Collegeport Articles

 

July, 1930
 


Thoughts Standing on the Mountain Top
By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

Well, anyway, “the moving finger writes and having writ moves on.”

Mr. and Mrs. Duller arrived Sunday morning to the bedside of Mrs. Duller’s mother, Mrs. Seth Corse, and we are glad to report that from almost that moment, improvement began.

The Franzen family have been entertaining College friends of Arnold, Clifford and Dorothy. Five Rice boys were with them and all went a fishin’ but about all they caught was a mosquito bite.

Mr. Gus Franzen is improving slowly but that’s much better than a slippin.’

Mr. and Mrs. Austin Oberwetter arrived Saturday for a short visit with Aunt Dena Hurd, returning to Houston on Sunday.

Regret to report that Frances Eisel is still confined to the house but I guess it is worth it for boxes of flowers arrive frequently from Houston. Don’t blame the sender for thinking of such a fine girl and telling her with flowers. Suppose it’s part of the oil business.

The county road graders are at work on the village streets and are adept at making fine canals. The old style graders drew the dirt from the bar pits and gave the road a crown that would provide perfect drainage. The new method, as we observe, is to cut off the crown and leave a shoulder from six to eighteen inches high at each side. This is a cute device to keep water on the roads, provides excellent bogs, which in turn develops into splendid auto traps.

Fleming Chiles, wife and young son are here for a short visit with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Emmitt Chiles. Fleming is chief engineer for a Humble pumping plant at Lytle.

Gus Franzen has so improved that Sunday he leaves for foreign parts, including Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois. He will be accompanied by Mrs. Franzen, Dorothy, Alex, James and Emma.

At the League meeting, Thursday night, Mesdames Hurd and Liggett and Miss Ruth Mowery served two kinds of angel food and scrumptious orange punch. The two devils present consumed the food for angels and went home feeling quite heavenly.

Mr. E. L. Hall, the man who runs the Portsmouth Limited, is confined to his room with a peculiar illness but at this writing is on the gain and soon one will be privileged to hear his cheery “All Aboard.”

Roberta Liggett always looks sweet, but in pajamas she looks much more sugary, saccharine, melodious.

When you folks in Springfield, Quincy, Chicago or Detroit wipe the transpiration from your brow remember that 94 is the highest the mercury has gone here in Collegeport with that a brisk cooling breeze night and day, spray from the sea. Come on down before the summer wanes. Take an evening dip.

Colonel and Mrs. Fulcher returned Tuesday from a trip to Thorndale. The Fulcher family reunioned on the occasion of their mother’s birthday. Guess they had a royal time for only 58 children and grandchildren were at the table when the call “come and get it” was heard. It’s a wonderful thing in these days when children remember their parents’ birthdays.

The Heisey family are back from a visit with their son at Houston. John Heisey said he had no trouble with the policemen.

I read many papers, among them the Beacon, and I wonder why Palacios, if it is as busy a burg as they brag of, does not patronize the Beacon more liberally. Last week’s paper had 184.5 inches of advertising from local business men. Doc Popper took 19 inches and the July 4th celebration used 30 inches. As only fifteen business and professional men used space, I, being an outsider, feel sure that the “City by the Sea” must be a very small village “by the pond.”

The local paper is the flag bearer of any community. It goes ahead, reaches out and people use it as a yard stick to measure the size, prosperity, desirability of the community. It is no charity to buy advertising space of your paper unless it is charity when the editor buys a pair of shoes or a ham or a loaf of bread from a dealer. Both are strictly business deals, but local business men showed remember this fact that the paper is always in the van.

“Standard and gonfalous ‘twixt van and rear
Streams in the air.”
--Milton

Whether a town grows or shrinks we may be sure that outsiders will use the local paper as a mirror and judge the town by the reflection.

Hattie Kundinger, proprietor of the Collegeport Pharmacy, ever-alert to her slogan: “Service First,” has installed through the co-operation of the Central Power and Light Company an ice house. Hugo states that ice will be sold at one cent per pound in pound lots and in quantities of that size delivered any place in the burg. This means some of us may have iced tea and cold beer.

