the rice warehouse and was well attended and reports are that the girls had an enjoyable time.
Clarence Vaughan brought another of those forty pound watermelons the other day and I said "I sure would enjoy putting one on Doctor Van Wormer's table." Come again Clarence for ye scribe dotes on watermelons.
The King's Daughters met Thursday at the home of Mrs. Roy Nelson. I was not invited. I don't see what is the matter with the daughters. For the sake of publicity they should invite the press. I don't even know if they served the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. I was told they had a good attendance and plenty to eat.
The hike of the Girl Reserves to the beach at Portsmouth last Saturday appears to have been a secret expedition, for little information has been released for the press. I did learn that when the leader waded into the bay, the tide rose three feet; that Frances wore a bath tog cut V in front and C behind; that Elizabeth wading in the tide returned yelling for help because a crab bit her doggie; that Rosalie being more refined, cultured and retiring, took a book of poems and a bunch of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and sought seclusion in the shade of a cactus tree, but only for a moment and now stands while she eats. This is about all I know except they were afraid of snakes and staid awake all night.
This week I will attend the short course at the Texas A & M College. "Thoughts" have been received such world wide acclaim that they just could not have a finished program unless I was present and unburdened myself of a string of "Thoughts." Pretty wise, that fellow who made the program. Shows he knows and appreciates excellent stuff.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 27, 1933 |
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The Texas Writers Conference was called to order this morning with over sixty writers from all parts of Texas. Papers large and papers small were there to take their parts in a movement which is to have great influence in and among the rural population of the state. Mrs. Nell Bentley also stopped the show with her number “How Would Public Education be affected by reducing the number of grammar grades and shortening high school to three years?” After her address had been delivered round table discussion followed which almost became a riot so diversified were the different opinions. H. A. Clapp of Collegeport smoothed the troubled water with “Thoughts About a Voice.” After adjournment the writers were invited to meet with the Lions Club in Bryan. Monday night the campus was filled to overflow with eager men and women, and kiddies having the happy time of their lives. About 8 p. m. they assembled in the big auditorium and were entertained with pictures and an address by President Roosevelt which through the use of amplifiers was heard to all parts of the campus. Talking to O. B. Martin, extension director, he said that when the cotton plan first came up he was doubtful but that the more it was studied the more clear he saw the wisdom. He thinks that the big thing of greatest value is not the cutting down of the cotton acreage but the final development of a moment by which the farm will become more nearly a self supporting unit.
Matagorda County Tribune, August 1933? |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
A most happy and pleasant visit with Dr. T. O. Walton, president of Texas A. & M. College this morning. I knew him when he was a county agent and have watched with interest his advancement to district agent, assistant state agent, state agent, assistant director of extension, director of extension work and to president of this, the nation's greatest A. & M. College. I knew him when he could boast of no degrees and I know him now, when he is showered with degree honors. He has been a guest in my home and perhaps because of that, I have been so interested in his career. One of the finest men I have ever known; one of the most successful in his chosen work; one of the most affable and approachable; one of the sort men learn to love. The T. O. Walton of this day is the result of intense study and application and adoration to his life work. When I was with the extension service, he was my chief and the days I served under his direction were the happiest days I have lived in Texas.
Tuesday night Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Connor gave a lawn reception at their home on the campus. A. B. Connor is director of the experimental stations. I knew him when he was not and I know him now, when he is. When he was a student, he was called "Bugg Connor" because he was so interested in the life and habits of bugs. His success and advancement simply tells us that becoming intimate with bugs and sticking to the bug's house, brings a man to success. It was a brilliant affair Tuesday night and the lawn was filled with the beauty of Texas. Chivalry was also present in considerable numbers. As I passed down the reception line, I was gratified to see how many who used to know me when, still remembered me. As I advanced down the line I noticed that the men began to have "fisheyes" and I knew that I was mixing with scientific bugs and at last I met a man with supreme fish eyes which told me I was in the presence of the high bug man. He backed up as though he thought I planned to hold him up. Hunting bugs makes a fellow sort o' suspicious. Those who have not become intimate with this great college have no idea of its extensive influence. For example, here this week, we find three thousand farm folk intent on acquiring information they may take home to be used for their own families and those of their neighbors. It is safe to estimate that this influence, received here this week, will effect the lives of the one hundred thousand farm people. The writers' conference today was strictly a woman's day as shown by the program.
"Reaching the Farm Women by Demonstrations," Bess Edwards, extension service. "Reaching the Farm Home by the Press," Minnie Cunningham, extension service. "Knowledge is Not So Mysterious After All," Ethel J. Roe, state department of agriculture. "Heart Throbs," Ethel O. Hill, president Jefferson County Federation of Women's Clubs.
My good pals, Cora B. Moore and Claire F. Pollard were present to swell Matagorda County exhibit. It is a grand sight to see the girls with their dresses of many colors in line to march to the mess hall. This is one session they are all interested in, for the college feeds abundantly and deliciously and no visitor cares to miss the dinner bell.
The pages of the Tribune expanded to an eight page paper and would not be sufficient to record the story of this short course.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 3, 1933 |
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WASHINGTON, Aug. 2 – The Interstate Commerce Commission Wednesday authorized the St. Louis, Brownsville & Mexico Railway to abandon seventeen miles of line between Buckeye and Collegeport. “There can be no doubt,” the commission said, “that continued operation of the branch would impose an undue burden on the applicant and on interstate commerce.” The evidence showed the line had been operating from 1927 to 1931 under an average deficit of $34,411 annually.
Dallas Morning
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article with more about the Short Course held at Texas A. & M. College.]
This community sent a delegate in the person of Mrs. Hunt. It cost about eight dollars worth of information to give to our people, it will be just too bad for her and next year we will send someone who can bring home something of value. In my opinion, she returns so heavily loaded with new ideas that she will find it difficult where to begin unloading. It was a very wonderful week and we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, after receiving splendid hospitality from the Jackson's, the Persons, the Wilcox's attending delightful receptions, brilliant banquets, were glad to be home again and hit the husks by 7:30 p.m.
Mr. Rege Creede, Mrs. Oscar J. Wilcox and Miss Lois Wilcox of Bryan were midweek guests of the Homecrofters Miss Lois is a teacher of history in the Bryan High School. At the writers and county superintendents' banquet I was the guest of Mrs. Claire Pollard a delight I did not anticipate, but my hostess found first class seats with splendid service and where we could easily hear the speakers. The miserable wretch ran away with a handsome man and I saw her no more. At the banquet we were surprised and delighted to find Frances Mayfield, one time our county health nurse. She was there as a delegate from the state health department to attend a section devoted to health work.
Saturday night Major Vernon King Hurd, Sr., received wire orders to report at Camp Bullis for a two week's training course. Camp Bullis will have at least one upstanding, intelligent, studious officer, during the encampment.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 10, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The Matagorda County Christian Endeavor Society met here Monday night with an attendance inside of one hundred seventy-five and twenty-five more parking and necking on the outside. In my opinion, there are few Christians. Many are endeavoring to be Christians, but few attain the Christ reflection, therefore the society is rightfully named Christian Endeavorers. I was not present, but I know the refreshments were delicate and delicious, for I was present when Rosalie Nelson, the local president ordered the material. No one as delicate and delicious as Rosalie could fail to provide something delicious.
My lost friend, Mrs. Evaline Marshall, the county president was not present. I guess she has become discouraged trying to Christianize me and for that reason stayed at home. Don't give up Evaline, for I am like you, trying to be a Christian. A splendid program was given and the evening was very enjoyable. I am informed that the attendance was the largest ever held in this county. It is a splendid organization and doing a wonderful work among our young people.
This week I received the final decision of the Interstate Commerce Commission on docket 9615 being the request of the St. Louis Brownsville and Mexico Railroad Company for permission to abandon the Buckeye-Collegeport branch. The railroad in this case was represented by Herbert Fitzpatrick, Frank Andrews, Robert H. Kelley and Harry R. Jones and the protestant by A. Harris, H. A. Clapp, Eugene J. Wilson, W. E. Davant and A. R. Stout. The final order was signed by Commissioners Meyer, Brainard and Mahaffie. The testimony was submitted June 9, 1933 and decided July 27, 1933, and is effective thirty days after that date. Tariffs may be canceled upon notice to the commission and the public by giving ten days notice. It is signed by the commission, Division 4, George S. McGunty, secretary. This action spells finis for our railroad and it is at liberty to abandon service and tear up the tracks at will. It already has authority from the Texas Railroad Commission to substitute a once a week service in place of the present daily service. We will soon be living at the end of a "nine foot sidewalk" and it is strictly up to us whether continue to do so or by becoming active in the construction of the viaduct, begin to live on a through route and with splendid rail and postal service via the Southern Pacific. Up to this day the Collegeport Industrial League has been handling this matter with little aid and it will welcome assistance from any of our people who are interested in discontinuing a situation which causes unhappiness, inconvenience and irritation. The irritant may be removed if proper efforts are used and with its removal will come happiness and convenience.
"All things come to him who waits. But here's a rule that's slicker; The main who goes for what he wants Gets it all the quicker."
A lady in the Boeker store the other day asked for an article and Carl Boeker informed her that it was not in stock, so she asked "do you suppose that other old codger in the other store has it?" Therefore Carl Boeker and Vern Batchelder are two old codgers.
The good ship "State Ship" tugged at her moorings as if anxious to cope with the raging seas. At last cast off, she drifted with the tide and was under way. All seemed fair and a good passage promised when suddenly the cry of fire was heard and the mate shouted "the ship is on fire. All overboard." Among the passengers were two ladies, two boys and a guinea pig from this place. The pig was placed in a coffee pot and with the pot in one hand and a child in the other one woman jumped into the raging sea. When she came to an upstanding position, she found that with effort she could keep her nose above water for she was built like a delicious dumpling. The other woman was built on taller lines, something like a noodle, so she grabbed a suit case and the other child and found that she could keep her head out of water. While the crew were busy putting out the fire, the two women waded ashore and thus saved not only their own lives, but the lives to two children and a guinea pig. Not every fire at sea concludes so well.
Friday came Mary Louise after an absence of eight months. Sunday she left for the return trip. A vacation of forty-eight hours. Every hour was filled with joyousness and ecstasy, but altogether too short.
Friday we were entertained by the George Harrisons and Sunday by the Mrs. Patricia Martyn family. Mary Louise feels quite peppy because her employer, Major Phelps, is now Colonel Phelps. Perhaps this promotion is a result of the NRA codes which places Mary Louise on a thirty-five hour week and boosts the boss into command of a regiment. Our daughter has departed and us Homecrofters now begin marking the calendar until Christmas tide. Well, anyway, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, had a delightful week-end even if we could not walk over the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 17, 1933 |
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Miss Bell our sponsor came down from Wadsworth on Saturday on the following Tuesday we had a picnic lunch and in the afternoon we had our Girl Reserve meeting. In our meeting we decided that while no one was sent to Casa del Mar we would take the seven dollars and all the Girl Reserves go to Oyster Lake and spend the week-end. We also decided to give a bridge and forty-two party at the warehouse for the purpose of building up our fund for the winter activities. Our meeting adjourned and we went home very enthusiastic over our future week. On Friday afternoon eight Girl Reserves and Miss Bell met at the Farmer's Storage with their packs on their backs ready to be off for Oyster Lake. At 3:30 we left on Adams truck. Noel being the driver. We reached Oyster Lake very much jolted. We stayed from Friday until Sunday noon. When we returned on trucks brought down by some young people the evening before. Every girl reported a splendid time even though we did have such visitors as mosquitoes, sandcrabs, oystershells and stinging nettles. We also had our bridge and forty-two party on which we cleared six dollars and fifty cents. We thought this very good for the time. Thus our Girl Reserve week ended. Which each and every girl regretted was over.--Rosalie Nelson
Matagorda County Tribune, August 17, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about a mass meeting in Palacios in the interest of the Causeway-Intracoastal Canal-Seawall.]
About three weeks ago Collegeport was honored by the coming of a new citizen in the person of Mr. Dean Franzen Merck. I have not had the pleasure of meeting him, but hope so for am anxious to hear from his first impressions of one of the Twin Cities By the Sea. His coming was no unusual event, for his grandparents on the Merck side, but to those on the Franzen side was. Dean is the first one to place Gustave and Ellen Franzen in the glorious lodge of grandparents. Had Dean informed me when he would arrive, I should have stayed at home to give him welcome. His mother is Dorothy Franzen, a Collegeport product, and a former teacher in our school. His father grew up in this community and well known as a splendid young man. I trust that he will like life here so well that he will induce brothers and sisters to come also. I congratulate Aunt Mamie as well as the uncles and the entire family on this new arrival.
Wednesday night, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, were working on a jig saw puzzle and about ready to dump into the husks, when the lights of an auto flashed into the room and soon we found that we were to have a party with Mrs. Patricia Martyn, Dr. and Mrs. B. F. Orme and Dr. Leonard Male. Dr. Orme is in charge of malaria control work and Dr. Male is a sanitary engineer both with the Texas health department. We had a very happy time because they brought the liver. The party broke up about 12 a.m. and now we are ready for another.
The Collegeport delegation to the Causeway-Seawall-Canal meeting at Palacios last Friday consisted of Gustave, Ellen and Emma Franzen, Seth W. Corse, W. H. Boeker, Harry Austin and Louise Clapp. That is all, but I am proud that we could produce that many Collegeports. Guess the balance are in the satisfied list.
It is with a sad heart that I announce the passing of the Eisel family from Collegeport to Houston. It is a splendid family and I shall miss them for we had many a happy hour. I shall miss the two fine girls with their bright happy faces and sparkling talk-talk. I shall miss my red head, especially on dark nights. I shall miss the olive flower day by day and hope she keeps her promise of a letter each week. I ask God to be with them, guard them from evil, keep them sweet, clean, wholesome and enable them to be of service to others. Harry Eisel, Sr. has accepted a fine position with one of Houston's best firms.
After the Causeway-Seawall-Canal meeting was over I was with a dozen others a guest of the Palacios Chamber of Commerce at a delightful luncheon. Over the fish, chicken, salads, coffee, the discussions at the meeting crystallized into a practical plan to carry on the work before the highway commission, the Texas legislature and the federal government. I came home that night elated, peppy, encouraged and by it I am enabled to go ahead with some plans to further our interests.
One of the bright spots of the day was the privilege of meeting Roy Miller's son, a tall, bright-eyed, alert young man with his Masters Degree from the Texas U. and now with the Texas Weekly. No wonder Mr. and Mrs. Miller are proud of their son. O, well there are three more.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 24, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article about schools and colleges.]
Saturday an election of much importance was held
in Texas. It was non political and non religious, but the result was
so far reaching that it effects the lives, pocketbooks and thought
of every man, woman and child in the state. The local election
passed off smoothly, there being no riots, no angry words, no
condemnation of the election board. Without these excitements, it
was a dull day for the board. One woman, as she prepared to vote
looked up and said, "I am a mother and I am not in favor of the use
of liquor. I wish to protect and guard my children from its evil. It
may seem strange to you, that feeling as I do, that I vote for
repeal for the sale of 3.2 per cent beer in Texas and in Matagorda
County, but I have studied the matter carefully and I believe I am
voting not for liquor, but for temperance." This is the vote on the
Collegeport box: County Home Rule amendment 29 for, 4 against. State Issue of Bonds 31 for, 6 against. Homestead amendment 33 for, 3 against. Repeal Eighteen Amendment 31 for 6 against.
I am greatly surprised at the vote in this box, for Collegeport has always been dryer than a squeezed dish rag hanging in the sun. The only explanation is that people are simply satiated with the results of "the noble experiment" and are willing to try anything. They wish to eat and drink as they please, in a legal way and without molestation or fear of becoming criminals. In this community, it is just a revolution. The only thing I fear is that the pyramid of taxes placed upon the manufacture, distribution and sale of this legal beer, will be so heavy that it will become impossible to price it to the consumer low enough so he will feel able to use it. Every time a man blows the foam from a stein, he pays heavily. Few men will pay twenty-five cents for a bottle of beer, when he can make it for one and a half cents. Thus home brew will prosper. This appears to me to be only one of the problems that will have to be solved. If this beer is non intoxicating in fact, as congress has declared, why tax it out of use.
The King's Daughters served a lunch and bake sale and cleaned up a nice little sum to add to their exchequer.
This box as a rule has about 70 poll tax payers, but his year it had only 26 which accounted for the small vote. I do not know of a dealer in this burg, who can afford to pay the fees required for the sale of three-point-two, hence we must redouble our efforts to build the viaduct, so that we may walk over it to our Twin Sister City By the Sea and thus be enabled to bury our faces in the foamy suds.
We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may also walk to service at St. John's Chapel.
The Collegeport Woman's Club certainly are entitled to have the one eyed cable in their club room for at their last meeting they adopted the following resolutions:
Whereas, Franklin D. Roosevelt, president of the United States has placed before our people a plan intended to relieve certain distressing conditions under which our people have struggled for the past three years and whereas the president asks the support of every individual living in these United States now therefore be it resolved by the Collegeport Woman's Club in regular monthly meeting assembled that we will as individuals and as a civic body pledge to the president our support in his efforts to ameliorate, improve and better present conditions and we further resolve that we will support the NRA movement in its every phase and urge our merchants to adopt the proposed code and that we will so conduct our business affairs that we may be worthy of displaying the consumers emblem in our homes. Resolved that a copy of these resolutions be sent to Mr. Hugh S. Johnson, administrator of the president's plan and that a copy be made a part of the minutes of our meeting held in Collegeport, Aug. 10, 1933.
The above resolutions were adopted by unanimous vote at the regular monthly meeting held August 10, 1933.--Mrs. L. E. Liggett, secretary; Attest: Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp, secretary.
It has been a tough week, but next will be turrible for I must go to Bay City and sitting in Doc Sholars chair, employ patience while he inserts a pair of ice tongs and hauls out a tooth which has given me service for nearly seventy years. The worst part of the deal is that Doc will also extract one dollar from my meager and diminishing roll. Ho mum. And a bottle of rum, but 'tis a cruel and heartless world. If I survive will write another screech next week. Most readers will hope I die in the hot chair up in Doc's northeast room. Maybe it would be best after all. If the worst comes, hope some of you folks will kindly look after the miserable wretch.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, August 31, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
When I first thought of the way, I wondered what a way was and why it was. Investigating, I find that a way is "that by, upon or along which one passes or progresses, a road, street, track or path of any kind." That is all there is to a way. But I find that there are several kinds of way. We have the railway, waterway, airway, highway, walk-a-way, causeway, the "nine foot sidewalk" and "I am the way." The last is of greatest importance for it is the way of truth and life and without truth and life, we cannot hope for construction, occupation and use of any of the other ways.
"I am the way" being first, I place waterway second in importance to the people of Matagorda County. It brings to our door the cheapest form of transportation known to man. Freight once placed on water moves easily and cheaply from consigner to consignee. I am informed that on water, freight is carried at one mill per ton mile, while on rails it costs eleven mills per ton mile. Roy Miller has practically given his life to the work of giving the people of the Gulf Coast an inland waterway that means the saving of millions to our people and increased valuations all along its line. I believe Roy Miller knows more about inland water transportation than any living man and when he tells me what the Intracoastal Canal means to this county and to the Twin-Cities-by-the-Sea, I believe. It will pass about 7 1/2 miles south of Collegeport very close to the O'Neal Hotel at Portsmouth and that means easy handling of the cotton crop, as well as other commodities.
We will lose our railroad, but we shall gain a canal over which we may travel from Collegeport to Bubbly Creek, Chicago. When we ship the first bale, let us not forget the man who has stuck all these years and give tribute to Ray Miller.
Next of importance to those who live in the Magic Bottle is the proposed viaduct or causeway connecting Collegeport with Palacios. It is simply unbelievable that the Texas highway commission will refuse to listen to our supplications and refuse designation especially that port connecting our "nine foot sidewalk" with 58 at Palacios. It should also go on east through the oil field and connect with 60 at Matagorda. We would then indeed be sitting quite pretty. It would mean the final construction of the true Hug-the-Coast to Freeport and Galveston. We cannot, we must not, be content to sit here at the end of the road idly waiting for something to turn up. Things just don't turn up these days. They must be turned up and over and we here in Collegeport and our good friends across the bay have the power to make the turn. I am not at this time much interested in the airway. That will come in good time, but I am interested in water, highway and walk-a-way.
