Official Organ of the County Department of Education.
Edited by Claire F. Pollard
Published by Courtesy Matagorda County Tribune
Volume II. Number 11.
Collegeport and Citrus Grove held their usual joint Thanksgiving get-to-gether at Citrus Grove to the enjoyment of all parties who attended.
The state aid inspector for rural schools, Mr. Jefferson G. Smith, visited Bay View (Collegeport) and Midfield schools; he made a favorable report on conditions there and these two schools will receive some state aid this year.
(Collegeport items taken from longer article.)
Tribune, December 3, 1926
Some of the best books I have read this fall leave little for the imagination and this is true of Collegeport. For years we have dreamed and imagined so much that we have little imagination left and some of us no longer care. A doctor would diagnose our trouble as faulty elimination and prescribe nujol. By taking this remedy we might eliminate some of the things that produce inactivity, don’t caredness, let her slide. Yes, nujol would do the business.
The other day a man said to me, “The trouble is that for 20 years this burg has been feeding on itself and the pantry is about bare. Most of us having nothing to do but wait for the mail.” ‘Tis true and pity ‘tis true.
I have little sympathy for the narrow-minded fellow who would reject Al Smith because he is a Roman-Catholic. He is a red-blooded American, has made New York a good governor and would make a good president. I am strong for Calvin but if the next president must be a democrat I am for Al.
An old Vermont republican voted in the last democratic primary so he is on line to vote for Al.
St. Anthony fell and so did this repub. One fell for a fairy, the other for Dan. Anthony had more fun. Wonder why we can’t all behave like human beings?
Since 1895 there has been five campaigns for the reduction of cotton acreage and in each case there has been a rise in price. Why not take a lesson from the past and reduce in 1927? If the farmer only realized his power! Maybe it’s a good thing for the rest of the world that he does not. If every farmer would resolve to produce one less bale and put on one more cow the problem would be solved provided, of course, the cow was a Holstein. No sobbing over prices next year.
Sorry to learn of the illness of Robert J. Kleberg. One time I traveled to San Benito to hear him speak. When I went to Kingsville to lecture on cows, although I sent him a special invitation, he did not honor my meeting with his presence. Don’t blame him for he is a Jersey fan.
Houston is the natural gateway for the “Magic Valley” and at one time had her “tentackles” firmly fixed on the Valley but San Antonio is slowly but certainly prying her loose and grabbing the cream. Houston boasts of 250,000 inhabitants and yet can raise only 67 who are interested enough to visit the Valley Fair at Harlingen. Looks like Roy Miller for manager of the Houston Chamber of Commerce.
It is announced that Royal Dixon will make Collegeport his home for the purpose of making a study of birds and bugs. He will find material a-plenty for we not only have some fine birds but plenty of bugs.
Listen to this promise: “The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night, the Lord shall preserve thee from all evil.” Isn’t this a wonderful promise? It means that nothing can harm this community provided we do our part. If we do our part we are sure that the Fig Orchard Company will do theirs for they have always been in the van.
I am not permitted to make certain plans public just now but they have eight plans for development the coming year. Each a separate, comprehensive unit. Seven are entirely feasible but one will require time, money, tact and there is no doubt that even then it can be realized. The fig company is composed of men who having ample financial backing are still so conservative that they make no promise or contracts that they are not able to carry to a conclusion. Rice and cotton may come and go but the fig and fruit and vegetable products with the hen, sow and dairy products will be the means of bringing prosperity to this community and when it comes those of us who are honest will willingly give Dr. Van Wormer and his associates full credit.
Not many years ago one could see on Sunday morning 20 or 30 teams with wagons, buggies, saddle horses hitched around the church and many people came on foot. Today $10,000 worth of autos are parked about the same church building. Some who live within a block use an auto for the journey. Jesus rode an ass. We call this progress. Wonder if with all this progress we have not forgotten the Great Teacher.