Now that the C. P. & L. C. have shown their face here, maybe and perhaps, the next thing will be a wire through which or on which electric service will be delivered. Hattie will still deliver yeast for home brew or even bread at three cents per cake. Where can such service be had?

Fable: Once upon a time there was a man who didn’t like to see his name in print.

The Daily Tribune, July, 1930?

 


THOUGHTS WHILE ROAMIN'

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

Heard a feller say "Yes, crops look pretty fair now, but you just wait until the bugs and worms get busy." I thought, why is it that there are so many people who never lose an opportunity to enjoy being miserable.

 

The sweet peppers from the Liggett garden are large size, fleshy, fine flavor and color and yet there be some who say this country is good only for rice and cattle.

 

Drove--I mean motored, with Seth Corse to the bayshore Sunday. The beach is covered with driftwood, enough to warm Matagorda County.

 

Under the direction of Victor LeTulle, good roads have been opened, making easy access to Portsmouth. A beautiful drive. The bay spread out a vast, expanse of water. The waves rose and fell and sparkled in the sunlight and broke on the shell beach with musical tinkles that delighted the ear. Some day this splendid beach will be a wonderful pleasure place.

 

Rice promises a bumper crop. It is beautiful in its gorgeous green dress, the plants waving in the breeze with ever-changing shades.

 

Cotton as a rule is clean, thrifty, free from pests, putting on fruit and holding it.

 

Ice at fifty cents is a necessity, at seventy-five it is voluptuousness but at one dollar it is a luxury. Charge all the traffic will bear and make small sales is one way of doing business. The other way is to make a fair and reasonable profit and triple the output. The United States Supreme Court says "Good will is the disposition of the pleased customer to return to the place where he has been well treated." At one cent per pound the ice business in this burg will continue to be a small business.

 

Mr. George Welsby, after a two months sojourn in Houston has returned home greatly improved in health.

 

Rumor informs me that the oil well now drilling south of town is getting quite frisky and tried to blow up the other day. After strenuous efforts it decided to be good for a time at least. The Humble outfit of explorers are busy going over the townsite with their instruments and they report pleasing results.

 

One of our young lady proponents for scant skirts, has blossomed out in a new gown that comes nearly to her ankles. She has been so used to wearing what approached a girdle that these swashing skirts must feel a bit strange. Take it from me but some will follow the style if it means nakedness at one extreme and dragging skirts at the other.

 

Mrs. H. J. Stoops and daughter, of Downer's Grove Ill., arrived on Wednesday morning for a visit with Mr. Stoops who has been ill at the Mowery home for several weeks. Lost in the maze of new road grades they missed the "nine-foot sidewalk" and at last reached Collegeport at three-thirty a.m.

 

Figures released by the supervisor of census are not very flattering to Matagorda County or to Collegeport, or if I may go farther, to any precinct. The county has accumulated 1082 people of which 840 stopped at Bay City which leaves the enormous number of 240 for the balance of the county. Here in our precinct we have 85 less people than we had ten years ago and only 168 more than we had in 1910. The number of farms in the county has decreased by 70 and in our precinct we have 12 less than in 1920. Bay City has managed to absorb 840 people and now has a population of 4070? (not very legible). These figures are not at all satisfying, especially when one thinks of all the so called boosting efforts during the last twenty years. The harvest has been nil or words to that effect. The moral is that Bay City cannot sit smugly on the banks of a bay twenty miles away and expect to grow into a metropolis feeding herself and feeding on her self unless she develops the farming area of the county by the establishment of more small farms. Big farms never have and never will grow a country. We need hundreds of small farms each one a home, the abiding place of a family. Such a situation will grow any town. Seventy less farms in ten years is shrinking. Ye gods!

 

The board signs which will point the way to Collegeport, Citrus Grove and Portsmouth are on the way and their needs have been made apparent during the last week in three instances. People from Chicago lost their way, two men seeking Palacios found themselves on the bayshore near the Hurd home and a family of five seeking Collegeport were five hours finding it. The latter were so delighted with the situation here that they plan to return in a month for a few days fishing and next fall for a thirty day vacation.

