Collegeport Articles

June, 1931
 

THOUGHTS SNATCHED FROM THE AIR

By Harry Austin Clapp

A week or two ago commenting on the new law in Illinois forbidding women to work more than eight hours per day, I expressed the hope that our Texas legislature would have more sense. Now I read in the Houston Chronicle that some fool member proposes such a law. It worries me, for I dislike to make new family relations at my age. Up to this date, the miserable wretch, so far as she knows, believes that I have always been a one woman man, but I notice right now that if such a law is passed I shall look about for two more wretches so I can have a twenty-four hour service.

That grocery firm at Markham sending out circulars each week is sure reaching out for business and to tempt the out of town buyer, they, this week offer three pounds of coffee for ninety cents and with it ten pounds of sugar for twenty-two cents. If I had some of that sugar to go with our two potatoes and the one egg, Mr. Mont A. Gue would sure have a feed when he visits us next time.

They say that Collegeport would have won the ball game last Saturday if Hattie Kundinger had not sprained a tendon.

Mary Louse, always thoughtful, sent us a peanut from San Antonio that measures eleven inches from end to end and eighteen inches in circumference and you can "Believe it or not." If not come and see it. Hope our crop pans out as well.

Discussing the "railway vs. truck" situation, the other day with a friend he stated that it would be quite easy to get along without any railways. President Baldwin of the Missouri Pacific has this to say about the subject in "normal times," the freight traffic of this country approximates 1,000,000 cars a week. Allowing three tons per truck it would require ten million trucks and allowing fifty feet per truck it would take 100,000 miles of highway to line up enough trucks end to end to load this traffic. It doesn't require much of an imagination to picture what would happen if the railroads ceased to function.

The miserable wretch was so busy last week with clubs, libraries, graduation exercises, Collegeport's birthday, that I am wearing sox with a hole in the heel.

A good way to stop gossip, caterwauling, back-biting, is to use the remedy suggested by the captain of a channel boat, when a Scot asked him how to keep from being seasick. "Have you a six-pence?" asked the captain and the Scot replied "Ay," "Well," said the captain "hold it between your teeth during the trip."

Came Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county nurse, son, daughter and nephew for an enjoyable visit. Patricia told us her snake story and as she appeared to be normal we had to believe it. She examined me for hydrophobia and pronounced me safe and sane.

Also came Mrs. Bub Smith to ask if I had a Ford, every one had one, intended to buy one, to all of which I replied "nay" but I give notice to Pat Thompson that when, as, and if, I buy a car it will be a Ford and will only buy it through Mrs. Bub Smith. I selected a convertible cabriolet and now all that is necessary is to close the deal and get our signature on the dotted line. Well, anyway, we wish Mrs. Smith would come down again when she is not selling cars.

A letter from Kansas says "From Thoughts I got the first information in regard to the new rural high school. The speech Mr. Tetts broadcast was very inspiring and it does seem to me that big capital should get back some of the great possibilities."

Fred King who was so badly burned recently is making good recovery and will soon be out. He was taken to Bay City Thursday for further examination.

Collegeport is not to be outdone by any other community has now added an incendiary to its staff of celebrities. This individual went to bed in the room of Vernon Batchelder the other night and soon was fast asleep with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. Result--a fire which destroyed a valuable Persian rug and a big hole in the floor. If this fellow comes to your house for a night's rest, insist on strapping an automobile fire extinguisher to him. Even without a cig he is a hot baby so watch out.

Went over to the Farmers Storage the other day for a link of bologna to go with our potatoes and found that they had added a new building to their already commodious establishment. Asking for the reason, was informed that they were doing a business of two hundred dollars per day and the cash came in so fast that Mary Ellen could not take care of it, so they built this extra room for her to toss the money in, until she could scoop it up for shipment to Bay City.

Well, anyway, it's a pleasant place to trade in, for Brown is a courteous clerk. Vern always has an expressive important, sympathetic smile and Mary Ellen, with her bright eyes, adds to the attraction of the place.

The King's Daughters met Thursday with Mrs. Liggett and I was invited to be present and consume chicken dumplings but the miserable wretch had to throw a tendon that day and it was my business to stay at home and administer first aid. Mighty sorry, for I sure would have enjoyed them there dumplings. They had a very satisfactory meeting without me.

The League met the same day at Homecroft. The secretary read the financial statement for the year showing that of the total revenues of the League that seventy per cent had been spent on the school, library and community house. Mrs. Hurd took charge of the catering and all appeared to have a happy time.