Walk-a-way means that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch may walk to service at St. John's Chapel in Palacios. Give us the causeway and we get the walk-a-way.
Effective in a few days, our daily train, and God forgive the railroad company for calling it a train, will be only [a] once a week train. The railroad is cutting our leg off by inches. I wish they would slash it off at the hip for we could begin walking on one leg. Service is putrid. Mail is unreliable. Everyone is disgusted.
Give us the causeway soon and with it Southern Pacific service just three miles away. With all our plans for construction of this necessity, that will lift sixteen hundred people out of despond, dismay, financial handicap, irritation, let us remember that unless we recognize "I am the way" our efforts will be fruitless. God works in a mysterious way. His wonders to perform He is working for us and with us if we only believe.
I advise the Tribune readers to secure a copy of Liberty for August 26 and read an article entitled "Why I Can Be Happy," by Mary Pickford. What she writes some may call psychology, others might think it a new philosophy, but to me and to Mary it is religion. Out of the crucible in which her troubles and unhappiness and sorrows have bubbled and boiled for years, emerges Mary Pickford a great and wonderful character. She is a woman who has found God. As I read it, I say "Mary you are in truth a good woman."
Ever since the Eighteenth amendment has been fettered about the ankles of our people, Carey Smith has put up a fight for repeal and it is natural that he should feel some elation as he reads the results of last Saturday's vote. Some might call the result a revolution. I call it an evolution. Like yeast in a mass of dough, it has been working in the minds of people until they have risen in their might and thrown off the shackles that bound them. Many attempts have been made to govern and curb the passions and appetites of man, but all have failed. They always will fail for man is not friendly to any attempt by others to dictate what they may eat or drink. I am pleased with the result, but because beer has returned, but because sanity has returned. We face a new era and I pray God that this new experiment may not fail. Carey was so pleased that he took the Collegeport delegation consisting of Mesdames Kundinger, Clapp and Boeker, Miss Vera Williams and the writer of Thoughts to a luncheon. It was such an enjoyable occasion that I hope we have another election next week and vote on repeal of the state prohibition amendment. When we do, this nasty mess will be cleaned up.
Taking advantage of the fact that four million men were in the army and using force on members of the congress and legislatures, the Eighteenth amendment was made a part of our law. A minority forced a majority to eat and rink as provided by statute. "Oh judgment! Thou hast fled to brutish beasts and men have lost their reason" said Marc Anthony and so said, our folk when they aroused from sleep. And now that the majority has spoken, we must be alert and keep the brewing, distribution and sale of beer in the calcium light of publicity else state repeal will fail. We have still in Texas an algebraic unknown X.
The Carl Boeker family moved into the house just vacated by the Eisel family. We shall miss the light in the store which smiled a friendly greeting each night.
Miss Frances King is preparing to return to San Marcos where she will be a student at the college the coming year.
Ruth Boeker is having a swell vacation, but soon as school opens, will hike back to the selling of bacon, spuds, cereals, et cetera at the Boeker store in Palacios.
The meeting of the County Federation of Women's Clubs scheduled to meet Saturday, Sept. 1, has been postponed until September 16.
We have enjoyed enough rain these past few weeks to satisfy us for the next six months. It has been no benefit to rice farmers and has delayed cotton picking, but has been grand for feedstuffs. Shows there is good in everything if we only know it.
Oscar Odd McIntyre in his column states that few writers live in the city where their copy is published and gives many examples. It is most certainly true, for I live in Collegeport and my stuff is printed in Bay City and I seldom visit the office except to draw my salary. Isn't it remarkable how us writers hide out?
The Eisel family are now located in Nacogdoches and as they simply are unable to live without "Thoughts," the Tribune follows them. Frances and Elizabeth are having a royal time with kinfolk in Marshall.
I read in the papers that up to July 1, four and one-half billions of eight-ounce glasses of beer have been consumed by us Americans. And at that I have not had mine yet.
As I write this comes the news that we of Matagorda County are to lose E. N. Gustafson. It is not only with regret, but with sorrow that I record these words. He has been an efficient servant and he has been our substantial friend. I hope he is taking a leave of absence and that he will return.
Friday morning, Raymond Hunt starts hitch-hiking or thumb his way to College Station where he hopes to pass the examination and enter the A. & M. If any readers of this column are going to Houston or beyond and desire to do a good turn to an ambitious young man, they might leave word with Carey Smith at the Tribune office stating where Raymond may make contact. A good turn works both ways. It benefits the turner and the turnee.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 7, 1933
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Dear Beacon Friends: Another year has rolled around. Another visit to Palacios and Collegeport. Another era of progress with evidences of it on every hand. When one lives in the same place year after year he sees progress with difficulty. But when one only sees it once in a while it is very obvious. Of course we saw many old friends. There is not space to enter all their names. One of the most interesting sights is the new enterprise the Allen’s of Allen’s Boat Service have inaugurated. Mrs. Allen is making some of the neatest little souvenirs out of shells you ever saw. And as is customary in Palacios the retail outlets in Palacios are cooperating to sell the products of local manufacture. It would pay you to stop in at Muriel’s Shop on the square in Palacios or at Allen’s shop which he has set up down at the boat basin and see the little novelties. One is as perfect a replica of the beautiful pink crane (or what ever it is) that you ever saw. That bird is typical of Gulf watering places and so makes an ideal souvenir. Many of the people of Collegeport are canning their surplus meat and vegetables. Out at Mr. Lewis Water’s home there is a corner of shelves about seven feet high and four feet wide absolutely as full as a grocery store shelf with the most delicious chicken, turkey, beef, soups and vegetables. That sort of thing makes a farmer in Texas independent of the world. And Mr. Walter is that. Why when the butcher wanted to buy a cow for less than it cost to raise it he was turned down—imagine a man turning down a chance to get cash for anything these days. Why should Mr. Walter sell—when he can can half of his fat cow for his own use and trade the other half to a neighbor for pork? And every now and then Mrs. Walter sells some canned goods and she always gets top price because she makes the best of canned goods. It’s better to sell canned cow at 20 cents a pound than to sell her on the hoof at 4 cents—eh? And it’s better to sell a canned hen for say 60 cents than a live one for 10 to 25 cents isn’t it? And you don’t have to feed a canned chicken, it don’t spoil and so you can keep her until somebody wants her or you need her to eat yourself. There was a nice crowd of old friends out to church at Collegeport Sunday morning and we enjoyed seeing so many—particularly Mrs. Braden who came so far to see us. We hear that Hubert Travis, a Collegeport young man, who is preaching there this summer, is a favorite. That speaks well for him. A prophet is not usually so well received in his own country. It also speaks well for the country. Mr. and Mrs. Mason S. Holsworth had their fine young son christened while we were at Collegeport and we had a nice visit with Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck’s new boy. He was such a very little fellow, but is one of the few babies I have ever seen who is really pretty though little. Jack Holsworth has a million dollar boy and girl and the boy is a wow! Mrs. E. A. Holsworth has been a bit under the weather lately. Too much World’s Fair, too much work about house perhaps but we understand by late reports that she is much better. The Eisels have moved to Houston. Collegeport will miss a very fine family and two very attractive young women from the younger set. Matagorda Bay fish are still safe at least for another year—we caught one croacker! But we had better luck in Galveston Bay. We are most grateful for our friends in Collegeport and Palacios and it was great to ride every where on concrete roads. With heartiest good wishes, H. Paul Janes
Palacios Beacon, September 7, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of the gulf surf breaking on the beach disturbed our slumbers Sunday night. Monday, a high wind from the northeast with scurrying clouds obstructed the sky and an extra high tide indicated strong disturbance somewhere sea-wards. It is stated that North Cable left his happy bay side home and slumbered fitfully on the floor of the schoolhouse. Oh, la la!
John Merck loaded up his goods and departed for Austin. The Fulcher family loaded a truck and lit for the backwoods while the Savage family went to Waco. The balance being too simple, stayed at home and waited for the storm that did not come. I am informed that all business places at Palacios boarded up the fronts and many folks left for distant parts. Some rain fell at evening time and about midnight the wind slackened and Tuesday morn broke with all quiet on Pilkington Slough. Barometer at three p.m. stood 29.88 and falling.
If what they served me was three-point-two, I wish they would move the decimal point one space to the right.
Well, school opens Monday and teachers are assembling. The Curtis family will occupy the Mrs. Burgy house and others will room and board at various places. We hope to have a nine months school, but there exists some doubt. The state board has fixed the per capita payment at $16 which is fine, but it will be up to the legislature to find the money and at this writing they have not found it. Maybe this is where beer will come in handy. Isn't it awful to think of educating our children on beer money? Many shrink from the idea of using what they call tainted money. As for me, I think it grand to use tainted coin for a good purpose. As a matter of fact, every dollar that passes through our hands bears a taint. It has passed through the hands of evil men and worse than evil women. It has been used on gambling tables and in crap games. It has been used in speakeasies and on rum boats, but in our hypocrisy, we grab it and hug it to our hearts caring little about its past history. It is the same money that pays the preacher, the school teacher, the home and foreign missionary, that buys food and clothes for the distressed and by the gods, it is good money no matter where it has been used or how. We all love it.
A representative of the state board of education was here Thursday, investigating charges that have been filed against a member of the school faculty. He spent two hours when he could easily have used two days in order that he might be fair to both sides. He had a list of citizens to interview, many of them having no children in school, never had and never will for some of them have reached the pussy willow stage of life. I mean they are what might be called flossy. School opens Monday with three trucks instead of two. This shows how we grow. I trust that the school board will be able to find the funds with which to operate a nine months school for unless they do, we will slip back and next year we will need only one truck. Affiliated almost at one time in our grasp, now outside wandering about some place, we know not where. Several pupils who were in the eleventh grade have gone to other schools in the county in order that they may receive proper credits.
The San Marcos News informs us that many folk were there last week as refugees from the storm, among them being the Frank King family and Mrs. George Harrison with three children. All of those who left this part of the midcoast did so because of the distorted, unreliable, erroneous, untrue and inaccurate information sent out by the Houston weather bureau. The weatherman knew that with a barometer as high as 29.85, that there was no danger of storm in this part of the coast. Here in Collegeport we have available a first class barometer at the Mowery home and at no time did it go below 29.88. During the Freeport storm last year, it went to 29.65 and even then we had nothing to alarm any one. Plenty of times during the winter, northers blow with higher velocity. People become frightened and terrified and lose their good judgment.
Every little while the miserable wretch gives
evidence that her brain is still working. Feebly, of course, but
still turning over. For instance, Sunday after a long silence she
said:
The Eisel family are now located in a five room apartment in a beautiful old Colonial house in Nacogdoches. Frances plans to enter the local college while Elizabeth will join the senior class of the high school. Mr. Eisel, I am informed, has made a fine contract with one of the city's reliable firms.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 14, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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Movie pictures? Yes, and talking pictures as well. That is what we have on our private screen every day. Any one may have them who wills. They are beautiful. Just as beautiful as one is able to vision. Our screen is the screen in the front door and is about four and a half feet by three and a half. Sitting in my easy chair, puffing away on my stinking old corn cob pipe filled with R. J. R., I view pictures which are not found on any screen operated by a regular theater. Way in the background I see bunches of fleecy, cotton like clouds, lazily floating in the autumn sky. They are white, tinged on the edges with a dark shade and at times electrical discharges light them up in pearly shades. Before me, stretching to the horizon, miles of green in different shades, from the grasses and huisache trees and this is enriched by the yellows and pinks of the flowers which carpet the prairie. Great patches of snow on the mountain, wave their beautiful white flowers in the breeze. All is in motion. Tree branches, tall blood weeds, slender stalks bearing beautiful bloom, wave and sway in the winds. A half mile distant, on the nine foot sidewalk, autos pass and repass, looking like toys as they frisk along, each one apparently in a hurry to arrive, but arriving, few know what to do except to turn around at the end of the road and go back from whence they came. Reminds me of what Columbus reported on return from his first exploration trip. It is reported that he said: "I started, not knowing where I was going. When I arrived, I knew not where I was. On my return, I know not where I had been."
A dog chasing a jack rabbit furnished real motion. The jack jumps the bar pit easily, but the dog drops into the water, which splashed into the air, the drops glistening in the sunlight. Needless to say, Mr. Jack makes his get away much to the delight of the audience. A cow strolls into view with her calf following. As the cow grazes, the calf nuzzles the mother's flanks seeking the automat lunch. Three planes pass in review and one appears to dip as if in salute. The roar of the propellers plainly audible and perfectly synchronized with the action. No man made sound pictures could be as perfect on recording action and sound. A horse moves into view dragging his rope and stake and then comes a boy, making us laugh, as we watch the antics of the horse as the boy attempts to catch him. Two Negroes come down the road, making a close up, and singing a Negro melody. Six turkeys stalk majestically into view and plainly the gobble, gobble, gobble is heard.
Several buzzards float in ever widening circles, alert for a glimpse of carrion. As we watch their graceful movements, we feel no wonder that man observed them in planning the first man flight. An auto whizzes past our house and two hens with widespread wings and voices squawking in fear, just escape with their feathers intact.
In the foreground of the picture, we see two snow on the mountain plants growing close and as they sway in the breeze, they seem to be dancing and at times they embrace only to break away and resume the dance steps. The school trucks drive across the screen and we hear the shouts and laughter of the kiddies. Presently the bell rings and we see the children line up in formation for passing into the schoolhouse.
A dozen quail fly into the foreground and begin feeding, but the pup, Castor, resents the intrusion and chases them out. They fly away with the familiar whirring sound of their wings. Douglas Whitehead approaches and almost touches the screen and we hear him ask. "Do you wish oysters today?"
And thus the picture fades away for the day. It is, indeed, wonderful that such pictures are ours. A change of the position of our chair and new views are presented. I close my eyes, the smoke from the pipe drifts idly in the air and I wonder if I shall have equal pleasure, when I view the pictures at the "Century of Progress."
Thursday, the Woman's Club met in regular monthly session, enjoyed a splendid program in charge of Miss Bell, collected some needed dues, voted to sponsor a reception to the new school faculty and instructed Mrs. Rena Wright as delegate and Mrs. Anna Crane as alternate to the federation meeting at Midfield to make the usual report of the club activities.
Thursday night a reception was held in the community house honoring the new faculty, which is composed of Messrs. White and Curtis and Misses Bell, Walter, Chapman, Harris and Williams.
Arthur Liggett and C. W. Boeker, who entered the Palacios High School in order that they might enjoy credits, report an interesting first week.
Carl Boeker, who has been ill two weeks, with what the doctor says is typhus fever, is some better and it is hoped that in a few days the fever will be broken.
Mr. and Mrs. Audry Numm and Harold Andres of Houston are guests with the W. H. Gussie family. I am informed that an application has been made for a license so that three-point-two may be sold in this burg. I hope the license will be granted and that the authorities will close down on the home brew industry. It is not fair to require one man to pay a license and allow another to not only make, but sell. Brewers appreciate the value of advertising as is shown by the Houston, San Antonio papers and by the space used in the Bay City Tribune. They know that the way to secure business is to tell the public in an attractive manner the value and quality of the goods they offer. Beer is coming into Texas in train and shiploads, in quantity sufficient to float any ship and it is being rapidly absorbed by a thirsty people. There will be no saloons, in fact, one brewery urges its distributors never to use the word saloon. Beer is going to be as common as the sweetened pop that has been deluging the interior works of our youth for many years. No stigma attached to the manufacture, distribution, sale or consumption of this healthful beverage.
Miss Margaret Holsworth, a teacher in the primary class loaned to the Chicago public schools by this community and who has been spending the summer vacation at her bay side home, returned to Chicago Saturday. She was accompanied as far as Houston by her mother, Mrs. Helen Holsworth and brother, Mason Standish Holsworth. We hope Margaret will enjoy the receipt of a salary voucher every month the coming school year. It would be a grand thing if she could be induced to ask for a year's furlough and take the superintendent of our local school. Margaret is one of our girls of whom we all have reason to be proud.
Messrs. Miller and Whitehead are preparing to supply our people with fish and oysters this season. Oysters are now coming in and are good for the first offerings, but a spell of cold weather will fatten them up and enhance their delectable flavor. At thirty cents the quart, oysters offer an attractive dish at reasonable figures.
The doggone outfit called a train came in on time yesterday for a wonder, but when pulling out with two cars of rice, one of them went off the track and twenty-four hours later is still in the ditch. The engine and crew went back to the main line, but missing number twelve. All mail is late for outside points. We have no guarantee that any will be delivered on time and we shall welcome any change in mail service that promises improvement.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 21, 1933
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Our school opened Monday, Sept. 11 with an enrollment of 106 pupils. These students come to us from Simpsonville, Ashby, Citrus Grove, Prairie Center, DeMoss and Culver. We welcome these students who are transported to our school by four bus routes. The Culver folks are brought to the highway by Mr. Caldwell. It is there that they meet the Simpsonville bus, which [is] a new one, driven by Joe Frank Jenkins who has driven that route for the past two years. Dick Corporon brings the students in from Citrus Grove and the surrounding country; while we have another veteran who transports the students from the southern part of our district, John Ackerman.
The teaching personnel for the school term 1933-34 is as follows:
High School: Superintendent, T. P. White, Math and science Louise Walter, History and Spanish Beryl Bell, English and girls P.E.
Grammar School: Principal, Elliot Curtis, seventh grade and boys P. E. Eleanor Chapman, fifth and sixth grades Vera Williams, third and fourth grades Nelle Harris, first and second grades
Sept. 29, we hope to have with us Mr. Dinkens, our district supervisor. He will inspect our work and offer criticisms whereby we may profit from past experience. He has asked Miss Bell to work on a course of study for high school English for the state to adopt in all schools. She will serve as chairman of a committee to work out a course for the entire school, her specific duty being to work on the high school course. We as the school wish her luck.
There is some talk about a box supper to be held at the community house September 29. This will be to raise funds to buy some of the many things always needed at the beginning of the term. Let's everyone keep it in mind.
At this time we want to ask the hearty co-operation of parents and pupils to make this the greatest year for dear old Bay View High School. Every one knows that if you have a team of three mules, and one fails to pull its share of the load a greater load, a greater portion of the load is pulled is pulled by the other two. If such occurs in a mud hole, the load is likely to be stuck. The same thing holds true in any organization. Let's not have anyone walking around with a chip on his or her shoulder, just hoping someone will come along and knock it off so we will have something to talk about. If the parents insist on making themselves so completely dissatisfied, that spirit will be reflected in the school room by the products of that particular home. There have been many unjust accusations made concerning a number varieties. We say they are unjust because they have proven as such.
Come now, one and all! Let's all be good sports and forget the things that have happened. Let's remember the parable taught by the only perfect person whoever trod this earth--"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone." We are all subject to mistakes. Remember "Judge not lest you be judged" and "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive our trespassers."
Collegeport Girl Reserves
The Girl Reserves of the Collegeport club met Friday afternoon for the purpose of discussing plans for the following year. The "Little Pals," an organization of the grammar grade girls, were also present. The Girl Reserves agreed to have a meeting every other Friday evening at 1:45 o'clock and having the "Little Pals" present every fourth Friday. Every fourth Friday we will all practice singing.
The next meeting will be at 1:45 Friday, Sept. 22, 1933. Mrs. Martin will be present and will talk to (the Girls) us. We are sure that the members of the "Groman 's council" would enjoy her talk, therefore, we are asking every mother to be present if possible. -- Georgia Hejtmanek, reporter.
The Matagorda County Tribune, September 21, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
In a very short time, the transportation of mail to this office will be handled by an auto contract and at once the Missouri Pacific will discontinue the present unreliable daily service, for a once each week service which will also be weak. This all means that very likely by December 24 we will receive a Christmas gift of no train, no rails, no service of any nature. We will then be obliged to depend on the Southern Pacific at Palacios or go to Bay City or Buckeye for rail transportation. Either will be tough on shippers of cream and poultry products or any other L. C. L. stuff. It will be costly. We are so isolated at the end of the nine foot sidewalk. We are insulated by the Colorado River on the east and the bay on the west. We are separated from people whose society we wish to enjoy. We are segregated from a portion of this section of which we are a part. We are detached from through traffic. We are set apart and doomed to live at the end of the road and never to see the “race of men go by.” If we go to Bay City, the cost will be three dollars for the round trip and if we go to Palacios, the cost will be three dollars and twenty-five cents, but if we become busy quite soon in the interest in the proposed causeway, the cost to Palacios will be not more than forty cents per round trip. The difference between these figures is the cost of isolation. During the past twenty-five years we have spent about $68,000 traveling from this place to Palacios. If we had during this period, the advantage of the causeway, the cost would have been about $5000. This sum is not the only cost of isolation. We lose the privilege of associations in business, pleasure, religion, education. Those who should become intimate friends in time are strangers. It is a fearful cost for a people to pay. At the railroad hearing in Bay City February 1, 1933, witnesses for the company testified generously, that the present condition of the branch was produced by the construction of our highway. If it be true that the building of county highway No. 3 destroyed our rights and privilege to enjoy railroad service, with express and telegraph, why is it not right and a wise piece of highway business, to give us a crossing to Palacios so that we may continue to use rail, express and telegraph service and increase our satisfaction by the added facilities of gas and electric service.
