Rev. M. A. Travis is expected to arrive here this week on a business trip.
Mr. Connor will preach at the Community Church next Sunday evening.
Mr. and Mrs. S. L. Utsey are the proud parents of a nine pound boy, born Oct. 25th.
The Collegeport Industrial League gave an oyster supper for its members and their families, Thursday night, Oct. 27th. The delicious oysters were served both raw and stewed. A very pleasant evening was enjoyed by every one. After the supper was served, several new members were taken in and a very interesting talk was given by Mr. George Harrison on the future development of the hard roads in this county.
There is being proposed at the present time a plan for the construction of an Inn at Collegeport. It is to be of the Colonial design, all modern and arranged in suites to accommodate several families or individuals or tourists who wish to enjoy the wonderful sporting opportunities this country has to offer and for those who may come from other parts of the United States to look after their interests here. The Inn will be so arranged as to accommodate incoming visitors for any period of time they wish to stay, be it a day, week or a year.
Palacios Beacon, November 3, 1927
Commercial Organization In Smallest Town in
Thursday night was the regular
meeting of the Collegeport Industrial League and its members celebrated
with their annual oyster feast. Hugo Kundinger the greatest oyster cook
George Harrison of Palacios was present and delivered an interesting talk on good roads plan. He gave information we are all interested in. He not only spoke fine words but he is at this present time doing some much needed work on our school road and is demonstrating that he is our commissioner as well as that of the entire precinct.
By Harry Austin Clapp
Collegeport, Nov. 3.--Most people when they discuss the subject of a home, vision a building built of lumber, lath, mortar, perhaps of brick or stucco but to my notion a home is something finer. A home in the true sense is where your heart is and therefore my home is now in San Antonio for my heart has been there for almost two weeks and I begin to feel at home. It is quite a change from Collegeport, to be sure, but it is an interesting place, a place of romance, a place where one may dream of the glorious past, of the men at the Alamo, of those who built the missions, of the women who following their men had such a wonderful part in the building of what is now a great empire. I enjoy strolling along the crooked streets, peeping into old doorways, inhaling the odor of strange Mexican redolence, eating the food of the people, chatting with them and I enjoy the modern town to the limit, the pictures, the grand organ at the Auditorium, the service at St. Mark's and to drop into St. Mary's at any hour of the day and sit in the cool church is restful and one feels close to God. I expect this is my last move. Well, anyway, about all I know is what I read in the Beacon and in the last issue I learn that Mr. Regnier and wife are visiting here. Did not know he had a wife but if he has he must keep her locked up for she has never made her public appearance. Ben Mowery and Frank King courting this week and Mrs. Wright a witness on a murder case. John Heisey's cows have been out in the fig orchards from time to time but he has at last found a remedy.
"This little burg ain't laffed so much.
For twenty years till now.
When John Heisey came to town
With a tail light on his cow."
Mary Louise while at home was very helpful in many ways, among them writing many letters for me. She was a good typist and I miss her for--
"My typist is in Aan Antonxzo
My trpist's bein awau fpr a weak
My typudt us in Swn Antiopio
Wgile thse dajm keys play hude and seej.
Oy, brong boyk, bang, bzck,
Brun beek mu b'onnie ti mi, ty mr;
B(&any b$xk, b-6ng bick,
Bjing bozk, m% beeline-o my, oh helk!"
The reader can imagine that it is pretty tough to lose a first class typist. I am writing these lines by the pick and peck system and wonder how the printer will set them up.
Mrs. Emmitt Chiles scratched her hand on some part of the auto, infection set in and the result is that she has a very painful arm. She goes to Palacios each day for treatment. The board of trustees evidently made no error when they engaged Miss Baird for she seems to know how to handle them. Mrs. Conover back on the cannery job. Seth Corse, Frank King, Tom Fulcher all in Bay City on a murder case. Tom Hale went out Sunday night and brought in twelve big flounders which averaged sixteen feet long, maybe it was sixteen inches. Anyway, when dressed they filled a big dish pan. If you doubt this, ask Tom Fulcher.
