[Local information taken from longer article.]
In does not require money to make Christmas gifts. It is the spirit of remembrance that counts and so a fine thing came to us Christmas day that told the story eloquently. It was a big red rose on a long stem. As I write it nods its head to me from the vase on the table and whispers the story:
"And 't is my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes."
Mrs. Carrie Nelson, originator and maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, sent me a beautiful bouquet of bright green, crisp, lettuce which I absorbed with much gusto.
The Palacios bakery is bringing over to this burg some most excellent baked goods, in the form of pies and doughnuts the latter being of special daintiness. In good weather this requires a thirty-mile drive and in wet weather, seventy miles. Soon as the viaduct is built he can deliver his goods and be back on the home base in thirty minutes with a five-mile drive. The Miserable Wretch is still anxious to walk over the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel, so let's get busy and start some propaganda on the viaduct during the year 1932. Besides I might buy a slice of bacon, a pint of oysters, an ice cream cone or get a tooth pulled.
Frances Eisel is a busy young lady this week entertaining and being entertained. Elizabeth looks lonesome, but never mind Elizabeth your time is coming for some day your knight will come riding a milk-white horse. His face will shine with love light, as he looks at your beautiful gold bronze head. His helmet will gleam as if made of beaten gold and his lance will be tipped with a great red ruby. He will take you away to his castle in wonderful dream land, and you will become the Princess of charm.
A new year is here and we have celebrated the birth of Jesus the Nazarene. He is the man who came into the world to give humanity a new hope, to put in the hearts of men a new courage. A courage, that enables them to meet the troubles of the world and conquering them, take on added strength. Wonder what 1932 has for us? Who is able to guess? God keeps the future a closed book for us.
A brisk nor'-wester came to us Wednesday with clearing skies, so that the last day of 1931 sees the sun sailing majestically through the turquoise sky and bathing the earth in its warming rays.
Clarence Prunty, janitor chief for Bay View School, has developed into a first class mouse catcher. In four days he caught seventy-nine of the varmints. Having nothing else to feed on, now that there are no pupils with lunch boxes, they began to consume examination papers and this is something Clarence would not stand for, hence the war.
The first day of 1932 arrived with a cloudless sky and warm sun but it also brought this beautiful bouquet to me "Thank you for the very original Christmas card and with its message of good cheer. Am glad of this opportunity to tell you how very much I enjoy your column in the Tribune, its opinion and good will. Know your Christmas joy was complete with your charming daughter, Mary Louise at home." A real cheery start for the new year and you bet we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, appreciate the message. It sort o' clocks with this perfect day.
The twenty-third annual new years community dinner came off as per schedule, with a turquoise sky over head and a sun whose rays warmed the hearts of those present. Looking at the table, which as editors like to state, was groaning with food, one could only wonder if this depression talk was not pretty much in ones mind. Food, food, food of every kind and description except those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and search as I might I could find no noodles, so for me the table might just as well have been like Mother Hubbard's cupboard. I simply adore, idolize, reverence, them there Carrie Nelson Noodles and when I find them not, all of the foods appear to pall. Except for that one item, the dinner was a huge success. Old timers were there mixing with new timers. Della Braden could not stay away and indeed all would miss her presence. While I was glad to see the old fellers, it was the young ones that interested me. Only yesterday the two Ruths were building railroads and townsites, on the bay shore, and now one Ruth is a staid married woman and good to look at. Lera Hunt has developed muchly. Always a fine student and well behaved girl. When she went away she was shy bit the other day she came back with a merry twinkle in her eye. Rosalie Nelson, modest, gracious, sweet, a pride to her family and to the community. Look at Mamie Franzen, well set up, full of pepper, a capable, well informed young woman. Louise Walter in whom we all have pride because of her determination to secure an education. Fine looking, bright, animated, I suspect because of her French ancestry. Minnie Elizabeth Chiles is blossoming out and if she don't look out, she will be as handsome as her mother. Some call her Tootsie, but I never saw many toots around her. I missed my friends, Frances and Elizabeth and for that reason the day was not quite perfect. Many other girls all around and the thought came to me that it will not be many years before they will have to take up the torch and keep the community flame burning on these festival occasions. I wonder if they will guard the spark that has been kept alive by certain women of the community.
Mrs. Vernon Hurd and Bill had their first experience with our community life and they both liked it. Bill and I had a chance to discuss club affairs for a few moments. Todd Lewis of Mendota, Ill., sent in a five spot for Van Wormer Field, so we now have on hand $34.25 or thereabouts. We all thank Mr. Todd for his interest in providing a fine playground for the Bay View pupils. I hope he takes the Tribune.