One of the women readers of the column writes, "I have had two bottles of 'Dinklaker'--and it is about as good as anything I've ever tasted--not bitter and has the best taste--but fifteen cents is too much." Well, Dinklaker is a new one for me. Why may not folk be satisfied with Schlitz, Pabst, Budweiser, Piel, Fred Miller. I wonder if Dinklaker is just common lager beer.
Saturday night, Postmaster Mowery received notice that a representative of the railway mail service would be here Monday to see what could be done to improve our mail service and to receive bids for the operation of a star route between Collegeport and El Maton. Mr. Leake from Houston, arrived Monday, looked over the deplorable situation and received seven bids for the proposed service which he will refer to the Washington office.
September 13 the Collegeport Industrial League received the following from Mr. C. J. Taylor, superintendent eleventh division railway mail service:
Dear Mr. Clapp:
I have your letter of September fourth with reference to your mail service. I will immediately take this matter up with our chief clerk, having supervision over the service in your section of the country and will request him to go into the matter carefully and submit suitable report and recommendation." I am informed that the railroad company soon as it is relieved from the transportation of mails will discontinue the present daily service and substitute therefore a once each week service.
This should insure us to greater activity for the construction of the causeway.
The Thursday Daily Tribune carried an article by an unknown writer about our local school. I hope Tribune readers will read it for it attempts to explain many things of interest. I find that we not only have a bell on the roof, but one under the roof and if we can add to these the other bells there appears to be no reason why we should not have the pleasure of hearing each day the music of a carillon. If "P. E." means practical endeavor, the school will accomplish something worth while, but I see not much in the course that will be of practical value in hustling for shelter, clothes or eats. The local school is not an exception, for the state is loaded with them.
I am glad that Miss Bell is trying to work out a course of study for English. The Lord knows some of the teachers need that course, for there be some of the faculty who could not pass an examination in grammar, spelling, construction or rhetoric. Only last week I read a letter written by one of the faculty in which "choir" was spelled "chior." The latter word is not found in the dictionary, but if it is correct, we better organize a new "Chior." It is no theory that confronts our school, but a serious condition. It is one thing to be good sports, to forgive, to forget, to cease from stone throwing, to judge not and quite another thing to so conduct a school so that pupils may earn and receive credits. I have no children in school, but I am interested in a better school and a full nine months term and I shall in my feeble way support all legitimate efforts by the faculty, the local board or the county superintendent, but there are some things I am strictly agin and so I shall continue to carry a chip on my shoulder and the first attempt to brush it off will bring an explosion.
The schoolhouse, the faculty, the course of study, the truck drivers, and the patrons, have now received a brilliant coat of white. All except the janitor, but then his name is North.
I am informed that Mr. Hendricks has secured a license and is now selling that healthful beverage known as three-point-two. The license is so high, that he must sell large quantities to break even. I fear this excessive license will defeat the reason for allowing the sale. We desire temperance not drunkenness. If the price of beer is too high, it will encourage the continued manufacture of mule and home brew, both of which should be blown off the face of the earth.
Thanks to Hattie, who is mistress of the beautiful pharmacy and cold drink emporium, we took a trip to Bay City Friday intent on distributing a few frog skins among the needy merchants of the city twenty miles from the bay. The clerks of several stores were so affectionate that we tired of being told "Dearie this is divine on you" or "Dearies this is just your type," that we retained most of our change and will buy from a mail order house where they do not know how to spell "Dearie." If I was in charge of a retail store, and heard a clerk use that patronizing method on a customer, the next day there would be a new face and a new voice behind the counter. The miserable wretch at last broke out and said "Just drop that dearie business. I am here to purchase some goods and not to be loved." Same thing in other stores where they sell dry goods. Down at the A. & P. store, Mr. Dickey not once addressed me as "Dearie." I wonder whatinthehell made him sore at me? Oh, well, there be folk and there be folk, for it takes all kinds you know, but when we arrived home we found real folk in the persons of Mrs. Claire F. Pollard, county superintendent of schools and her daughter, Katherine, who is now a Queen of the Air and Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse. They all came to see us, finding the house closed, entered, cooked a delicious luncheon and proceeded to be at home. We were delighted to see our fine friends, but because of our delay in returning, our visit was much too short.
The Girl Reserves, under the leadership of Miss Bell, held a meeting in the community house Friday for the purpose of arranging the program for the activities of the coming year. The Reserves were addressed by Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, on personal hygiene. Miss Bell has demonstrated her value as a leader since the first organization and friends of the Reserves expect some fine business this season. If they don't get results instead of ringing the bell, just ring the bell.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 28, 1933
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School has settled into its routine very nicely at this time. Students seem to be realizing from the beginning that they must not put off until tomorrow whet can be done today. They know from past experience that if it is put off, they must do double duty to ever catch up. Keep the good work going, students, and you will complete one of the best years you have ever had with the least effort.
At the present writing, our enrollment has slowly but surely crept up to 120. We still expect to see more enroll as there are some who have to work a while longer in the fields. We are sorry about these students who would like to be in school, but who realize that they must help their parents in order to have the many farm products from which come their livelihood for the forthcoming winter. However, these students will make good pupils when they do come in as they will realize how much they have missed. They too learn the necessity of putting forth every effort to gain their goals. These pupils are to be praised for their diligence and “stick-to-it-iveness.”
Bay View is getting ready for her part in athletics this year. We hope to place ourselves still higher in the eyes of the county. For the past two years, we have let the people know that Bay View High really amounts to something. They have not always found the road up easy traveling, but we get there just the same. Our girls are coming out for basketball for the first time, but we feel sure that they will make a name for themselves.
We had with us for a short time last Friday our county superintendent, Mrs. Claire F. Pollard. Mrs. Pollard is always a welcome visitor in our school as she seems to just radiate sunshine. Her words of praise are always appreciated, and they make us strive to better ourselves in our various lines of work. Come often, Mrs. Pollard, as we need you and your sunny disposition to help us over the pits of discouragement into which we all at times are prone to drown.
Our teachers go to Bay City to make plans for interscholastic league meet Saturday. We hope they will bring us valuable materials back.
Tuesday afternoon after school, Superintendent White called a faculty meeting to discuss plans whereby our school may be bettered this year. Specific playground duties were assigned to each teacher. If these positions are faithfully filled by each one, every child will profit under supervised play.
The primary honor roll for this week is as follows: Primer class: Alan McCune, A. W. Underwood, Yvonne Oliver. First Grade: Donato Calderon. Second Grade: G. R. Hendrix, Hardy Early Ross, Yvonne Miller.
There is to be a school board meeting Thursday night, at which time many things will be brought up concerning the school. Plans will be made whereby all concerned will profit.
Work on the library has begun. The books are to be rearranged and revised, rules will be posted. Librarians have been instructed and assigned to their posts of duty.
LOCAL NEWS Wells-Franzen.
A wedding of interest was solemnized Sunday morning when Miss Mamie Franzen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen, became the bride of Mr. Gerald Franklin Wells. The wedding took place at the home of the bride's parents in the presence of the members of the two families. The bride was attended by her sister, Mrs. Dean Merck, who acted as matron of honor. Both the bride and the matron of honor were attired in navy blue gowns with accessories to match. Dean Merck served as best man to the groom. The wedding march was played by Mrs. Arnold Franzen and Rev. M. A. Travis officiated. After dinner, the bridal couple left on their wedding trip which will take them to the Rio Grande Valley and Mexico. Mr. and Mrs. Wells will make their home in Collegeport. The school as well as the community joins in wishing this young couple many, many years of happiness and prosperity.
Rev. M. A. Travis is in Collegeport renewing many old friendships and recalling happy experiences that occurred in the days of yore.
Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Franzen of Houston were week-end guests of Mr. Franzen's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen. They came over to attend the wedding of their sister, Mamie, to Mr. Gerald Wells.
Miss Louise Walter has secured a healthy coat of tan as a result of crabbing.
We are sorry to report that Mr. Vern Batchelder is on the sick list. We hope, Mr. Batchelder, that you will soon be well and can be back at your place of business.
Mr. Raymond Waters was a caller in Collegeport last week.
Due to the muddy roads, Miss Walters is residing in the city this week.
We are sorry to lose from our midst Mr. And Mrs. Humphries and son, and Mr. And Mrs. Biggs.
The sad news has reached us that Mr. J. E. Dickson, who was working for Mr. Hill, died Saturday afternoon as a result of a fatal injury received while cutting rice.
Mrs. Douglas Whitehead is also on the sick list. Carrie, hurry up and get well as the flu is very poor company.
Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck and son have also been on the sick list.
The Junior Christian Endeavorers enjoyed a lovely picnic Saturday at Kubela's pier. Miss Esther Angeline was their sponsor.
Misses Harris, Chapman and Bell spent the week-end with their respective families.
Mr. T. P. White was a business visitor in Bay City Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis spent the week-end in Austin.
Miss Cybil Adams is very busy checking rice as it comes in.
Rev. Wiley of Houston held services at the community house last Sunday. The attendance was very small as the rain made it impossible for a number of the people who live off the hard surface road to get in.
Mrs. T. R. King and son, Donald, were Bay City visitors Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. E. A. McCune and sons, Joe and Alan, together with Miss English motored to Palacios Sunday.
Collegeport Girl Reserves
The Girl Reserves met Friday afternoon at the community house for their regular meeting. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, the speaker of the afternoon, was present. Her talk was interesting as well as instructional. We are sorry that more of our mothers did not see fit to come, as we are sure they would all have enjoyed it. We will meet again Wednesday, Sept. 27 to make final plans for the “Round-up” to be held at Palacios, Saturday, Sept. 30. President Rosalie Nelson has called a cabinet meeting Thursday noon at which time plans for the year 1933-34 will be made.--Georgia Hejtmanek, reporter.
The Matagorda County Tribune,
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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"The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of night. As a feather is wafted downward From the eagle in his flight." --Longfellow.
Last night as darkness was falling from the wings of night, I sat before my movie screen, watching the fading pictures until the screen was a blank. I smoked my pipe and the smoke spread up in rings and spirals and I dreamed of life. The miserable wretch, anxious to tackle her stand by Sol, broke my reverie, my deep musings, my day dreams by saying "Wake up and turn on the light." Still "rapt in nameless reverie." I replied "O, let us sit for awhile in the gloaming." The gloaming! The end of the day! The beginning of night! The end of life! The beginning of eternity! It is the time I most enjoy of the twenty-four hours, for then I can engage in retrospection and enjoy again the hours that have past.
Acting on a request of Hugh S. Johnson, administrator of the president's recovery plan, a compliance board has been organized in this community with H. A. Clapp as chairman and W. H. Boeker, Vernon King and Mrs. L. E. Liggett as other members. This board has no punitive authority and its only business is to receive and hear complaints of violations of the codes, adopted in Collegeport and transmit them to the district division at Houston. Collegeport has signed up one hundred per cent, which is gratifying, especially when so many larger places are not in the one hundred per cent class. Bay City and Collegeport are the two towns in Matagorda County to organize compliance boards.
Until North Cable became janitor of the local schools, the pupils were accustomed to find the campus on the first day a jungle of tall weeds, but now they find a beautiful close cropped lawn with beds of blooming flowers. A strange thing about these flowers is they all nod to the north.
Yesterday I received some good news. R. J. R. sells in this burg for nine cents the bag, so what do we care if they price of food rises, so long as this great necessity sells lower. We can dispense with food, but we must have Lacy Nicotine, Three-Point-Two and gas for our auto.
Local readers will remember Harry Lewis Eisel, Jr. He now lives in Nacogdoches, is about seven years old and attends the kindergarten at the Nacogdoches College. The other night Elizabeth, going to a night football game, asked him to go with her. He looked at her in disgust and announced "I do not go to high school games for I am a college man." Pretty good for a start. Elizabeth is in the senior class and says that he work is easier than at Bay View High because they are not striving for affiliation as they have it.
I am informed that Sunday, with Rev. M. A. Travis in charge, Mamie Franzen and Gerald Wells were married at the Franzen home. They departed for a trip to the Valley and points in Mexico and will return in about ten days. The groom has been here only a few months and came here from Beardstown, Ill., but soon succumbed to the charms of our Mamie and decided to become a permanent resident. Mamie was raised here and every one knows her for a girl of sterling worth. A most capable young woman and there is nothing about a farm she can not do as well as any person. A grand housekeeper, a splendid one about the dairy and perfectly at home on a tractor. Mamie is an all around first class farm girl. She is bright and attractive and held in high esteem by all who know her. A long and happy life is my wish.
Now Gustave Franzen has one daughter left, Emma, and it will be some time before he will lose her.
So life flows on each year taking us just a bit closer to the gloaming. A notice posted in the post office informs the reader that beginning Monday we will be on a weekly train service and that December 1, 1933, the Collegeport branch line will be abandoned. This is splendid news only I wish they would move the date back. We should organize a funeral service and bury the Mopac in six feet of soil.
The other day our ever on the job postmaster, fearing that his locks were too long, had them amputated by Sam Franz. Sam was reluctant to do the job for the usual price is not enough hair would result to be of much value.
Rains continue day after day thus preventing the rice men from threshing and cotton growers from picking the balance of their crop. If we could have ten days of sunshine, both crops would be in and considerable loss avoided.
Carl Boeker, who has been ill for a month with typhus fever, is up and able to toddle about. He is now endeavoring to find that lost twenty pounds.
Friday night the school gave its first party in the form of a shrimp supper. This delectable sea food is plenty at this time and of superior quality and is sold in the markets as low as fifteen cents per pound. The girls and boys cleaned the shrimp, packed them in ice and in the evening they were ready for our local gourmands. Although the crowd was not great in numbers, enjoyment was immense and the casting up of accounts found the school athletic fund with eleven more dollars.
Saturday afternoon the local Girl Reserves and their friends went over to Palacios to attend the annual round up. Dick Corporon used his school truck to carry the Reserves. Because of the rain which fell almost continuously, the round up was held in the Palacios pavilion.
Last Saturday evening I was informed that Stanley Wright was the successful bidder for carrying our mail. This means we will have Wright good service for Stanley is a dependable man to have charge of this very important work. The mail will leave the post office at 10:15 a.m. and return at 12:45 p.m. Mr. Wright will also carry cream, eggs, poultry and other L. C. L. freight and express and possibly passengers. When, as and if, the state highway commission decides to give us the causeway, we shall once more have railway service at our door and perhaps two mails per day. Worth hustling for.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 5, 1933
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One of our local burghers came to me the other day and asked “What are MIGROTery birds?” At first I did not understand what he meant and then my weak brain flashed that he meant migratory birds. I explained to him that a migratory bird was one that removed occasionally from one section to another; that he was a rover; a wanderer; a nomad and so he went away knowing what a miGROTery bird was. Here in this section, although we have many birds that visit with us at different seasons many of them classed as migratory birds and protected by federal laws, our principal interest is in the flight of wild geese and ducks. All summer they have lived in the far north, engaged in the business of reproduction and now as our winter approaches they gather up their young brood and proceed to migrate. It is well proven that year after year those who survive the hunting season use the same air paths and travel with few stops to their destination. In this section the rice fields offer abundant food and so even as I write a flock of geese pass over our home. Soon the day and night will be filled with their discordant notes. They came in multitudes. No man can begin to estimate their numbers. If they light in a field of shocked rice they will do as much damage in a night as a herd of cattle. They tear bundles apart and consume the grain. This season of migration is the period of the sportsmen’s delight and he being also in the migratory class comes in numbers. Not with wings filled with fairy plumes, but on four rubber wheels and the visit means that many a bird never returns to the northern home place. The visit also means considerable money is left with our businessman and we should give these birds our hearty welcome. Someday we will have down by the shore a suitable place for our guests to live in and where game will be properly cooked and served. These rubber wheeled birds do not destroy grain but some of them are very careless about closing gates, discharging guns too close to grazing cattle. It is such birds that have caused our cattlemen to “Post” large tracts. In one way no one may blame them but the honest, careful sportsmen, the one who obeys the law and who has no intent on destroying fences or depredating on others' property at times resent this exclusion for he knows that under the law game belongs to the public and not to the man on whose ranch it happens to settle. In some states farmers make a nominal charge for hunting on their farms and it appears to work out to the satisfaction of all parties. Some charge by the day and others charge for each bird taken away. A plan like this might work out here for the benefit of the landowner and the hunter. Anyway both birds will be [line appears to be missing] and soon from morning until night we will hear the boom of guns. When the causeway is built hunters may pass at will from one side of the bay to the other. Today if they wish to hunt over at Palacios or down the shore they drive 32.5 miles. Some years ago there lived a man whose name was John Martin, a plain, substantial, hard working citizen. His wife was a splendid woman named Hannah Martin. In due time a daughter arrived and Hannah being something of a romantique named the baby. Just here the miserable wretch, who assumes the right to censor my copy, breaks in and puts the QB on my telling the story of why it takes three swallows to make a drink. Never mind boys and girls I'll send it by mail sealed and marked “Private.” A Texas Tribune reader writes me: “Mr. Clapp, your ‘Thoughts in the Gloaming’ were lovely.” Of course, I thank the reader for the sweet compliment. My old friend of twenty-five years, John R. Reynolds, now representing the Southwestern Life Insurance Company sends me a map which shows by colored line the source and direction of gulf storms for the past hundred years. It is of much interest and I will keep it for reference. I always wondered where the storms started but the map shows clearly that way down in the southeast corner in the Caribbean Sea there lives a beautiful mermaid and blowing her breath to the northwest she produces the terrible hurricanes that are so destructive. John has always been generous when he had something his friends enjoy so I suggested he take a trip down to the South Seas and give the mermaid some of the surplus. These mermaids are like others of her sex being susceptible to amorous advances. I read in the Houston Chronicle that the state senate has passed a bill exempting taxes for a period of several years for the purpose of enabling us to build seawalls at Palacios and Collegeport. This construction is a necessity in both places. At Collegeport the bank has washed away for a distance of fifty feet. A few more heavy seas and the cement wall and beautiful fence in front of the Mowery home will crumble into the bay. Even now the bay shore drive is dangerous. When the time comes to aid in this proposition it is hoped that our people will be glad to support it. The school advertises a box supper Friday night the 13. Friday the thirteenth is full of jinxes so folk better look out for the jinxes will get ‘em. Hope the jinxes will be present with some good coin and buy liberally. Mrs. Eleanor Andres and Mrs. Josephine Gussie who have been spending the week in Houston the guests of Mrs. Andres parents returned to their home on South Boulevard Drive Saturday. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse Visited this place Saturday and reported that her trip to Austin resulted in securing funds for the completion of sanitary appliances for the rural schools of the county. Dr. Leonard Male is here for a month in charge of the work. The installation of these outfits will without question have a marked influence on child health. The local NRA compliance board have nothing to do but twiddle its thumbs for it has no complaints of any kind. Our folks are strict observers of the NRA Blue Eagle rules. It appears from the items in the Tribune that the P. W. A. at Fort Worth consider the construction of sea walls at Palacios and Collegeport class A projects and have docketed their request for aid. In all the progress so far made one who reads between the lines will recognize the hand of our ubiquitous Precinct Commissioner George Harrison. While in Austin the past two weeks he has had several interviews with the State Highway commission about the construction of the viaduct which will give much-needed traffic facilities. Next week I will make a preachment on stubbornness. I feel sure the women will enjoy it.
