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February, 1932


By Harry Austin Clapp


The hog I write of is a quadruped of the genus "sus" and the domesticated animal known to us all, is called by the scientific name of "suidae scrofa." It would not be wise to go out in the lot and yell "scrofa! scrofa!" for the hog, smart as he is, does not know his real name.


The best advice one can give as to breed of hogs is that a man should raise the kind he likes best. In this way he will make a success. In this section, the Duroc-Jerseys seem to be the favorite. In other sections it is the Big Bone Polan China. All breeds have merits. The main thing is to get a hog that will consume plenty of feed, grow fast and be ready to market early. No other domestic animal excels the hog in feed economy, for he requires only 3 to 6 pounds of dry matter for each pound of pork produced, while cattle require about twice that amount. When slaughtered, the hog dresses at 75 to 85 per cent of his live weight, while cattle dress from 55 to 65 per cent. The pig can be ready to market in six months if properly fed, while the steer dallies along two years before he is ready for the slaughter house. Again, there is a constant market for hog products in fresh meat, hams, bacon and lard and the by products are increasingly valuable. The most important items that enter into raising hogs for profit in a short time, are the use of a good pure bred boar, large sows, the ancestry of each showing a tendency towards quick growth and an early maturity. Plenty of bone is most desirable, for on a pig's strong frame, plenty of meat and fat may be hung. Pasture is necessary but no hog can possibly consume enough forage to supply the nutrients for a rapid growth. His stomach it too small. The hog's stomach holds about eight quarts; the horse nineteen quarts; sheep thirty-one quarts, while the cow holds the enormous quantity of 266 quarts. For this reason, if one decides to early market hogs, he must be supplied with a properly balanced concentrated ration. While other animals can handle large quantities of roughage, the hogs capacity is limited, so concentrates are required if one desires rapid and economical gains. What the packer wants in a finished hog, is what the consumer wants. He must buy that type of hog. Therefore the profitable hog, is the one that is ready to market in the least time and goes to the packing house at about 200 pounds. Such a hog spells profit to the grower and the longer he is fed after that weight is reached, the lower the profit. Many men brag of killing hogs that weigh more than 500 pounds and unaware that he has actually produced his meat at a loss. Matagorda County is a desirable section in which to produce pork at a profit. It should have a million head. They should be found on every farm, not only for home use but for the market, but the facts are, we are not in the hog business, at least not so much that one may notice it. The last census reports inform us that the swine on Matagorda County farms have a value of only $40,534, while the total value of all domestic animals is $2,476,772. This proves that our farmers are not "hog wise," and it also proves that we as a people are buying our pork products from the wiser farmers of the northern states. The value of hog products shipped into this county each year is enormous. And yet, here we are blessed with a climate favorable to farrowing, favorable for pastureage, favorable for every item that enters into the early and profitable production of pork and easily reached markets. Markets that are anxious for the opportunity to buy hogs and convert them into merchantable products. Our county agent, Mr. F. O. Montague, is ready and willing to assist our farmers on selection of breed and type and from him may be obtained the best information as to feeding and finishing. With cotton way down, the line the hog offers is a splendid opportunity for added profit! A profit largely made from waste matter. Let's get "hog wise."


The Girl's Reserve will use as a club room, the vacant store room of the Scholl Building. They will have a kitchen, private dining room, and an assembly hall. The "Bell" will call them to dinner and it is not every unit that boasts of a "Bell" so the girls are delighted.


Saw some of the reserves looking over their proposed quarters and as I saw their animated faces, flashing eyes and sweet faces, I thought to myself that girl reserve was a misnomer and that they should be called girl preserves. Frances King wants to join the unit but she can not qualify as a preserve for she suggests peaches and cream.


Wednesday we had a very pleasant call from Hon. J. J. Frick of Bay City, the republican county chairman. He was taking a trip around the county squirting a dose of pepper sauce into the veins of us precinct chairmen. He better inoculate the repubs. who like to jump over the fence and play in the democratic yard. Plenty of them in this burg. They need new piston rings and some spark plugs, so they will hit on all six.


Well the motor car went on a bust again, so no train moved out of here Wednesday. If all railroads are handled in the same manner, as it this branch, I do not wonder that railroads are losing money. On this branch there is no such word as economy.


Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. came Wednesday and installed the officers of the girl's reserve who are Frances King, president; Rosalie Nelson, vice president; Frances Eisel, secretary; Ruth Boeker, treasurer. From a perusal of the following letter, the reader will know that the reserve starts out financially sound.


Houston, Texas

January 26, 1932


Mr. Harry A. Clapp,

Collegeport, Texas.


Dear Harry:


Answering yours of the 15th instant, which has been brought to my attention upon my return from Washington, I am glad to be of service in the matter mentioned and am requesting the issuance of a voucher in the sum of $50.00 payable to the Woman's Club of Collegeport as a donation to the girl's reserve. The voucher should be received within the next few days.


With warmest personal regards,


Sincerely yours,


Roy Miller

director of public relations

Texas Gulf Sulphur Company


The Woman's Club sponsoring the reserve is of course delighted and the girl members are just tickled pink, so that's that. The community will provide additional aid, for all realize the benefit this organization will be to our young girls. It is not often that a big corporation, such as the Gulf Sulphur Company, is interested in the small affairs of a community, but we in Matagorda County seem to be favored by a corporation made up of men who are willing and happy to share their prosperity with the people of the county in which they operate. The company is fortunate in having for its director of public relations such a lovable character as is Mr. Roy Miller. He possesses the ability not acquired by many men, to make friends, keep them and get close to other human beings. Every member of this community, I feel sure, thank the company and Mr. Miller for their interest in the community and in doing so, we do not forget that on another occasion they assisted us in the improvement of Van Wormer Field.


The Palacios seniors came over here on Wednesday to play on Van Wormer Field. Because the viaduct is not open for traffic, they made a seventy-mile drive instead of a five minute stroll. The score was 24-9 in favor of the visitors which of course paid them for the long drive.


The entire community shares the grief of the Penland family, in the loss of their infant daughter, Sara Marie Penland, who died of diphtheria Thursday and was buried in the local cemetery Friday. She was a sweet little baby who came into the world to brighten the family life.


"She is not dead but sleepeth."--Luke VII.52.


"The baby wept:

The mother took it from the nurse's arms

And hushed its fears and soothed its vain alarms.

And baby slept.


Again it weeps,

And God doth take it from the mother's arms,

From present griefs and future unknown harms,

And baby sleeps."

--Samuel Hinds.


A fine example of government economy is illustrated over in Alabama where the successful candidate for United States senator defeated his opponent by 50,000 votes. The defeated candidate enters a protest and asks for an investigation and pending investigation and decision, both men draw the salary of the office.


Makes no difference to us which man wins for we have been refreshed and nourished with a big bunch of pork spare ribs sent by our good friend Mrs. Agnes Liggett. Hope they grow more such fine hogs, for the meat was tender, luscious, toothsome, savory, or some thing like that. Rah! Rah! Rah!


The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 2, 1932


Thoughts About A Puddle
By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

Monday night I received the following letter:

Houston, Texas,
January 30, 1932

Mr. Harry A. Clapp,
Collegeport, Texas.

Dear Harry:

Referring to yours of the 15th inst. it gives me a great deal of pleasure to enclose herewith our companyís voucher in the sum of $50 made payable to the Womanís Club of Collegeport as a contribution to the unit of the girlís reserve which is being organized in your community. I shall be glad if you will hand it to the proper officer of the club.

Assuring you of the pleasure it gives us to render this service, I am, with personal regards,

Sincerely yours,

Roy Miller,
director public relations
Gulf Sulphur Company

The voucher was delivered the next day to Mrs. L. E. Liggett, secretary of the Collegeport Womanís Club and now the reserve is able to start on its work free from financial worries. Hearty thanks go to Mr. Miller and the sulphur company for this much needed aid.

Talk about a mystery. I have found one that I have up to date been unable to solve. It needs a Sherlock Holmes. I hesitate to tell about it and hope none of the readers will tell about it. I found a corset on the road. Dogs, not knowing but that it was a strange animal, had mauled it about considerable, but there it was staring me in the face, a corset. Now the thing for a sleuth to do is find the woman who lost it and why it is in the road. I have not seen one of the damned things for years. Must have been worn by a fat woman for the slim ones do not wear them nowadays. A suitable reward will be paid for the name of the owner. Today I found a garter and am looking for a woman with one leg.