January 1 Mary Louise left us and goes back to her business in San Antonio and the house is desolate and our hearts are filled with lonesomeness. We do not hear her laugh and whistle and song and I'll not eat that wonderful corn beef hash until she returns. The same day Margaret Holsworth left for Chicago to take up her duties as a teacher who works for glory and the promise of pay sometime.
P. S. On this the second Sunday after Christmas, Bill and I took the first degree and so we are for the time being pure and sweet.
The Daily Tribune, January 5, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
It has been said that music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. I believed this to be true, until jazz came into existence and that seems to me, excite passions that might better be left dormant. Jazz does not give lasting satisfaction. Old songs do. Old songs were as a rule, composed by the best song writers the world has produced, and their melodies last from generation to generation and to day are sung with pleasure by multitudes. Old and young, delight in the old tunes and many a festive occasion has been lightened up with happy enthusiasm by assembly singing of old songs.
In my dreams "I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls." I sat with "Little Annie Rooney" in a palace "In Old Madrid." I said to Annie "Some Day" and "Somewhere" perhaps "In the Blue Alsatian Mountains" you will "Love Me Little and Love Me Long." Annie with eyes shining softly hummed "Annie Laurie" and then into "'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" but when I pressed for an answer to my love question she sat in "Grandmother's Chair" and sang "No Sir! No Sir!"
Looking over the sparkling waters of the bay I saw "White Wings They Never Grow Weary" and then there came into view "The Sand Man" who was "Sailing, Sailing" and shouting over the waters "America." "Thy Mine" fell good and hard for "A Warrior Bold." She was like "Angel's Bright and Fair" while he in her opinion was "He's the Lilly of the Valley." As he pressed his suit she tried to "Flee as a Bird" for she cared not for "The Old Old Story" although he persisted that "I Love to Tell the Story.”
Annie rose from her seat and returning from her walk, told me that she had "A Little Talk With Jesus" and brought with her "A Flower From Mother's Grave." As we sat in "The Gloaming" a nurse came into the patio and with tears in her eyes informed us that "The Cradle's Empty, Baby's Gone." Annie cried a bit and brushing the tears from her eyes, softly sang "Say Au Revoir, But Not Good Bye" and then from the nearby cathedral came the music of "The Lost Chord." All was quiet for "A Little While" and then as I smoked my "Last Cigar," I thought "Oft in the Stilly Night" I would "Steal Away" with "Kathleen Mavoureen" whom I saw "Coming Through the Rye."
The wind brought to my feet "Blossoms From Over the Sea" and thoughts of "The Old Oaken Bucket." As I looked at Annie before parting, I said, "Darling We Are Growing Old Silver Threads Among the Gold." She made no reply, so I gave her "The Two Roses" and said "Then You'll Remember Me." As I held her close for a moment and kissed her red ripe lips, I asked "When Shall We Meet Again?" Having no reply I released her and said I am going to "Mobile Bay," "Way Down Yonder in the Corn Fields" and pick cotton with "Lindy, Lindy Sweet as Sugar Cane" and who knows but I that I may meet "Sweet Adeline."
As I boarded the tug that was to take me to the big ship I happily sang "Home Sweet Home" for I knew that after all there was no place like "The Little Green Home" way down in "Texas, My Texas."
I have before me a bulletin issued by the U. S. Department of Commerce and on one page is a graph reproduced from "Analysis of the Tulsa Trade Area" by the Tulsa Chamber of Commerce. It is entitled "Why do people trade in certain cities?" I find, by a study of this interesting graph, that 33.9 per cent trade in certain cities because of convenient transportation; 22 per cent because of better merchandise; 14.1 per cent because goods not carried by local dealer; 11.3 per cent because of relatives and friends; 9.6 per cent attracted by theatres and other attractions; 6.8 per cent better prices; 2.2 per cent because of higher quality.
I write for the benefit of Palacios merchants, so they will understand why much more than 33.9 per cent of the trade from this territory goes to town instead of breezing across the bay. Convenient transportation facilities. Only 2 per cent care a tinker's dam about quality. They all want an easy way to a certain city. A viaduct across the bay will turn the tide from a vast trade territory towards Driscoll town and enable we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, to walk to St. John's Chapel. While you people stand on the shore straining eyes to see a ship come in, a good trade is slipping away and going to town because it cannot cross the bay. Bay City hopes you will keep watching for the ships. No man has power to change the tides of the sea, but men do have the power to change the tides of trade.
