Collegeport Articles

 

December, 1930
 


THOUGHTS ABOUT BUSINESS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Any person who reads the county papers may easily pick them out and having done so will acknowledge that they are the birds who are going ahead during the rain, during the sunshine. Many howl about the mail order houses and the chain stores, but it is my humble opinion that these organizations are rendering a practical and valuable service to the buyers. They do this by keeping their word, backing up every article they offer with a strict guarantee and making a price that appeals. Here in this little burg of Collegeport it is estimated that about $35,000 goes out each year to mail order houses. If this valuation is good for the country, then several hundred thousand dollars must go every year to out side firms. Some day some wise bird will absorb this condition and start a county mail order business and he will get it, if he uses the same methods.

 

It is a difficult thing to do business with Bay City or Palacios merchants by mail. Some of them will not reply to inquiries. I wrote one firm for prices and never have received a reply. Recently I wrote another firm and it took seven days before I was answered and three more for the goods to be delivered.

 

These boys are satisfied to stand behind the counter and wait for the customers to come into his store.

 

I can't understand why they do not take the store to the customer. Not long ago I sent an order to a mail order house in Dallas. The order left here at ten o'clock in the morning. At six p. m. the second day the goods were in my possession. Fifty-six hours. Service, that's what it is. Perhaps some of you merchants think I am doing a bit of grouching. I am not. I am simply trying to point out the way that our local merchants may secure rich business that goes away. These mail order and chain stores give service. That is their first name and that is why they do a successful business. The local merchant who will give the same brand of service will head off a big bunch of that business. One of the ways to do it, the best way is a generous use of space in the local paper. Tell the world that you have good, first class goods. Articles in which you have so much faith that you guarantee your customer to be completely satisfied or Money Back and No Questions.

 

If the daily or weekly is used, change copy each issue. Don't bore the reader with the same old tale. Give him something new, attractive, alluring. He'll bite, and you will have the satisfaction of having rendered a real service and making a new friend.

 

Our county papers are not receiving half the advertising patronage they should have, simply because most of our business houses wait for the other fellow. We have good times in Matagorda county. We are much better off than at the same period last year. We have no "business depression of precussion except in our minds we have developed fear.

 

Fear is the worst disease a business house can be afflicted with. When I think that on Wednesday night, Nov. 26, advance sales for the Texas university and the A. & M. game amounted to $80,000 and that before the game started the $100,000 spot was reached, I am possessed with the idea that Texas is also right. Don't howl bout business conditions when so much money is gladly spent for just the chance to sit out doors and witness a battle of brawn. I hope to live to see that day when I will be able to send a mail order to some county merchant and have the article delivered the same day. It sure would be a glorious day but as things are now, Dallas, Fort Worth, Kansas City, are all nearer than Bay City. Why?

 

Here is a tip. Make your woman clerks cut out calling women customers "dearie." It is not wanted, is repulsive and loses business. No woman of refinement cares to be addressed as "dearie" by a person she does not know. The term is for intimates.

 

For the information of those who don't know the miserable wretch, I will state that she is quite a bit on the spicy order. Many, many times, she has threatened to leave me for one reason or another, all of which appeared good to her, but on Wednesday, the 26th, she at last left my bed and board. She went away with a bunch of girls headed by one named Mollie and then there was Tootsie, Pye (punkin pie), Bobbie Mildred and for protection, Emmitt Chiles, Jr. They left in the cold gray dawn and expected me to be thankful the next day. Arriving at San Antonio, they were greeted by Fleming Chiles and our Mary Louise and from reports they have been fed to repletion and amused to an abounding degree. She is sorry now and having asked my forgiveness will return Sunday.

 

Well, anyway, I had a swell time the next day at Citrus Grove where the twenty-second annual Thanksgiving community dinner was served. Thanks to my good friend, Mrs. Liggett, I was not obliged to walk.

 

Well, boys and girls, who were not there, you missed a big feed. About one hundred and fifty-one were present, the one being Frederick Taylor Matthes whom I met for the first time. I am unable to tell all that was provided but it included turkey, fried chicken, roast beef, ham, pressed meat loaf, salads in numerous variety, cakes, pies, but O Boy, soon as I saw that big tank of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles I put side boards on my plate and took on a load that brought me to the Plimsoll mark. Perhaps some of you are aware that I simply adore noodles, so I may be forgiven for taking such a load. A short and interesting program was given by the school pupils under the direction of Louise Walter and Mrs. Richard Corporon sometimes known as "Dorothydick."

 

Mr. Delaplain, one of our old timers, aged 82 years and 9 months, asked God's blessing and then the procession passed by the tables. I followed Mrs. Holsworth for I knew that she would lead me to the best and sure enough she led me right to the noodles. It was a great day, a beautiful day, and mingling with people from all parts of the county was a joy.

 

The people of Citrus are to be congratulated on the fact that for twenty-two years they have observed this day.

 

Now comes Collegeport's day for on January 1, they will have their annual New Year's community dinner and all are invited to bring their grub bags, throw them together and get ready for another year.

 

Next Thursday being December 4, the Woman's Union will hold their annual bazaar and serve oysters in several styles. Bay City and Palacios people would have an enjoyable evening to trip down on the "nine-foot sidewalk" and eat several plates of those wonderful Matagorda bay oysters, some of them nineteen inches long. Come on and mix with us.