Have read Dr. Harkey's story of the Markham trades day romp and do not know where they could have employed a better reporter. 'Twas a good tale well told. Nice looking little girl chawing gum and snapping it, one finger in her mouth, a bright scarlet strip or gash where her mouth should be and all signs of intelligence lacking. I say nice looking and I mean that God gave her a fine body and face but she disfigured it with attempt to beautify. A marriage in an auto parked in the street. Wonder why a preacher would be an accessory to such a farce. A word would have awakened the young people to the fact that marriage is a solemn contract. Most people know that it is all this and more. Mr. Eisle laid up with illness. Several men bidding for the mail carrying job. F. R. Brazil tripping to Matagorda to buy oysters for the League supper and Hugo [Kundinger] preparing to make some of that extradelicious oyster soup.
Heavy fogs cover the land and veil the rising sun as if 'twas a bride coming to the altar. At last the sun peeps through and the land of the Collegesports is bright and glorious. These are beautiful days each one making winter shorter. Tractors putting the final touch on fig orchards preparing for the winter laying by. Girl asking for the address of Mary Louise. Guess she wants to send some news. The new store doing a fine business and will also carry feed-stuffs. George Harrison putting in several new culverts which were needed.
Mary Louise writes that she misses Daddy and Mamma and wonder if we miss her and I can do no better than to quote the beautiful lines of John Moultrie:
Girls all busy making paper dresses for the party Saturday night. More of that later for this is only Thursday. The first Collegeport murder case is finished. The murderer got ten years. Pretty cheap life is when one can with an axe cut another's head off. Expect the state needs another farm hand so guess it's all right. This morning I had the pleasure of listening in on a beautiful song fest. About thirty blackbirds perched on the willow tree and it seemed that their only business was to sing and how they sang. It was wonderful. Their throats fairly burst with the efforts and from their bills rippled their song usually ending in a clear, prolonged whistling note. At times they warbled as perfectly as any song bird, but always ending in the whistle. The chorus lasted for at least a half hour until a sudden movement I made sent them into the air. But they will return and I shall again listen to their song. My boarder, E. L. Hall's fine dog Sport can hardly wait until December first and never misses a chance to stand on quail. The other day I found him frozen on two dozen quail perched in an umbrella tree. There he stood like a statue, hardly breathing tail rigid, nose a point, the delicate nostril a quiver, eyes brilliant, hardly giving a sign of life, and I let him stand while I enjoyed the scene and wished I had a camera with me. At last some movement of mine startled the birds and away they flew. Quails do not as a rule take to trees and it was the first time I have observed them doing so. Wish every one would read the editorial in Tuesday's Bay City Tribune. A strong argument against the football game and 'twas timely for in the last two weeks this county has lost two fine boys as result of injuries while playing the game and it is rumored that a third is in a critical condition. Some fussy folks are making a great cry because films of the late prize fight are being shown. They claim the pictures lower standards of moral. Football goes on taking its yearly toll of our best young life but it disturbs not the fussy folks. Seems to me this censor business has gone far enough. A few old fogies and a few old cats tell us what pictures we may look at, what games we may enjoy, what we may eat, what we may drink, smoke or chew. Abajo el censor. As the clock struck mid-day I asked the miserable wretch if she would enjoy some fresh figs for luncheon. She would. I turned poacher on the company preserves and brought in a gallon of choice ones. O, boy! they sure went good with some of that thick Holstein cream sprinkled with imperial pure cane sugar. Well, the new store is operating but don’t see as it is of much benefit for they still hold us up on R. J. R. at ten cents straight. Luxuries like ham, bread, sugar, flour and such things are priced right but a necessity like R. J. R. they simply wring the blood out of us fellows. Hope Pretty Good Murphy gets here soon and delivers us from the oppressor. Bills advertising a revival appears, "Come thou with us and we will do thee good." I certainly believe in Truth in Advertising. The trouble in this world and this burg is too much religion and not enough Christianity. Men and women claiming to be Christians, say mean, nasty things about each other, back-bite, at times refuse to speak. They have gobs of religion but damn little of the spirit of Jesus. The regular meeting of the League come and went and every one filled themselves to the top of their sideboards with oyster soup and went away singing the praises of the official chef, Hugo Kundinger. This may be my last contribution to The Trib for listen, the other day I received a red envelope in the mail. I opened it with fear and trembling but found it was an invitation from Ruth Mowery to attend a Hallowe'en party Saturday night. Of course I feel greatly honored that such a fine young lady would invite me but I hesitate when I think I shall meet goblins, black cats, witches astride a broom stick, spooks, ghosts and all sorts of horrors. Jumping jeminies but I am skeered to go but know that Ruth Mowery will not let any of the hoo-hoos get me.