Matagorda County Tribune, December 10, 1926
By Harry Austin Clapp
Collegeport, Texas, Dec. 10.--A cowman with $45 boots. Russet leather with white inlay. Here comes a girl with painted lips, the upper several shades brighter than the lower lip. Another cowman driving an auto, spurs on his boots. The usual crowd just "waiting for the evening mail." Giggling girls, boys hunting dates, men with the cotton problem. One boy has found his duck. The station agent giving an imitation of John Gilpin. The girl with painted cheeks who says, "Mr. Corse, they ain't no package for me is they?" Can't open my box; wish someone would gimme a match." Girls with spike heel shoes teetering along. Little short man smoking pipe with curved stem. Looks like a German but he is not. School teachers all dolled up, stockings rolled. Put, put, put, put, only an oyster boat going up the Collegeport ship channel (Pilkington Slough). Robert Murry rolling his own and shooting bull. Monkey Chiles bought a dog for five cents. Who comes here? Why it's custard pie. Black girl with cheeks of orchid and rosy lips wondering, "What's the matter wid de mail." Old lady patiently waiting for the letter that does not come. Man rides a horse. Queer way to travel. Wears no spurs. Strange. Postmaster says, "No package for you" and girl don't believe him. Wonder what Oscar Odd says when he reads this dope. Don't worry Oscar. Imitation is the sincerest flattery. E. L. Hall operating free bus. E. L. is always accommodating. Geese honking overhead. Wonder if Carey Smith will have one. Hattie looking for her "male." He is safe. Remember when a flash of an ankle was a glimpse of heaven? Today "legs is common." Long, skinny, honey legs, fat, beefy logs, bow legs, knockknees. Oh! here comes a pair of beauties. Fit for a painter and they are not common. Only one or two pair in this burg. When Fleming Chiles plays he holds good hands. Not cards either.
Baby chix peeping. Tom Hale with a goose. Slamming of box doors. Jack Holsworth practicing for the quartette. Red-headed girl looking for a letter. Ella Mae Chiles wondering why B. don't write. Mary Louise Clapp still waiting for a package mailed six weeks ago. The preach shows up. Some reason all others are here. Postmaster says, "All up." Grand rush to delivery window. Last call and Seth slams down the window. No mail until tomorrow night. People begin to drift. Autos chatter, put, put, put, faint, fainter, faintest. Quiet comes, the water of the bay glistens and sparkles a moment, the sun goes down in a blob of gold and the sky burns blue above. Night falls. All is quiet on Pilkington Slough.
Matagorda County Tribune, December 17, 1926
Official Organ of the County Department of Education.
Edited by Claire F. Pollard
We purpose to
devote most of the space this week to Collegeport
Comments, a newspaper that was worked out as an English project by
the seventh grade of
Thieves Break Into Collegeport Cannery
On the night of November 2, thieves broke into the Collegeport Cannery and took two cases of canned figs. Nothing else was discovered missing. The thieves left no clew.--Mamie Franzine [Franzen] and Lawrence Conover.
Mrs. Pollard Visits Collegeport School.
Mrs. Pollard, who is superintendent of the Matagorda County Schools, visited our school today. She got to see all the pupils and was very interested in a newspaper that the seventh grade is going to publish. She said she would publish it in the Matagorda County Tribune if the class would send her a copy.--Mamie Franzine [Franzen]
The state aid inspector visited our school today. He did not get to see all of the pupils but was very much pleased with our library. He said that he was going to mention our library in the state educational reports.--Mamie Franzene. [Franzen]
A Class Project
The seventh grade has been studying newspaper work in English and we decided to make a class newspaper.
Mrs. Pollard visited our school and was very much interested in our work.
The names of the seventh grade
pupils are: Mamie Franzine, Jimmie Murray, Alice Shiver,
We all need a clean-up week. In fact, every week ought to be used for this purpose. If some time would be set aside in each town to get our houses and yards clean the town would look better. After that we might keep our houses clean all of the time.
Not only our houses should be clean but our person. If you are not clean when you try to get work, of almost any kind, you may not get your job, because some employers will not take on a dirty employe.
You should also keep you mind clean. If you have a clean mind and clear conscience you always feel good. But if your conscience is not clean you can not think clearly.
Thinking clearly is one of the main things in life.--Lera Hunt
Extravagant Use of School Supplies
One of the greatest mistakes of the average school child is the extravagant use of school supplies. Some children will buy a lot of pencils, use them a few days and trade them off for an orange or something else they may happen to want. I think the trouble is that most children like to spend money too well. It might not be hard on a wealthy man, but most of our parents can not afford such extravagance.--Lera Hunt
Heard in History Class.
1. A colony is something like a swarm of bees.
(Jimmie Murray and Laurence Conover)
The boys of the
The boys that play baseball would like to play a game Thanksgiving and are going to do their best to get a game with some town close by.
Mr. Hale bought a football for the smaller boys to play with and they are having some good games.
The boys' club had their first hike about a week after the club was organized. We met at the community house about . We hiked to the swimming hole and played in the water until Mr. Janes got on the bank and said there was a big black cloud in the northwest. We got out of the hole and started running down the old dam to the dipping vat. When we got there it began to get cold and began to rain.
In about half an hour Mr. James decided he would go to the warehouse and get us a car. Just about the time he got good and wet it stopped raining. He got a car and came after us.