 

Mamie Franzen simply cannot stay from home and so down she comes for the weekend and Clifford afflicted with the same trouble is here from Houston.

 

Louise Walter went to Houston Thursday to attend the state Teachers' convention and it is to her cre...[line left out]...member of this organization and attend its meetings.

 

The Ramsey home corner of Avenue K and Sixth street is blossoming out in glistening white and soon will be a beauty spot. North Cable, our local Michael Angelo is the artist.

 

Looks very much as though the Empire oil company intends to stay for a season or two as they are busy laying a pipe line from the well to the Missouri Pacific tracks. The well is spouting gas and mud through a half-inch choke.

 

My dear girl friend, she with the brilliant red bronze locks has been confined to the house for a week with tonsillitis. Good to see her about once more.

 

Burton D. Hurd came home Saturday and the next day departed for Houston.

 

Very few have seen him as yet, but all are glad that he is back for we feared he might get lost up there among the savage Illini.

 

James Della Betta has a wonderful garden, in size about 150 feet square. Everything in rows and clean as a parlor floor. I saw onions, cabbage, turnips, beets, lettuce and what not, but there were no noodles. Monday my pure bred Holstein cow, Happy, presented me with a male calf. Look as though its pappa was a brahma living over in the Holsworth pasture.

 

You bet I'll be glad to have the miserable wretch back again for I am fed up on cooking and washing dishes. Home is a dreary place when the light is out. Conductor Hall and Engineer Hale of the Portsmouth Limited were called to Kingsville Wednesday to take their annual examination on time table rules. Sure, they passed and folks need have no fear riding the limited.

 

When Seth Corse asked me if I would dine with him last Saturday my reply was very much affirmative. In spite of the rain I hoofed it to the Corse home and was well repaid by the chance to feast on roast capon with all the trimmings and finish with a flaky crust, golden brown, cherry pie. Yes, it was made with red cherries. After that came the old reliable R. J. R. as Seth and I sat at ease. By the way, if anyone desires to see a bunch of extra fine birds they are advised to visit the Corse poultry yard. There one may see capons that will bear down fifteen pounds. Capons bring twenty-seven cents per pound which beats the turkey game. Seth has about sixty of these birds.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Hugo Kundinger lovingly called Hugo and Hattie motored to Houston Thursday to enjoy turkey and amusement. Back on the job Friday morning.

 

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, December 2, 1930

 


COLLEGEPORT

 

School News

 

Leslie Lee Chiles was absent from school all last week.

 

Ermine Harbison was unable to attend school last Wednesday because of illness.

 

The pupils are beginning to copy their parts for the Christmas program.

 

Miss Dorothy got a new chair to go with her desk last week.

 

The rooms are beginning to show the spirit of Christmas already.

 

We expect nine new pupils to join us soon. We are glad to have them come.

 

Miss Williams was the only teacher represented at the T. S. T. A. in Houston last week.

 

Alline Harbison had to carry her arm in a sling last week because of a big boil just below her elbow. After she had it lanced Saturday, she has not felt as much pain.

 

There was a very good enrollment of pupils back at school after the holidays. All reported a very enjoyable Thanksgiving. The Neals, Chiles and King families went on trips to visit relatives during the holidays.

 

The pupils and teachers of the school assembled in Miss Williams' room Wednesday afternoon at 3:20 to sing songs and hear a discussion of "Why we have Thanksgiving."

 

Joe Earl Pollard was at school Monday morning after being absent for two weeks on account of illness.

 

Community News.

 

Many of the Collegeport people helped celebrate Thanksgiving at Citrus Grove. They say that they had a real Thanksgiving feast.

 

Mrs. Emmett Chiles and family, spent the Thanksgiving holidays in San Antonio and vicinity.

 

Misses Vera Williams and Louise Walters attended the T. S. T. A. in Houston last week.

 

Miss Mary Sliva spent Thanksgiving at home with her mother and brother. Ruth Barnes was her guest.

 

The Harbison family spent Friday in Palacios.

 

Mamie, Arnold and Clifford Franzen spent the week-end with their parents.

 

Rudolph Tolson and George Hilger from Houston, were guests in the Franzen home Saturday and Sunday.

 

Mrs. B. V. Merck spent Thanksgiving in Houston with her daughters.

 

Palmer Robbins was a visitor in Collegeport Tuesday.

 

Mr. Harbison spent last Saturday in Bay City.

 

Mrs. Pearl Brady Everett was a visitor in Collegeport Friday afternoon.

 

Mrs. Frank King and family went to San Marcos Friday and came back on Monday.

 

Mr. Jessie Real, Herman, Ruby Mae and Guy, went to Keechi last Friday and came back Saturday. Mrs. Real, who had been visiting in Keechi, returned with her family.

 

We notice some people moving into Collegeport. We are glad to have them.

 

Radio Echo

 

LOST.--A green freshman, with long ears, one pink eye, and blue hair. If found please return to Mr. Harbison.

 

Two sophomores made a vow of silence. At the end of twenty-five years the first one said: "Isn't this silence beautiful?" There was again silence for another twenty-five years when the other broke the silence and said: "Yes, but don't spoil it with your chatter."

 

Honor Roll.

 

A--Honor roll, seventh grade--Rosalie Nelson, Gertrude Hunt.