The Womanís Union met with Mrs. V. R. Haisley Thursday with a large attendance. The usual religious program was rendered and delicious refreshments served. I am indebted to Rosalie Nelson for a big bouquet of crisp lettuce. I expect the noodle maker had something to do with its production, so I render proper gratitude

Surprise party in honor of the senior basketball team and their coach Mr. Balusek. About twenty-nine were present and the evening was spent in various stunts and initiations. Refreshments were served consisting of a gorgeous punch (so I am informed and cakes of several kinds. The girls have worked the boys to do the dirty
work of cleaning up their club room which is very proper for it proves that even boys are good for something.

Harris Milner was down here looking for votes. Met me on the street make all sorts of promises, among them the privilege of eating with the family in that fine new jailhouse
when, as and if, I am a prisoner I told him I had two votes but he could not have both of them by simply meeting me on the street. He will have to call on the miserable wretch
before the primary. The Palacios basketball team filled with pride because they beat our team last week. Came over again on Wednesday and engaged the Vans on Van Wormer Field and like Maryís lamb they went home dragging their tails behind. The score was 16-13 in favor of the home team. This result was largely due to the Quality of rooting lead by Colonel Fulcher, who with his stentorofonic voice simply staggered the visitors. They were so busy listening to the voice and looking at the lineup of pretty girls that they often fumbled the ball. I donít blame them at all for who could put a ball in the basket, when looking at Francis, Elizabeth, Ruth, Rosalie, Tootsie and the rest of the flowers. Elizabeth could not root much, for she spent some of the time looking for a white rose. If the viaduct was open the traffic the visitors could have been home in
time for supper.

The Farmerís Storage Company has passed to Harvey Foster and Verner Batchelder and is now known as the Farmerís Supply Company.  Vern B. and Mary Ellen are in charge and the firm is very wise to keep the latter for Little Bright Eyes sure draws the
male trade while the female buyers succumb to the hypnotic eye of Vern. Makes a splendid combination.

I am informed that the Wharton Chamber of Commerce and the merchants are so  enthused over the idea of holding a public auction that they are ready to provide the courthouse square for the event, attend to the publicity, assist in soliciting items for sale and will make it a Trades Day by giving purchase tickets and drawing for valuable prizes. This event will be of great benefit to the merchants for it will draw many people to the town an the auction provides them with money for the purchase of goods. Sunday we were charmed, enchanted, raptured, with a visit from Bill Emily Jane and Emily Jane Junior. They were accompanied by Doctor Z. (canít wrote the (name).

But whyinthehell donít doctors advertise. Anyway he is located in the Bay City Bank Building and Iíll bet my boots that he is one fine gentle man. Hope he comes down again with friend wife. Each time I see Emily I fall in a bit deeper and if she keep
coming down to see me I cannot guarantee what will happen. As to Bill he looks fine and prosperous even if he is growing a Charlie Chaplin. A sonuveagun on his chin would register dignity.