Mr. T. P. White will be the superintendent of the consolidated school next school season with a gentleman from Victoria and Dorothy Franzen, Marie Nestor and Vera Williams assisting. I am informed that a sixth school teacher will be employed. Two trucks will transport the children to the school building.

Jack Holsworth sold a five year old heifer to a Palacios market that dressed out 699 pounds. The butcher stated that it was the largest per cent of dressed beef he had ever seen. Just shows that it pays to raise Holsteins for it is well known that they dress out a big per cent. This heifer was sired by our registered bull King of Collegeport Aggie and was a fine looker, slick as silk and extra well built. This reminds me that Mrs. Helen Holsworth is on her way North where she will visit with Margaret and conclude with a trip to Eastern points. This means that we will not see Margaret this summer which is not at all pleasing.

An old timer told me one day that more calves were shipped out of this county each year than there were cattle rendered for taxation. I suppose this may be accounted for by the large number of twins, trips and quads that are dropped each year.

Mary Louise writes in her daily epistle that she had the pleasure of seeing she who once upon a time was Evelyn Heck. When Evelyn was living here we filled out a splendid quartette of young girls, Mary Louise Clapp, Evelyn Heck, Lois Coffin and Helen Duckworth. The burg never grew four finer girls and we look back with pleasure to the many times they gathered at our home and we listened to their joyous laughter. Wish they would organize a reunion right here at Homecroft. Bet it would take the kinks out of that bum left leg of the miserable wretch.

"An exquisite completeness blossom foreshadowing fruit;

A sketch faint in its beauty with promise of future worth;

A plant with some leaves unfolded and the rest asleep at its root,

To deck with their future sweetness the fairest thing on the earth.

Womanhood, wifehood, motherhood,--each a possible thing

Dimly seen through the silence that lies between then and now;

Something of each and all has woven a magic ring,

Linking the four together in glory on girlhood's brow."

--Anon.

The county editor loves to print "As we go to press," so I will write as we go to press, learn that we have a lady in the town, in the presence of Miss Holsworth. I do not know her full name but she is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Mason Standish Holsworth. She arrived late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. It makes no difference when so long as we have her sweetness for the community. She could not help but be sweet for just observe her daddy and mama. Congratulations to Grandmother Helen and Aunt Margaret as well as Pappa Jack and Mama Ethel.

"Nae shoon to hide her tiny toes,

Nae stockin' on her feet;

Her supple ankles white as snaw

Or early blossoms sweet.

Her een sae like her mither's een,

Twa gentle, liquid things;

Her face is like an angel's face,

We're glad she has nae wings."

--Rankin.

P. S. As we go to press we learn of the marriage of Minnie Lee McNeil on Mother's Day. I did not learn the name of the fortunate man but having known Minnie Lee for so many years he is congratulated.

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, June 2, 1931

THOUGHTS ABOUT MEMORIAL DAY

By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article about the first Memorial Day program Mr. Clapp attended in 1881 in New York state.]

Miss Ethel Nelson celebrated her eighth birthday Wednesday with a party to which thirty-five guests were invited. I suppose that this included the members of the rhythm band which Miss Ethel leads. Games and other stunts filled the hours and a bountiful spread of refreshments was served before the party broke up. Ethel is on the way.

The young lady whose coming to Collegeport was mentioned last week proves to be Miss Margaret Ann Holsworth. She is enjoying a visit with her aunt very much and exercising her lungs in a vigorous manner. If she grows into as fine a woman as her Aunt Margaret she will be a credit to the community.

Our precinct commissioner is doing a fine lot of necessary grading on central street west of the schoolhouse and it is hoped that this will provide drainage that will do away with the mud hole that has been a nuisance after each rain. And another splendid job was the work done on the east line of town running from the "nine-foot sidewalk" to the railroad crossing.

Charles Prunty should consider himself a very lucky fellow. It appears that some truck loaded with oil, dropped a fifteen gallon steel tank filled with lubricating oil on the road. Charles coming along after night and turning out to pass another car banged right into the barrel. It was raining hard and his observation was limited. A badly damaged car but no physical injuries resulted.

I am informed that Dorothy Franzen is in Houston for a few days. I suppose she is looking into the insurance business.

Since the center of the earth has moved to Bay City, Vern Batchelder seems lost. His eyes have a vacant stare, and one is obliged to speak twice before he appears to realize that he is being spoken to.