B--Honor roll, seventh grade--Pat Jenkins, Abel King, Minnie Chiles.

 

A--Honor roll, sixth grade--Tressie Huffhine.

B--Honor roll, sixth grade--Alline Harbison, Guy Real, Aaron Penland, Gustave Franzen.

 

High School Honor Roll.

 

A--Lera Hunt, Raymond Hunt.

B--Winston McKissick, Norman Carrick, Francis King, Beth Eisel, Hutchins King, Ruby Mae Real, Arthur Liggett

 

"A" Honor Roll.

Third grade--Viola Prunty.

Fourth grade--Jedie Franke Chiles.

Fifth grade--Roberta Liggett.

 

"B" Honor Roll.

Third grade--Chester Corporon, Helen Faunce.

Fourth grade--Fred King, Emma Franzen, Marjorie Brimberry, Jane Ackerman.

 

"A" Honor Roll.

First grade--Ruby Grace Prunty, Leo Alexander.

 

"B" Honor Roll.

[First grade]--Curtis Dickert, Alex Franzen.

 

"A" Honor Roll.

Second grade--Milford Liggett, Frances Brimberry, Ethel Nelson.

 

"B" Honor Roll.

[Second grade]--Willard Gregory, Wilburn Miller, Bob Ackerman, Lucile Dickert, Lydia Hale.

 

The Daily Tribune, Thursday, December 4, 1930

 

 

THOUGHTS ABOUT CURRENT EVENTS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

Mr. C. A. Faunce has been busy for several weeks baling rice straw and shipping about twenty-five cars. Rice straw is relished by work stock and cattle because of the sweetness. It is equal in value and in some ways superior to the common prairie hay. Henry & Morrison gave the following analysis of the digestive nutrients in rice straw and Western prairie hay the latter being a much superior product to our own prairie hay Prairie hay contains the following digestive nutrients: crude protein 4 per cent; carbohydrates 41.4 per cent; fat 1.1? per cent a total of digestive nutrients of 47.9 per cent, while the nutritive ratio is 11.0. Of rice straw we have this: crude protein 9 per cent; carbohydrates 37.8 per cent; fat 3 per cent, a total of 39.4 per cent digestible nutrients, with a nutritive ratio of 42.8. Rice straw is superior to our common prairie hay because it is more palatable sweetness. I have seen in Williamson county, farmers burn oat straw and then buy cotton seed hulls at $16 per ton. Poor economy, but burning rice straw and cutting prairie hay gives same results.

 

Mr. Faunce estimated that if all the rice straw produced in Texas could be baled it would yield about one million dollars in valuable roughage. We should use more of this valuable feed. It is cheap and available.

 

By the time this is in type, Ruth Mowery, now Mrs. Watson Barker will be home for the holiday season. Every man, woman and child in the burg will be glad to see her for she practically grew up with us.

 

Clifford and Arnold Franzen drove down last Sunday with some friends and had the luck to take away two geese and several ducks. These Franzen kids simply cannot and will not stay away from home very long. Soon as they are free for a short time they point straight for the home farm. And by the way, Gus Franzen should receive a good spanking. The other day finding a newly born calf in the pasture, he took it on his back and carried it a half mile to the barn lot, and for doing the trick he paid. In his health condition he has no business to attempt such a job. We can easily get along without a calf but we do not care to lose Gus Franzen.

 

This has been quite a delicious week for here is another nosegay "You certainly must not think of discontinuing your 'Thoughts' column. I have already, in my poor way, told you how much I enjoy them, and I have heard many other people say that your column is the first thing they look for in the Tribune. So by all means keep up your good work." Say, isn't life wonderful.

 

During the past week we have had the pleasure of enjoying sunshine and shadow. For days the sun never appeared and then one morning it rose from its bed in the east a great crimson globe and soon its warming rays changed our lives. What would we do without this glorious sun? Die? Yes, in a few short weeks of starvation and then the end of the world so far as we are concerned. We should daily thank God for this great blessed necessity.

 

The teachers are busy getting the pupils ready for the holiday vacation.

 

I wonder why every time one of our young ladies goes to Bay City for a week end, a brilliant blond arrives from that city to spend the weekend in Collegeport? I will gladly pay a penny for the answer. While here, she rides around in a Chivy.

 

If any person cares to give Ben R. Mowery a Christmas gift I suggest three pounds of "Old Briar." I have tried to sell him on R. J. R., but failed.

 

Some folks is set in their ways. Now take Seth Corse for example. Fill him up on roast capon and cherry pie and he is content with a pipe full of R. J. R.

 

Richard Corporon sometimes called "Dickdorothy" is feeding some extra fine Christmas birds on shelled corn. They are so fat they can hardly walk and are available at a price well--the price is secret so far, but no matter what it is, he delivers fine birds.

 

I expect that my Corona will be home by the 24th and then I can return the Woodstock much to the delight of its owner whom I have imposed upon. But, anyway, good natured folks are always imposed upon. She has kept thoughts going if that is a satisfaction.

 

In spite of the so called "hard times" which many people complain about, the U. S. department of commerce states that in this country there are now more than 13, 478,000 radio sets in operation. New York, California and Illinois lead with each over a million. Texas uses 364,000, while Nevada manages to get along with 23,000 sets. It looks as though manufacturers of radio apparatus had enjoyed a prosperous business during these days of repression, chastening, calming.