"What are these
So withered, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants of the earth.
And yet are on't."
Macbeth, Act 1, Sc. 2
Matagorda County Tribune, November 4, 1927
It seems that the little town of Collegeport is changing its rusty appearance fast, many of the houses in the town are being remodeled and made into real livable homes again to accommodate the people who are coming in every day, and if they continue coming in as they have in the last few weeks, more homes must be constructed to care for them. Many cotton farmers have already moved in and many more on their way.
The Collegeport Industrial League held a special meeting last Thursday night at the Community House and many items of interest were taken up and agreed upon. Several new members were taken in.
Mr. and Mrs. Homer Goff and Mr. and Mrs. Mundin left this week for a short visit in the Valley.
The following pupils have made a monthly average of ninety or above:--
Jedie Frankie Chiles, 1st Grade.
Palacios Beacon, November 10, 1927
By Harry Austin Clapp.
Guess Doctor Livengood thought a change of air and feed would be good for me so he invited me to take luncheon with the Bay City Rotary Club and so I happened to ride on the Portsmouth Limited with Captain E. L. Hall on the bridge. Fair weather and good sailing until we reached Port Buckeye where we had to dock in order that the south-bound liner might pass. Anyway, I arrived and the luncheon was a dainty affair as any one who knows Mrs. Mayfield may imagine. I enjoyed meeting the good fellows who make up the Rotary Club and if they had half as good a time as I had they certainly received their money's worth. Wanted to tell a story about Jim Lewis but he kept his glass eye on me so that I was afeared to start. Doc Harkey bothered me considerable with his X-Ray eye for I knew he could see how my brain was struggling to produce words for my mouth to utter. Doc Sholars gave me a cordial greeting but when I mentioned that I might be obliged to have another tooth drawn he was very effusive and said, "That's good come up any time and I'll get another dollar." Before he was through he almost kissed me. Well, anyway, "it's always fair weather when good fellows get together" and so it was a mighty pleasant day for yours truly. Saw a picture in the Post-Dispatch of "Mrs. T. H. Eggert, secretary and hardest working member of the Houston Censor Board," and it appears to me that some person should censor the length of her dress. It was extreme in what it lacked and showed pretty well up. She displays nothing to brag about for they are much too fat. O. O. McIntyre says he saw a sign reading "Conchologist." He adds that he did not know what it was and did not care. Here it is Oscar: a Conchologist is "one who studies conchology." If you do not get my meaning, will say that conchology is "the science of Mullusca and of the shells which they form." I feel sure Oscar reads The Tribune daily and he will no doubt thank me for this information. Mr. Jennings of Hotel Palacios taking a trip home via Collegeport so he could see the finest land in Matagorda County. Carey Smith still after the football game and I am with him. Not always, perhaps, but most always Carey is right in his editorials as time has verified so often. Why will girls mutilate what might be sweet lips by a coating of paint of unnatural color? Saw one at the postoffice with a bright scarlet gash where her mouth should be. Ruth Boeker buying stamps her face clean, sweet, wholesome. Ruth does not need dope with which to add to her attractiveness. G. A. Duffy looking after his cattle and Robert Murry going along. L. E. Liggett has not driven his drill into that brewery yet but we hope he does. Sims putting labels on those shining cans and then a carload of figs goes north. Sorry the whistle has blown for the last time. Sounds good along about 1 a. m. About the only progressive sound we have. George Welsby moving into the Van Ness house. Hope he will come to the League after this date. The Bachman store seems to be doing good business but it will never meet with complete success until it sells R. J. R. at three bales for two bits. Duck season is on but mighty few ducks. I mean ducks that fly in the air. Hope the commissioners court will go right ahead with road surveying and building and regardless of what people say build in the most direct route, saving as much money as possible, saving miles of travel for people and serve the greatest number. If this is done no person can honestly find fault. Impossible to build across every man's farm or start at every man's barn lot. What we want is that "nine-foot sidewalk" and we want it damn pronto or if you know what I mean, pretty soon. Bruce Barton writing in The Red Book says, "The visitor is the loveliest fellow in the world when you meet him on the golf links or at home, but his advent into the office is like a plague of seventeen year locusts. He sits and talks while you fidget in your chair and try not to look at the pile of unfinished work on your desk." I called on Doc Harkey in his office and I noticed that he pulled out a drawer and remarked about the mess of unanswered letters. I called on Carey Smith and noticed that he tried to talk with me while reading proof. I wonder it 'tis true. Woman's union meeting Thursday to decide on use of coffee can and some other very important business. Bunch of teachers and pupils going to Bay City to see the film, Ben-Hur. I saw it on the stage at McVicker's Theater, Chicago, when it was first produced with Maud Feeley as Lydia. Wonder where Maud is now?