Suppose that his spirit is thirty miles away. Tom and Barbara Hale are down here for the summer and I wish they would stay all winter as well. Barbara is attempting to feed the hungry while her mother, Mrs. Tom Fulcher, is visiting her daughter, Myrtle, near El Campo.

Fleming Chiles drove in Sunday from Nebraska where he went for his wife and little son. They stayed three days and departed for their home near Lytle, Texas, where Fleming is employed by the Humble Co.

Jack Walker "on the cement" at Markham is selling hardware way down so he can fix up the kitchen before friend wife returns.

The library opened Friday for distribution of new books. The entire place has been cleaned and put in order. All books numbered and catalogued and placed in the racks. About forty books were loaned. All this to the credit of Mesdames Hurd, Liggett and Clapp who toiled faithfully that the community might enjoy the two thousand volumes.

We have a new institution in town. Hattie Kundinger, Mayor Doma of the Collegeport Pharmacy, has opened a new department known as the "Come on Inn" and she will serve delicious hamburgers, wieners, hot tamales, chili, coffee et cetera and so forth. I presume that the first time I visit "The Come on Inn" Hattie will serve me one of those hamburgers, so I'll know how to tout 'em in my next string.

It appears to me that this here Trades Day business has done gone far enough. Here it is the first Saturday of June and everyone in the burg has either gone to Bay City to buy sugar or to Matagorda to attend the meeting of the county federation of women's clubs. The burg is a dead one or would be if it were not for a few dogs, doggone 'em, and I mean the humans and not the dogs.

I read in the papers that dentists are permitted to administer intoxicating liquors to patients "when necessary to afford relief." I bet Doc Sholars will have a bundle of aching teeth to relieve. Three of my teeth are aching as I write.

The Daily Tribune, June 9, 1931

THOUGHTS ABOUT ME AND PETER

By Harry Austin Clapp

Several years ago I wrote a story about my dog Pieterje and one of the local Trib readers because so disgusted that he promptly stopped his paper. I am, therefore, a bit coy, shy and different, in writing bout "Me and Peter," for it is not my intention to write anything that will cause Carey Smith to lose subscribers.

There is little to write about "Me" for everybody down in this neck of the woods knows me. Suffice it to say that I am no chicken, but an old bird with many years behind me and when this is read I shall have passed the sixty-ninth milestone. I am not a very interesting character and there be some who will agree that my elimination might be a grand thing for the community for at times my crow is much too vigorous to please all of the local burghers. But of "Peter" we have a different story. Howcum Peter, I do not know.

Last year I bought from Mrs. Haisley a sattin' of eggs. Supposed I was going to have a bunch of red chix but lo, when the batch was off, I had twelve little reds and one jet black bird. Because he was so black I gave him a bit more attention and because he evidently cared little for the association of his red brothers, he isolated himself more or less and I began to feed and coddle him and so we became well acquainted and at last chummy.

As Peter developed, I found that he was to be a great big bird of "un Gallo muy grande." Several pronounced him as a member of the Black Jersey Giant family and I believe that is true. Well, anyway, he seemed never to stop growing and not only increased in size but in beauty until now he is a splendid specimen of his breed. Peter knows his name and no matter where he may be, if he can hear my voice he comes on a half run and half fly to meet his beloved partner. Perched on my knee, he holds long and intimate conversations with me and tells me many things that otherwise I would be ignorant of. When I go out to milk he follows me and standing under the cow will keep up a continual run of talk, I suppose inquiring from whence comes that stream of milk. When the milking is over he follows me to the house and jumping on a chair near a window waits with impatience until I come out to him. His great feet clatter across the gallery with a noise like that of a mule. When I go up town at night for the daily letter from San Antonio, he goes as far as the gate and when I return there he stands waiting for me and cutting in behind stalks proudly to the house all the time scolding my neglect in leaving the premises. Peter was insulted once, for a lady friend of mine seeing him said "what a big hen you have." Peter knows he is no hen. He is a gallo and so he resents such an aspersion. Putting a bit of food in my lips, Peter will pluck it out in a dainty manner and after eating it cock his head from side to side and beg for more. For all of these things Peter will have a long life for what man could kill and eat his friend. The miserable wretch would be willing to see Peter submerged in a stewing pot and would pick his bones with delight. She always did have a cannibalistic nature and the longer I live the more I think "wimmen is queer critters." How could I call "Peter! Peter!" have him come running to me and then introduce him to the axe? Nosir, Peter has a long life before him unless disease or accident cuts it short. This is the tale of "Me and Peter," and if any of the readers do not like it for heaven's sake do not express your displeasure by discontinuing the Tribune. Just tell me as others have "lay off."