 

At the meeting of national advertisers held in Washington, November 10, those present stressed the influence of advertisers upon public opinion and advised that the advertisers in a community meet together in sort of a clearing house, discuss their advertising problems and adopt a uniform plan by which the space used might not only be profitable to the advertiser but at the same time direct the outside public's attention to the community. The injection into advertising copy of constructive suggestions for community benefit was urged.

 

The space used by the three banks in Bay City the past week is an example of co-operative and cumulative advertising. Good stuff. What size can sells best over the counter of grocery's? I was surprised to learn that a survey shows that the No. 2 1/2 can containing 1-pound, 10-ounces, accounted for but 19.82 per cent of sales while the No. 2 can containing 1-pound, 4 ounces, accounted for 59.27 per cent. The No. 1 can was third. The smaller the container the bigger the cost of the contents.

 

The women who operate the Woman's Union are a hard working, shrewd bunch and it is not often that anything is put over them, but I did the trick last Thursday at the annual bazaar. Because of the inclement weather the "MW" thought best to stay at home but she did hone for oysters, so I grabbed a bucket and went over and asked for a quart of the famous Matagorda bay "Ostress Virginianas" and offered to pay one dollar or what is commonly known as a frog skin. Did I get them? I should say not. Mesdames Nelson and King went into executive session and at last announced that under no consideration would they sell me a quart, so I put my frog skin back from whence it came and prepared to depart. On the way out I met a wise little bird and she told me that they served twelve oysters for twenty cents and advised me to buy five servings. I returned to the committee and ordered five servings and they counted out sixty big fat luscious ostoines and took my dollar. The quart I wanted to buy would contain about fifty bivalves, while buying five servings I obtained sixty for my dollar billy. I feel satisfied that I got a good bargain for once off this organization.

 

Hurrah! Hurrah! and a couple of more. Well, anyway, the "MW" feasted on oysters raw and fried while I dripped delicious soup all over my wescut and a few other habiliments.

 

Thank you beautiful little bird for the song you sang to me.

 

Sunday the last day of November was a good day for me that night at 8 o'clock the miserable wretch returned to the home roost. She had a delightful time in San Antonio with our Mary Louise and returned looking like a new bird. What is home without a mother? I'll tell the world that it is just nothing. I know for five days I had to get along with out maw.

 

December 21 "OBFE" will be here for a ten-day stay and that will fill our Christmas stocking full of joy and happiness.

 

Here is a beaute of a bunch of sweet smelling flowers sent me by a Tribune reader who is confined to the room with illness. Wish you could see the beautifully written letter which brought the words. Here it is "Deceit is one of the things I cannot endure--I believe that is one reason your 'Thoughts' are always so entertaining and convincing because you write what you really think. I have always admired those who were big enough and honest enough to be plain spoken, and I might add that I have a great admiration for your column, and read it religiously--even O. O. has nothing on you! I too, particularly enjoyed "The Squaw  Woman" which recently completed in the Saturday Evening Post. Don't you think that you and Mrs. Clapp were able to attend the highway celebration at Palacios without having to swim the bay. As for myself, I had to spend the day at home in bed, as I spend all my days now, but when I read your comments on the affair, I felt almost as if I had been there myself."

 

Now folks, let me tell you that although I enjoy the salary that comes to me for writing this string, much more do I enjoy reading such letters and the thought that in my poor way I have given some pleasure to a person confined to the room repays me generously for the time spent in thinking thoughts. I sure do enjoy reading such letters and I never throw brickbats in the wastebasket. No sir! they all have an honored place in my scrap book.

 

The other night in my mail I found a large square envelope and I wonder "who is getting married now." I opened it and sure enough it was about a marriage that took place fifty years ago. December 14. The card was a beauty, engraved in gold script which alone told the story but in one corner was 1880 and in the opposite corner appeared 1930. The text invites us three Homecrofters to a reception from one to six in the afternoon of December 14th at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Goff. I will tell you folks that when a man and woman have looked at each other across the table for 18,250 days and still on the job of loving faithfulness, they are entitled to a reception and so we will be there to do our bit in honoring this worthy couple. I hope that they will live to enjoy another fifty years and that we Homecrofters may attend the centennial. Their daughter and her husband are here for the event. Drove from Chicago, 1,314 miles, leaving Chi at 4 a. m. Tuesday and arriving at the Metropolis of the Magic Bottle at 10 a. m. Thursday. Some driving but they wanted to be sure to be here in time for the golden jubilee.

 

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, December 9, 1930

 

 

COLLEGEPORT

 

Community News.

 

The John Williams family moved to a farm south of Collegeport last week from Ashby.

 

The Harveys have moved into the house across from the Harbisons.

 

The first golden wedding anniversary to occur in Collegeport will be celebrated Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Goff. Their children with their families plan to be home for this occasion. Many of their friends have been invited to call on them Sunday afternoon. We congratulate them and wish them many more happy days together.

 

Mr. Elmer Chiles was home for the week-end.

 

Miss Williams spent Saturday and Sunday in Bay City.

 

Many of the Collegeport women attended the federation of clubs at Wadsworth last Saturday.

 

The bazaar which was conducted under the auspices of the Woman's Union last Thursday netted a good return although it rained all day long.

 

The men of the community gathered at the church Tuesday to put on a roof so that no longer need this building be wholly but holy. The women were there doing their part as usual. They served a good dinner to the hard working men.