 

Soon, thanks to the League, the county court and unknown persons, signs will point the way from Bay City and Wadsworth to Collegeport in the Magic Bottle.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Barney Ross with their three kiddies were here from Brenham for a visit with Mrs. Ross' parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Soekland, Sr.

 

It is rumored that Louise Walter journeyed to Matamoros July 4, to witness a bull fight. I hope the bull leaves her alone for she is too fine a girl for us to lose.

 

The Franzen family are way up in Missouri by this writing hitting the ball around 400 miles per day. If some one does not stop Dorothy, she will run bang up against the North Pole.

 

Only a few old dubs were at home the fourth, even the dogs went to Palacios. Some of the girls danced all their surplus flesh off, one especially looked the morning after like a damn, damp dish rag. The miserable wretch receiving a gift of fire crackers from Frank Groves, shot them off, the meanwhile dancing and capering like a ten-year-old and indeed, she is not much over that.

 

The Woman's Union met Thursday with the Queen of the Homecrofters. The usual religious service, the business of the organization finished, refreshments were served by the hostess assisted by Miss Rosalie Nelson. About fifteen were present and they left well satisfied with their dispatched business and the hospitality received.

 

Miss Margaret Holsworth, she with the golden locks, returned to her Collegeport home from Chicago, where she teaches in the public schools. I reckon that every soul, male and female are glad to welcome this fine girl back home. There is something about this burg that calls then all back.

 

I read in the papers that the Sinclair Oil Co. has bought the Pierce Oil Corporation, which is all right so far as I am concerned if they retain as local representative Mr. Frederick Taylor Matthes. I expect they will for the Sinclair people know how to hold on to that which has been proven good.

 

Seth W. Corse reports that Mrs. Corse who has been removed to Blessing is making steady improvement and will soon be able to leave her bed.

 

A woman reader from Fairbury, Neb., writes that she reads the Tribune with interest and wants to know all about Collegeport, where she owns a farm of 35 acres. One of the A. & M. College staff writes "I received the Bay City paper which contains a very interesting write up of the little town. I read it with pleasure and am holding it on my desk for the present. I believe you ought to do more writing for the press as you do it in a very entertaining manner. I am hoping you will be able to come to the short course this summer and will be glad if I can have you in my home."

 

The flowers sure have a delightful perfume.

 

The Father-Son banquet will be held in the community house Thursday night, July 24. Service will be by the ladies of the Woman's Union which insures a menu that will satisfy the most exacting gourmand, even though he be like "that great gourmand, fat Apicius," so well described by B. Johnson. Tickets will be sold at $1 the pair and may be secured from George Harrison, Seth W. Corse or Hugo Kundinger. It's always fair weather when good fellows get together, so we hope all our men will come, each one bringing a boy for this is really a boy's affair.

 

It is Sunday evening. The skies are clear and the sun is going down way over in the northwest a big ball of golden flame shooting ribbons of gorgeous colors into the sky. I am alone for the miserable wretch has gone with the Liggett family to the B. Y. P. U. over at Palacios. No wonder I dub her the miserable wretch. Just shows what reward a man receives for years of sacrifice and toil. Love's labor lost.

 

The Daily Tribune, Friday, July 11, 1930

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MAGIC BOTTLE

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

A fable tells about a fellow who, for want of another name, was called Aladdin. This bird was not overloaded with earthly possessions but did have a lamp. He carried it around. Wanted to get rid of it, but no one seemed to care a tinkers damn about the old lamp. One day Aladdin sat, wondering what he would do with the old heirloom, when a Genii came along and told him that he might have any wish granted, provided he would secure a piece of polishing cloth, for sale at any first class store, and rub the lamp. Aladdin was skeptical, as all men are on such occasions, but he finally secured the cloth and rubbed and soon found out that what the good Genii had told him was truth.