The Matagorda County Tribune, October 12,
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Editor-in-Chief - Rosalie Nelson Assistant Editor - Annette Johnson Assistant Editor - Georgia Hejtmanek Tenth and Eleventh Grade Reporter - Emma Kuchar Ninth Grade Reporter - Erlene Hill Eight Grade Report - Roberta Liggett
The Uses of Mistakes
Mistakes are one of the most common things that happen at school as well as at most other places. Everyone of the pupils make mistakes in every class, but mistakes are necessary to train our minds. If there were no mistakes made, there would be no need of schools.
Mistakes are useful to us because they make us think about the things we have done wrong in the past. If we didn't make mistakes, we would soon have dormant minds, because we wouldn't need to think about anything in particular. Everyone makes common mistakes at all times. This fact prevents some from thinking they are better than others just because they do not make mistakes.
Therefore, mistakes are useful to everyone of the world in all phases of life. Mistakes keep the world rolling in new thoughts. They allow some to profit from other's mistakes and also some to lose from their own mistakes. Mistakes are a benefit to everyone--Noel Adams.
The shrimp supper of September 29, netted the school the sum of $8.50, the amount of which is to go into the athletic fund. Playground equipment has been bought to the amount of $4.20 which leaves the remainder of $4.30 in the treasury.
Basketball is beginning to get under way. One set of goals has been erected, but the ground has not been leveled. We are planning to go into basketball in a big way and build a court for both girls and boys, then within a few weeks of practice, we will be ready to take all teams wishing a game, providing they are in reach.
The playground ball ground as yet has not been cleared, but we hope to have it ready within the next week. It will take a lot of practice to make a good team of baseball, but when the time comes for the county meet, you can count on Collegeport heading the list.
Girl Reserve Notes
The cabinet meeting that President Rosalie Nelson called for last Thursday, met that day about 12:30 with all the cabinet members present. They discussed and made plans for the program and social entertainments for the term 1933-34.
The round up at Palacios was held at the city pavilion last Saturday evening. In spite of the bad weather, many were present. The round up was to be held at the B. Y. P. U. grounds, but plans had to be changed as the weather was so unfavorable.
The members of the Collegeport Club, present were Rosalie Nelson, who helped to conduct the meeting at Palacios; Emma Kuchar, Annette Johnson, Earlene Hill, Irwin Blackwell, Clara Nicholson, Georgia Hejtmanek, Roberta Liggett, Lottie Mae Johnson, Miss Beryl Bell, the club advisor; Miss Louise Walter, assistant advisor and Mrs. Dick Corporon, pianist.
Our club contributed an action song, "Overall Jim and Sunbonnet Sally" as their donation to the recreational stunts for the program.
Everyone reported a lovely time in spite of the inclement weather--Georgia Hejtmanek, reporter.
The One I Knew Best of All.
Of my very early childhood, I remember nothing, but as that is necessary to my life story, I shall look into the family records. My mother's name was Bessie Rebecca Hill before her marriage to my father, George Harris Jones, which you will have to look over as the name doesn't make the man. I was born at my grandmother's home at five o'clock on the twenty-second of February, nineteen hundred nineteen and was burdened with the name of George Alice.
Only a few events of my childhood remain in my memory. My first step was taken at the ripe age of one year in my grandmother's dining room. The first toy I ever had was a little red wagon. I kept it for two years. The first birthday present I received was a tiny yellow puppy. I named him Tag, which name suited him for the tagged or followed me wherever my childish fancy took me.
My days in school have been the happiest of my life. I started to school in February of my eighth year. I was just a wee bit frightened. I was greatly impressed with school, as I have been ever since. Of all the teachers I have ever had, I think my English teacher is the best, however, Miss Louise runs a close second.
I intended to finish high school and go to college if possible. My ambition is to be known as a good school teacher and be loved by many.--Georgia Alice Jones.
Junior and Senior News.
The junior and senior classes organized last week. The following officers were elected: President, Blanch Adams; Vice President, Auldine Williams Secretary-treasurer, Fawn Adams. The news staff also was chosen mainly from these classes.
The eleventh grade have been studying the "Prologue of Canterbury Tales," written by Chaucer. We find it to be very interesting even the translation.
The high school girls are planning on a basketball team this year. We hope we will be successful in having a good team and in playing match games.
Sophomores.
We are glad to have Pat back with us as he has been absent for several days due to illness.
We are wondering what is wrong with Ernest Snider. Miss Bell and his classmates miss him very much and are anxious for him to return.
We have been studying "Silas Marner," by Eliot. We have almost finished our contract, which consists of about thirteen projects. We have found this classic to be very interesting and sincerely hope that the following literature will be as interesting.
Grammar School.
The primary room wishes to present the following names for the honor roll?
Primer class--A. W. Underwood, Eugene Penland, Alan McCune, Yvonne Oliver. First grade--Zim Dickert, Donato Calderon. Second grade--James Franzen, Hardy Earl Ross.
The fifth and sixth grades are making posters on which they are announcing our annual box supper, Oct. 13. We want you to be sure and watch for them.
We are proud of our fifth grade as we have two members who have not missed a word in spelling this year. They are Norine Harvey and Robbie Lee Crabill.
Local News. Egbert Adams, who has been with the tree army for the past two months, has returned to the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams.
The school faculty attended institute in Bay City Saturday at which time the interscholastic league was organized. Our representative on the executive committee is Miss Bell, who will be the director of extemporaneous speaking.
Misses Louise Walter, Vera Williams and Beryl Bell and Mr. and Mrs. Dick Corporon attended the Girl Reserve Round Up in Palacios Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. Ray King and son, Donald, motored to Houston today, where they will spend a few days.
Messrs. T. P. White and Eliot Curtis were in Houston Saturday afternoon attending to some school matters.
Mr. Burton D. Hurd and son, Vernon, motored to Houston Wednesday.
Due to the extensive rains and the very muddy roads, Miss Louise Walter is staying in Collegeport again this week.
Mr. and Mrs. Gerry Wells have returned from their tour of the Valley and Mexico.
At last the mail contract has been given to Mr. Stanley Wright who leaves here at 2 p.m. each day to meet the train at El Maton from where he returns at 3:30 p.m.
We are indeed sorry to lose our train, but we believe that all things work out for the best.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 12, 1933
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The seniors have been pretty busy the past week. The geometry class has been having a wonderful time with triangles and quadrilaterals. Some of have nearly worked our heads off trying to understand. We believe it is impossible for it to get any worse. Commas Commas Will there ever be an end? It seems that a comma can be used in ever so many places. We are having a great deal of difficulty distinguishing between restrictive and non-restrictive phrases and clauses.
The ninth grade has just completed a very thorough study of “Silas Marner.” We found it very interesting and feel that we understand reasonably well George Elliot. We found Elliot to be especially interesting because she wrote of special experiences that she experienced. We are now studying “As You Like It.” As we study, we are trying to find similarities and differences in the play as compared and contrasted with “Midsummer Night's Dream,” which we studied last year.
Collegeport Girl Reserves
The Girl Reserves met last Friday at the Community House for a sing-song. We are to present a number of songs at the box supper Friday night, Oct. 13.
We are indeed sorry that Miss Carter will not meet with us this week. Miss Carter received a message from her mother, who is ill, to come at once. Our sympathy and best wishes go with her, and we hope that her mother will soon be well again.
Collegeport Locals
Mr. and Mrs. Herman Sanders of Glen Flora were Collegeport visitors Sunday.
Mr. Jake Bailey and Mr. Ed Collins are here for an extended visit with the former's mother and sister, Mrs. C. A. Williams and Auldine.
Messrs. C. W. Boeker and Arthur Liggett spent the week-end at home with their respective parents.
After the regular singing at the
community house Friday night the young people shivareed Mr. and Mrs.
Jerry Wells. All reported a good time, even the bride and groom. Mrs. Della Braden and Mr. J. W. Shuey were visitors at the Nelson home Sunday.
Mr. Carl Boeker has recovered from his long illness. Glad to see you up again, Mr. Boeker.
The B-2 Sunday school class is giving a bridal shower for Mrs. Jerry Wells at the home of Miss Louise Walter, Wednesday, Oct. 11.
The Collegeport school is sponsoring a box supper Friday evening, Oct. 13. We need to replenish our athletic fund.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 12, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
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This past week has been full of excitement, for instance, Tuesday about thirty women met at the Walter home and with Louise Walter as hostess, gave a shower in honor of Mrs. Gerald Wells, nee Mamie Franzen. Refreshments were dainty and filled with goodness and the gifts were many and some costly. Mamie has been a faithful worker for years in Sunday school and Christian Endeavor and this party was a just and well earned tribute to her popularity. It appears to me that some time, some of us should be smart enough to suggest a shower for the groom or the father as the case might be. Most any fellow would welcome a new set of trousers or a few BVD's.
Thursday afternoon, the Woman's Club met in the community house with an attendance of eighteen, including guests. Several paid up their dues and some new members were received. A very interesting program was given under the direction of Miss Vera Williams. Mrs. Rena Wright, delegate to the last meeting of the County Federation, gave her report.
Friday night, the school held a box supper which was attended by about two hundred. From the sum realized, I judge there is no such thing as depression in this place. Boxes sold as high as four per one and about $65 was received from box lunch sales. The cake of Mrs. Carrie Nelson brought $32 and she was voted the most popular woman. Had she brought some of them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, a greater sum would have been realized. This lady never gained her wide fame as a cake maker, but as a maker of delicious juicy golden noodles. A turkey sold on chances brought $12.75 and won by Vern Batchelder who gave it back for resale and then it brought $1.50 or a total of $14.25, which was a grand sum for one little turk. C. W. Boeker was on hand with his cash pouch, so he would be certain to buy what he considered the only box offered at the sale. I hope he was successful and that the box contained a bowl of luscious noodles. The cash received added to other funds will buy some necessary equipment for the school kids.
For the benefit of some who have criticized our civic organizations, will state that because they have been here only a short time, they know little about most history. The King's Daughters care for one project and that is the cemetery. For twenty-five years this organization has had charge of this work and it has used all its spare funds. The Woman's Union is a church organization and it pledges each year a certain sum for church purposes and most years they have little to spare for other purposes. The Woman's Club for twenty-five years has been pledged to the library and the school and during that time it has raised and spent several hundred dollars on those projects. Any person who suggests that the club has not been generous with the school, simply does not know history. Its first work is the building and operation of a free public library and in this it has been successful. Next comes school and the club has always been willing and ready with its money to aid in every way. At times, demands have been greater than ability, but most of the time requests have been met.
The Collegeport Industrial League is the commercial organization and is not pledged to church, library, school or cemetery, but it has in its twenty-five years of life aided them all. The stove and many dishes used in the community house were bought by the league. The library building was paid for by the league and the building stands on ground owned by the league. The cement walk was paid for by the league. The cement culvert on the road to the cemetery was built by that organization. For seven years the league gave ten dollars each year as prizes for excellent school work. This offer would have been continued the past two years, had it received any encouragement. Many years ago a school band was organized and the league bought the instruments. In all I think about $300 has been spent by the league for school purposes. These organizations have been loyal and generous to the school ever since the first school was opened in a tent with one teacher and five pupils. They are still ready and willing. This is the first time in twenty-five years that the men teachers have not been members of the league. Women teachers have, as a rule, always co-operated with the Woman's Club. We need no more civic organizations. The community is burdened with the support of those we now have. All the community needs is to give the devil his due and to remember that complete co-operation from all our people will bring satisfactory results. In the last analysis, one reads that all the civic work done in this community has been accomplished by a few loyal souls who have stood by. Many of them, after years of community service, feel that now is the time to "throw the torch.”
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 19, 1933
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The Home Demonstration Club work especially the gardening and canning and home beautifying works for harmony in the home.--Thos. H. Lewis
Mr. Thos. H. Lewis in a short talk to the ladies at Mrs. Ackerman's pantry demonstration on October 20 said: "While I have listened to so many home problems and troubles in Matagorda County. I believe this home building program of the canning club through Mrs. Leola Sides' leadership, is making for less home troubles and more co-operation and harmony between husband and wife."
Mr. Lewis gave a nice talk also on how nice it is to have our dinners already prepared with only the trouble of "opening it." We also had an interesting short talk from Mrs. Evaline White Marshall. She was one of us in this community before she moved to Bay City.
There were twenty-four people out to see the large pantry and lovely gift and menu table.
The large pantry of goodly varieties was a revelation of what we all might do each year or even better yet as this has been a bad year for us at Collegeport.
Mrs. Ackerman having a family of six has managed to put up a very nice variety of leafy and starchy as well as other vegetables and fruits, meats, cheese, preserves, relishes, pickles, vinegars and miscellaneous other things also sweet potatoes and meats, etc. cured and stored.
She said, not counting her cured and stored foods she has put up over 790 quarts valued at $150. She has paid for her canner and pantry and all other canning expenses with her pantry.
While we were there we were all encouraged to go ahead and try to go ahead and try to do better next year. Mrs. King gave the report as far as she has the record while she didn't have it all. It certainly sounded as though the country was not going to starve, said Mrs. Marshall.
After the program we chose our next year's pantry and garden demonstrator: Miss Gust Franzen and Mrs. E. A. McCune for pantry; Mrs. Lewis Walter, garden. We expect great things from them next year.
Our new officers to take office in January are as follows:
President, Mrs. Frank King; Vice-President, Mrs. Dorothy Corporon;
Secretary and Treasurer, Mrs. A. G. Hunt; Reporter, Mrs. Carl
Boeker; Parliamentarian, Mrs. E. A. McCune; We meet at the Community
House Nov. 14. All come. The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 26, 1933
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Some forty persons were present on Achievement Day last Friday at the home of Mrs. Edith Ackerman to view her pantry which cost only fifty-five cents for nails and paint, the lumber being on hand and the building done by her husband. It is a substantial one, however, and holds the 700 containers valued at $153.50 conserved by Mrs. Ackerman, 4-H pantry demonstrator for Collegeport Home Demonstration Club. In addition to a garden to furnish most of the surplus for filling her pantry, she has canned a great deal for others on the shares which helped her in filling the food budget.
After leaving Collegeport, the group came on to Ashby where they found a treat in store for them at the home of Mrs. Dave Spoor of the Ashby Home Demonstration Club. Even though this club is a new one, they almost took off the blue ribbon on their Achievement Day. The majority of the club responded to the call and did their part and the various educational exhibits such as gifts, menus, school lunch and equipment tables convinced the public that some one had been at work. Last but not least, was the cunning (if it may be called such) little pantry filled with 386 containers of fruits, vegetables, preserves, jellies, pickles and relishes valued at $64.50 to insure health for her family of three.
"I just managed for the things to fill my budget," were the words of Mrs. Spoor in her talk to the public telling how she filled her garden [pantry?] with practically no garden at all.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 26, 1933
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Editor in Chief - Rosalie Nelson Assistant Editor - Georgia Hejtmanek Assistant Editor - Annette Johnson Reporters - Emma Kuchar, Earlene Hill, Roberta Liggett
School Notes. The school witnessed a very exciting game between [Collegeport and] Gulf basketball team Friday night. After the scheduled time was up, the score was 20-20. To play the time off, they played three minutes more at which time the score was 24-20 in favor of Gulf. Keep it up boys, and we will soon win the championship.
Friday, Oct. 27, our boys and girls basketball teams will play the Markham teams in Collegeport.
Pat Jenkins and Wade Blackwell have been absent from school this week. We hope that they are not ill and will soon be back in school.
Six weeks examinations are over and what a relief. At last we can think of something besides reviewing.
Believe It Or Not.
The grammar school girls are trying to be beautiful. Earlene has set her cap for Guy (Doodle). Gustave has been singing songs to Irwon. Auldine's hair is getting redder--wonder if it's affecting her temper. The girls yelled themselves hoarse for the boys Friday night. Wonder what's the matter? Clara gained six pounds last week. Noel? has been really happy lately--wonder who she is? Clara has been feeling blue since Pat has been absent. Wade received a nice letter Tuesday. Let us read it, Wade. We visited around in Collegeport, so rumor reports. What seems to be very interested in something or somebody at the drug store.
Girl Reserves.
The Girl Reserves had a call meeting at 12:15 Monday. They made plans for the recognition [program?] which is to be held Tuesday night at the Community House. All mothers of the old members and of the new members are invited to attend. In fact, we should be very happy if a large number would attend. (Not only mothers, but anyone else who is interested in the Girl Reserve work.) The members to be recognized are Roberta Liggett, Lettie Mae Johnson, Blanch Adams, Billie Crabill, George Alice Jones and Wanda Caldwell.
We soon shall be very busy selling chances on a quilt. Everybody save some dimes so they can win a lovely quilt. Remember Old Man Winter is just around the corner.--Georgia Hejtmanek.
The Value of Examinations.
We often say, "Oh, I wish I didn't have to take examinations." It would certainly be a lot easier if we didn't have to take them, but what would school be like without them.
Examinations are what we might call tattle tales. They tell what we have learned. If we can't answer questions on our examinations, we haven't learned what we were supposed to. We have fallen short. Examinations are a teacher's way of finding out what we know, although they usually can tell what we know without exams.
Examinations are beneficial to pupils. They teach them to study carefully, not just the night before exams, but all through the complete six weeks. We know that we have to remember what we learn or we know what we can expect as a grade. When we learn a certain fact so that we know it thoroughly, we are not usually worried when that much dreaded time comes.
Examinations really tell us, the pupils, and the teachers just how much we actually know. --Rosalie Nelson
Fifth and Sixth Grades. We are very sorry to report that we have lost two more of our pupils, Omar Jay and Robbie Crabill. Johnnie Mae Stanley also tells us that they are going away. Doris Carswell was promoted into the fifth grade this week. Welcome Doris. Out of an enrollment of twenty-five pupils, we only have twenty-one left.
We have eleven names on our 100 per cent list in spelling this month. They are Ethel Nelson, Frances Brimberry, Earl Thompson, Duane Corporon, Alleitha Hill and Norine Harvey in the fifth grade. Omar Jay Crabill, Joe Earl Pollard, Louise Emmert and Viola Prunty in the sixth grade. We hope they will stay there.--Viola Prunty, reporter.
Third and Fourth Grades. The third grade seems to be well pleased with their new notebooks. They are working with more enthusiasm.
During our art periods, we have been getting ready for Hallowe'en. [Hallowe'en] figures are visiting our room.
All pupils are working to obtain stars in the health program this year.
Oneida Bullington has a broken arm, but as she has it in a brace, it is getting along very nicely.
School was dismissed last Wednesday for the circus and quite a few went. All were pleased and eager to tell about it the next day.
Collegeport Local News
Mrs. I. S. Alexander who has been very sick is recovering now.
Temple Bingham, who was formerly of our community, was here for the week-end. He preached for us Sunday night.
Thursday night Reverend Rogers met with a group of people at the Community House.
Mr. and Mrs. Omar Crabill and family are moving to San Marcos, where he has been located for some time. We are sorry to lose these good people from our midst.
Mr. T. M. Thompson, who was operated on last Friday for appendicitis, is still in very critical condition. We hope that next time we can report that he is much better.
Miss Rosalie Nelson Honored
Saturday evening a large number of people gathered to surprise their classmates and friend, Rosalie Nelson. The party was sponsored by the B-2 class. Rosalie was quite astonished when the number began to arrive. She was the receiver of many lovely gifts as this was a birthday party. After a number of games were played, delicious punch and cake were served. The table was very pretty, decorated with holiday cake.
Refreshments were served to the following: Mr. and Mrs. Elliot Curtis, Mrs. Carl Boeker, Mesdames A. E. McCune, Douglas Whitehead, Misses Ruth Boeker, Vera Williams, Esther Angelina, and Messrs. C. W. Boeker, Arthur Liggett, R. K. Thompson, Douglas Whitehead, Raymond Hunt, and the honoree, Miss Rosalie Nelson and her mother, Mrs. Roy Nelson and Ethel.
(We, the staff, are glad to note that we received better response from the other rooms this week than we have been able to do so before.)
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, October 26, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The miserable wretch, who has the honor of being my wife, reads this copy and asks “What About Three Beers?” “Well,” said I “One is under the Anheuser-Busch, the second is a little Budweiser and the third you may Danlaker. These wimmen is so inquisitive.
The Tribune on Friday carried three poems from the bonnie brain of Cary Miller. They are cute and worth preserving. Every little while Cary has one of those spells and each time it appears to me she improves. Here is one from the wrong side of the brain.
“When comes the long long nights, And I have turned on the lights, Then I keep on a dreamin'.
I look way up in the willow tree. Blue eyes and glowing face I see, Then I keep on a dreamin'.