The Daily Tribune, February 18, 1932


By Harry Austin Clapp


Now don't get excited, for this is not a tale of George Washington, the man who never told a lie, but about a fellow who did once upon a time tell a lie. I have known this man since he was a small boy, and I can vouch for the truth of the tale, that he was eighteen years old before he knew which was the front or rear of his trousers and it was not until he was nineteen, that he discovered a gallus had a strap for each shoulder, for he had always worn a one strap pants holder. Reading the words of St. Matthew the other day brought him to my mind. I'll bet five dollars, against a tank of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, that in the old days St. Matthew was simply called Matt and I bet he was one good old boy as he went about his daily business. He was a splendid chronicler and one time reporting, as was his wont, he wrote these words "And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliverest unto me five talents, behold I have gained five besides them five talents more. His Lord said unto him, well done thou good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things. I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of the Lord." Well, what has this writing of St. Matthew to do with the man I write of? Just this. I have seen him grow from a plain farmer lad, with less than five talents into an uncommon man the possessor of five more talents and these ten talents he delivered free and clear to the people whose servant he is without cost and without price. George Harrison has grown in the last few years, until he has become valuable to this county. He has formed contact with men high in authority, men who are able to do much for Matagorda County and are willing to do so. These contacts are not to be acquired in a few weeks. It takes years for confidence to be established. A new man, no matter how able, can not hope to make such valuable connections until many years of close personal relationship results in giving confidence. This man has served every portion of his precinct with distinction and besides, he has been a valuable man in all county work. This is recognized by those who know I have been intimate with him and his family for many years and I know from what has been told to me, by men in this county and outside its limits, that several times he has gone alone, unaided and unsolicited, to the men high up, and secured for the county and community, aid that would not be forthcoming except for the warm regard with which he is held and the confidence he has established. This is the simple recognized truth, so why make a change and take on a new man, no matter who he is who will require several years to acquire the five talents already earned and possessed by George Harrison. No banker would do it. No industrial concern would do it. No business house would do it. None of them can afford to use such poor business sense. We as a people cannot afford it. The question is "what is a talent? What is it worth in our money?" As near as I can find out a talent equals in Troy weight 131 pounds, eight ounces, eleven pennyweights and fourteen grains, or about $28,800 in cold cash. The five talents gained, is therefore equal to $144,000. This is the value of the five talents brought to us at no cost. Therefore, when we go to the polls, let us remember the words of St. Matthew, and say to the man who has gained these five talents, "well done, thou good and faithful servant."


The rules and regulations of the Girl's Preserves appear to be very elastic whenever it appears to please those in control but not elastic enough so they would consider my application to be a Preserve. I like preserves especially when a few peaches and cream are mixed in. The age limits, as I am informed, are girls between twelve and eighteen, but this rule has been stretched to thirteen and nineteen, for this excludes a few undesirables and lets in a few desirables. Then again it appears that no girl who is not in the high school is eligible, but lo and behold, that rule is also stretched to take in a certain girl, who is not even going to the school.


Why not get down to something basic and take in every girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen. No married women allowed. Just us girls. This town is too small for the formation of cliques or even clicks. The Girl's Reserve are sure to lose the friendly feeling and support of several interested women if they persist in organizing a clique. Throw down the bars.


The Woman's Club held its regular monthly meeting in the community house, the entertainers being the Misses Bell, Williams and Nestor. The program arranged by Mrs. Hurd, was quite an elaborate one, but because of a funeral service that afternoon, the meeting was called to order at a late hour and the program suffered some sacrifice. Refreshments consisted of date loaf with whipped cream and cherries, dainty sandwiches, mints and coffee. Pretty good for a bunch of school teachers.


The affair would have been most successful, had they invited a few of their men friends. Honestly, sitting here on the side lines and only smelling the refreshments, I can't see how they ever have a successful meeting without some of us men.


Well, all I know about county affairs is what I read in Mirth's column and so I read with interest his story about salaries. After reading it, I thought that it would be easy to cut expenses. Cut out the auditor and save $3500. Abolish the office of treasurer and save $3000 more. Combine the assessors and collectors offices and save (God knows how much) probably $7000. Merge the district and county clerks offices and let Ruby handle both of them and save $4000. Abolish the county attorney office and have the court appoint some lawyer to give advice at a fee named in advance. Saves at least $1,200. Of course, such a course is not popular for it would take the life out of many of our people, who for ages have been nourished by sucking the public teat. They are sacred and must not be disturbed while nursing. But the county agent and the health nurse! Ah, there is another thing. Neither of them are necessary for we get along without them. Our fathers did not enjoy them and we really do not need them. So let us begin cutting right there and save all the big sums these two servants are enjoying. This not being an agricultural county, but being a strictly industrial county, we do not need a county agent, so any aid given to the farmer is not even solicited and they raised crops before they ever heard of a county agent and they fed cattle and sold them for money, so this being true, let us cut out the county agent work and save a few pennies that way. I am informed that we have spent about $100,000 dipping cattle. Why? Just to free them from lice and a good work, a necessary one, for the comfort of the cattle and profit of the owners, but when it comes to spending a few hundred dollars to aid in health work among children and save many of their lives that they may grow into valuable citizens, we must remember that we raised children, some of them, before we ever had the advantage of health nurse work, so therefore let us cut out that work and save a few more pennies. WE have children enough, so let them die if it is going to cost the taxpayers any coin. There are so many ways in which we can save that it appears very foolish to cut down on such necessities as county agent work and health nurse work. Both necessities for the future of Matagorda County. Some of the offices named are not even necessary, but under the law we must have them and support them. The same power that put them on the statues is able to remove them. Cut out the branches that do not bear fruit, but retain the fruit growth. Merging counties would go far towards cutting down taxes. With the auto and airplane, distance shrinks. What is the use of keeping up 250 county seats with the required officers when one-third would handle our affairs better and cheaper. This would cut down the number of legislators which would be another wonderful saving not only in cash but in unnecessary talk. O, yes, there are opportunities a plenty to save if we care to do something besides howl and yowl about taxes. Less bureaus, less departments, less hordes of pap suckers and tax burdens would be lighter. What we need is business in government instead of government in business.