 

Did he want power? Rub the lamp and courtiers bowed before him and asked for orders, slaves kneeled at his feet ready to do his biddings. Did he ask for jewels? One swipe with the cloth and lo, strings of soft lustered pearls hung from his neck, brilliant diamonds flashed from his fingers and toes and emeralds glistening with the green of the cool depths of the sea, gleamed from his ears.

 

Did he ask for women to grace his harem? Giving the lamp a once over and beautiful houris fawned at his feet, danced before his presence, sang entrancing and voluptuous songs, held him in their arms and kissed his lips.

 

Did he ask for food? Furbishing the lamp and eunuchs came before him bearing the world's choicest dishes, viands to tempt the most particular gourmand. Did he ask for drink? He simply burnished the old light dispenser and beautiful little girls adorned with wreaths of flowers dispensing the perfume of angels, appeared with decanters of the rarest wines and filling golden goblets offered the product of the vine.

 

Well, anyway, to shorten a long story, all that was required of Aladdin was to rub, polish, furbish, burnish, swipe the wonder lamp with the cloth and it became a magic lamp and the world was his special oyster served on the half shell with horse radish sauce.

 

Well, you ask, "what is the moral?"

 

Listen my children, and you shall hear the story of the Magic Bottle. We who live in the Collegeport district may have no magic lamp, but we do possess a Magic Bottle and treated as Aladdin treated his famous lamp, we may enjoy all that came to him and much more, for in addition, peace, happiness, contentment, the joy of wholesome life will be poured into our homes.

 

Magic Bottle in which to pack our dreams. In the story "Big-Little Collegeport," the bottle was described as a vast empire, shaped like a great bottle with the narrow neck constricted between the Palacios and Colorado Rivers, bulging out at the base and surrounded by the waters of the Colorado River and Matagorda Bay enclosing more than one hundred and twenty square miles, more than seven hundred thousand acres of fertile soil.

 

This is the Magic Bottle. No more fertile land, no greater soil possibilities, are enclosed in a similar area on the face of the earth. All its possessions are asked to do, is to rub this bottle, and all dreams come true, all wishes are granted. This means proper tillage, adequate conception or the organic laws, the growing of crops that will add to, instead of subtracting from, the organic wealth which is in the soil and in some cases dormant. It is not my intention to repeat what has been printed in the former story, but here are some facts which we may well fix in our minds.

 

For more than a year developments have been progressing, directed towards carrying out plans which were originated when Burton D. Hurd, first conceived the idea of building a community on the bay shore and developing the adjacent territory.

 

This movement has culminated recently and plans are pending for some much needed improvements which will make the Magic Bottle much more desirable.

 

To fully understand the plan it is necessary to make a brief survey of its history. It goes back twenty-five years. Like all other exploitations it had its boom. It grew and thrived like a bay tree. People came, became discouraged, left for former homes, some stayed and are here now enjoying a well earned prosperity. Then came a shrinking, a slowing up, a complete stand still but now comes the upward trend.


Affirmative and practical steps must be taken, otherwise a failure will no doubt produce conditions much worse than we have heretofore experienced. No realization ever approaches the vision. The development we hope for must be a continuous, forward, evolutionary progress. We must enjoy a cessation of fault finding, cribbling, letting George do it. There must be no factions that tend to disrupt and divide. We are now offered potent aid in solving our local difficulties.

 

Irresponsible people talk of the impossibilities that confront us. They also seem unwilling to make a sacrifice however small. A new era is before us, but we must remember new eras do not come full featured from old conditions or situations. These must be changed to fit the present. We must first have a larger measure of confidence. Moral support must be given in overwhelming measure. While we do not expect that all situations are always approved by each of us, we may make concessions, and they flowing together in one great stream, will be so mingled as to greatly assist and encourage the bringing about a realization of visions.

 

The fact is, that at this time, more than at any period in the history of this section many people from other portions of the state and nation are looking towards the Texas midcoast. Looking? Yes, looking, looking for homes where they may retire in peace and comfort, homes, on the land where there may be produced necessities of a farm home, looking for sport on land and water.

 

We have it all to offer in this Magic Bottle. Rub, rub, rub and the bottle will glisten and shine with brilliance and all will be granted to the one who rubs. It is the magic of work.