Way out in the pasture I hear a whistle, Her face hidden behind a waving thistle, And I keep on a dreamin'.
The whirr of Bob White's wings, Accompany the sweet song she sings. Do I keep on a dreamin'?
Yes, I keep on a dreamin' And things keep on a seemin' So long ans I keep on a dreamin'.
I want to bring back the happy past, Enjoy again the things that last, So I keep on a dreamin'.
I want to hold my baby in my arms Kiss away tears sobs ad frowns So I keep on a dreamin'.
Altho winter's chill is in the air, I smoke in quiet debonair And keep on a dreamin'.
--Fragments From Hack.
Louise Walter, one of our grade A teachers, not satisfied with her regular school work, has taken another branch. She has opened a school for instruction in auto driving. Her first pupil is Louis Walter and she is teaching him how to drive into a garage without tearing doors from the car. Soon as he passes the examination, Louise will hand him a certificate which will certify that he is permitted to do back seat driving.
During the past three weeks some excellent work has been done in Austin before the legislature and the highway commission in the name of the sea wall and the causeway. John Lord, L.L.D., in his lecture on political economy, featuring the life of Sir Robert Peel, the great English statesman says, “To every great man a peculiar mission is given―to one as a law giver, to another as a conqueror, to a third as a teacher, to a fourth as organizer and administrator and these missions in their immense variety, constitute the life blood of history.”
Our precinct commissioner, Mr. Geo. Harrison, is not a law giver, a conqueror or a teacher, but he is a clever organizer and a splendid administrator. The work he has done during the past weeks is a crown of glory for him and it should bring pride to us all that we have among us a man so willing, so capable and who has never forgotten the people he serves.
Tuesday, I called at the new store of the Collegeport Supply Company and can testify that it is now a model food establishment. Counters and shelves have been shortened. New fresh attractive goods on display. Everything shines with new glossy paint. The meat department has been provided with a new refrigerator and it is an up to date sanitary store for the sale of food. The service is pleasing and one feels a warm welcome as soon as one enters the store. The place is enjoying a generous patronage with prices in line with those of other towns.
The Houston Post has a delivery route into this place now and we have the morning paper at 7 a. m. delivered to the breakfast table.
Anticipating that Rosalie Nelson would have a birthday on Sunday, some of her friends, led by C. W., gave her a surprise the night before. Rosalie must be about the age when girls are sweetest.
The library let out 49 books Friday which is mighty poor business, but I suspect depression is to blame for it. The library displays the one-eyed eagle. Some weeks ago I stated that in my opinion, our schools were handing out stones instead of bread. I have just read a refreshing article in the American Magazine on the same subject. The president of the school board at Carmel, N. Y. said, “A boy or girl can go clear through school, get high marks all along, yet be just about good for nothing when he gets out.: And Smalley the blacksmith added, “And with no practical knowledge whatever, and worst of all, no sense of responsibility.” What the people of Carmel did to remedy the situation is worth reading. It's in the November American. The solution may be used by any community. Under the present system, when a pupil finishes the prescribed course, no matter how brilliant the finish or how high the grades, he has not one thing that business can use or is willing to pay for. They have a smattering of this and of that, but they have not accumulated a gob of anything of service in the business of earning, food, shelter, raiment. A little math, but not enough so they can figure, a little science, but not enough to recognize a microbe, a little grammar, but not enough to enable them to speak correct English, a little foreign language, but not enough to ask for a drink, a little spelling, but not enough to spell correctly. This condition is not modern. It was in effect with I went to school. At that time, I thought it wrong and I have no reason to change my mind.
It is a sad condition especially in this day when boys and girls are expected to hit the ball. This string begins with a brewery and ends with a school. Hot ziggity dog.
The Matagorda County Tribune,
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Night in the Southland was falling. Sun light was fading in the west. Here and there a star brightened a little space. In the north a mountain of fleecy cloud showed canyons and gashes and under the mountains snow cap, gray clouds drifted by. The sun dipped low from the sweep of the bay’s tossing waters, that appeared to be kissing the passing day. Low dunes of red and purest white, shot with pools of shifting shadow, billowed away until misted and veiled in sunset’s rioting colors. The play of soundless flames. Slanting lances of sunset fire. Golden fire! The sun sank below the horizon and under the stars was a shadowy mysterious beauty. Sheer vaultings, like towers of glitterin’ granite. Circling cliffs over a black and sullen sea. Blue misted fringes, made a dome of deep sapphire, merged into liquid cyan blue and dreamy turquoise. At times, one might see the smoke of camp fires and vision flickering flames. Flames spread and waved like rainbows shot apart, each color distinct. Bands of violet, greens, reds, merge and turn to orange, to gold, to crimson. Clouds wave like the curtain of a great stage. Cerise and orange banners flash and flame in the sky. Then comes the soft comforting dusk. As the glowing copper sun sinks behind the powder puff clouds, dusk comes, restful dusk and the prairie is tinted in a reddish haze. With topaz-jade eye the moon strikes opalescent flames. One after the other lights appear across the bay. The white houses of the “City-by-the-Sea” fade from view. A star reflects its light in the waters of the bay. Night is here and the bay on its beautiful bosom, the reflection of a purple and velvet throne. God is in His heavens and peace is on earth. Night! Blessed night. I have watched the NRA plan and the Blue Eagle and so far as I can observe there are only two things neglected. One is a code for nursing babies, telling when and how long they may nurse and the other is a code limiting the labor of prisoners of twenty hours per week and allowing them to have week-end trips outside the walls. When these codes are approved we shall see the end of depression. Saturday Mr. T. M. Thompson was taken to the Bay City hospital for an emergency situation. Reports state that he is now making a satisfactory recovery. Monday while Mrs. Brack English was visiting at the home of her daughter, fell while walking in the house and sustained such an injury to her spine as to require taking her to the Bay City hospital. For more than a year I have been corresponding with a syndicate which expressed a desire to buy and operate the Collegeport branch of the Missouri Pacific. Yesterday I received another letter re-opening the matter. This letter stated “As I believe I previously advised you, my plan of proposed operation would contemplate a very economical type of service, but providing more frequent train service together with store door service delivery and pick up.” It would appear to be a very fine solution of the situation and with small encouragement from the citizens the deal might go through. The service as I have been informed would consist of a light one man equipment capable of hauling one or two freight cars when required and would make two round trips each day. Mr. Trimble, a federal engineer, was here Wednesday accompanied by Mr. George Harrison, county commissioner. Mr. Trimble was making a preliminary survey of the erosion situation on this side of the bay. He stated that actual work on the sea wall would begin soon after January first. About one mile of structure will be built on the Palacios side and a half mile on the Collegeport side and the work will take about seven months. I have a crown to place on the brow of Mr. Jack Barnett because he went to Austin for more than thirty days. Mr. Barnett is entitled to our thanks for the personal sacrifice that he might assist in a patriotic work. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, made an official visit to Collegeport Tuesday. Mrs. Martyn is assisting Dr. Male in the work of installing sanitary pit toilets in the rural schools of the county. This is a valuable health work, which will become of greater value, if the parents after inspecting these sanitary toilets, will erect them in the homes. It must be six or five weeks since I have heard from Frances and Elizabeth Eisel…to send a detecative up around the land of rosin chawers and hawg eaters, in hopes that I may once more make contact with these two delights. Ruth Boeker is one good scout. Like all good scouts, she believes in doing a good turn. She did me two good turns this week, both of them appreciated. Thoughtful generous young girl. The Markham team trouped down here Friday to engage with the local school tem. The first half stood 8-0 in favor of the home team but after that fine start, they seemed to lose pep and the game finished 12-8 in favor of the visitors. The bill passed by the legislature exempting this precinct from state taxes for a period of years and carrying an appropriation for the engineering expense, has been signed by the governor and is now a law. The next move will be the calling of a special election to vote a bond issue in the sum of $150,000. The bonds will be purchased by the Reconstruction Finance Corporation at par and will be retired by the tax exemption money. Thus the construction of the sea walls at Palacios and Collegeport will not cost our people one penny. It will not increase our tax rate one farthing. If we were not allowed to use this tax exemption money for this purpose the money would be paid over to the state for the general fund. In no event could it be used for local purposes. It is the usual state tax which we pay each year. In considering how we should vote on the proposition it might be well to understand the situation and comprehend that this is in the last analysis a gift from the state. Perhaps the best joke canners play on the public is the “pork and bean” joke. The cans contain plenty of beans but the pork is not larger than a bats eye. The other day we opened a can of “pork and beans” and had lots of fun seeing which of us would first find the pork. The miserable wretch won first prize. The papers are full of the slogan “Now Is The Time to Buy” but I read little of “Now Is The Time to Sell Right.” Many dealers taking advantage of the reconstruction movement, have slowly and craftily, pushed prices up a few notches beyond the point allowed by the code. It is all right for the buyer to buy fairly but on the other side the dealer should sell fairly. Up to date I have observed no movement that increases the buyers ability to buy. It is one thing to advise people to buy and another thing to enable them to buy. It has been a one side slogan up to date so far as I am able to perceive. The Boeker store has installed a set of new scales. They are not only beautiful but sweet and clean as an angel’s kiss and as white as the soul of a cherubim. On the front one reads “Honest Weight.” This statement is not necessary in the Boeker store, for no person as yet has detected any of the force weighing thumbs. I would not object if Ruth weighed her thumbs if delivery was made.
The Matagorda County Tribune, November 2,
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Editor-in-Chief - Rosalie Nelson Assistant Editor - Georgia Hejtmanek Assistant Editor - Annette Johnson Reporters - Emma Kuchar, Earline Hill, Robert Liggett and Viola Prunty
What Makes A Home Interesting?
A home is a place where all members of the family co-operate and get along with one another. Therefore a home is made interesting by the people who live in it. Everyone in the family must be agreeable and pleasant with the other members who live there.
In order to make a home interesting, everything must be planned for every member of the family. If the father and mother spend their evenings reading the daily paper, the children can play games among themselves and entertain each other. Everyone should work during working hours, then during the recreation period, each person can do as he or she pleases.
Much happiness in the home depends on cleanliness. If the home is not clean and comfortable, it can not possibly be interesting to anyone in the family. The house may not be elaborately furnished, but it can be attractively arranged.
Keep the youngsters entertained at home and they will not seek amusements elsewhere. At no time should any of the family be ashamed to invite anyone else to come in.
The keynote in keeping the home interesting is "co-operation."--Blanch Adams.
Basketball
Last Friday evening, a large group of people witnessed a very exciting game of basketball between the Markham girls and the Bay View girls. It seemed that the ball just couldn't miss when Blanch got it. It seemed to realize that it was in the hands of its mistress. However, without the aid of the other forwards and the splendid guards, Blanch could not have done nearly so well. Every person who played in the game was a star in her own capacity. For many this was their first game. We feel sure that after they have made such a spectacular beginning, they will continue the good work and bring home the championship this year. The score was 15-4. The lineup was forwards: Blanch Adams, Rosalie Nelson, Billie Crabill; Guards: Fawn Adams, Georgia Hejtmanek, Emma Kuchar; Substitutes: Earlene Hill, Ellen Adams, Clara Nicholson, Jane Ackerman.
On the same evening, our Bay View boys went down in defeat to the Markham boys. They played a fast and an interesting game. There was some outstanding playing in spite of the many fouls called on each side. The boys seemed to not be able to adjust themselves to the lights. Though we have been beat before by Markham, there will come a day when we shall come home victorious. Stay right in there boys and fight, fight, fight.
A game at home Wednesday afternoon. Come one, come all. Let's help the boys beat Gulf.
Attention, Hark, Listen. This Means You.
Friday night there will be an oyster supper and auction sale at the Community House for the benefit of the Bay View Athletic Fund. We need some ditto supplies, etc. The date is Nov. 10, the hour is 7 p. m. and the place is the Community House, the town is Collegeport. Everybody is invited and everybody is welcome.
Girl Reserve News.
Miss Charlie Mae Carter, who had been in a wreck recently, found it impossible to meet with the girls last week when she was in Matagorda County. She conferred with Miss Bell. Miss Carter has made plans to be with the girls at their next regular meeting, Nov. 10.--Georgia Hejtmanek.
Fifth and Sixth Grades.
We are again the losers of two of our classmates, Johnnie Mae Stanley, who moved to San Augustine and Doris Caldwell, who moved to Palacios. We hope these two young people will make as good records there as they did here.
Honor Roll.
Fifth Grade: Frances Brimberry, Norine Harvey, Alletha Hill, Ethel Nelson. Sixth Grade: Ellen Adams, Viola Prunty, Louise Emmert.
Third and Fourth Grades
A Honor Roll: Delvin Harvey B Honor Roll: Marcus Harvey, Kent Boeker, Thomas Alexander, W. H. Stanley, Wanda Hill, Francis Johnson, Billie Underwood, Oneida Bullington, Lucille Dickert, Adda Bagley, Ruby Grace Prunty.
C. B. and W. H. Stanley have moved to East Texas. Nancy Lou Crabill has moved to San Marcos and Vaughn Carswell has gone to Palacios. We are sorry to lose these pupils.
A very interesting art lesson was given Monday by Mrs. Ivy Grantham. It was about color.
Francis Johnson has returned to school after suffering from a wound caused by a fall from a horse.
Primary Notes.
Among those on the sick list the past few days are Felipe Estrada, Ramon Harvey, Donald King and Sarah Fossett.
Despite bad weather and colds, the attendance in the primary room is always good.
Local News.
Miss Beryl Bell motored to Houston with Mrs. Claire F. Pollard Saturday to attend a district meeting of teachers and superintendents of district 21, which is comprised of Matagorda, Jackson, Fort Bend, Brazoria, Galveston, Harris, Waller and Wharton counties. Miss Bell reports a very interesting address given by Dr. L. A. Woods, state superintendent of public instruction. The keynote of this address was that we as teachers must teach the children "How to live and how to make a living."
Mr. Dinkins, in his opening address, stated that we are but soldiers in a great army. We must fight shoulder to shoulder in the ranks of that great army of education in the battle against ignorance--that great enemy of civilization. There must be no superior officers, because then the great mission which is ours has failed.
Mr. T. M. Thompson, who has been gradually recovering, has been removed from the Loos Hospital.
Misses Harris and Chapman were week-end visitors in Bay City.
Mr. T. P. White spent the weekend in Houston having gone over to attend the teachers' meeting.
The Nelson family were Palacios visitors Saturday. Rosalie came home minus a tooth. We hope she won't go often if that is the way they are going to treat her.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 9, 1933 |
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When things get dull, the Collegeport Girl Reserves give a party and when they give a party, it is one worth attending. After the beautiful ceremonial for the six new members of the club at the community house on Tuesday night, they made things happen at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Elliot Curtis.
The ghoulish theme started with the clever invitations. The guests who were teachers and friends, who didn't come as ghosts had to pay a fine. All the spirits were numbered and every one made out lists of who the mysteries were. Mr. T. P. White won with thirteen out of sixteen who were masked, and Miss Chapman was voted the best ghost.
After unmasking, the initiates were taken through the hall of heroes and brought down shaking to have a race, pushing moth balls across the room with their noses--quite interesting--to spectators. Then everyone enjoyed a number of good games, ending with the apple bobbing contest which is a Hallowe'en classic, but still funny. The Girl Reserves further clinched their popularity by serving dainty sandwiches and delicious punch. The table was lovely in black and orange and the house was decorated with crepe paper, miniature sprights and marigolds.
The more limber guests danced until ten-thirty, school night, you know. Everyone had a fine time but that's what makes a Girl Reserve invitation so coveted. If entertaining was all the girls had to learn, Miss Bell should be complimented on the hostesses she is turning out.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 9, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
I do not yield to any man in interest for the construction of a viaduct or causeway across the bay connecting county highway 58 and the town of Palacios. The completion of this much desired project means more than just a crossing to Palacios. It means a completed Hug-the-Coast to Matagorda, Freeport and Galveston. At present, we appear to be up against a stalemate. The pot simmers, but it does not bubble. It appears to me, that we who are interested in this snuggling the coast highway, need to do some co-ordinated planning. Co-ordination is a big word that many do not understand and a few fear it, but it really is a simple thing, but often difficult to put into action. Co-ordinate effort simply means "To give a common action, movement or condition; to regulate and combine, so as to produce harmonious action." Regulate--combine--common action--harmonious action. This is the situation we who live on both sides of the bay are confronted with. The only thing that will relieve the irritating situation is some co-ordinated planning so that we may go before the state highway commission with common action and movement.
This can only be done by the use of clean co-operation and co-ordination. The people who live in this part of Matagorda County and on opposite sides of the bay have common interests. Social, business, religious, education, amusement and in common they share the same ideals. They can never mingle and enjoy these privileges unless the barrier, which now makes intercourse so difficult, is removed. I have watched the progress of the causeway project closely and much to my regret, there are a few who are trying to inject politics into the movement. This is all wrong and patriotic folk should frown upon such attempts.
The causeway is not a political necessity. It is an economic necessity and for that reason politics should not be injected into the project. Any man low enough to attempt to use such a wonderful community builder as a lever to build himself politically, is unworthy of our support or confidence. In the last analysis, the people living in the territory adjacent to both sides of the bay are entitled to free and through methods of traffic because of the savings in proper intercourse necessary for the transaction of business, agriculture, industry and society. It is essential that those most interested wake up at once because now is the time for action. Now is the time when our people and the rumbling traffic of the coast country should be presented with needed facilities for easy transportation from one coast point to another and cease being compelled to travel miles out of the way. I urge, therefore, that we take some action that will bring about a co-ordinated plan, which will urge our state and federal commissions to bring about in the near future effective action. We must concentrate on the causeway, we must evaluate the causeway, we must think causeway.
"Inveniam viam aut faciam." [“I shall either find a way or make one.”]
Had two letters from readers this week, one from North Texas. "We missed your "Thoughts" in the Tribune week before last. What was the matter? Hope you were not sick.
The other came from Central Texas. "Your 'Thoughts' were fine this week. I expect you will get a storm of criticism on your head about upholding the beer drinking drunkards of this country. But what do you care? And your description of the beer since is legalized, compared to the bootleg beer is right--for a brewery is the cleanest place imaginable."
Both letters from women readers. I intend to write to President Roosevelt and advise that he put the QT on the "Now is the time to buy" slogan and adopt a new one which reads "Now is the Time to Advertise." If there has been in the last twenty-five years, when advertising is a necessity, It is right on the present.
Have just heard that "little bright eyes" sometimes called Mary Ellen Foster, is now Mrs. Claude Barte. I am surprised that Mary Ellen would undertake the journey without first consulting me, but so long as she has, I give my blessing and hope she has a long and happy life with the man of her choice. I have never seen the groom, but he must be a fine fellow to win out with as fine a girl as is Mary Ellen. I suppose I'll have to cut out the "bright eye" stuff in the future and write Mrs. Claude Barte.
Wednesday night us Homecrofters had the pleasure of entertaining at dinner Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse; Dr. Leonard Male and Dr. John L. Mortimer, both of the gentlemen from the state department of health. They are in the county in the interest of a valuable health sanitation project.
Friday night, Nov. 10, the school will give a supper in which Mr. Ostra Virginiaia will take a prominent part. For two bits, one may have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Ostrea on very intimate terms. Trade tickets from most of the county merchants will be sold at auction and I am informed that among the tickets will be some rare bargains. Colonel Thomas Endive Fulcher will handle the red flag and that insures active sales with good prices. I hope the school takes a million of our depressed dollars, for most of the kids need new sweaters for the coming winter.
J. B. McCain, at one time cashier of the Collegeport State Bank, was in town Friday calling on old friends. He is selling an automobile accident policy which is so sweet and attractive, that if he would furnish me with an auto, so I could have an accident, I would sign up. The policy even pays if a man cuts his face while shaving in an auto.
A Tribune reader from way out "Where the West Begins," writes me thus: "Well it looks as though public works jobs will eventually go through. The hard part is that most of this work is supposed to be an emergency measure, and some has been ready for four months and is still unapproved. But then perhaps they know what they are doing. But in the meantime, the laborers, for whom the work is primarily intended, will starve to death or freeze to death when winter comes." This is only one, but there are frequent complaints of the slowness of government works. Too much red tape in all government business. The men who handle these affairs have no occasion to worry for they all draw salaries, but the men who want work and are ready to work, must continue to suffer. We have an example right at home. The sea wall proposition drags along waiting for the approval of a board and the causeway also is the victim of procrastination. In the meantime, men right here in Palacios and Collegeport wait for work and families suffer. Wonder how long these people will be obliged to wait for food and clothes?