Mesdames Nelson and Merck are good souls. Saw each of them give a foot-weary walker a lift in their autos. Hugo [Kundinger] collecting a bad account and handing out a big cigar to show his pleasure. Verner Bowers making out bill for the League. Wonder why the Terminal Café is closed? October 31 was a sad day in Newark, N. J., for that was the day the government poured 303,552 gallons of sixteen-year-old ale down the sewer. The United States is certainly a great business machine. They first tax the maker of the ale all he can stand and then confiscate the product and pour it into the sewer. Ask me another fashion question says Sarah Van Rensselar. "My dear Miss Van Renesselar: Could you possibly inform me when skirts will return to a decent length and when underthings will be more than shapeless wisps of silk? Miss P. M." And Sarah says, "Skirts are a decent length now--it has been proved that the present day skirt is highly moral compared with the long, swishy affair of former decades. Why not wear the slipper heel hosiery which slenderizes the ankle--then, you might enjoy the mode more." Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Miss P. M. of Boston. Looks as though Sarah did not like the looks of your dogs and leggies. Many times folks have called me names but none has attached to me such a string as did Carey Smith in Wednesday's Tribune. Looks to me as though the only way to wipe the matter off is swords and pistols at sunrise. This burg is sure having growing pains. Robert Murry has opened a meat market right in town and started off with the finest baby beef I have seen for many a year. Writing about meat markets makes me think a thought. I notice that The Alaskan is still urging people to "Try our home-make pork sausage these cool mornings." I reckon the sausage is all right if Mrs. Cobb had anything to do with its manufacture. Surprising the amount of money our school kids spend for candy. One store reported sales amounting to $11 one day. Seth Corse has been appointed to represent the League on the board of managers of the Community House. It is reported that Tulane University sent an expedition to Guatemala and it discovered a tribe of log worshippers. We have some wooden images in this country. Edward Gibbon says, "All that is human must retrograde if it does not advance." It is true of communities.
The village is full of newcomers, all intent on raising cotton in this great cotton section which last season produced three-fourths of a bale per acre. Gus Franzen planted 30 acres and baled 31 bales and many others did as well. Large attendance at the League meeting Thursday night and good business transacted. Committee appointed to survey the territory and report number of acres to be planted to cotton. May mean the building of a gin. The League also voted to buy a five-burner stove and 60 soup bowls for the Community House. The bowls will not be provided with strainers as many of the members wear strainers.
Of course the Fig Company has not put up a trainload of preserved figs but the season has been pretty good, thank you, considering the age of the trees. Guess Sam Sims will enjoy a rest for he has been a tireless, indefatigable worker. Heard at the postoffice, "ouren is bigger than youren." "lemme have some your gum," "seems as tho they hain't ever any mail in my box" "Mr. Corse, they hain't no mail for us is they?" "That man hain't never done nothin' " "I hain't never goin' to pay for nothin' I don't git." Our dog Sport, a boarder owned by E. L. Hall, sneaked into the meat market Saturday and escaped with a five-pound roast. Saves me lot of money for the next few days. For the benefit of enquiring readers of this column, will report that Buckshot is growing fast and developing into a very intelligent pooch. Carl Boeker selling and shipping German Police dogs. Have always read County Courier with interest and most always I agree with Mrs. Pollard but on this football argument we cross sticks. Her defense of the game is not very strong to my notions and had I the space am egotist enough to think I could pick it to pieces. I have seen bull fights, wrestling matches, prize fights and none of them present such brutality as is seen in most football games. Her argument that people are killed on railways is of no value for we must have railways. As a matter of fact, during the six months just past the railways of American carrying millions of passengers killed two of them. We do not need football and it kills annually a far greater percentage than railways, automobiles, airplanes, bull fights, prize fights, or any other necessity or sport. This county has paid a heavy toll this season in order that some people could witness football. If we owned the debt, it has been paid and for Heaven's sake, let's not incur another debt. Many East Texas farmers looking for places. Will call the attention of my Chicago woman readers that in this string of slum I have tried to forget legs and was successful--almost.