 

There is no other sorcery, witchery or charm. Follow the advice of the Genii and rub the bottle as Aladdin rubbed his lamp. Climb the heights with the other fellow and be able to view an extended horizon.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Kay Legg weekended with the latter's family, the Mercks. Kay brought along his original smile, the smile that never comes off. I, for one, will be glad when Frances Eisel concludes her oil prospecting work for then I may have the opportunity of visiting with her once again.

 

Paul Braden down here with a truck load of gas bogged down and used a tractor for getting out.

 

Ruth Mowery is now in the oil business and has promised to make me a special price. If the oil she sells is like the seller it will be full of pep.

 

Little white and yellow flags dot the townsite and close by small, white houses in which goes on incantations beyond the ken of us ordinary mortals. We only hope that the results will warrant the putting down of some test wells.

 

Mr. Harvey, who is farming the Miss Callie Metzger place has 35 acres of extra thrifty cotton and 16 acres of corn. The corn is the Tuxpan variety and the ear he brought me was sound and hard without a blemish and weighed two pounds and twelve ounces and he reports plenty more like it or better. He brought also a stalk of cotton, picked at random from his field. It was about four feet tall including the root, well branched and leaved and bore seventy-six bolls from almost the finished product to those the size of a hickory nut. Our local pessimists who are wailing that all crops are a total failure better visit Mr. Harvey's crops and open their eyes. Plenty more in the "Magic Bottle" like the Harvey crop or better. The outlook this day of July tenth is for a bumper crop.

 

We have twelve candidates for the office of governor. One of them named Sterling is not a politician, has nothing to gain, will spend many times his salary and do it for the benefit of the state. He will give a first class business administration. He is sound and has made a success of his life. The others are politicians and they flock together always. Some of them, as Mayfield confesses for himself, have been at the public trough for twenty-five years. With a small salary they grow rich. Wonder how? Texas will suffer another four years of tragedy if any of this bunch of political birds is elected.

 

Just the idea of a republican standing on the side lines. A republican who has lived in this county twenty-five years and never had the privilege of voting in a republican primary.

 

A heavy shower visited this place Friday but local in extent covering Mrs. Ethel Holsworth only.

 

From the number of towels that fell from the sky Mrs. Ethel will have no trouble in absorbing the drops from the shower. The affair was held at the handsome Holsworth bayshore home under the direction of Mrs. Helen Holsworth and her daughter, Margaret. Gifts were numerous and valuable and refreshments were up to the standard always used by the Holsworth family. Thus, she that was once upon a time Ethel Sirmon, growing on the teachers tree that grows in Markham, taken unto Collegeport society.

 

Received a postal card from Dorothy Franzen informing me that Gustave Franzen stood the trip in fine shape which is good news to his many friends. Dorothy ended her letter with the words "Love" and it has made me all excited for I never realized that I had inspired the "divine passion" in her heart.

 

"Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine."

--Ben Johnson.

 

Mr. Amos Johnson working on a scaffold at the schoolhouse fell Friday and was taken to his home at Citrus in an unconscious condition. At this writing he is reported to be conscious but does not recognize those who are caring for him. All trust that he will make a quick and complete recovery. Amos has many friends hereabouts.

 

A great big auto purred into Homecroft Friday and came to a stop in front of our door and from it alighted five of our good Bay City friends. We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, had a delightful visit and hope the bunch will come again and often for they are friends tried by a twenty-two year acquaintance.

 

I hope all you fellows will remember the Father-Son banquet Thursday night, July 24, and buy your tickets early so the good women of the Union will know how many plates to serve. Call on S. W. Corse or Hugo Kundinger with one hundred cents which will buy two tickets.

 

Miss Ella Chiles was married Monday night in the Episcopal Church at Wharton to Mr. James Lewis Duffy. They will be at home after August first in their new bungalow five miles north of Midfield. The bride was brought up in this community where she has many friends. The groom for three years has lived on a ranch south of town, where he was in charge of his father's cattle. He is a fine young man, holding the respect of those who know him. We wish the young couple a long and happy life.