One of the best things from the Caligraf of Cary Miller is the poem that appeared in Friday's Tribune, "If You Know Someone Cares." It's so good that I am putting it in my scrap book along side of "Thoughts."
Frank Putnam's tax article is fine stuff and hits the nail on the head. Might be a good plan to elect him governor of Texas. This tax business is a rich joke. I read in the papers that in Harris County, one hundred thousand dollars of cash on hand was rendered for taxation and this with millions of money on deposit in the banks. Why is this cash so much more sacred than the homestead? If this is not a tax joke, I know not where to find one.
Houston may brag about its Bob-cats, but down here we have Wild-cats. Several of them have been living on frying size chickens that Mrs. Burton Hurd raised. It at last became so monotonous and tiresome, that a wild cat hunt was organized and now two big pelts hang on the wall. About twenty-five fryers have been contributed to date.
Down on Fulcher Boulevard, Mr. J. S. Conover is erecting a new residence. It is being erected on NRA rules and plans and employs local labor only with NRA pay and hours. A large Colonial gallery is across the front, screening the entrance with liberal windows on each side. I am informed that the residence, when completed, will be occupied by Mr. T. P. White, superintendent of the Bay View school. No one can keep Collegeport from growing.
Friday one of the men employed on the oil well east of town was seriously injured while pulling pipe. He was taken to the Bay City hospital.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 9, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
The other day I visited the library owned and operated by the Collegeport Woman's Club. As I looked over the beautiful room and the cases filled with books and saw the faces of the children who were asking for books, I thought "How true it is that tall trees from little acorns grow.” My thoughts went back twenty-five years to the day when Mrs. Burton Hurd suggested to a few ladies the library idea. The suggestion took. Books were donated by the club members. Visitors to the town were asked to make gifts. Club funds were used to purchase books. For several years the library might have been called a traveling library, for the club was obliged to move from place to place seeking a home. At last a movement was underway for a permanent building and it now stands on a corner lot across the street from the school campus and it is houses fifteen hundred books. In addition, about eighty books have been loaned to the Bay View School. The building is of the bungalow type, painted white and finished inside with sheet rock in panels. The interior is well furnished and it is open every Friday from noon until five o'clock and it is in every sense a free public library as no fees are charged for its use. When books are not returned in two weeks, a fine is required and the fine money is used to purchase new books.
Books have been presented from people in New York and nearly every state to California and also from Manila, Philipena Islands.
Looking over the shelves I found two books that from their appearance showed that they are not often called for. One was a history of Masonry and the other bore on the back the words Holy Bible. The former should be read by every member of the Masonic order, for it goes way back in the very dim past and reveals the historic beginning of that ancient order. I know of no book that has enjoyed such a wide circulation, has been printed in so many languages as the Bible.
If one enjoys poetry, here it is found in richest language. Romance is found in many Bible tales. Read the story of Ruth, Queen Esther and other remarkable women. The story of the captain of the King's Hosts, who suffering from leprosy, refused to bathe in the River Jordan. This man had riches, power, fine position, in the King's service, but he was a leper. He scoffed at the instructions of the prophet and he was taught a lesson. A wonderful tale with a great moral. If one is interested in genealogy, it is here, bringing down for many generations family history.
Travel, biography, fiction, science, all are here for he who would read. The story of the Prodigal Son is of intense interest. It tells plainly why the prodigal son left home and why he returned. This tale is duplicated to this day, when thousands of boys and girls have been lured away from the protective love of parents and too many of them never return.
It tells of the sorrowing father and his joy when the son came back to the home place. If one is able to visualize these wonderful stories and bring them to this date the thrill one enjoys is as satisfying as when one reads a more modern tale. The trials, persecutions and tribulations of the Jewish race and their escape from bondage, their wars, the rise and fall of their kings, the building of cities and the temple furnish rich romance. In this book, one finds fascinating tales. Stories of adventure, ghostly yarns, tales of love, of the sea, of battles of destruction, of honor and virtue. The most wonderful story to be found is the story of the birth, life, travels and death of Jesus Christ. If one craves excitement, here it is found. Entrancing entertainment for a year of nights.
The Woman's Club met Thursday in the Community House, but because of the chilly weather, only five were present. Those who had charge of the program with Mrs. McCune were not present, so the latter made no attempt to carry out the program. Mrs. Hurd brought in a delicious apple pie which being cut into five generous pieces, was quickly absorbed by the faithful.
We have been served with notice that our Portsmouth Limited will from this date be limited to once each week. The whistle will blow on Saturdays only and that express service is also abandoned. All our people who are interested in the construction of a causeway should throw their freight and express business to the Southern Pacific as by doing this we will be entitled to some very powerful aid in furthering the construction of this much needed traffic facility.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, was here Friday employing some men to work on the Ashby school sanitary project. I might explain that in the technical language of the engineers, this is known as a privio.
Sunday, us Homecrofters were well fed, thanks to Mrs. Carl Boeker, who having been successful a floundering, sent up two big ones and then to top it off, Mr. Vernon King Hurd provided an abundance of spare ribs. Thus we are saved from starvation.
Ducks and geese are coming in large numbers and in a few days will be heard the boom of guns.
The Beacon carried a fine article from the pen of Reverend Gillespie of us who are interested in the cause that brought much comfort to some way. The causeway is a traffic necessity for auto travelers, but it is a necessity to us, meaning I and the miserable wretch, so we may walk to service at St. John's Chapel. It would be a fine thing if the people on both sides could meet and discuss some plans for furthering the movement.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 16,1933 |
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Editor in Chief – Rosalie Nelson Ass't Editor – Georgia Hejtmanek Ass't Editor – Annette Johnson
The Child or the Dollar?
Education costs more now than it did in pioneer days because schools are better and more children attend them for longer periods. A majority of parents now desire their children to have the advantages of high school, which costs more then the elementary school. And yet American schools are run so economically that they give your child books, a classroom, equipment, a playground and a day's instruction under a well-prepared teacher, for the price of a golf ball or the cost of a box of candy. The average cost for a day's instruction for an American child is only a forty-nine cents. Of the forty-nine cents, the teacher receives about twenty-eight cents. Suppose you had to engage a tutor to teach your child in your home. Such service often costs $1 to $2 per hour.
In proportion to the magnitude of its helpfulness, the number of children, the number of hours, the variety of activities, the care for each individual child, the preparation necessary for teaching, the high responsibility―the school is relatively inexpensive. Let us all join hands to give to our young people the best possible preparation for life. Let us keep our children first.
“A nations concern over education measures its interest in its own future.”
Senior-Junior Notes.
Our literature class will soon begin the study of the “Age of Johnson.” Here's hoping it will be as interesting as the “Age of Shakespeare.”
In grammar we are now studying what I call real grammar. I wonder if we can keep on friendly terms with the clauses.
The junior class is progressing very nicely with their Spanish, but they can't say so much for their geometry.
We all wonder what Blanch will do with herself now since Pat has gone.
Sophomores.
The ninth grade is finishing “The Tale of Two Cities.” We have found it to be very interesting. How nicely it fits in with our history.
Six weeks examinations come next week. That accounts for all the studious Sophs.
Wade seems to want to write notes during study period.
Pat Jenkins has moved away to Dilley. He was one of our best basketball players, too. We are sorry to lost him.
Most of the basketball players are Sophs. I guess we are quite an important group after all.
Basketball Notes.
The Bay View Bob Cats suffered their third defeat of the season from the Markham High School last Wednesday. The girls evened the count for the boys by defeating the Markham girls by the score of 16 to 7.
The Bay View High and Blessing High split a twin bill Friday afternoon in two hard-fought battles. The Bay View boys took their game by a score of 13 to 10, while the Bay View girls lost theirs by 11 to 13. That was the first loss for the girls in three starts.
Primary Notes.
The primary room has a new pencil sharpener, globe and reading table cover which are welcome additions.
We have a new pupil whom we all welcome, Dolores Guyer from Prairie Center.
Locals.
Mr. Allan Fox returned to Port O'Connor after visiting with his sister, Mrs. Percy Corporon of Citrus Grove.
Several of the Collegeport people went to the meetings conducted by Mr. Anderson of College Station of the Presbyterian Church last week.
Miss Harris spent the week-end in Clemville.
Lloyd Arnold was an Austin visitor Sunday.
A. W. Underwood and Allan McCune went to Palacios Sunday.
Bridge Party.
Miss Beryl Bell and Mrs. Elliott Curtis entertained Thursday night with three tables of bridge at the beautiful day shore home of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd.
At the conclusion of the games, the guests were served delicious shrimp salad, coffee and fruit cookies.
After the refreshments, they discussed the organization of a bridge club similar to the one of last year. Mrs. McCune was elected president and Miss Nelle Harris, secretary-treasurer. It was decided that the club meet every other Tuesday night, taking the homes alphabetically.
Those enjoying this delightful affair were Misses Vera Williams, Louise Walter, Eleanor Chapman, Nelle Harris, Messrs. Verne Batchelder, Melvin Spoor, T. P. White, Harold Lloyd, Raymond Black of Blessing; Messrs. and Mesdames Douglas Whitehead, Elliott Curtis.--Cary Miller Whitehead.
A Pounding For Mr. White.
Last Wednesday evening after Mr. White had been for a long but short ride with his friend, Manford Foster, he returned to his domicile to find his library table heavily laden. About that time queer noises were heard in the rear of the building. To his surprise a happy group emerged from the kitchen. He received numerous useful gifts, which will not be mentioned at this time.
The host was finally persuaded to get some tables and chairs so that the guests might enjoy a few games of bridge. After several games, the host, assisted by Mr. Elliott Curtis (chef), served hot cocoa and cakes.
To complete the party plans, a group beautifully and artistically decorated the room while he was away for the chairs and tables.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 23, 1933
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To Whom IT May Concern:
This letter is written for the benefit of those who will perhaps wonder as to how the money raised by the Bay View High School was expended.
On account of the financial conditions in the Collegeport Rural High School District No. 26, there have been no funds available for anything other than to pay bus drivers, teachers' salaries, fuel bills and the necessary maintenance expenses. Therefore, funds for athletic equipment has this year, as in the preceding years, had to come from some local source. Our knowing this condition and at the same time knowing the absolute necessity of the various kinds of playground and athletic equipment, set ourselves to the task of financing these expenditures as best we could by giving various forms of entertainments—sponsored by the school.
The different events that we have sponsored have netted us the approximate sum of $199.59. This money has been deposited in the First National Bank of Bay City, with the exception of a few things that were bought early in the year. We did this in order that the books would be properly kept of the assets and liabilities of the incomes derived from the various events that we have sponsored for the above mentioned purposes. At a later date, we will give the news an itemized statement of the correct amounts derived from each sale and the exact amount of the cost of the various articles bought.
The news has come to the school already that, seemingly, there is a doubt in the minds of some as to what we have collected, and as to whether or not it will all be expended for the benefit of the school or applied to the personal use of some of the faculty. Anyone interested in this enough to talk about it, please find out the facts. Then narrate it as widely as possible, but be sure that you know whereof you speak. We are doing this for the school without any idea of personal gain from any source; therefore, do not unjustly criticize anyone about it.
We have suited out the basketball boys, also the girls team will be suited with nice suits. We have bought balls, bats, classroom equipment—bought a clock for the school, installed a bell system and done many things that were essential to the school—in that they were all truly needed for work and for play.
In the near future, a master copy will be made itemizing the proceeds and the expenditures. Then copies will be run off on our Ditto machine and sent out to every home in the district.
We thank everyone for the support given us in putting over the different events that the school sponsored. Without that support, our efforts would have been in vain. We will not attempt having any other get together for the purpose of raising school funds, and if any other organization desires funds; then, we at your service—will support anything for the good of the community, or the church.
Signed: T. P. White, Superintendent B. V. H. S., Collegeport, Texas.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 23, 1933
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Good Schools in Bad Times
Common sense suggests that in bad times we preserve first the things which are most important.
When trouble comes, we turn to fundamentals. Home comes dearer. Neighbors and friends mean more; we understand better the mission of the church. We appreciate the services of the school. If schools are a blessing in good times, they are an imperative necessity in bad times. They safeguard the health of the child; they fortify the home; they give hope and encouragement to citizens who are the victims of misfortune, but we can take satisfaction that their children are cared for. The schools are ourselves working together in the education of our children. When times are hard, we need to make that education better—to take more seriously our common task of preparing the young for life.
Times which suggest retrenchment call for increased safeguards for schools. Next to food, clothing and shelter, they stand between us and chaos. Let us preserve and improve our schools. Let us keep the children first.
Taxes are the price we pay as citizens for such services as schools, playgrounds, parks, streets, police and courts. Whenever we cut taxes, we must reduce some of these services to ourselves. Our public services—in proportion to their basic importance—are probably the least expensive services we buy.
High School.
Our school gave an oyster supper and auction sale Friday night at the Community House to raise money for school supplies. We cleared a considerable amount of money. An exact account of the money made and expenditures will be made at a later date. The Girl Reserves served the supper.
What a glorious game we witnessed Friday! The Bay Cubs scored 20-2 against Gulf. We have waited a long time for that chance. At last we did it! Splendid work, boys, keep it up. We consider this our greatest victory thus far.
Both the girls and boys teams will play Markham Wednesday afternoon. Friday afternoon we shall all go to Blessing and show them just how the game goes. We may be small, but we are mighty. We are out to win that championship this year.
What a happy lot of basketball folks we have! Both teams will be suited out in their new suits after this week. Let's hope they don't change our luck from good to bad. We shall all have to play harder than ever. We, the girls, hope that the boys appreciate theirs as much as we do ours.
Junior and Senior Notes.
We are so sorry that Auldine Williams is absent from classes because of illness. We look forward to her being with us again.
At last we are through with the study of punctuation. We even dreamed about commas, restrictive clauses and non-restrictive clauses, semicolons, dashes, etc. What a great relief for both—the teacher and the pupils.
We claim the honor of having one of the honor students in the schools. Georgia Hejtmanek made a general average of 90 1/4 per cent.
Bay City, Texas, Nov. 9, 1933. English II Class Collegeport, Texas
My Young Friends:
I am writing this letter, but I have read somewhere, “Better late than never.” I think that applies in this case.
I have read the themes you wrote in class on the occasion of my last visit to you. I am pleased by the general neatness of appearance of the papers and also by the content of each theme. After careful comparison, I have decided that the best paper as to content, correctness of form and of spelling and general appearance is the one written by Irwon Blackwell, with Pat Jenkins running a close second. I am using Irwon's paper in my school notes this week.
I enclose some sentences clipped from several papers for your criticism. There may be an error in spelling, or in grammar, or in composition. Find it.
Your friend, Claire F. Pollard County Superintendent
Freshman Notes.
We are very proud to have George Alice as our honor student. Her average for the first six weeks was 94 1/4 per cent.
We have some new report books for our recreational writing. We are very proud of them. Miss Bell has offered a prize to the most attractive one at the end of the term.
Fifth and Sixth Grades.
We still have on the 100 per cent list in spelling five names—namely, Ethel Nelson, Norine Harvey, Louise Emmert, Joe Earl Pollard and Viola Prunty. Miss Chapman is going to give a prize to the ones who make a hundred every day in spelling between Oct. 5 and Dec. 23.
Ellen Adams has made a hundred every day in arithmetic this month. Is she smart!
Monday, Nov. 13, the fifth, sixth, and seventh grades gave Miss Chapman a fruit, nut and candy shower as birthday remembrances. She was surely surprised. She promises to be rather nutty for a while.
Locals.
Mr. Allen Fox., of Port O'Connor, is down visiting his sister, Mrs. Percy Corporon.
Citrus Grove has discontinued their Sunday school until March.
News has reached us that our former classmate and friend, Frances Eisel, is married. Frances, we sincerely wish you and friend husband a very happy, blissful life for many, many years to come.
If the weather permits, the annual Thanksgiving dinner will be held at Citrus Grove as usual.
Mr. T. P. White, accompanied by Mr. And Mrs. Elliott Curtis, attended to some school business in Houston Saturday.
Tuesday, Mrs. Leola Sides met with the 4-H girls to discuss another year's work. She met with girls from all grades. The club was organized with the following officers: President, Annette Johnson Vice President, Billie Crabill Secretary-Treasurer, George Alice Jones Song Leader, Lottie Mae Johnson Reporter, Jane Ackerman Sponsor, Miss Louise Walter.
Our bedroom demonstrator won third in the county last year. We sincerely hope that each girl will work a little harder this year and win as many prizes as possible for a club to win.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 23, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
This is the week that geese and ducks are supposed to visit this section and it is reported by those who live on and near the rice fields that we have more birds than for the past five or six years. Soon as the season opened, scores of out of town hunters appeared and practically all secured the limit. Many local men were out and some of them had the pleasure of bringing down their first goose. Carl and Hubert Boeker, with a guest from Palacios, took the bag limit as did Miller and Whitehead. Us Homecrofters enjoyed roast game the next day.
The past few nights have been ideal for floundering. Mrs. Boeker took twenty-two one night, the largest weighing six pounds.
I read many interesting things in the papers and Monday's Tribune informed me that Frances Eisel was now Mrs. John Ross Chitwood. It appears that the marriage was celebrated in the First Methodist Church, Shreveport at high noon, Tuesday, Nov. 9. The groom is employed by the North and South Oil Company operating at Buckeye and the newly weds are living in Bay City. Frances lived in Collegeport from the time of small girlhood until womanhood was reached. She is one of the most capable, intelligent and interesting girls this place has produced. She is beautiful in form, face and figure, a sweet wonderful girl, loved by all who know her. Those who doubt this statement are referred to Capt. Hill, her grandfather. John Ross Chitwood has won a grand prize as he will realize as the years pass. I have never met him, but all I wish is that God treats him as he treats Frances.
“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.
The King's Daughters met Thursday with Mrs. John Carrick.
Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, home demonstration agent, visited this place Tuesday and organized a girls demonstration club.
Miss Carter was here Friday interviewing the local Girl Reserves. Plans are being made for increased activities the coming season.
The sky in the northwest is brilliantly illuminated at night by the flames from the burning oil well near Louise. The well came in last week and caught fire soon after and has been flaming since then. With the burning torch at Buckeye and the one at Louise, we need one east of town to complete the circle.
Friday night the Misses Bell, Chapman and Harris gave a bridge party at the Hurd home. Four tables were used, delicious refreshments were served by Mrs. Hurd and a very enjoyable affair was had. Before breakup, the last season's bridge club was revived, new officers elected and it will function during the winter months.
Molly is no more. She passed away Friday after calf birth. She was a fine Jersey cow the property of Vernon Hurd. The little son she left, weighs about twenty-five pounds, but takes his milk regularly and is a chipper young rascal.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 23, 1933
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High School Notes.
Another six weeks is gone and examination time is here again. They are getting harder every week, so give us your good wishes.
We are getting holidays Thursday and Friday. This will give us time to digest our Thanksgiving dinners before we have to worry about lessons again.
Senior Notes.
The seniors are getting ready for their second six-weeks exams. Then comes Thanksgiving. What are we going to do during these holidays? Ah, I know we are not going to study.
The science class is glad the six weeks' exams are here, because they expected a little “pop quiz” every other day.
Freshman Notes.
We have just finished a chronological review in history. We found it to be rather interesting.
Here are some riddles which were read in Spanish class:
Who is it that eats with another man's teeth? What resembles the half of a moon? (Answers given next week.)
The following resolutions have been adopted:
George Alice resolves to speak when spoken to. Lottie Mae resolves to refrain from eating pecans and chewing gum in school. Roberta resolves never to pop her fingers again. Wanda resolves to study more in the future. Dan resolves to think before he speaks. August resolves to practice speaking Spanish as he is very low in that particular subject.
Can You Imagine.
Earline wearing bangs? Billie not saying something? Auldine not painting her lips? Blanch not giggling? Rosalie not chewing gum? Georgia not blushing when her beau speaks to her? Billie not squeaking when Georgia sticks her with a pin? Annette changing the subject when the girls speak of her visitors? Auldine and Annette answering up in geometry class? Emma in love with a cowboy? Irwon holding Noel's head? Fawn going anywhere without Wade?
I Wonder Why.