 

Dean Merck left for Houston on Sunday where he will spend several days.

 

Gerald Merck, wife and son, from San Antonio came home to spend Gerald's vacation with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Jack Holsworth motored to Houston Wednesday.

 

School News.

 

Joe Earl Pollard is absent from school again, being very ill with scarlet fever. We all hope he will soon be better.

 

It is beginning to look like Christmas in all the schoolrooms. We are, also, planning a Christmas program for Christmas eve night.

 

The faculty met Monday afternoon and finished the work on the library. The library is opened every Friday at noon to check out and recheck books. We are very proud of our school library and are planning to add to it from time to time.

 

Five new pupils entered the portals of Bay View Monday morning. Cecil Keith, Amy and Gilbert Williams entered in the primary room. Mary and John Williams entered in the intermediate rooms. The Williams children come to us from Ashby and Cecil Keith has been transferred from Houston.

 

We are sorry to lose Leslie Lee Chiles, Monday. He has gone to Palacios to be with his sister, Mrs. Louise Duffy.

 

Wilbur Woods and Douglas Shivers were visitors at school Monday morning.

 

The pupils were glad to find the playground dry Monday morning so that they could enter into their outdoor games once again.

 

The Daily Tribune, Thursday, December 11, 1930

 

 

THOUGHTS ABOUT PICTURES OF JESUS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Hattie Kundinger is away this week on a trip with her mother, Mrs. V. R. Haisley, to Aransas Pass for a visit with the latter's granddaughter. Business will no doubt fall off considerably at the Collegeport pharmacy during her absence.

 

Several years ago one of our boys, Gerald Merck, left the burg a fortune seeking in the way of a better education. He left as one of our local country boys but he comes back a well set up, bright, alert, business man, a success in his line and he brings with him a wife and son. None of the boys he left at home have accumulated as Gerald has. Some of the boys better take a leaf from Gerald's diary and go away also, that is, provided they have the guts and can stay away from mama for a short while.

 

Well, anyway, about twenty-two fellers got together Tuesday and Wednesday and now the community house is roofed with galvanized iron and ready for a century of storms. This gang was well fed by the ladies under the supervision of Mrs. Reba Wright and the work up in the air appeared to be bossed by L. E. Liggett and Haisley Mills.

 

Mrs. Penland has received a fine Christmas gift from Mr. A. B. Pierce in the form of a big golden bronze turkey gobbler. She says he weighs one hundred and thirty-five pounds but perhaps it is only thirty-five for even that is enough.

 

I met Sara Marie Penland for the first time Tuesday. She tells me that she is delighted with the Collegeport country and although she has been here only a few weeks, has decided to stay.

 

For twenty years the Woman's club have featured the Christmas spirit with a tree at the time of their regular December meeting. The tree will be there this year as usual but all gifts will be wrapped and sent to the Reynolds orphan home at Dallas. A commendable way to aid in giving joy and pleasure to the children of that home.

 

I have just learned that the granddaughter Mrs. Haisley visited in Aransas Pass was Mrs. Budd DeWald, who will be remembered as Faye Woods.

 

This week comes the birthday of my son, Harry B. Clapp. Tod will be forty-five years old Friday and he is a son any father would be proud to possess.

 

"My son when first I looked into thine eyes

And knew that thou wert mine,

My heart filled full of love and

Flowed over into thine.

Now you have reached man's estate

It's my joy that you still are mine

And to you this story I relate

My heart of love reaches clear to thine."

--Fragments from Hack.

 

The only wish I have is that Tod might come down and play in our yard and with his Ann and Nancy. Come on down, the weather is fine.

 

Mrs. Jack Martin (Elvie Merck) is home with her two fine kiddies for a short visit with her parents. She is a greater collector than Gerald for she has two fine sons. Never mind Gerald, a good day is coming for you some day will bring them home in bunches.

 

Several cases of scarlet fever having broken out, the Doctors Simon and Wagner came down Wednesday and meeting with the school board decided it best to close the school for the balance of this term, so the kiddies are having quite a vacation. I see little use in this action as most of them assemble about the postoffice every night just as is their custom during school sessions. A few parents are keeping their children at home, but not many.

 

Roberta Liggett, the last victim, is reported in splendid condition and making a quick recovery which pleases all of the little lady's friends.

 

Saturday night, I and the miserable wretch were entertained at the Burton D. Hurd home with an enjoyable radio concert, the outstanding feature being several selections from the classics by Walter Domrosch and his orchestra.

 

Sunday was brightened with a visit from the Louie Walter family which included their fine daughter, Louise. The conversation was principally between Mrs. Walter and the MW, but the rest at times were able to cut in but not often.

 

Dorothy Franzen taking advantage of the enforced vacation left Sunday for Houston via Bay City where she met her brother, Clifford.

 

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, December 16, 1930

 


Isn’t Life Wonderful
By Harry Austin Clapp

The stars fade. The first blush of dawn shows in the east. The night passed. Day came. The sun rose from its bed a golden globe of promise. The turquoise blue of heavens canopy unflecked by a single cloud. All a brilliant blue above and the earth blushing in the warm rays of the sun. The waters of the bay brushed into wavelets by the soft south breeze glistened, gleamed and sparkled in the gorgeous sunlight and as they broke on the beach they sang a song of love and constancy. Flowers nodded in the breeze. Birds sang. The very air seemed filled with joy. Thus was the curtain raised on a stage set for the Golden Wedding anniversary of Frederick W. Goff and she who at one time was Eva Council.