Matagorda County Tribune, November 11, 1927
Miss Louise Conover, from Illinois, is visiting her mother here for a few days.
The Annual Church Bazaar and Supper conducted under the auspices of the Women’s Union of the First Church of Christ [Collegeport], will be held Friday, December 2nd at the Community House. The Bazaar will consist of four booths, viz: Fancy Work, Utility, Parcel Post and Candy booths. All ladies in our community are asked to contribute some article for sale. Supper will be served at six thirty, price thirty-five cents. –By Order of Committee.
Palacios Beacon, November 17, 1927
Mr. Arlie Brown left Monday morning for Galveston market with a truck load of Thanksgiving turkeys.
Mr. Jack Holsworth is making an extended visit in Chicago. Jack had better come back to the land of sunshine.
The Rev. Traverse [Travis], who formerly occupied the Pulpit here gave a very fine sermon Monday evening at the Community Church.
Mr. Murry has opened up a Butcher Shop here in the rear of the Bachman Grocery and the people of Collegeport can enjoy both pork and beef. Mr. Murry is open only on Saturdays.
Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hale and family are again residents here, Mr. Hale was formerly engineer here on the Missouri Pacific Lines and because of the sudden illness of Mr. Richard, of Houston, Mr. Hale retained the job.
The Kings Daughters held their annual meeting at the home of Mrs. E. A. Holsworth, Friday, Nov. 18, to which the families were invited. A delightful Buffet supper was served and a very pleasant evening enjoyed by all.
Mrs. Seth W. Corse entertained Thursday Nov. 17 at a bridge luncheon honoring Mrs. S. B. Sims, a luncheon of several courses was served after which the ladies engaged in several lively rubbers of bridge. Mrs. J. R. Wager of Palacios winning first prize, Mrs. Carl Boeker, the booby prize and Mrs. S. B. Sims won the guests prize. Among the out of town guests were Mrs. J. R. Wagner and Mrs. F. A. Sisson of Palacios, Mrs. C. E. Duller and Mrs. Powell of Blessing.
Palacios Beacon, November 24, 1927
Sealed proposals addressed to the Commissioners’ Court of Matagorda County for the furnishing of all necessary materials, labor, and costs for the improvement of a county public road near Collegeport will be received at Bay City, Texas, until 10 o’clock A. M., December 10th, and then publicly opened and read.
Description of Proposed Improvement:
Grading Approximately 12 miles;
Plans and specifications of the work may be seen for examination, and information obtained at the office of George A. Harrison, County Commissioner, Palacios, Texas, and E. E. Gustafson, County Engineer, Bay City, Texas. Alternate bids will be received on several types for the new structures.
A certifies check for five per cent of the amount bid, made payable to County Judge, Arthur Harris, must accompany each proposal.
The right is reserved to reject any or all bids.
Palacios Beacon, November 24, 1927
By Harry Austin Clapp
Wonder how many of us ever think what part a window has in our lives. What a life we would live without windows. Imagine living in a room without windows. Life would be mighty dull. Any room with windows provides pictures a plenty. As I look from the window as I write I see a picture no painter could possibly produce. The blue sky shades from turquoise at the zenith to a pale gray at the horizon and there it meets the green of the earth. The north wind blows and the grass nods, the trees wave their branches, a long string of geese wing their way to the feeding grounds south, a covey of quail rise in the air and float out of sight, the waters of the bay sparkle in the sunlight, fig trees shedding their last offering of fruit, a man stands leaning on his hoe resting a moment from his labors. All this I see from one window and as I move to other windows more pictures are for me to look at and enjoy. A room with windows needs no wall pictures and any person with just a bit of imagination can see pictures that will never hang on the walls of art galleries. Windows are of much more use than just to let in the light and air and sunshine. It's in the pictures they give us that makes them most valuable. We have some pictures displayed without the use of windows, for example the girl built like this () and then the girl built like this )(. These girls should have sense enough to wear longer skirts. Most of our girls, thank the Lord, are built like this ||, and it may be all right to display such charms.