Fawn and Blanche giggle when you mention cheese? Clara has a cold? Georgia wants El Maton for her future home? Rosalie seemed to be so happy this week-end? Irwon can't reduce? Goose winks at Earline? (Maybe it's her bangs.) George Alice steals glances at Dan so often? Billie doesn't ever lose anything? Roberts selects a desk next to Gifford? Eldon isn't interested in Collegeport girls? Wade goes to Bay View? Annette is checking up on Fawn? Little Buddy blushes? Doodle isn't lucky enough to get those corners saved by Earline? Noel isn't provided with extra shoulders?
Girl Reserve Notes. The Girl Reserves recognized the seventh grade girls last Friday. We now have a junior Girl Reserves or little sisters.
Mrs. Roy Nelson served the senior Girl Reserves with an old-fashioned dinner at her home last Friday. After everyone had partaken to capacity, we tacked out a comfort which will be given to the person holding the lucky number. Date will be announced later.
“Thanksgiving in Other Lands” is the topic of our Thanksgiving service Monday.
Locals.
Mr. T. P. White was a business visitor in Houston Saturday.
Last Friday evening, the Sunday School observed Thanksgiving by a program. Everyone reported a lovely time.
Reverend Wiley held church services here Sunday morning and evening.
Mrs. Della Braden, Margaret Ruth and Fred Taylor Matthes spent Sunday with the Nelsons.
Misses Louise Walter, Vera Williams, Beryl Bell were Bay City shoppers Saturday.
Misses Eleanor Chapman and Nelle Harris spent the week-end with their parents.
We are sorry that Mrs. Curtis has not been well.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 30, 1933 |
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Mesdames Hurd and Clapp and Mr. Vernon Hurd were seen on the streets of Bay City last Monday.
Those who are interested in knowing when the causeway will be open for traffic are advised to call on Miss Hattie [Kundinger] at the Collegeport Pharmacy. She claims to have some inside information that she received Sunday night while viewing the flaming oil well near Louise.
I have received a copy of the first number of "To-Day" published by Vincent Astor, with Raymond Moley as editor. It is an independent national weekly and sells for two frog skins per year. I will be independent so long as Vincent Astor is the angel, but after that, dunno. The first number is a dandy in text and dress and if I could find two frog skins, I would send in their hides and take "Today" for a year.
Frogs is scarce. In most foreign countries, cheese is an important food item, but in America where we have weeks, months, years dedicated to almost every thing--apples, prunes, spinach, flowers, umbrellas, button hooks, books, we have never honored cheese, but I am giving notice to the dealers in Bay City that the week of December 11 to 16 has been set aside as cheese week. That week I shall think about cheese and hope the merchants will feature cheese on their shelves and in their advertising.
Had a letter from Elizabeth Eisel and they are now located in Marshall. She is not going to school, for the superintendent of the Marshall school informs her that Bay View school, not being accredited, he cannot recognize the credits.
The old timers at Citrus Grove will get together this week and have their twenty-fifth Thanksgiving Community dinner. This had been an annual affair for many years and it offers opportunity for folk to mingle, talk over old times and get acquainted. No program is needed or desired at such affairs for people do not attend community dinners to listen to an entertainment. They are there to eat a good dinner and have a fine visit and they want nothing more.
Sunday, Reverend Wylie preached in the local church morning and evening. Mr. Wylie is a very attractive man and a good speaker and our community is complimented by his presence.
Last Friday night, a program was given for the purpose of raising some money for the Sunday School. The Sunday school manager ought to turn such an affair over to T. P. White and the Sunday School would soon be in ample funds.
I am informed that Dean and Dorothy Merck have bought the Thomas McMillan Clark house and soon as vacated by present occupants, will improve the property and make it their home.
The fire at the Louise oil well was extinguished Friday morning about five o'clock, this, after burning a full week. I am informed that the contractors at the local well having given up plans for removing the drill stem, have now side-tracked the stem and are now down about 6900 feet and in shale.
The miserable wretch is becoming a regular gad-about, for not content with going to Bay City on Monday she goes again with Miss Hattie on Wednesday. This time I went along and was soon sitting in that cozy, hot seat located in the northeast corner of the second floor of the Hamilton Building. Doctor Sholars laid out a set of jacks, crowbars, tongs and other wrecking tools and proceeded to operate. First he took a syringe that held about two quarts or less and squirted a gallon or less of dope along my windward jaw. He said this was a deadner, but he did not know what he said. Few doctors do. They just try to work on one's imagination. First he tried the ice tongs without result, then he inserted a six-inch screw jack which failed to dislodge and at last he took a crow bar, something less than six feet in length, and using a big block as a fulcrum, at last was able to extract a tooth that has been growling at me for several weeks. I don't' think there is in Texas a finer set of tools than he used, or a more efficient operator. O, boy, you should have seen his smile when he took the depressed dollar I handed him. He gave me a cordial invitation to call again.
Just as "Music hath power to soothe the savage breast" so a clean advertisement hath power to fool the eye and lure the hungry tummy. I saw a beautiful full page advertisement in colors showing a plate of noodle soup. It was a fine picture and the text was alluring. The whole ensemble was arranged to delight the eye and tantalize the taste. The text told about the bits of tender chicken floating in the soup and the delicately simmered noodles and the tempting aroma. The same day I bought a can of this marvelous soup and I prepared it according to directions. In the entire can, I found one bit of chicken not longer than a half-inch cube. Just the worn out "Pork and Beans" game. The noodles were white, slimy looking rascals. I thought that if the manufacturer would only have sense enough to purchase his noodles from Carrie Nelson, maker of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, he would have an item in its soup that would cause one to forget the chicken. The Carrie Nelson Noodles are a rich golden color and not only bits, but chunks of tender, delightful chicken float in the famous liquid. Several brands of noodle soup are on the market and all are shy on chicken and all noodles are floating about in white nakedness. It is a fortunate thing for the manufacturers of noodle soup that the public they appeal to is not informed on what makes first class noodle soup, else the women of one town would not have bought more than twenty thousand cans of a well advertised brand in one week. For me, there is only one brand of noodles.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 7, 1933
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Mrs. T. E. Slone, Mrs. S E. Mayo and Miss Meta Baxter were among those from Palacios who received invitations to the shower for Mrs. Claude Bartee, given by Mrs. L. M. Slone and Mrs. Elliott Curtis, at the home of the former in Collegeport, Wednesday afternoon, to attend. They report it as being a delightful affair and the honoree showered with beautiful and useful gifts.
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The town was deserted Thanksgiving Day for nearly every one went to Citrus Grove to attend the twenty-fifth annual community dinner. About one hundred and twenty-five people were present and enjoyed the bountiful well-laden tables and visited with old-time friends. That is the great thing about community dinners, the getting together. From Houston came Mr. And Mrs. Weborg, Mrs. Hoffman, Dr. and Mrs. Fawcett and their two sons. Others from various places all coming back for the one purpose of seeing old friends. Nearly every community in this county was represented. Next comes the annual community dinner at Collegeport which will be held on New Year's Day. This as well as the other had its birth in an idea twenty-five years ago. Us Homecrofters had guests from Palacios, Houston and Bryan and the table was a beauty with various dishes, silver, glass, candles, linen spreads, with a noble turkey dominating. We are very thankful this day and expressed our gratitude more than once. We have our children, kinfolk, many dear and wonderful friends, health and we feel rich in the blessings which make life a worth while thing. Thanksgiving! What a different one our ancestors had three hundred years ago. But even with the handicaps of hostile savages, a bitter winter, failure of scanty crops, a grasping, crawling cruel sea that threatened to engulf them each time they tried to draw from its bosom the sadly needed food the land denied them. They lifted their eyes to the heavens and thanked their God for the great blessings of freedom to worship. Today we live in peace and plenty. It appears to me that we have everything man might wish for and yet many of us are far from feeling satisfaction.
We are reaching out for more and more, trying for the impossible, for the things that do not bring lasting joy or spiritual contentment. I think we have too much and at times it seems that if we would only go back a few generations we might live closer to God.
When I was a boy with my sisters, on this day with father and mother we first attended the church service. That always came first. There we gave thanks for the blessings we enjoyed. After that the feasting, but never without the church service. It has been many years since I have heard church bells calling people to the feet of God on this day. I don't like it. I heartily wish the world would stop, look, listen and turn back in its mad flight for the uncatchable. For us Homecrofters with three score and ten years behind us, we face God with glad hearts and give thanks on this glorious sunshine day.
December first stirred just right for a big auto with yellow wheels approached our drive and hesitating a moment, drove in and soon we were surrounded by Mercks. Mercks on the right, Mercks on the left, in front and behind. Mrs. B. V. Merck, Mrs. Dean Merck and her son, Dean Franzen Merck, Mr. And Mrs. R. McRee (Theora Merck) and their two daughters, Sadie Zee and Sunshine. I reckon the latter was well named for the sun certainly did shine while she was present. It was a wonderful visit and down goes their names in our guest book. It's great to meet friends of so many years.
About twenty-four years ago the railroad company gave us a Thanksgiving present by operating trains into Collegeport. Today they are giving us another by checking out the agent, closing the station and Wednesday men will begin taking up the track. They will take away the rails and good ties, leaving balance for the buzzards. The water tank and windmill will be dismantled and the station houses and shelters wrecked and soon there will be nothing but the right of way. They secured the right of way to do this from the Interstate Commerce Commission, so I presume it is the right way to do it.
I have no regrets, for we have had no real service for some years and I do not blame the company in the least, for our people showed by their failure to use the railroad that it was not appreciated. Towns without railroads are not at all rare. There are many and there will be more, for short lines instead of being feeders are now bleeders. No business can prosper if it carries too many bloodsuckers. What we need and must have is the causeway. Give us that and we shall have reliable rail, postal, express, telegraph, telephone, gas, electric. It is all over there, three miles distant, and we may have it if we go for it in the right way. If the people of the community will swing their business to the Southern Pacific, it will greatly facilitate and hasten the construction of the causeway.
Will they do it or will they dawdle along, thinking that the S. P. will extend their line across the bay. If the latter, we best forget for that will never be done. Well, goodbye railroad! Requiescat in pace!
It will not be long before the county political pot will begin to boil and I give notice that my two votes will not be cast for any candidate who does not favor the construction of the causeway. Hope others will adopt the same rule.
Mr. Fred Winters and Mr. Rege Creede are here from Bryan for a goose hunt, but met with indifferent results and departed for home much disappointed.
Next week has been designated by the governors of many states as national cheese week and in the north, especially in the cheese states, it will be an important event. It should be in Texas, for we are just beginning to manufacture cheese on a commercial scale. I hope the merchants of Bay City will feature cheese the week of December 11-16 and use space for extra advertising and give people tempting prices. I plan to tell something about cheese and its romance.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 8, 1933
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The Bay View Cubs lost a hard-fought battle with the Palacios Sharks here Friday afternoon to the score of 22 to 19. The bobcats put up a brilliant battle, but the heights of the sharks won for them. Noel Adams gave everyone a fine exhibition of basketball and proved himself a great performer on any man's club. Palacios obtained 18 of their points through the use of ineligible players, Boeker and Liggett, who played with Collegeport last year and who should be with them again this year. If the bobcats had these two boys, they would go a long way toward winning the county title this year.
HIGH SCHOOL NOTES I Wonder Why?
Rosalie is getting a divorce. Melvin invited all the teachers to supper. Fawn stayed at home Sunday night. Annette hates to walk out in her new suit. Georgia sends those special glances to the back of the room. Mr. White was in Palacios yesterday--looking around. Blanche visits the post office so often. Fawn has so many pennies. Doddle parts her hair in the middle.
Junior-Senior. The senior girls were greatly disappointed Friday afternoon when the news arrived that the Palacios girls'basketball team was not coming over. We are waiting for a game and hope to match them very soon.
The juniors say that geometry is getting better, but oh gee, that history III is following in its path.
The senior class is now studying the "Life of Samuel Johnson," and it proves to be rather interesting, but not so much as that of Shakespeare.
The verbs of the Spanish II class have at last learned to obey--at least the pupils are not quarreling at them anymore.
Sophomores.
We are all glad to receive our report cards. Some are wearing smiles and others seem to be frowning.
We are making an interesting study of "The Lady of the Lake." Sir Roderick Dhu and Malcolm are great enemies. Ellen is in love with Malcolm. All the class is anxious to get to the end of the poem. We consider this poem one of the most interesting of Scott's poems.
Freshman Notes.
We are very proud of our star pupil, George Alice. She made A in all four of her subjects.
Believe It or Not.
Lottie Mae took a trip to Hollywood this week-end. Wanda got a hair cut. George Alice's bright red turban draw's Dan's attention. Roberta is interested in something else besides history. August has a sore hand.
Girl Reserves.
At the regular meeting Wednesday, the Girl Reserves will observe Christmas, what it means to each of us, its origin, etc.
Fifth and Sixth Graders.
We still have five names on the honor roll in spelling. They are Norine Harvey, Ethel Nelson, Louise Emmert, Viola Prunty and Joe Earl Pollard.
Miss Chapman was absent from school last Wednesday and Thursday afternoons on account of illness. We surely missed her. Miss Bell taught for her.
The following have not been absent from school this year: Milford Liggett, Bob Ackerman, Frances Brimberry, Alletha Hill, Viola Prunty, Ellen Adams and Louise Emmert.
We certainly are enjoying the art work that Mrs. Grantham has been teaching us.
Honor Roll. Fifth Grade: Norine Harvey, Allietha Hill. Sixth Grade: Ellen Adams, Louise Emmert, Viola Prunty.
Primary Notes. The rhythm band has been reorganized under the direction of Miss Harris with Mrs. Dick Corporon as pianist. The following are members of the band: Alan McCune, Zim Dickert, Curtis Dickert, Otha Lee, Paul and Mava Nee Harvey, G. R. Hendrix, Bennie Mize, Bernice Prunty, Fay, Ray and Clyde Randall, Dora Mae Emmert, Kent Boeker, Hardy Earl Ross, James Franzen, Jerry Williams, Ray Lee Penland, Wanda Hill, Otha Floyd Mize and A. W. Underwood.
We are sorry to lose two pupils in the first grade: Sarah Fossett has moved to Buckeye and Lloyd Arnold will attend school in Wadsworth.
Donato Calderon moved to Blessing last week.
Hardy Earl Ross is sick in bed this week on account of the chickenpox.
Christmas decorations of chains, Christmas trees, holly, etc., have taken the place of the Thanksgiving decorations.
Locals.
Miss Sybil Adams was at home this week-end with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams. Miss Sybil is now working at the Loos Hospital in Bay City.
The Woman's Union had their annual supper Friday night. They realized a very nice sum.
Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Franzen are spending the week with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen.
Mrs. Dean Merck has returned from Houston where she has been visiting relatives.
We are proud of our delegation to the Federation of Clubs last Friday which was held in Blessing. The following attended: Medames A. E. McCune, Eric Watkins, Helen Holsworth, Burton D. Hurd, Anna Crane, L. E. Liggett, Roy Nelson, Rena Wright and Misses Rosalie Nelson, Ethel Nelson and Roberta Liggett.
Miss Margaret Ruth Matthes spent the week-end in Collegeport.
Miss Mary Sliva is spending her vacation in Collegeport with relatives.
Mrs. Hugo Kundinger accompanied by Miss Vera Williams were Saturday visitors in Bay City.
Collegeport Teachers Honored.
Mr. Melvin Spoor surprised the teachers last week by giving them an oyster and fish supper. The fish was good, but the oysters seemed to be more in demand. The fun seemed to start before all arrived. Everybody was full of pep and were looking for everything funny. Every moment was spent hilariously and everyone reported that they had not had more fun in many a moon.
Those attending were Misses Vera Williams, Nelle Harris, Mary Sliva, Mesdames Elliott Curtis and Claude Harte and Messrs. T. P. White, Verne Batchelder, Elliott Curtis, Manford Foster and Melvin Spoor, the host.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 14, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Ben Mowery, our ubiquitous postmaster knows all, sees all, hears all because being in the post office he has opportunity to read all postal cards and thus he is wisely saying "Watch our town grow." No sooner does the Mopac rip up our railroad track than Messrs. Miller and Harvey open a new blacksmith shop. No one can stop the growth of a good town.
Twenty-five years ago, Burton D. Hurd was busy arranging for a $35,000 bonus and the right of way so that his town might have rail service and this week his son, Vernon King Hurd, is one of a bunch of men who are ripping up the track. Queer how things work out, but these be queer times.
Several times in a while there appears in the Tribune a sweet sentiment from the pen of Carey Smith. I hope you have all read the last "Let Us Be Happy." It is a splendid Christmas greeting calculated to abolish fear, to place it with hope and it directs the thought to the Master of us all.
The report of the Collegeport Woman's Club to the County Federation meeting at Blessing, December 9, 1933 shows that during the past three months, that 286 people have visited the library and registered and that 498 books have been loaned.
The Palacios Pirates came over here Friday to scrap with the Bear Cats. Among the Pirates were two Collegeport boys, Arthur Liggett and C. W. Boeker and with their aid the Pirates compelled the Bear Cats to walk the plank 23 to 19. The Bell told me that the game was even money until about the last sixteenth when the Pirate coach blew a whistle for the KO.
The Woman's Union gave their annual supper Friday night with a large attendance. The menu consisted of chicken pie, potato salad, bisquits and gravy, sweet potatoes, pickles, choice of seven varieties of pie and coffee. All this for two bits and yet folks continue to talk of depression. When I found that the cherry pie was made by Mrs. Liggett, I took cherry for she is a talented pie maker. The crust was flaky and tender and the filling was gorgeous and it alone was worth the price of the complete supper.
George Harrison and Mrs. Harrison spent the day calling on their many good friends and they attended the supper and carried away a generous supply of candy from Rosalie Nelson's booth and popcorn balls from the booth operated by Misses Roberta Liggett and Adams. Just a fine family affair was this supper.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 14, 1933
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Editor-in-Chief – Rosalie Nelson Ass't Editor – Annette Johnson Ass't Editor – Georgia Hejtmanek Reporters – Emma Kuchar, Earlene Hill and Roberta Liggett
HIGH SCHOOL
The Origin of Christmas (Essay by George Alice Jones not included in this transcription)
The Bay View Cubs went down in defeat again Friday. Markham proved to be too much for them at the time. Just wait!
Girl Reserves.
The Girl Reserves held their regular meeting last Wednesday. Christmas being so near, we studied the origin of our most popular Christmas carols. This study proved to be quite interesting.
Junior and Senior Notes.
The seniors are now getting ready for their mid term exams in grammar. Grammar may not be studied by us any more, but it shall never be forgotten. At least, we hope not!
Christmas will soon be here and our vacation will be well spent, but we shall come back to school again at New Year's and will do our level bet on mid terms.
The seniors are working on a project on “The Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” by Thomas Gray. It is very interesting and it seems that Gray loved this country churchyard very dearly.
Those who are scientifically inclined are finding science very interesting now, as we are studying the stars. This study seems much easier than electricity.
Sophomores.
The Sophomore literature class will take their final exam Thursday. I rejoice at this announcement as we were afraid we might forget what we had learned. Christmas is rather hard on such students.
Can you imagine Fawn wearing her dress backwards?
Freshmen Notes.
Gee! But this has been a hard week. We have had to analyze sentences which were enjoyed by all, I am sure. We only wish holidays would hurry up so that we could get over this misery for a while.
Miss Bell: “August, make me a sentence using the words trickle and narrative.” August: (Going to the dictionary and finding that trickle meant run and narrative meant tale.) said: “The dog trickled down the street with a tin can tied to his narrative.”
Locals.
Many Collegeport citizens were in Bay City doing their Christmas shopping Saturday.
Mr. T. P. White was a Houston visitor Saturday.
Mesdames Roy Nelson, Carl Boeker, and Frank King attended the luncheon given by Mrs. Leola Sides Saturday. The sponsors also attended, therefore, Miss Louise Walter was present.
The Collegeport Community Christmas Tree will be at the Community House Friday night. The program will be furnished by the school.
Miss Margaret Holsworth will soon be home for the holidays.
We regret very much to lose Mr. and Mrs. John Adams and their family from our midst. These good people are citizens of the truest type, eager to always do whatever is in their power for the good of the community of which the school is a vital part. If anyone can speak for this type of school we have, and what we stand for, we feel that these people can. Our loss is El Maton's gain. We sincerely hope that they realize the valuable citizens they are receiving and will appreciate them as we have. They are leaving a space in our community that will be hard to fill. They shall go, but they shall not be forgotten.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 21, 1933
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Mr. and Mrs. Frank King entertained Mr. W. H. Boeker, I; Mr. Boeker, II and Mr. And Mrs. C. L. Boeker with a goose hunt Friday.