He was afraid we would take cold but we had made a fire and had been taking exercises.
We have around Collegeport a good place to hunt ducks. People for miles around come here for hunting. The limit for ducks is 25 for one day. You may hunt 30 minutes before sun up and 30 minutes after sun down, also, it against the law to hunt with a motorboat.
(By Alice Shiver)
Mr. Herrith's children, who have been going to school here for about two years, are moving away.
Frances Eisel and her sister,
Betty have moved here and have entered the
James Gregory and sister, who have missed a week of school on account of their mother's illness, have started again.
Johnnie Ackerman, who has been
Johnnie Ackerman, who has been
On account of sickness Miss Minnie Bowen has been absent from school two days.
Miss Ruth Mowery was in Palacios with her parents Monday afternoon.
Miss Amanda Lunday is going home Friday evening, to spend Saturday and Sunday with her parents.
Miss Crystal Thompson and Miss
Mildred Holtz spent the week-end with Mrs. Pollard in
James Gregory and sister, Millie, are out of school on account of their mother's illness. We hope their mother will be well soon, and that they will not have to be out of school long.
Mrs. Pollard visited the
Little Jane Ackerman, who has missed about two weeks of school, has started again.
William Goff spent Thursday in
The J. U. G. Club is going to have a swimming party Tuesday, November 23, at Boeker's pier.
Mr. and Mrs. Matt Pierce have moved to the Valley.
Mrs. Liggett has been sick and her friends wish her a speedy recovery.
Mr. and Mrs. Odis Thompson have moved back to their home in Palacios.
Our Picture Show
Collegeport has not had a picture show for a month, due to the fact that the engine has been broken. The parts ordered for it were too large and had to be sent back. Smaller parts have been ordered, however, and we hope to have the show in order by next Friday.
The boys are planning to get a
historical picture. The story starts with the voyage of
We have been having good weather at Collegeport. There has been frost a couple of times and several pretty cold weather. There is one on now which compels us to wear our coats. The clouds are heavy and we might have rain.
At the beginning of school some of the pupils and teachers organized a stock company to handle school supplies.
Each pupil desiring a share in the company paid Mr. Hale a dollar and he sent for supplies to be sold at cost. At the end of the year shareholders will have their money returned to them.
Since candy has been added to our stock, a small profit has been made and this will be divided among the shareholders at the end of the year.
Our organization has been successful and we suggest that other schools follow our plan.
My Trip to
The next morning we got up and drove to Sinton, where we had breakfast. We went to a filling station to get some gasoline and to get some water in the radiator. In going over the rough roads we sprung a leak in the radiator. That delayed us several hours. We had lunch at Sinton, also. We ate our supper at Edna. A man in the café advised us to drive on to Collegeport because it looked like rain. We got to Blessing all right, but when we left there, we got on the wrong road, and wandered through woods, over creeks, and on just a path. The car was the only place to sleep and the mosquitoes were terrible.
The next morning daddy and I were walking and found a farm house. We went and asked how we could get to Collegeport, and they told us, so we walked back to the car and came on to Collegeport.
I know I am going to like all of my new friends, my new school, and my neighbors.--Frances Eisel.
The election of Mrs. L. E. Liggett as vice president and Mrs. S. W. Corse completed the ticket.
The Woman's Club has completed several projects during the year among them being the selection of Mrs. S. B. Sims, as parliamentarian, the giving of five dollars toward the drop curtain for the community house, the purchase and furnishing of a cot for emergency use in the school building and the making of four pillow slips at the request of Miss Mayfield, county health nurse. Besides these projects the club has been active in all community affairs. During the past few weeks 40 new books have been added to the library.
By Harry Austin Clapp.
Many men have many opinions but in my opinion the greatest romance the world has ever known is that which came to Mary and Joseph and the greatest evidence of faith in woman was that of Joseph when he took Mary as his wife. Here is material for a book and the romanticist could go his full length. Jesus Christ was born of poor parents and that is one reason why the birth took place in a stable. There was no room in the house for peons. Mary was not clothed in fine raiment as many artists picture the scene but wore the simple and poor garments of her class. They were humble folk and their Son lived the same life. He never was an earthly king with temporal power and costly clothing but he was a King Divine and so lived and reigned and has reigned from that great day to this. Jesus is wonderful as the Saviour of the world but he was also a wonderful son, always loving, kind, thoughtful, respectful, doing his share of the daily labor. I like to think of him in his role. What a satisfaction it must have been to his parents and I think that way down deep in Mary's heart the memory of his tenderness in boyhood days must have overbalanced her pride in his later life. He lived, died, was buried and rose from the dead and now after twenty centuries more than 300,000,000 people revere his name and bow in humble adoration at his feet. Napoleon once said that, "I have tried to conquer the world with the sword and failed. Jesus using love has the world conquered." Is it not true? Love conquers everything, overcomes everything; in fact, is all the world holds for king or pauper.