Mr. Lewis Bonnett, well remembered by the old timers, died Thursday at Markham, aged ninety-three. Interment in the Collegeport cemetery at 4 p. m. the same day, the religious services being conducted under the auspices of the Christian Science Society. For many years, Mr. Bonnett lived on his home place, about two miles north of Collegeport and was known by all as a very kindly and lovable man. He was veteran of the war between the states and received a pension for that service. He lived a long and rich life, and a credit to his country and community.


Well, at last, my Corona has gone and done it and I am weeping and wailing over the loss of a good old servant. A friend of thirteen years. For six years we have never missed an issue with "Thoughts." During that time we have written 9984 inches or 9323 feet of "Thoughts" much of which has properly been called drivel by the literati and others. Some have exposed the fact that the healthy side of my brain was quite active. Anyway, not one inch has been intended to harm or even dent the sensibilities of my readers. It has been fair publicity for our community, and carried the name of Collegeport to many states and many lands. That was the object. And now "Thoughts" cease at least until I arrange to obtain the aid of another Corona which will be when the Lord only knows. I may scribble a few notes with my faithful pencil, which was given to me a long time ago. I may, and I may not, depends on whether I recover the full powers of my brain. It is hell to go about on one leg but worse to make one's way with a brain the half of which is badly diseased. For sale, cheap, a Corona in bad condition.


The Farmers Supply Company, meaning Mary Ellen and Vern B[atchelder]. come out with special prices most of which beat "town prices" to a frazzle, for instance, ten pounds perfectly sweet sugar at forty-six cents. Can any one beat it? The sugar is sweet because Mary Ellen puts it up.


The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 16, 1932




Editor - Frances Eisel

Ass't Editor - Frances King

First Reporter - Wade Blackwell

Second Reporter - Tootsie Chiles

Third Reporter - Beth Eisel


School News


We, the students of the Bay View High School had a meeting last Monday to elect the literary staff for contributing news to the Matagorda County Tribune. The above listed officers were elected by popular vote of the students.


The Girl Reserves will meet for their bi-monthly meeting next Wednesday, Feb. 17, 1932.


Athletic News


Wednesday evening, Feb. 3, Palacios came over here to play basketball. We had played Palacios once before, losing with the score of 9-24 in Palacios' favor.


Our game of the third was a close game because both teams played so well. For a while we thought it was going to be a tie, at the end of the first quarter the score was 1-0 in favor of Palacios. At the end of the last quarter the score was 13-16 in favor of Collegeport.


We, the girls, felt sure that their winning was due to our well organized pep squad, who were on the side lines, so with excitement that we could hardly stay off of the court.


We were all elated over our winning third place in the senior basketball in the county meet, Saturday morning Feb. 13. Thanks to our efficient coach, Mr. Frank J. Balusek and our faithful team.


Local News

A singing social was given for the young people at the Community House Feb. 11. There was an attendance of about thirty young people. We sang songs and played games and everyone spent an enjoyable evening. Another has been announced for a week from Friday, Feb. 26.


Miss Patricia Martyn, the county health nurse, was visitor here on Thursday, Feb. 11.


Mrs. Claire F. Pollard, the county superintendent, visited our school on Tuesday, Feb. 9.


Fun Section

Why is a lame dog adding six and seven?

Because he puts down three and carries one.


When is a bubble not a bubble?

When it breaks.