 

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, July 15, 1930

 


Father and Son Banquet at Collegeport

 

The annual Father and Son banquet will be held Thursday night, July 24 in the community house. Tickets may be had from George Harrison, Hugo Kundinger or S. W. Corse.

 

Hon. Duncan Ruthven of Palacios, will be the principal speaker, while George Harrison, Thomas Hale, Sr., Arthur Matthes of Blessing, and others will give five minute talks.

 

A musical program is being arranged by Mrs. Richard Corporon assisted by Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp.

 

The table of service will be provided by the Woman's Union.

 

The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, July 16, 1930

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT PESSIMISM

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Estimated 3000 acres of cotton now growing and promising a big crop would mean 1500 bales. At fifteen hundred pounds of seed cotton to the bale means 2,250,000 pounds to be picked and this will require the payment to pickers of $16,875. This for labor which will be expended among merchants and others. The picking will require all of 75 days and that means employment of many people. More labor at good pay. 1500 bales at $75 per bale turns loose the sum of $112,500 which added to the picking and ginning charge gives us here in the Magic Bottle the handsome sum of $129,525.00 which will flow into trade channels most of it going to Matagorda County. Then estimate the money which will flow from a 7,000-acre rice crop at say $50 per acre adds $350,000.00 to our already filling coffers. Add the corn and feed crops, the butter fat, poultry, vegetables, fruits and it is safe to say that us home people will share in close to $600,000.00 this year, which the pessimist calls a hard time year. It is not true. The tide has ebbed, but the flood has turned and the pickings are good for those who have eyes to see.

 

Now remember this estimate is not for Matagorda County but for the Magic Bottle. Matagorda County is prosperous, our home folks are prosperous, and we are no sicker than we usually are. We are normal. Stop being a pessimist. Remember that all the tribe suffer from "opisthocoeious." Cease talking over ills which are more or less imaginary. Look in to the blue. Be thankful that the same God who watches the sparrow also watches over you. Make no future commitments and all will be well. It always has been and always will.

 

"Keep hold of the cords of laughter's bell,

And avoid the tones that jar.

The sound of a sigh doesn't carry well,

But the lilt of a laugh rings far."

 

Writing this has been a terrific strain on my Corona and it must go to the shop for general repairs or I must buy a new one. It has served me well for thirteen years. I should have had a new Corona, but howinthehell will I buy one in these here hard times. Any one know? Will gladly receive suggestions. I have patched it up with a pad of copy paper and so long as the wad is in place the letter "A" and the "Q" and the "I" function, but it keeps slipping loose and then I say, well, you know what a fellow says at such times. The paper pad slipped out again and "!!!!!!????)" is what I said.

 

Those who have never titillated their palates with the watermelon preserved compounded and put up by Dena H. Davis [Hurd] have missed an epicurean delight. They may be unfortunate folk. The melon was cut into small cubes, each one bearing just a tinge of red which enhanced their beauty. Placed in a medium syrup with tiny slivers of lemon, they present a beautiful combination, a light silvery gold, translucent, tempting to the eye. On opening the jar the contents slipped out like dice, firm, delicious, consummate, peerless, supereminent.

 

Well, anyway, they were the best I ever had the pleasure of eating and no wonder, for look who made them.

 

Mr. North Cable, by some means, learned that the miserable wretch was nutty over a fruit called "Lycopersicum esculentum" by learned folk but the common burghers dub it tomato, so he brought in a basket of the fruit. One large green tomato weighed fifteen ounces and was fourteen inches in circumference. Twelve of the ripe ones weighed an average of ten ounces each. They were well grown, rich in color, without a blemish and by far the finest fruit I have seen in years. When cut we found them to be juicy, firm, well colored, fresh and most excellent flavor. Mr. Cable states that the bushes are about four and a half feet tall and he has taken from them four crops, a fifth is about ready to use and the tops of the plants are covered with bloom.