Miss Margaret Ann Holsworth, who has been visiting in Bay City for the last ten days, is now going to Markham for a short stay with her grandparents after which she will come to her home in Collegeport. I am informed that Miss Holsworth's mother, Mrs. Mason Standish Holsworth, will accompany her.

It is reported that a visitor to the library the other day, after looking over the new books, said "I notice you have some of Scott's works." "Yes," replied the attendant we have. Which do you like best?" "Oh," replied the visitor "I have never read any of his books but I have used lots of his emulsion and I think it just splendid." Who says the world does not progress?

Readers of the Tribune have no doubt noticed that in the editorial column has appeared quite regularly tax arguments and other columns have been used for further discussion. Monday night a public meeting was held to which all those interested in the subject of high taxes were invited. I doubt if much relief will come from these discussions for as Mark Twain once said in reference to the weather, "every one complains but no one does anything about it." Men will talk, discuss, cuss and recuss, but when election day comes, they will vote for the same old boys. What is needed is a bunch of real business men in the legislature, men who put patriotism and desire to render service, who will attend to the business of the state as they would their own affairs, who will do this instead of playing politics. Oh, sure we will vote for them again next year as we have always done. I'll bet a gross of eggs which I have against a dozen of Peter's doughnuts that if Governor Sterling was to be the dictator of Texas that it soon would no longer yowl about taxes. Texas would be operated on a strict business basis. A multitude of bureaus would be squashed, commissions would be abolished or consolidated, expenses pared to the bone and that scraped a bit. And then I would eat doughnuts instead of sucking eggs which I can not sell. It would be a bright idea to cut down expenses. Let people go with out some of the luxuries. They need the lesson.

A West Texas Tribune reader writes me that "the smallest thing in the world is a pimple on a red bug." Wonder what is the significance, purpose, design or explanation. Perhaps I may consider it an insult.

The Woman's club met Thursday with Mrs. Burton D. Hurd as hostess. Nearly all members were present and considerable business was transacted.

The president, Mrs. Frank King, was absent because of illness in her family and the vice president was also confined at home, so Mrs. Liggett took the chair and Mrs. Clapp was chosen as secretary pro tem. Mrs. V. S. Haisley, one of the old time members, was voted in an honorary member for life.

The members having heard of the proposed change in the method of transporting mail by railway to a Star route and change in arrival and delivery to 1:30 p.m. and 2 p.m., passed resolutions protesting against such change and stating that they were well pleased with the present method and desired no change. An interesting program was arranged by Mrs. Jno. Heisey and refreshments served by the hostess.

It is reported that work on the oil well east of town has been discontinued, the force laid off, the derrick dismantled and further exploration ceased. Not the best kind of news for many expected some gratifying results. The company has spent many thousands of dollars in this well and are to be commended for their efforts. It is stated that the drill was down 6800 feet when work was abandoned.

Dorothy Franzen returned Saturday from her visit to Houston and brought with her Arnold and Clifford. Dorothy reports that all lines of business looking good except insurance and that is slow. I was at one time in hopes she would take out a life policy. With all the kiddies at home the Franzen pater and mater are happy.

George Hetherington is here for a week-end as guest of the Eisel family. It appears to me that he has neglected his Collegeport interests and should cultivate them more assiduously by which I mean steadier, zealous, devoted attention. He may slip up if he don't look out for many an eye is cast towards block 102.

Practically everyone knows that the Collegeport branch running from Buckeye to this place is not a profitable piece of road. In fact, I am informed by a well posted railway man that it has never paid a profit. Railways at present are quite active in disposing themselves of short lines and unprofitable ones. This being true, it might come to pass that if the transportation of mails should be withdrawn from the railroad that it would bring either a modification of service to a twice a week or a complete discontinuance. This would not be a pleasant condition for cattle men to face or to the men who move the rice crop. We want the road and we need it and therefore we discuss any proposition that contemplates further depletion of its business we should soberly consider these facts. The present method of transporting mail is satisfactory to 95 per cent of our people and the time of arrival and departure of mail is equally satisfactory. Why change to a Star route when we are already well served? Consider that twenty-seven people live in this community and derive their living from the railroad. Do any of us want all or part of them to leave? All in favor of these people leaving our town say aye. No voice is heard. Who desires the mail to arrive at 1:30 p.m. and depart in thirty minutes. I for one do not, for I want time to reply to letters and I do not care to go after mail at the noon hour. At present the days work is over and patrons go at 5:30 for their mail and have the evening for reading and writing.