And so Saturday being the accepted anniversary of his birth the world rejoices and love and joy and happiness rule. The Christmas spirit is not evidenced by costly gifts. It is developed and lives in the heart and from its pulsations love radiates to your farthest friend. Ever since the birth of Jesus love has been the leaven which has made the world better and for this reason ever increasing emphasis should be put upon this great virtue. It was through Jesus that God gave the world its greatest gift. It belongs to no man or woman or child. Its possessor is humanity. On that Christmas Day twenty centuries ago love was crowned and the emblem has been royally worn ever since.
Children, love and respect your parents, and, parents, it is impossible to love your children too much. Let love in the home be the great gift on this day. Tell the story to the kiddies, let carols ring in the church, decorate the home and the family tree. Keep Santa Claus and the story of Jesus ever before the young. Say it with toys, and flowers, Christmas greens and with love.
Did you ever see a boy with his Christmas boots? The ones with red tops? If you wish to see how he looks just ask E. L. Hall the time of day. Talk about red topped boots.
"A small town is a place where a fellow marries the from out-of-town school teacher." Have a similar case here. Free apples at the Christmas tree Friday night. This insures a big crowd. As I write, it is 3:18 p. m. Wednesday, December 22, 1926, the exact date according to Swamp Root for the beginning of winter. The date is correct for chill winds blow and a cold rain falls and lights must gleam about 5:30. Tomorrow the days shorten but not much. Now comes three months of winter but, thank goodness, down here in the Southland we are able to take a goodly discount. I wish Professor H. P. Attwater a Merry Christmas. He used to be agricultural agent for the S. P. Lines but they retired him long before they should. He knows more about the undeveloped resources of Texas than any living man. He knows birds, fishes, flowers, animals, where gold, silver, lead, platinum, mercury and other materials are concealed in earth's bosom. Long life and a happy one for Prof. I wish every reader of The Tribune a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and advise those who do not read it to subscribe. The editor needs the money. He gets tired of eating wild ducks, geese and quail. Wants red meat once in a while.
Matagorda County Tribune, December 19, 1926
In the last Sunday Chronicle appears another of those splendid "Layman's Sermons" by Norman G. Kittrell, under the caption, "There Is No Other Name." I have read it as I have read many other of the sermons from this man's pan. They are all conclusions of "an humble layman" and he confesses that they may not meet the approval of scholars or theologians. Whether they do or not is of little consequence to me for in my humble judgment Judge Kittrell writes the truth as he sees it from a lifetime of familiarity with the scriptures. It is good reading and it causes me to think of the coming Christmas Tide and what it means to us of the present day. Our observance of the 25th of December is in celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ and is a symbol of our devotion to his world on earth. Of course no one who thinks or reads believes that the date of this birth was exactly one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six years ago. Calendar dates have been changed several times. It was Dionysius Exiguus, a Roman monk who died in 556 A. D., who first thought of the birth of Jesus as the era from which to reckon time and the Christian world was slow to adopt the new idea and it was not until the tenth century that it came into general use. The exact date of the birth of Jesus will never be fixed but he was born during the reign of Herod the Great who died in the year 4 B. C. If we accept the account as given by Matthew, the birth was before the death of Herod. "The child was still young" when Joseph then in Egypt was informed that Herod was dead. Therefore it seems that Jesus must have been born about three years before the beginning of the Christian era. All this makes no difference to any of us. Jesus Christ, was born, lived, died, rose from the dead, ascended into heaven and sittith on the right hand of God the Father.
Several years ago I saw a picture in Waco with Mary Pickford as the star. After the introductory giving names and characters, directors, producers, etc., there flashed on the screen these words:
"Less than the dust, neath thy chariot wheel.
Less than the dust, on they sword's shield,
Lest I trust in Thee, O Lord,
I am less than the dust.