December 14, 1880, these two plighted their troth in the little village of Fancy Prairie in the state of Illinois. Fifty years pass and this day about one hundred of their friends and neighbors come to their Collegeport bayside home to give congratulations and honor on their golden day.

The years have pressed lightly upon their heads and God has been generous in disposal of His gifts. The night before, fourteen members of the Goff family sat at a table and broke bread. A son, Homer, with his wife and four children, William, Francis, Russell and Gwendolyn, a daughter, Mrs. Nelie Burnett of Sweetwater, Ill., with her family of four, Harold James, Homer and Florence. (Mrs. Sneidger) with her infant son, Leroy.

Eight grandchildren and one great grandchild, truly a splendid group of jewels to gather in a lifetime.

The rooms of the Goff home were decorated in yellow and white, the colors chosen by the bride and the dining room table from which the collation was served was made beautiful by the same colors typical of the occasion. In the center of the table reposed an enormous three story bride’s cake, which glistened with its sugared frostiness, this being banked with yellow and white blooms while tall candle sticks on each corner completed the table ensemble.

Just before refreshments were served the guests were requested to gather in the front room where Mr. Ben R. Mowery, in his usual happy manner, addressed the bride and groom and presented them with a purse of gold the loving gift of their many local friends and neighbors.

Mr. Goff was overcome and unable to express his thanks but Mrs. Goff attempting to respond broke down in sobs of joy. Another gift of gold was sent them by friends who knew them when they lived in Illinois.

“Then before all they stand the holy vow
And ring of gold, no fond illusions now,
Bind her as his. Across the threshold led.
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed,
His house she enters,--there to be the light,
Shining within, when all without is night;
A guardian angel o’er his life presiding.
Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing,
Winning him back when mingling in the throng,
Back from the world we love, alas! too long.
To fireside happiness to hours of ease,
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
How oft her eyes read his; her gentle mind
To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined;
Still subject, ever on the watch to borrow
Mirth of his mirth, and sorrow of his sorrow.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
‘Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell,
And feeling heart-throbs—touch them but rightly pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!”
--Samuel Rogers.

Thus passed a golden perfect day for Mr. and Mrs. Frederick W. Goff Say, Isn’t life wonderful?

Among those present were Mr. Gustave Franzen and family, Mr. and Mrs. Hugo Kundinger, Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Corporon, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lewis Eisel, Mr. and Mrs. Seth W. Corse, Mr. and Mrs. Louis Walter and daughter, Louise; Mr. Stanley Wright, Mrs. Rena Wright, Mr. and Mrs. Ben R. Mowery, Mr. North Cable, Mr. W. V. Batchelder, Mr. and Mrs. Roy Nelson, the Misses Rosalie and Ethel Nelson, Mr. John D. Evans, Mr. and Mrs. John B. Heisey, Mrs. Anna D. Crane, Mr. and Mrs. George Welsby, Mr. and Mrs. John Carrick, Mr. and Mrs. V. R. Haisley, Mr. and Mrs. Mason Standish Holsworth, Mrs. Helen Holsworth, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp, Mr. and Mrs. Albert G. Hunt, Mr. and Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, Mrs. Frank Ramsey and Mr. J. J. Harbison.

The Daily Tribune, December 17, 1930
 


THOUGHTS ABOUT CHRISTMAS JOYS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

The difference between Durham, N. C., and Collegeport is that Durham has more factories than dogs, while this burg has more dogs than factories.

 

One day as I was leaving our home for the P. O. and our daily letter I saw a fagon [wagon?] approaching and on the seat a man and girl. The man turned to the girl and evidently asked who is that man and her reply was easily heard by me "O, that's old man Clapp." I confess that I was shocked for it was the first time I had heard myself called an old man. Since we are all approaching the time when we are sure to be called either a dear old soul or a horrid old thing, let us fly our joy signals now, so that there may be no doubt of our future cognomen.

 

Back of the ruins of the bank building which still points its accusing fingers to the sky, there grew a splendid huisache tree. God had been growing that tree for perhaps fifty years. It had a spread of about twenty-five feet and limbs twelve to fifteen feet long and five inches through.

 

North Cable liked the tree and kept it pruned. It was big and green and gave haps of shade and North was rather proud of it. The other day along comes John and with an ax soon made a wreck of the tree. God grew, John wanted wood, but the beautiful tree is no more. The stump stands and it points accusing fingers to the sky.

 

The King's Daughters met with Mrs. Wright this week with a small attendance of members but a good representation of King's Sons.

 

Mamie Franzen is home again for the holiday season and soon Clifford will be here and then will come Arnold so the Franzen family will be together at the Christmas tide.

 

The Bachman store has a beautiful Christmas window the central piece being a tall tree trimmed with the usual holiday glitter and sparkle. Gifts are displayed under and on the tree and it is a credit to Mrs. Crane who planned the display.

 

Gladys Harbison not to be outdone by my son, Tod, announces that she was also born on the 19th of December.

 

The Collegeport Pharmacy is also decorated with the Christmas theme and H. & H., the general managers, are busy passing out toys et cetera. Hattie, the Mayor domo of the firm, is so well known that some of our colored residents have their mail sent "Care of Miss Hattie" and it is always delivered.