When I hear men hinting that public officials are all out for graft and that they seek office with small salary for the purpose of grafting it is to disgust. Too often the man who is always crying that the country is full of graft, would be if he could. I like to believe that most of our men are honest, that some of them welcome the opportunity to serve regardless of pay. I like to believe that in this county of Matagorda our County Judge and members of the County Court are honest men and that they will earnestly and honestly handle the road bond issue funds as a sacred trust and that not one penny of graft will ever be traced to their pockets. Some one has said "The most astonishing achievement of the professional snouters is how much crookedness they can discover and how few crooks." Why even suggest that because a man takes the job of handling county funds and work that he is a thief or a grafter is just a thief and nothing more. We have a fine collection of county officials. Let us believe in them, trust them, support them and then let us demand efficient service. We have the right to do that but we have no right to perplex, entangle, embarrass them with suggestions of dishonesty.
To visit the Valley one is impressed with the fact that prosperity dwells therein. They have splendid roads, wonderful orchards, truck fields, flowers, beautiful homes, everything on a gorgeous scale, but at what a price. How do they get by with the almost confiscatory tax that burdens them.
A recent issue of the Mercedes Tribune informs us that assessed valuations of farm lands on the main highways have been doubled. It states that one landowner on the state highway on his 41.7 acres pays in County, State and School Tax in 1927 the sum of $550.56, and another farmer with 41.5 acres pays $549.33 tax. His valuation has been increased from $6,400.00 in 1926 to $14,480.00 in 1927. It is a high price to pay for what they have and I wonder how they manage to make both ends meet. The Commissioners Courts down there raise the valuation and decrease the rate and it listens good until time for paying and then--well, the song is sung in another key.
The norther that struck us Tuesday night sent the mercury way down to 50 and every one is freezing. Our people enjoy seeing a female carry the mail.
Oscar Odd says, "from the tenth story Broadway Building I listed the following noises: a shrill police whistle, a clanging ambulance, building riveting, a calliope, excavation booms, auto horns, a medley of "Extrees!," the rumble of surface cars, the rattle of the L and the toot of liner whistles." Oscar has nothing on muh, for today from the first story of the Homecroft building I listed the following noises: the put put of a boat on the bay, the honk of an auto as it passed, the noise of a saw as men worked on a new culvert, the bark of a dog, the screech of a crane, the heavy exhaust of a tractor, the shout of men driving cattle, the whistle of the Portsmouth Limited as it pulled out for Bay City, the whirring wings of quail, the honk of geese as they drove south, the report of a gun, the bellow of a bull, the song of a black bird, the hum of a mowing machine. All this in a period of ten minutes. O. O. seems to be continually trying to make me think New York is a place where unusual events take place. When he reads this issue of the Tribune he will know that other people enjoy noises. New York has nothing that this burg does not possess. It simply sings in a different key.
Heard at the post office:
"I hain't saw him today."
"They ain't no mail fur me, is they?"
"She hain't so much."
"Our'n is bigger than your'n."
"I eat too much dinner."
"I see him shoot twice."
"They ain't no package fur us, is they?"
"Gimme two stamped envelopes."
"Wonder why that there paper don't come, and so on and so forth ad nauseum. The wonder of it is that many of them are in school, studying grammar.
The Bachman store is doing a splendid business but could easily increase it if they would sell three bales of R. J. R. for two bits.
Gus Franzen is butchering a fine hog.
Mrs. Walter visits the tooth doctor several times per week. Wonder why she quit making that fine yeast.
F. L. Hoffman of Houston, nee Harrisburg, visited the village, planning repairs on his property.
We may look for Doctor Alexander of Peoria, Illinois, about January 1st. He will be interested in growing flower bulbs but will also saw off legs if necessary.