I did not know at the time from where these words came or by whom written but now I know that they are from an old India lyric, "Less Than the Dust," arranged by Laurence Hope. It seems to me that these words express just how small a part we human beings are in God's great universe. Unless we trust we are, indeed, less than the dust. We are born, develop into manhood and womanhood and nearly all of us are obsessed with the idea that we are of great importance, that the world would topple over should anything happen to us. We die and the sun rises just the same, the local paper states "we regret to announce the death of our fellow-citizen John Doe," the family pick up their lives and march on, we are forgotten by all but the most intimate and soon they forget. "Lest we trust in Thee, O Lord, we are less than the dust." Dr. J. B. Cranfill in Sunday's Chronicle tells the story of his courtship, marriage and life for 48 years with one woman. He says "my wife has often told me that I am the only man she ever kissed." He replies by saying, "She is the only woman I ever--heard say that." Gee whiz, I hope my wife never begins talking about kissing. Don't' believe I could sidetrack her as well as Dr. Cranfill did. My kissing book has ten lines to the page and up to date I have filled 30 pages. I would not dare write this but I do not allow my wife to read The Tribune. Dr. Cranfill also tells about his wife bringing home three pounds of bacon. If a man can be an editor and a preacher for 50 years and still have bacon for breakfast he sure has been a success in life.
Roy Miller was a wise bird when he refused to become manager of the Houston Chamber of Commerce. In his present job he has no board of directors, directing him at all times. He is about as near his own little boss as a man doing public work can be.
I know that soon after F. N. Clifford arrived in Mercedes he would start something. He is asking everyone in the Valley to ask for Grape Fruitage, a new drink made from grapefruit.
In all my public work I remember two very sympathetic men: Mr. Carter Sr., president of the Second National Bank of Houston, and Mr. J. A. Kemp of Wichita Falls. Both men of large affairs but thorough gentlemen and always ready to listen to a man with a message. That is why they are great.
Glad George Culver has been elected a vice president of the Gulf Coast Roads Association. It means that the gap between Bay City and Wharton will be finished and a first class road will be built to Collegeport. This last will be an important link to connect with the new dock and ferry across the bay to Palacios. Short cut from Bay City, Gulf and Matagorda. a shell road suits us all right and George knows where to find shell.
If the Cashway Grocery would accept out of town orders it would take in many acashfromaway dollar. Advertising prices is good business. Not much sense in advertising "our prices are right." The only man who thinks them right is the seller. Prices talk a language all men understand.
The fig orchards are in fine condition. The trees produced excellent fruit and now if the company will send some excellent people down here to build homes on these fine orchards it will be a boon to the community. This year they overlooked one big bet. After the fruit suitable for canning had been picked the trees were full of second and third grade fruit. Picked about one bushel, cleaned the fruit, ground it in a food chopper, added water and sugar and the result was a batch of choice fig jam. Makes a real spread for bread.
Looked at a calendar today and found that winter would not begin until 3:18 p.m. Wednesday, December 22. "Now is the winter of our discontent." Hurry up gentle spring. The last three days have completely satisfied my desire for cold weather. I am satiated. Webster says satiated means "fullness beyond desire or pleasure." Too cold to think about legs, painted lips. Can't even look.
Matagorda County Tribune,
December 21, 1926
[Most of the article included reflections and quotations and a bit of local information which is included below.]
The front door of Oscar Chapin’s house has no door knobs but that does not mean the door will not open. If opened for the Homecrofters Christmas Day and such a feed as Ora Chapin placed on the table. Writers love to say, “the table groans.” Well this table more than groaned for it fairly moaned and screamed with the weight of delicious turkey, dressing and, O, boy! Such gravy, salads, celery, fruit cake, things smothered in whipped cream, coffee n’ lots of things. We will never forget Ora and Oscar. First time we have been asked to Christmas dinner. Always had ‘em at our house and they came in bunches. When you boys want a good dinner go to Chapin’s. No knob on the door but a big nail opens her up. I have envied Carey Smith’s geese, ducks and quail but nevermore will I commit this crime, and I do not envy Doctor Cranfill his bacon. Caesar believed in advertising and as there were no Daily Tribune in his day he stamped his likeness on all coins and thus secured publicity. If every merchant would stamp his likeness on the pages of The Tribune we could have an eight-page paper during 1927 and not only would the merchant secure publicity, sell more goods, but the county would secure the publicity which is needed and last, but not least, the editor could eat red meat and forget geese, ducks and quail.
T. J. Clark, Bay City groceryman, never stamped his face on a coin but one can see it by looking at page 201 of October American Magazine. Wish he had it in The Tribune.
The Missiouri Pacific is buying right of way and plans to build a track down to the bay at Collegeport. This means that Pilkington Slough will now be the Collegeport Ship Channel—Collegeport, where one railroad meets the sea.
New thing in town, a night school, teaching, bookkeeping, typing, telegraphing, n’ such things. Good work and hope it gets enough good workers.
With the passing of Frank Buhler, vice president of the Victoria National Bank the Gulf Coast lost a safe, sound, conservative, sympathetic banker. Glad I knew that man.
Matagorda County Tribune, December 31, 1926?
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