What is the worst kind of fare for a man to live on?



Why is dough like the sun?

Because it is light when it rises.


Why is a leaf of a tree like the human body?

Because it has veins in it.


The Daily Tribune, Thursday, February 18, 1932



By Harry Austin Clapp


Last week I sang a "Swan Song" for I was confident that for several weeks I would be unable to think. It bothered me considerable, because I felt that without this column, the Tribune's subscription list would fade away until Carey Smith would be on the rocks of old man depression. It would just be too bad if Matagorda County should lose the Daily and Weekly Trib. No wonder my heart beat slow and low. Then I had a dream. In my dream I saw a sunset. The kind I often see as I look towards the western sky. In the west a ball of molten red, seared the escarpments of the clouds. The sky was tinted as with blood. Long shadows like purpled giants laced the clouds. As the sun sank lower, the colors softened into browns, sepias, carmine, amber and at last merged into lost gray. The clouds looked as though in grotesque supplication to the deity of night. The heavens glowed as though the gods burned mystic fires. Red flamed, then paled and the earth was silent under the sapphire dome. Lambent beams of mercuric light shot from the stars. The sun sank below the horizon, but way up where the stars began to light their lamps, was a wonderful glowing orange cloud that looked as though it was receiving  a good night kiss. And sitting serene and secure on that cloud I saw a "He Fairy" and in his lap a Corona. How I envied him the possession of that Corona. Little thinking what I said, I talked to the fairy and said "Mr. Fairy when you are through with that Corona please let me have it? No sooner said than he acted, and the act consisted in throwing the Corona out into the darkening sky. It whirled and twirled and tumbled, over and over, it fell, until at last it landed on my desk. The dream ended. In the morning I went out and looked but found no Corona so I knew it was only a dream. But the same day came a telegram from a reader of the Tribune who lives way up North and the wire started with these words: "Corona sent express prepaid."


Friday night Mr. E. L. Hall, conductor of the Portsmouth Limited, said, "Your Corona came in tonight." Sure enough it was here and I am now writing "Thoughts" with it. The flag of the Tribune still waves and no doubt subscriptions will pour in.


Don't tell me that dreams do not come true. Don't tell me that God does not answer prayers. I know they do come true and I know that He does reply. It was a gorgeous sunset I saw in my dreams, and it is a new model number four Corona that I am using. I looked in my dictionary for the meaning of Corona and found several, but one appears to fit the case. A Corona is a crown or garland bestowed among the Romans as a reward for distinguished service. That definition seems to fit the case. There be some who will agree with me. There be some who will not. Anyway, I have the Corona so I am able once more to think.


Last week I wrote about Bill and Emily Jane visiting us and with them a doctor, whose name I did not catch, and being very polite I neglected to ask, and so in reporting I simply wrote that he was a doctor. Now come this: "Just a line, sir, to thank you for them kind woids. I intended writing immediately after reading your article in last week's Tribune, but as usual, have put it off. I also want to thank both you and Mrs. Clapp for a most enjoyable visit. I shall make very effort to have Bill and Emily bring me to visit you again, but next time I sincerely hope my wife will have the pleasure of meeting you too." The letter was signed Dr. D. H. Heiman, so here I am advertising that Matagorda County has a new tooth yanker, but I still wonder whyinthehell doctors do not advertise. Come on down Doc and bring friend wife. Come Saturday and spend Sunday. Plenty of water, some juice of the grape, food and air. For rates ask Bill and Emily Jane.


Carl Boeker tripped to the valley last week and brought in eighty-four bushels of citrus fruit which sell for, Oh, say ninety cents per bush, so we are all juicing up this week. I am informed that burglars broke into the Boeker store the other night, but found prices so low they refused to steal. They left a note stating the reason and saying they would be in the next day and buy what they wanted.


Mr. Steves, former P. M. at Bay City, called the other day soliciting votes for the position of tax collector. He brought with him a man from Arkansaw who thinks of moving here and it was a real pleasure to show him around and tell him all about the pleasures to be had in life at Collegeport.


Tuesday, Rev. Paul Engle came and brought with him the Holy Eucharist. The first time in this Lenten season. He will visit us again before Easter for he never forgets to bring the communion to all church folk at least once every year, no matter where they located.