 

Well, anyway, Mrs. T. C. Morris is here from Houston having a visit with her sisters, Mrs. Burton D. Hurd and Mrs. Joe O'Leary. Mrs. Morris appears to be much improved in health.

 

Thursday the King's Daughters met with Mrs. Burton D. Hurd with about thirty gals present. The eats were of the usual high order in quantity and flavor as Seth Corse, Hugo Kundinger and the husband of the miserable wretch, can testify, for Mrs. Hurd prepared three platters of food for the lonesome ones, which were delivered by Hattie with the same dispatch she uses when delivering yeast.

 

The principal event was a shower for Mrs. Arthur Soekland, Jr., who was thoroughly drenched. These showers for our young brides and matrons are just a token of the esteem in which they are held and by all present were glad of the opportunity to assist in showering our youngest matron. Members from across the sea were Mesdames Cairnes, Barnett, Louderbach and Richmond and little Miss Sunshine Barnett. A contest was held as to who could hemstitch a certain necessity in the shortest time. First, was won by Mrs. John Heisey, second by Mrs. Cairnes and the booby by Mrs. Mason S. Holsworth.

 

The father and son banquet has been postponed one night and will be held Friday night, July 25, instead of Thursday night. A hurry up meeting of the school trustees at Bay City on Thursday night took away Mrs. Frank King, chairman of the arrangements committee and several of the general hustlers, hence the change of date.

 

After a "Feast of Wit and Reason" there will follow this gustatorial program: Pressed chicken, potato salad, creamed peas in patties, hot Parker House rolls, stuffed tomato salad, ice cream, cake, coffee and iced tea.

 

And all for one hundred cents for the man and the boy. Tickets at S. W. Corse or Hugo Kundinger.

 

Wednesday, Mrs. H. J. Stoops and her daughter, left for their home in Downer's Grove, Ill., after spending a pleasant visit with Mr. Stoops, who is ill at the Mowery home. How many of you noticed the pretty dress being shown by Ruth Mowery?

 

The Daily Tribune, July 22, 1930

 


Fine Crop Collegeport

Mr. Jack Holsworth of Collegeport, was in Bay City Wednesday. He says he has 250 acres of cotton which is good for three-fourths of a bale to the acre now.

The leaf worm has appeared there, but not extensively yet.

Daily Tribune, July 24, 1930
 


THOUGHTS ABOUT OPTIMISM

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from a longer article.]

 

Coming close to our own community I will ask who prospected and developed the immense deposits of sulphur right at our door? Who planned and built a county seat twenty-five miles from the sea, forty miles from a railroad and on ground lower than the river? Another optimist.

 

The world is better, its people are better, the sun shines bright, the waves toss their spray, the birds sang their songs. We are a happy contented folks, but the pity is that some of us do not realize it. Look up, look up, believe and trust in God. He watches over us. Cease idle cavil, unnecessary carping. Choose the comforting life of the optimist. It will bring joy and peace and [will] add to your years. Take a dose of those physcohologicals pills to be obtained at the Collegeport Pharmacy. They will provide complete elimination, ease the mind, cause you to become an optimist.

 

An optimist arrived in this burg last Friday night in the person of Reverend Wylie, a Presbyterian missionary. Not being able to arouse the local sleepy heads, he drove down to the bayshore by the Hurd home, and slept in his auto. Sunday he preached and told folks that there were few dead ones in the community, some were sleeping, but all were alive. He looked on the sunny side.

 

Thanks to George Harrison and his frau, us Homecrofters took a trip over the new county roads and we marveled at their extent, their excellent construction but more than any thing else at the engineering ability that laid them out so economically. One of the prettiest spots in the county will be found at the "Live Oak Farm," belonging to Mrs. Smith, a daughter of the late Jonathan Pierce. A triangle where roads meet, form a beautiful picnic spot well covered with live oaks.

 

George Harrison, our precinct commissioner has had much to do with this work and it is a satisfaction to know that here at home we have a man with his ability.

 

Frances Eisel cut loose from the oil business the other day and appeared at the P. O. and I had a chance to greet this charming girl once more.