Mr. and Mrs. Watson Barker (Ruth Mowery) drove in Saturday night for a one night stay with Ruth's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Mowery. This last just as I go to press.

I advise the readers to go over to the "Come On In" and devour one of those "De Joghn" special hamburgers. It is made in this manner. Slice a big bun, cover the lower half with a lettuce leaf, spread on about a half inch of sodalicious ice cream, a layer of sauerkraut, a slice of pickle and thin strip of bacon, add a lettuce leaf and top with the bun cover. Talk about living. Ask Hattie to make one for you, absorb it and you will not regret the dime it cost.

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, June 16, 1931

THOUGHTS ABOUT A TAX PRESCRIPTION

By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

I often wonder why a man with a one cylinder brain is allowed to drive a six cylinder auto.

For many years I have been interested in a girl friend whom I call Dorothy [Franzen] now I find that her name is not Dorothy and never was. Her name is Dodtry which is the good old Swedish name for Dorothy. From now on my girl friend will be known at Dohtry.

It is with regret that I learn that Charles Prunty has been bumped from his position as Missouri, Pacific agent at this station. He was a courteous, obliging, accommodating agent. Just naturally dislike to see him leave the burg, and hope he can return.

Tuesday came with my birthday party. Good friends helped to fill the day with joy. Gifts from my two children Mary Louise and Harry B. and others and among them a great big thick juicy grape pie from my good friend Mrs. Liggett with a note "Congratulations and best wishes for a happy birthday." Then came a splendid letter from Cora Moore, which as I wrote her, just simply caused the birthday cup to overflow.

At dinner the old oaken board around which we have enjoyed many festivities, was filled with good things to eat and drink. A chair and plate reserved for Mary Louise and Harry B. with their pictures displayed in front of the plates. Just sentiment but both of us plead guilty to a sentimental emotion and so we keep up an old-time custom. If it adds to our joy and happiness what do we care if others think it silly. Well, anyway, I had a great day and although it marked the end of sixty-nine I felt rather coltish.

I came into the world a simple barefooted boy and my first occupation was in the milk business and Tuesday I found myself in the same old trade, producing and selling milk. I have made progress.

My mother, what a beautiful, gentle soul was she. How good and loyal and forgiving she always was. No matter what I did, mother always had an excuse, a word of admonition and a kiss of forgiveness. She was my sweetheart and on her breast, I could always find rest and refuge.

A wonderful Christian as all who knew her will testify. She died when I was twenty-seven and when her soul passed over I lost the greatest friend I ever had.

Tuesday night I said "Turn back, turn back, O time in thy flight. Make me a boy again just for tonight."

What a wonderful thing to just once more rest my head on my mother's breast and feel her fingers in my hair and her lips on mine. It is not to be, and so I am thankful that I am living and enjoying good health, friends, a good home, love and respect of splendid children. Isn't life wonderful?

The Collegeport Rhythm band journeyed to Bay City Tuesday where it rendered several numbers of the program of the Rotary club. It was directed as usual by Miss Ethel Nelson and I am informed that she surpassed all previous performances. A feature of the program was the song "Chink Chink," the words being sung by Ethel and the band joining in the chorus. I knew this could easily be made a very pleasant feature of this bands' program. The members performed like old time players and there was not one sign of cacophony from the first number to the last. All was perfection. A group of well trained kiddies and they looked swell in their natty uniforms.

Plans are under way for opening the new school year on time. The grounds, thanks to our county and precinct commissioner, have been scrapped and graded and if people who have no interest in keeping things in order will only cease running their automobiles across the grounds, when school opens they will be level and clean and ready for any sport. Either the Simpsonville or the DeMoss school house will be moved in and made ready for the sixth teacher. Our school board seem determined that the first year of the consolidated schools will be a great success.

Mirth in his column invites folks to come to Bay City to cool off. If he will expunge Bay City and Collegeport he will give the correct tip, for Collegeport, day after day, enjoys a summer temperature that is from three to five degrees lower than that of Bay City. We get our breeze fresh and at first hand right off the bay while Bay City is obliged to breathe second hand air heated by passing over miles of cotton fields. Come on down here, mirth, breathe some of this air and wet a line.

The King's Daughters held their monthly meeting at the Harbison home. This is an all-day session with generous feeds, much sewing, chit-chat and a good program. The Daughters passed resolutions protesting against any change in transportation deliver or arrival of our mails.