Thursday the King's Daughters met with Mrs. Rena Wright with the usual fine eats spread and labor. Frank King was the lucky one to be invited so he was well fed. It is natural that I feel a bit sore that I was not invited, but never mind girls, some day you will meet at Homecroft and then you will have to feed me. Lord hasten the day for I am getting tired of buckwheats. I crave noodles the Famous kind made by that great noodle maker Carrie Nelson.


If any of you meet the editor of the Tribune and desire to witness an explosion just say "taxes" and watch the effect. The face of ye editor will take on a pugnacious, hard boiled editorial expression, the eyes will glitter and apoplexy will threaten. When he writes on the subject he grabs a ferocious looking fountain pen, filled with sulphuric acid and writes hot stuff which leaves a streak of sizzling smoke across the copy. He is backed up by contributions from other writers, all hot stuff, but none of it reaches the fundamentals. I advise the editor and his contributors to read "Speaking of Taxes" by Clarence Budington Kelland which appeared in the March American.


Well, we are having another spell of weather, with rain a plenty and soon the dirt roads will be nice and slick. Thanks be to the Lord for the "nine foot sidewalk."


Two road cops visited this place the other day along about noon and found everything quiet. If they will return about mail hour, which is between five and six p. m., they will find violations a plenty and can pick up about a dozen or more autoes with no 1932 tax paid.


Saturday morning a telegram informed Mrs. Liggett that her sister, Anna, died early that morning at her home in Dallas. Accompanied by Mr. Liggett and Milford, she left the same morning for Dallas and will not return for several days. Many of our people will remember Anna Spence who married Irving Glasser. Two splendid young people who started their married life with bright prospects. Now both have passed over leaving a little son. Anna was a fine looking girl of high character and greatly loved by all who knew her. Irving Glasser died several years ago and his passing has been mourned by Anna ever since. She never fully became reconciled to the loss.


"The stars come nightly to the sky,

The tidal wave unto the sea;

Nor time nor place, nor deep nor high,

Can keep my own away from me."

--John Burroughs.


The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, February 23, 1932


Bay View High School News

Editor.......................Frances L. Eisel
Ass't Editor...................Frances King
First Reporter..........Wade Blackwell
Second Reporter.......Tootsie Chiles
Third Reporter..................Beth Eisel

School News

We, the Girl Reserves, are looking forward with pleasure to the coming of Miss Carter, the district secretary of the Girl Reserves. We are planning an oyster supper in her honor, and we hope that the rain doesn't interfere with our plans.

Wednesday night, Feb. 18, 1932, the high school boys gave the high school girls a surprise party at the community house. After an enjoyable evening playing games and races, orangeade and cake were served.

Mr. and Mrs. Balusek, Miss Dorothy Franzen and Miss Beryl Bell were ideal chaperones. We hope they will honor us with their company again soon.

We girls appreciate the thoughtfulness of the boys and of Coach Balusek.

The state high school inspector, Miss Catham, visited our school Thursday, Feb. 18. We hope that she was pleased with our work.

George Washington In American History
by Ruth M. Baker
(paper not included)

Athletic News

County meet predictions.

The rainy weather has been interfering with the boys athletic practices, but they will make up for it when old "sol" does make his appearance. The mile is as good as ours already and of course we're sure of several others, too.

(paper not included here)

Local News

Mr. T. P. White spent the week-end in Houston, caring for his farm.

Mr. Louis Walter is able to sit up some after spending several weeks in bed.

Arnold and Clifford Franzen spent the week-end at home.

Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Wilson are visiting the latter's parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. V. Merck.

Reverend Van Dyke will meet with the young people Friday night at the community house for another song practice and social drink.

Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Balusek spent the week-end in Victoria.

Misses Beryl Bell and Marie Nestor spent the week-end in Wadsworth with Miss Bell's parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Bell.

Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Liggett were called to Dallas Saturday because of the death of the latter's sister, Mrs. Irving Glasser.

Mr. Gust Franzen, who has been on the sick list, is better, we are glad to report.

It makes us happy to report that Mr. H. L. Eisel, who has been quite ill is rapidly improving.

The Washington program, which was to be given Monday night, was postponed because of the rain.

Daily Tribune, February 24, 1932



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