 

Monday a traveling show pitched its tent just outside the city limits and opened for a three-day stay. The program consisted of three blear-eyed monkeys, a mangy black bear, two little boys, one five and the other six years old, who boxed until blood flowed and a film or two. Those who went enjoyed themselves, but while most of them have been yelling hard times for weeks, they contributed all told about three hundred frog skins, every cent of which was taken out of town. The community house still needs a roof to keep the rain from the necks of those who go there for religious services and bow their heads in prayer. I advise the management to buy a cage of sore-eyed monkeys or better yet advertise a beautiful woman who will give a veil dance, sans veil. This will quickly provide funs for the roof.

 

Hard times! What crimes are committed in they name? Writing to a woman reader of the Tribune, I wrote these words, "Grieve no more for I love you with the same old love." What do you suppose she did in reply? Simply this, write me a charming, satisfying, personal letter and sealed it in an envelope and proceeded to address it to Mrs. H. A. Clapp. Ye gods! Well, anyway, I fixed it up with the miserable wretch for that day marked the thirty-fifth year she had looked in my face. She thoroughly appreciates the prize she drew July 24 1895. She knows good men are scarce. We had a happy day and petted each others back when we thought of the fine son and the sweet daughter that we are blessed with so we decided that our matrimonial venture was a great success and as she looked into my eyes and I looking into hers, we said "Isn't life wonderful?"

 

The father and son banquet came off as scheduled in spite of an apparent lack of interest among many fathers who denied their sons the pleasure of mingling with other sons. Thirty-four tickets were sold and the money, every penny, went to the good women of the Woman's Union and will be used to buy shingles for the roof. Every dollar stayed in town. The menu given in last week's Tribune was a delight to the eye and palate. The kitchen presided over by Mrs. Frank King, assisted by Mesdames Liggett, Nelson, Holsworth, Ackerman and Harbison looked like a well ordered hotel establishment. The banquet room was in charge of Mrs. Crane who provided the beautiful decorations and superintended the service. The musical program was arranged by Mrs. Richard Corporon and consisted of piano duets by Mrs. Corporon and Mrs. Clapp, a solo by Robert Liggett, a song "Daddy and Home" [by] Mrs. Corporon. Duncan Ruthven of Palacios and Doctor R. M. Harkey were the principal speakers while George Harrison, Tom Hale, Sr., and J. J. Harbison followed with five minute talks. Colonel Jones, accompanied by Duncan Ruthven and was a very welcome guest.

 

So interested were those present in the splendid talks that more than two hours passed before the curtain fell. O, say, I almost forgot that the writer of "Thoughts" was toastmaster and that he discharged the arduous duties in his usual happy manner. Isn't that nice? Frank Simpson Groves came clear from Kansas City to be present so you see the Tribune carries news of such affairs far and wide. It sure pays to advertise.

 

Last week I wailed that my Corona was on the blink and here comes a woman reader with an offer to send me her machine until mine returns from the back shop. And again see what advertising does.

 

I wrote about delicious watermelon preserves put up by my friend Dena H. Along comes four of my fine Bay City friends for an afternoon visit and with them a jar of watermelon preserves and one of tomato relish. Say, boy, I and the miserable wretch fell too or maybe we fell three but we fell good and hard for these two delights and we cannot decide which were shipwrecked. The preserves were beautiful, dainty, fastidious, while the relish was a synophant flutterini, toadying to the eye and tongue. All I can say is that it "pays to advertise."

 

The primary came off in this burg without one fight or quarrel. It was the first time in the history of Texas that a republican primary was held and seven patriots flew the flag of the G. O. P. and proudly voted the ticket. The balance of the republicans were baptized into the democratic ranks. Most of them were agin "Ma" and for Sterling which was a very good excuse.

 

These "Thoughts" would be incomplete if I failed to mention that grandmother and mother of Frederick Taylor Matthes of Blessing were present at the Father and Son banquet. Frederick Taylor is local manager for the Sinclair Refining Co., and discussing the oil business with him I was told that in his opinion prices would be lower this fall.

 

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, July 29, 1930

 

 

 

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