 

Mrs. Hendricks, better known to the old timers as Mrs. Brasfield died at her home in Houston Friday. Interment at Bay City, Saturday and services at the cemetery. Victor Brasfield, the last of the clan, was present with his wife and Mr. and Mrs. Burton D. Hurd of Collegeport also attended.

 

John Carrick has brought in some turnips of most excellent quality and size which only proves that this soil will produce turnips.

 

Glad to state that Roberta Liggett is out of the "doll-drums" and now sailing easy to complete recovery.

 

School will open Monday morning, December 29 which of course pleases all of the kiddies, that is, almost all.

 

A great joy was offered to the miserable wretch in an invitation to play the organ at St. Mark's Midnight service Wednesday night, December 24. A pupil of Clarence Eddy, one who has played in Catholic, Episcopal and many Protestant churches, the touch of the organ is a joy to a soul which has fed on music for a life time. This service would have added sweetness to her already fragrant soul but health conditions would not permit, so her Christmas tide will be tinged with just a touch of sadness. Some other time, with different weather conditions, maybe, we hope so anyway.

 

Saturday night came to us Homecrofters fifteen pounds of buckwheat flour. I[t] should be buck wheat flower. Anyway from now on until we scrape the last sack we revel, feast, make merry with buckwheat cakes. Don't you fellers wish you were Homecrofters?

 

Our old friend of many years, Robert Murry, gave us the first Christmas gift in the form of a big juicy, fat roast of beef. Robert rolls is own, and like the fellow who smokes R. J. R. in a cob pipe is one of the original good fellows. Looks as though we would eat this week if we starve the rest of the year.

 

The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, December 24, 1930

 


Thoughts About Resolutions
By Harry Austin Clapp

About all I can gather from reading the Tribune or the Beacon is all I know, but when I can’t find it in those two excellent religious issues I look to the Bible and the dictionary.

This time however, the Bible fails me, for I do not find a word about resolutions in that book. The only thing I find is resolved and that in Luke 16L4. “I am resolved what to do, when I am put out of the stewardships, they may receive me into their houses.”

So I will call on Noah and he defines resolution as “the act, operation or process of resolving; the state of being resolved or firm in opinion or thought.” As a rule I think little of resolutions made at the close of a year. To me, it is too much like confession at the hour of dissolution. “Remorse the water wagon is the place for me is the song of that clever comedian, Frank Daniels, and it is the song sung by many as the old year closes. But it is not too late fellows, to resolute.

I am one of those who feels remorse. Can’t find a thing about it in the Bible so guess they never had remorse in them there days. So filled with remorse, for the things I should have done but failed to do, I have resolved that this new year I shall be more generous with my friends, more tolerant with my enemies. I will use no bootleg likker. I will continue to smoke R. J. R. unless some one sends me a big box of Old English Tobacco in which case I will switch until it is gone.

I will try earnestly to make the miserable wretch less miserable. I make this resolution not because of the aforesaid F. W. but to satisfy the women readers of the Tribune who resent my use of the term. Be easy sisters for I shall try it for a year. I will not begin to use chewing tobacco. I will really make an attempt to cut out the use of profanity. I do this because I would like to be something like Carey Smith, the man with no bad habits. I will not during the year 1931, indulge in dancing by which I mean standing in one place and jumping up and down. If I find a skirt who can dance the old time waltz I shall not hold her as close as the law permits and step a few. I will not ride on the running board of an auto, especially if Mrs. Chiles is the driver and I will not ride with a drunken driver unless I am also tanked up.

In this case I shall be careful who the driver is for it is not every one I care to go to hell with. I shall continue at every opportunity to gorge myself on those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and for that purpose shall do all in my power to cement the very cordial friendship which now exists between me and the maker of that delicious trouser tightener. I shall endeavor to write Mary Louise each day as I have done for the past three years. I will make an attempt to secure a promise from my son Toddie to write me at least once each month.

Realizing that during the year 1930 I lived an almost sinless life I shall try next year to be sinless. This should be easy in this burg for we have no wild women, no stills and no breweries since the last raid, no speakeasies, no cabarets, no gaming palaces. Gambling is not done in palaces hereabouts, but in barns, warehouses, back rooms and consists principally in shaking the bones. I never was much good with the bones. Give me a roulette or faro but neither one of these purse emptiers are here so I am safe.

I will not put up a batch of home brew unless Joe Mangum brings back that twelve gallon crock. When I feel dry instead of drinking home brew I will read the Congressional Record for in that safety lies. I will attend the local church when I feel like it and my own service when ever I have the opportunity. I will not fail to be present at every community affair when eats are provided. I enjoy gustatorial events. I shall continue to read the Tribune and the Beacon for in them I find all the information required to become a very religious member of this exclusive hamlet. I shall write Dr. Van Wormer from time to time even if he fails to respond. I will buy my radishes from North Cable and my turnips from John Carrick even if the latter are at times a bit passé.

Realizing that readers of a religious paper wish some substantial and interesting stuff continue to think “Thoughts” but fear few of them realize what a tough, obdurate, formidable task it is to think fifty two times each year.