Collegeport nineteen years ago--
"Large herds of cattle are daily roaming our streets and children should not be permitted to go far from home without a protector."
"Fresh line of candles at the Collegeport Pharmacy."
"Mrs. Theo Smith and daughter, Grace, were in Houston a few days this week."
"The Jenny Wren club will meet on Saturday at the home of Anna Van Ness."
"The Dena H., the popular launch, took a party of our citizens to Port O'Connor on Wednesday."
"Mr. Ben Carey and family took dinner at the Hotel Collegeport Sunday."
"The Midcoast Congress will hold its next meeting at Port O'Connor."
"Mr. M. F. Bonner is getting ready to build on his lots near Avenue J and Third street."
"Col. J. E. Pierce is a guest at Hotel Collegeport."
"Mr. A. W. LeCompte is the proud father of a fine 11-pound boy born Sunday."
"Mr. and Mrs. Roy Nelson visited at Citrus Grove last Sunday."
"A list of our advertisers, Theo Smith & Son, lumber; John T. Price Lumber Co., Thos. M. Clark, groceries; D. H. Morris, groceries; F. D. Everson, drugs; The Ruthven Market, Hotel Collegeport, Avenue Hotel, Collegeport State Bank, Mrs. Lida Williams, millinery; G. A. Lake, contractor; Drott Bros., contractors; J. L. Logan, livery; Payne & Legg, draymen; Liggett & Knight, well drillers; Wm. Pfeiffer, cement contractor; J. B. McCain, notary public; J. H. Adams, books and magazines; Earl Ford, plumber; Abbott Kone, boats and engines."
How the burg has shrunk. Good time to begin building again.
Collegeport has gone back "bastante." Just looking through windows of the past. Friday, Sam Sims, manager for the Collegeport Fig Orchards Company, sent a shipment of preserved figs to Manila, P. I. Maybe like sending coals to Newcastle, but I bet my money they will taste good to the consumer.
Robert Murry cutting up a fine hog for the hungry burghers.
Mrs. Ackerman selling fresh green snap beans.
King's Daughters giving their annual feed at Mrs. Holsworth's home on the bay shore.
The advertisement of the new "Q-P" store is a good one in every particular except it does not mention the sale of R. J. R. at three bales for two bits. Looks as though the county stores are in a conspiracy to exact all the traffic will bear. With malt at 38 cents, sugar at 7 cents, yeast at 5 cents, any one can put up fifty bottles of fine home brew for one and one-thirds cents per bottle. Wonder why the Alaskan does not carry an "AD" in the weekly Tribune?
Jim Hale coming back to pull the throttle on the Portsmouth Limited.
Mrs. Cap Allen with a truck load of those famous Matagorda Bay Oysters, some of them nineteen inches long, or about that.
Duffy shipping out two cars of calves and young stuff.
Sir Francis Bacon said: "Suspicions among thoughts are like bats among birds, they ever fly by twilight, certainly they are to be repressed, or at least well guarded; for they cloud the mind, they lose friend, and they check business." Suspicion is the mother of gossip. I know of nothing more abhorrent than a male gossip. We have one or two in this burg. They fatten on suspicion and then retail [retell] the result as a fact. Such men have no regard for the honor or men or the virtue of women. Bacon goes farther and says "Suspicions that the mind of itself gathers are but buzzes; but suspicions that are artificially nourished and put in men's heads by the tales and whisperings of others have stings."
I receive three daily papers, three weekly papers and a big grist of farm and Holstein breed papers but when I want news I have to look in the Beacon, therefore, I say, all I know is what I read in the Beacon. This week I learned that our local church is "The First Church of Christ." I have lived here nineteen years and always supposed it was a community church sponsored by the Presbyterian Church., U. S. A. Shows that one is never too old to accumulate, amass, collect, gather, agglomerate, garner information.
Good News!--The Commissioners Court is advertising for bids on the Collegeport "nine-foot sidewalk." Some of you northern readers ought to write George Harrison, Palacios and thank him.
P. S.--Mrs. Walter is now making that fine yeast, so cheer up you home brew makers.
Matagorda County Tribune, November 25, 1927
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