I do not know who first had the idea that we wanted a change but to date I have not found a single person who even desires to discuss such an idea. We appear to be well pleased so why not leave us alone and let us go our contented way?

Friday I received a birthday box from my son in which I found two tins of Cigs made for the crews of the Canadian Pacific Steamship lines. They are both good stuff and so faithful old R. J. R. will have a rest while I smoke up on John Cotton.

Thanks to the generosity of Sam V. LeTulle, the Juneteenth was observed with a big barbecue of three beeves and a dance in the evening.

The barbecue was prepared by Robert Murry which makes further comment unnecessary. This was supposed to be the one day in the year when our colored population can have their enjoyment but the whites swarmed in such numbers that I am informed some of the colored folks never had a taste of the barbecue and at night instead of exercising their dance itching feet, they had to stand on the side lines and watch white folks caper about.

Well, anyway, I wonder whyinthehell white folks cannot allow the colored folks one day of enjoyment. It is their day of celebration so for God's sake, let 'em have it and help them to have it but keep on the side lines. O, la! la!

The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, June 23, 1931

Thoughts About The West Slope
By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

After the long, dry spell which threatened to ruin the corn crop, comes a heavy dribbling rain which soaked the ground revived the drooping corn, freshened the cotton, causing the fig trees to look up and once more flash their leaves to the breeze. All good stuff and just in time.

I cannot vouch for the truth of what follows, but it was told to me by one whose veracity I do not doubt. It seems, so I am informed, that soon as the center of the earth moved to West Texas, that Vern Batchelder took on so many “heavy dates” in this county and along the Midcoast that he is unable to make them all with an auto, so he plans to purchase an airplane built for two. In this he expects to be able to keep up with his date book. It will carry a generous supply of the DeJohn special sandwiches, sodalicious ice cream, and cooling drinks. Of one thing I am certain and that is the miserable wretch will not be allowed to ride in that danged plane. She is angel enough now. Tuesday we, meaning I and the miserable wretch were invited to Palacios to a shrimp dinner and when we arrived home at 12:30 a. m. we were well content to hit our humble hay.

Thursday came Mr. Mont O. Gue from Bay City and this time feeling sure that we would have only one potato and one egg he brought along a great big juicy steak and some etcetera. Well, we had another big feed which made twice in this week. He left behind Frank O. Montague, Jr., who stayed with us two days and went home Saturday much to our regret, for he is not only a pleasant boy to have around but he kept us supplied with crab meat from which we concocted a satisfying gumbo.

In all my experiences with boys and I have had many visit me, I never enjoyed more their society than I have Frank’s and we both hope he will come again. I would like to arrange for at least half of his vacation time.

Thursday Rosalie Nelson, who has been at Y. M. C. A. camp near LaPorte, wrote us a very interesting letter and urged us to write before Saturday. Her letter was received Friday night and she returned home on Sunday so how could we reply?

Anyway we were made happy just because Rosalie remembered us. I hope when she grows up she will be as good a noodle maker as is her mother.

Clifford Franzen is home for his summer vacation and much to my delight has not forgotten how to do farm work. He has graduated from a seegar to a pipe with a curved stem and smokes it almost like a man. Don’t tell about this but Mamie Franzen had a birthday on the 29^th and is now steen years old but she don’t look it.

I am informed that in one of the scenes of Kiki, Mary Pickford fixes a tie on the collar of one of the characters and exclaims “It makes me so passionate to fix your tie.” I wonder what Mary would say if she could see my passionate pajamas? I bet she would be unable to control her passion and then I would be in one helluva fix. I hope she don’t come to Collegeport.

The James Hale family took a trip out as far as Uvalde and had a week of rest and joy. Jim reports that people out there know nothing about business depression simply because everyone of them lives at home. He says that he never saw so much canned stuff from fruits and vegetables to meats of all kinds. Such folk do not buy much at the grocery store. Not required for they have learned how to live off the farm.

After visiting around the county, Margaret Ann Holsworth returned to her bay side home this week and no sooner had she arrived than she expressed her gratification, delight and pleasure in tones that were quite fortissimo. After she has lived here for a time she will no doubt learn how to modulate.

Mr. and Mrs. Emmitt Chiles have been taking a honeymoon trip to Austin, Bastrop and other foreign points and arrived back about Saturday.

“Yesterday this day’s madness did prepare.”

The Daily Tribune, June 1931