Mrs. Rena Morris, of San Antonio, is visiting her daughter, Mrs. Eric Watkins of this city.
Mr. Jeff Davis spent Wednesday and Thursday in Houston in the interests of the Continental Oil Co.
Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis entertained the high school with a dance last Saturday evening.
Mr. and Mrs. Bill Hurd have again joined our midst. Mr. Hurd is employed here in the oil fields.
Mrs. B. P. English of Palacios is visiting her daughter, Mrs. E. A. McCune. Mrs. English is here recuperating from a sprained back caused by a fall that she received several weeks ago.
Mr. and Mrs. C. L .Shannon were Sunday visitors at the home her sister, Mrs. Vernon Saunders.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boeker are visiting his parents, Mr. And Mrs. W. H. Boeker.
Mrs. John Merck returned last week from an extended visit with her parents, Mr. And Mrs. Shirley Lowery of Urbana.
Mrs. Bill Hurd, Mrs. Ivan Watkins and their daughter, Joe Mae, were Bay City visitors Friday.
Mr. Eric Watkins has recovered from his recent illness enough to enable him to return to his work. Mr. Watkins is employed as the head driller for the well being put down on the Boeker estate by the Continental Oil Company.
Mr. and Mrs. E. A. McCune were Bay City visitors Friday. Mrs. McCune received the appointment as health superintendent for this district.
Miss Margaret Holsworth, a teacher in a Chicago school, will arrive here Sunday for her Christmas vacation with her mother, Mrs. Helen Holsworth and brother, Jack.
Miss Mary Louise Clapp will be home Saturday to spend the Christmas holidays with her parents, Mr. And Mrs. H. A. Clapp. Miss Clapp has been employed the last four years by Phelps & Dueese [DeWeese?], leading architects in San Antonio.
Mr. and Mrs. Preston Lowe moved to Houston Saturday where he will be employed in the oil fields.
Mrs. Crane and daughter, Mrs. Dick Corporon, Misses Rosalie and Ethel Nelson were Bay City visitors Saturday.
The monthly meeting of the King's Daughters was held at the home of Mrs. John B. Heisey Thursday. All reported having had a pleasant afternoon and a most delicious dinner.
Mr. and Mrs. Ray King have moved from the country to the town for the convenience of school.
Mrs. Ross Chitwood was a Collegeport visitor Saturday. Mrs. Ross Chitwood will be remembered as the former Frances Eisel of Collegeport.
Mr. C. L. Boeker and brother, Mr. W. H. Boeker, spent Sunday and Monday in Nacogdoches on business.
The Collegeport Clubs lost both the boys and girls games to Markham Friday at Markham. The boys handled the ball deftly, but their lightness and size is against them this year. The highlight of the evening was turned on Craig King, lightest, smallest and quickest of all the cubs, who when in a tight spot, threw the ball over his shoulder for a neat basket.
The Palacios captain, Arthur Liggett, in a game with Port Lavaca on Thursday evening made a play similar to that made by the cub star. Liggett was tripped and when falling threw the ball for a rimless ringer. Liggett and Boeker, both former Collegeport players, were responsible for thirteen of the 19 points that defeated Port Lavaca who held a score of 6.
Misses Beryl Bell, Nell Harris, Eleanor Chapman, Rosalie Nelson, Ethel Nelson and Mr. Melvin Spoor were all Bay City visitors Saturday.
The large dining room of the Bay-Tex Hotel was the scene of a most elaborate luncheon when Mrs. Leola Cox Sides entertained the officials of the Home Demonstration Club and county board of commissioners.
The long table, at which were seated forty-eight guests, was appropriately decorated in Yuletide colors. The menu also was in season.
At the conclusion of the luncheon, a program outlining the work for ensuing year was given by Mrs. Sides. Mrs. Sides has done outstanding work by organizing sixteen clubs in the county. The county should be congratulated on securing such an efficient worker.
Those enjoying Mrs. Sides' most gracious hospitality from Collegeport were Mesdames Frank King, Carl Boeker, Roy Nelson and Miss Louise Walter.
The Bracker Wrecking Company has been employed for the last several weeks in taking up the branch line running into Collegeport. About forty of Collegeport's unemployed have had work with this company.
Mrs. Eric Watkins and daughter, Rena Nell and mother, Mrs. Morris of San Antonio, Mrs. Vernon Saunders, and two small sons, Ray and Jerry, journeyed to Gulf Sunday where they were interested spectators of the sulphur industry.
C. W. Boeker and Arthur Liggett visited their respective homes over the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck purchased a new Chevrolet last week.
Mr. G. A. Hastings of Bay City was a guest of the Iva Watkins' Saturday.
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 21, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Now that the railroad company is taking up the tracks had have cancelled the lease occupied by the dipping vat, there is much interest among the stockmen in the matter.
Referring to the minutes of Collegeport Industrial League, I find first mention of a vat at the meeting held January 12, 1917, when the subject was brought up by T. M. Clark and a committee appointed to confer with the county court.
January 26, 1919, Mr. Heck reported that the court was not interested in assisting in the construction of a vat. March 22, 1917, Mr. Duckworth reported a lease for the necessary land, to cost five dollars per annum and the first year's rent was paid by Messrs. Clark, Heck, Weborg, Leach and Duckworth, each paying the sum of one dollar. This paid the rent to April 1, 1918.
April 13, 1917, a committee was appointed by the league to solicit subscriptions for building the vat, with membership at five dollars and allowing a subscriber to take as many memberships as he wished. May 25, 1917, the committee reported $150 subscribed and on June 9, 1917, Dr. Beck of the tick eradication department of the U. S. department of agriculture arrived and presented plans and gave instructions for the construction. Since that time each year the league has paid the required rental, either from its treasury or by funds raised by subscription until the present year, when it declined to make further payment.
The Missouri Pacific then cancelled the lease. In 1931, Mr. Sam LeTulle contributed ten dollars for two years rental and at one time Mr. Duffy paid two years rental and they are entitled to this credit. May 11, 1927, July 6, 1928, May 1, 1929, May 13, 1930, vouchers were issued for five dollars each and April 17, 1931, a voucher was issued for ten dollars paying the rental until April 1, 1933. The record book is open for inspection to all who may be interested in the project. From the first proposal by President Clark on January 12, 1911 until the present time it has been a league project, fostered by it, rental arranged and paid by it and the only reason why rental for the year 1933 was not paid is lack of treasury funds and supreme indifference from the stockmen.
Stanley Wright marketed eight short yearlings, the oldest nine months seventeen days old and the youngest six months, thirteen days old that average 407 pounds, one of the finest lots of calves turned out by local men.
Collegeport is bound to be up to date at all times, so yesterday some of the men employed in taking up the railroad track organized a strike and quit work taking the Negro hands with them. The latter went out, not because they were in sympathy, but because of the fear of the white men. I know nothing about the facts, but it appears a silly thing to do especially in these times with work scarce and with men for weeks begging for a chance to earn a living.
Last Wednesday, at the home of Mrs. Tom Slone across the bay, a shower was given in honor of Mrs. Claude Bartee, formerly Mary Ellen Foster and often named in this column as "Little Bright Eyes." I gave her that name because of the naughty little twinkle in her left eye. Mary Ellen was and is one of my favorite girls. I like her and enjoy taking with her and I am glad that she has been thus honored. We had an invitation, but having no auto and there being no causeway across which we might walk, we were obliged to stay home much to our disgust and disappointment. We trust that Mary Ellen's trip on the matrimonial ship will be a long, happy one and that her life will be filled with satisfying joys. Mary Ellen, you are on your voyage and what you receive from it will in large measure be up to you.
When the railroad company began taking up the track and taking down the tank, I looked with longing eyes on the rejected timbers. I wanted them so I could keep the miserable wretch warm the coming winter, but my ignorance of methods was so dense that I knew not how to secure possession of the desired wood. I have found out that all that was required was to buy nine bottles of suds from Mr. Hendricks, give them to the workers and they did the rest. That means cheap wood for the suds buyer. Being an ardent prohibitionist, my conscience would not allow me to use my money for the purchase of the devil's brew and I knew that had I done so and my miserable wretch found it out, she would freeze before she would use wood bought at such a price. Just proves that when one is in Rome, one must shoot Roman candles.
In the Bay View School items, I read that wedding bells will ring. Since then I am informed that the bell did ring, but that no sound came for the clapper had been removed. Wonder why?
W. H. Boeker has reached the age when he feels the necessity of more virtue, so he has packed his old pipe away and from now on will be a good little boy and he will no longer flirt with Lady Nicotine.
Friday night about ten o'clock, a twenty foot tube charged with nitro glycerin was lowered into the well east of town. It was connected with a time clock switch and at about six Saturday morning, it exploded. The only visible evidence was the spurting of water from top of hole but that much nitro must have caused much destruction about 6900 feet below the surface. The well will now be cleaned out in hopes to develop gas for use as fuel in the drilling of a new well which will be started close by.
The railroad wreckers are now about three miles from Collegeport and taking it up about 1 1/4 miles per day. The strike is off and all men back on the job except the two instigators and they have been presented with graduate diplomas.
Mrs. A. E. McCune has been named by the public welfare board to take a health survey of school district No. 26. She will have many questions to ask regarding home conditions in her territory and our folks are urged to give her their aid and hearty co-operation.
Monday, Jan. 1, will be held the twenty-fifth community dinner. It means the gathering of folk from all parts of the county or state who have been identified with the community, a general get-to-gether in good fellowship.
There are many floating undetermined votes and some might be picked up.
Some columnist or geezer once wrote "all's well that ends well" and that was the case with this week for there came to us that lovely and lovable old time Collegeport girl, whom we know as Frances Eisel, but now is Mrs. John Ross Chitwood. Frances is a bride of six weeks, but has lost none of her vivacity sweetness or charm. She is still avid, animated, graphic charmer and we love her and were happy to have her adorable face at our table. We pray God to continue for life the happiness she now enjoys. God has blossomed many sweet flowers and Frances is one of them.
Friday night, Dec. 22, the usual Christmas tree and program will be held in the community house. Sunday school will have small attendance, but the tree will draw a large crowd because something is given that the people want. It would be fine to have a tree every Sunday.
Saturday the 24th, Mary Louise came home for a ten day vacation. Needless to state that when we have our lovely sweetheart at home Christmas joys will be sweet and plentiful. I am wishing the Tribune readers a happy, joyful time Christmas day. I hope you will shake away care and worry. Remember the baby Jesus and what He means to a distracted world. Be happy this day. Look to the approaching New Year without fear. Leave that for the past. I send you therefore, my wishes not only for the Christmas Tide, but for all of 1934. May God fill your cup to the overflow with peace, comfort and the joyful privilege of doing your part in your community. God go with you all.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 21, 1933
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By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Last week we sent out about two hundred cards with our greetings for Christmas and the New Year. They went to fourteen states and many cities in Texas. We have received greetings from eight states, from Portland, Maine to the Golden Gate and many nice gifts from all parts of the nation. It all brings happiness to us, not because of the intrinsic value of the gifts, but because our friends thought of us. That's the great thing in this Christmas giving. The thought that friends remember. One friend who has never failed for many years to send us a greeting card did not do so this year. Has she passed over the river? Is she sick and in extreme trouble? We wonder and worry and long for the chance to give a word of comfort.
A few extracts:
From a woman who lives in Austin, a wonderful, lovable woman, "My dear friends--how my spirit responds to the spirits of you both. I remember you with a warm glow of love. Let us seek to honor God this year that will challenge the highest thoughts of us all."
From an old time friend in Houston: "As we pass along the pathway of life I am sure the thought recurs to me with increasing force and frequency that the choicest possession of life is the friendship we make. That, at least, is something which neither misfortune nor depression can take from us."
From Colorado: "I hope your day is the happiest you have ever known and that your New Year will be filled with all the good things of life and all the joy and happiness that can be possibly crowded in. We will go to midnight mass Christmas eve at St. John's and will be thinking of you."
Illinois sends this: "Each year our whole family goes to church Christmas eve midnight service. I love the solemn and quiet beauty of the world at that time for every one seems to be contented!"
From Good Old Chi: "A Christmas full of the things and people you love and a year rich with your favorite dreams come true!"
From Indiana: "Having your tooth pulled by that doctor must have been terrible. I read about it in the Tribune and so I send wishes that Doc will not have to pull any more teeth during 1934."
Any way we look, we must agree, "Isn't life wonderful." Yes, life is wonderful and the closer to God we live, the more wonderful it becomes. It appears to me that during the coming year, all of us from our president to governor, members of the county court, individuals, should make an effort to make closer contact with the God we worship, to communicate by means of daily prayer and thus obtain the things we need to make our lives more ideal. Prayer, proper prayer, is always answered. Many times, it is true, not as we expect, not as we wish, but we may rest assured prayer will be answered to our needs and in a way that will bring satisfying solace to troubled souls. This is no fiction, no dream of an idealist. It is a fact demonstrated beyond question by many who have put it to test. The year is before us. Let us approach it without fear. There is nothing terrible in the future. Be happy and distribute happiness about us. It will reach far, just as does the sweet perfume of a beautiful flower.
Christmas was ushered in for this community with a big Christmas tree in the community house. A splendid program was given by the children and about 165 sacks were distributed, each one containing an apple, an orange and a generous quantity of candies and nuts. Two hundred people were present and participated in the celebration of the birth of the baby born in a manger because there was "No place in the Inn."
It was, in some respects, the finest Christmas affair ever given in the community. Sunday there will be no nuts and candy or fruit, just the dry bones of a misunderstood Bible to mull over and therefore small attendance.
Sunday brought two old town girls home for the holidays in the persons of Margaret Holsworth and Mary Louise Clapp. Both bright eyed, alert, young women doing their part in life. Needless to write that with our beloved daughter in the house, the lights shine brightly, joy is exhilarating and the Homecrofters are a happy bunch this Christmas of 1933. With her we need no gifts to sweeten the day.
"Does Jack get along happily with his wife?" "Yes, some of his opinions coincide with her's and the others he keeps silent about."
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 28, 1933
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Mrs. Elliott Curtis has been ill the past week with a severe attack of influenza.
Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck moved into their newly purchased home Thursday. The house was formerly occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Eric Watkins.
Miss Frances King came home Friday. Miss King has been studying in San Marcos this last semester.
Mrs. E. A. McCune, Mrs. Elliott Curtis and Mrs. John Ackerman were Bay City visitors Wednesday.
Mrs. Benjamin Haisley is critically ill with pneumonia and her children have been called to her bedside. Mrs. Haisley passed her eightieth milestone last September.
Mrs. Tony Rojik was accompanied to Bay City Thursday by Mrs. R. V. Underwood.
Mrs. Claude Bartee, Mrs. John Ackerman, Mrs. Anna Crane, Mrs. Dick Corporon were all shoppers in Bay City Thursday.
Mr. Johnny Ackerman came home for the Yuletide Friday. Johnny has been with the border patrol for the past six months.
Mr. George Hill and sons, Sidney and Verral, feasted at the home of Mr. Hill's father and mother at Dunbar.
Mrs. E. A. McCune entertained the following at Sunday dinner: Mrs. Moore and daughter, Miss Florence, both of Palacios, Miss Patsy and Anna Dell English of Houston, Mr. and Mrs. Louise Epperson of Bellvieu and Mr. and Mrs. B. P. English. Santa Claus came early so that the visitors might return to their respective homes Christmas morning.
Mrs. Anna Crane entertained her daughter and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. Dick Corporon, and their tiny son, her brother, Mr. William Shubring and his daughter and son-in-law of Houston and Mr. and Mrs. John Carrick and son, Norman for dinner Christmas at her home.
Mr. S. W. Corse spent Monday with his daughter, Mrs. Duller at Blessing.
Mr. and Mrs. S. A. Wilbanks, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boeker and Miss Esther Angeline at Christmas dinner at the Carl Boeker home.
Mr. and Mrs. Roy Nelson and daughters, Rosalie and Ethel, enjoyed family dinner with the Arthur Matthes family in Blessing.
Mrs. Helen Holsworth enjoyed the presence of her daughter, Miss Margaret, and Mr. and Mrs. Jack Holsworth and their two children around her festive board.
Mesdames Mowery and Goff were callers Christmas afternoon in the Joe Pollard home.
Mr. Clifford Franzen arrived here Saturday from Port Arthur to spend Christmas with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gustave Franzen. He was accompanied by Francis and Russell Goff of Houston who came to gladden the Yuletide for their grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boeker and Mr. and Mrs. Fred S. Goff.
Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Merck and young son, W. J., of San Antonio, were Christmas guests at the home of Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.
Misses Lera and Gertrude Hunt are home over the holidays. Both young ladies are employed in Houston. Miss Lera as a governess and Gertrude by the Rice Hotel people.
Mr. and Mrs. Ray Legg and son, Henry, of Gulf were guests at the home of Mrs. Legg's parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.
Mr. Verral and Sidney Hill entertained Mr. Howard White of Houston over Christmas with a goose hunt.
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Wilson of Houston were gala guests at the home of Mrs. Wilson's parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Wilkinson, Jr., are moving into their house here in Collegeport. The house was formerly occupied by Mr. and Mrs. John Merck.
Misses Leota and Violet Huff of Wadsworth are spending Christmas season with their grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Dickson.
Mrs. Sanders and sons, George, Stanley and Malcomb, of Markham, Walter Saunders [Sanders] and wife and son of Houston, spent the Yule day with Mrs. Saunders' [Sanders'] daughter, Mrs. Frank King and family.
The Woman's Club will have its annual Christmas party in the Helen Holsworth home Thursday, December 28. The program committee voted to dispense with the usual program and to enjoy the afternoon in a most informal social way. A number of holiday visitors will be with us at that time.
The annual New Year's dinner and all day picnic will be at its usual place, the church, as has been the custom here for over twenty years. Everyone is cordially invited. Bring your basket and spread and partake with us of the season's offerings.
Mrs. John B. Heisey is entertaining her sister, a nurse from the sunflower state, during the Yuletide.
Mrs. J. O. Prunty entertained her daughters, Blanche and her family of Caranchua Beach and Dorothy and her family of Boling Christmas day.
Mr. and Mrs. Glen Edwards, of Corpus Christi, were dinner guests of Mrs. Edwards, sister, Mrs. Tony Rojik and her husband. In the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Edwards and Mr. and Mrs. Rojik were guests of the R. V. Underwood family for a boat cruise to Coon Island.
The Christmas entertainment with a program given by the school was well attended. After the program, Santa Claus made his appearance with a cheery greeting and a gift for every child in the community.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 28, 1933
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The Tribune has been advised that Mr. Burton D. Hurd lies very ill at his home in Collegeport. Our informant says Mr. Hurd's condition is very grave and that he has been confined to his bed for some time.
The Matagorda County Tribune, December 28, 1933
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H. A. CLAPP SECURES MISSOURI PACIFIC DEPOT FOR COMMUNITY HOUSE. Through the untiring efforts of Mr. H. A. Clapp, secretary of the Men's Industrial League of this place, the Missouri Pacific station has been secured as a community house. Two months ago negotiations were started with the company hoping the building could be purchased. The officials informed him that the building was not for sale as all the buildings were to be used as repairs for other buildings on different lines. Undaunted by their refusal, Mr. Clapp then resumed correspondence suggesting this time that a gift of the building as a memorial would be most generous and as the passing of the railway would soon be a memory, the building would be known as the Missouri Pacific Memorial House. Time passed. Mr. Clapp began to think his efforts had been in vain. When without any warning and after some weeks of silence, he was most pleasantly surprised to greet three officials of the Missouri Pacific who announced their intention of making a survey of the conditions here. Mr. Clapp showed to the gentlemen the library and pointed out their dire need of a community house that would be near the library and could enlarge the building. He talked so convincingly that they too agreed with his plan, whereupon they then turned over the building to Mr. Clapp. Plans are now being made to move the building on the property of the Industrial League west of the library and will in all probability open into that building. It will be known as the "Mopac House," that being the suggested name by his visitors and a grand house warming will be held to celebrate its completion. Mr. Clapp has enjoyed a warm friendship for many years with some of the railway officials and we feel all credit is due him for his interest in the community welfare, as it is through him that the negotiations were made.
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