At times the muse, muses, easily and smoothly, but at other times the fickle wench appears to be a bit of copy. I shall vote the republican ticket unless Oscar Barber, R. A. Kleska or Charley Langham run again, which of course they will do, for although they may die, they will never forget how to run. I intend to take more interest in civic affairs and in the school and in doing all this will make an attempt to attend several meetings of the King’s Daughters for that is where the big eats assemble. Never during the new year will I beat up the miserable wretch. Now folks, I have given you my platform for 1931. If I succeed in doing all these things I will be a very good boy. And now let me wish every reader of the Tribune a very happy and prosperous new year.  I hope the God of us all will be generous and shower each of you with blessings especially the new subscribers who up to this time have borrowed the Tribune, Vaya con Dio.

Well, anyway, Christmas has gone and went for this year and if folks did not have a happy time it was probably mostly their own fault. Gifts are not required for Christmas joys are in the heart and soul. Us Homecrofters received many cards many of them very beautiful all carrying messages of joy but one received from a woman reader of the Tribune stands out, for on this card she wrote these words: “At this season of the year my thoughts revert to your “Thoughts” in the Tribune and the many tributes you paid to friends. Can assure you we appreciate the compliments and enjoy reading your writings so much. But I want to know why you call your dear little wife, whom I have met at the Episcopal church, the miserable wretch. Do you make her so miserable.” Such are the dividends that come to me. The reason why I call my fine and loyal wife the miserable wretch is still a secret known to only us two. After you folks red the pessimistic letter written by Charles Rutherford and printed in last week’s Beacon, turn to page six of the Saturday Evening Post of December 27 and read “Through One Banker’s Eyes.” After this tell yourself which writer is correct. A few more letters like the one in the Beacon and we sure will have hard times in Matagorda county. Once very little while the Congressional Record prints something worth while. This something stands out in the midst of the usual slush like a diamond in a mudpile. It is the prayer uttered by the chaplain at the opening of the present session. It is too beautiful to be buried in the record and as brief as it is beautiful, so I give here for the Tribune readers.

“Almighty God, who hast given the dawn its inalienable glory, midnight its quenchless stars, noonday its possibilities, and the westerling sun its vesper hymn, speak to these hearts of ours, woven as they are of human joys and cares, washed with sorrow, swift with mirth, like waters blown by changing winds to laughter, that dawn and sunset and all colors of the earth may yield to us their richest store years. Light thou our way of life, that we may become the world’s night and set to pulsing music the unthinking silence that men call death.

So in the hush of this tryst with Thee
Speak to our hearts, dear Lord, and set them free.
Amen!”

Last Sunday was John Gregory’s last Sabbath. On that day he was enjoying his usual health and at 10 a. m. retired but continued talking with his family until they noticed a peculiar sound and going to his bed found him unconscious and in this condition he remained until Christmas night and at 2  a. m. he breathed his last. He simply slept away from life and easily and painlessly passed over the river. Mr. Gregory was sixty years of age and well known to all our people. He leaves a wife and seven children and brother who lives in Cuero.

Who will say that God was not merciful to John  Gregory when He gathered him to his fathers. Funeral was held Friday at 2 p.m. and interment in Sunnyside cemetery.

Margaret Holsworth came in on Sunday for  week’s stay with her homefolks. She was obliged to hurry back to Chicago because of school business in that city where she is a teacher.

The Burton D. Hurds motored to Houston for the day with the Morris family.

Well, anyway, on Wednesday, came our own bright star in the person of Mary Louise, the greatest Christmas gift we can possibly receive. She has a ten-day vacation which means ten days of joy and happiness to us.

This is for the benefit and education of our local folk. Under the laws passed by the last legislature no dead body may be removed or buried unless a permit is secured from the local registrar who in this case is the justice of the peace. No sexton or person in charge of the cemetery shall allow a body to be buried unless the permit is presented. The penalty for violation of this act is a fine of not less than five dollars or more than fifty dollars. Might be as well and save some money by observing this law in the future. It is called the Vital Statistics act and it also requires the registration of births.

Came for the Christmas holidays Mr. and Mrs. Watson Mowery [Barker]. She looks fine thank you.

We went over to Collegeport’s palatial pharmacy the place where they sell that sodalicious ice cream and Hugo reports a better business than he expected. I asked Hattie if she had any beer yeast and when told that she had, I bought  a cake, brought it home and the miserable wretch used it for bread. Just think of it fellows, the very idea, when one many buy bread.

Hope no one tells Joe Mangum about this, for he might raid the pharmacy.

Found a wrist watch in front of Colonel Fulcher’s residence and like a ninny I turned it over to Mrs. Fulcher. Next time any one leaves a watch lying around, it will be goodbye watch.

Hope some one slaps my wrist.

Gladys Harbison is now wearing a station agent’s cap so it looks as though business would pick up, for who wants to transact business with Charley Prunty when Gladys is around?

Santa Claus was sure good to me for he sent me a big box of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and I guess Santa’s name is Carrie this time. Also came a big fruit cake from my dear cousin, Nellie Clapp of Corsicana. It was loaded with fruits and nuts in generous quantity and quality. Just simply a reflection of Nellie’s great big heart. She never forgets me. Mrs. Chiles has been visiting with Emmitt in Victoria for ten days and came home Saturday with her car loaded with kiddies. Don’t know where she picked them up. The Franzen family were happy as every member was present for the great day.

The Daily Tribune, December 1930
 

 

 

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