Well, anyway, maybe we will not need viaduct after all, for Carl Boeker has rented the Chapin store and is putting in a large and complete stock of groceries and the best part is that it includes plenty of that R. J. R. His prices will be in tune with those of Bay City and Palacios and he will do a strictly cash business. Enough business goes away from this burg every day, attracted by a low price to make for a grocery, first class business. Selling is easy, but buying is not such an easy problem to solve. When a man buys right, he can sell right, and when he sells right he attracts trade. No one is going to a "certain city" because it is the easy way and pay seventeen cents for bacon when it may be had at home for fifteen cents. Carl Boeker, from what he has told me, is starting right by buying close, paying cash, selling for cash, and I predict that a considerable business now going way from the home base will stay right here and knock out home runs. Carl Boeker's many friends provide a substantial capital for a starter. It will be up to him to make right prices.
Monday morning the school truck rolled in on time with their cargo of young ideas and school opened with renewed pep.
Saw Elizabeth Eisel looking down the read, her eyes shaded with a hand and wondering the why I asked, "What are you looking at Elizabeth?" and she smiled as she replied, "I thought I saw a white horse."
Bobbie Mildred Chiles is my youngest sweetheart, and she knowing how I adore her, sent me a big bag of cookies the other day. The cookies were adorable and just as sweet as she is. No wonder Jesus said "Suffer little children to come unto me" if the children in that day were like Bobbie.
The Woman's Union met with Mrs. Franzen with a good attendance. Of course, they had a good time at the Franzen home. The usual religious program was given and reports from the officers received.
Friday the B.V.H.S. "Vans" drove to Blessing where they met their former conquerors and took their scalp at 6 to 12 in favor of the "Vans." Under the coaching of Coach Balusek, we are working up a splendid basketball team.
I am informed that the trustees have decided that it is necessary to fence Van Wormer Field, for stray stock soon destroy the improvements made.
It is a foolish waste of money to build tracks and playgrounds only to be destroyed by stock. Those who have brooded on depression until they suffer from misery should take comfort from the fact that misery is an ailment that may be extoriorated. What such folk need is a bit more haenoglobin [hemoglobin?].
I am informed that quite a heavy load of what is known as spiritus frumenti arrived in this burg the other night. Soon as we have some moderation in existing laws which have driven men to hard liquor and crime, men will turn from rock, fence, white mule and begin to drink harmless wines and beers.
Saturday is the day for the auction which is open for any person anywhere so Mrs. Chiles sends your bedspring and Mr[s]. Nelson sends them noodles and Mrs. Wright sends that old hen and Mrs. Franzen sends some turnip greens and, well anyway, the word is for all you folk who have something you wish to change into cash to send it to Bay City Saturday, January 16. If Bay City merchants give up their trades day she takes a back step in her progressive march. Other towns have tried to establish a trades day and failed. Bay City has made it a success. Of course, some feel that in doing their share they practice supererogation and that the dilatants profit from their contributions, but this is always present. The progressive fellows always bear the burden and carry along the unwilling. Any merchant who, by spending such a small sum as four bones, can help to bring a thousand traders within his reach is a fool to quibble. It's cheap advertising. It puts his store and his town into a class by itself at small cost. Bay City during the past year has acquired a reputation as a first class "certain city" where good value may be had for small money. Keep up the good work even if it is necessary to drag along a bunch of men who are while willing to profit, are not willing to pay. Every town has 'em.
It is with sorrow that we learn of the passing of Mrs. Lewis. She has visited us many times and we always enjoy her cherry ways and bright smiles. There is a satisfaction and that is she lived a long and useful life and raised a splendid family of boys and girls. She left her fruit for the benefit of succeeding generations. When a woman has lived to her ripe years and left the world such a fine family, that woman wears a crown of glory. A fine specimen of America's womanhood has passed along life's highway and gone into the unknown, but the memory of her sweet and gracious life remains with those who knew and loved her.
"Love is indestructible:
It's holy flame forever burneth;
From Heaven it came to Heaven returneth;
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest time of love is there."
The Van Wormer Field Improvement Fund Statement.
Gulf Sulphur Co. $50
Carey Smith $5
George Duckworth $5
Dr. A. J. Alexander $5
E. H. Junod $2
E. E. Young $1
E. L. Peck $2.50
C. H. Farrell $5
Todd Lewis $5
Grading Van Wormer Field $8
Material and Labor $23.25
Ten loads gravel for track $10
Balance on hand with Hugo Kundinger, treasurer Collegeport Industrial League, $34.25.
In addition the League has furnished stamps to the value of $3.80 and envelopes and stationery to the value of $1.60.
Submitted by H. A. Clapp.
The Daily Tribune, January 13, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
While adults and old folk may read this if they like, it is primarily written for the kiddies. When Mary Louise was a wee little girl, she used to climb on my knee and say "Daddy, tell me about 'Struction Town'" and so I would relate the story about the girl who was in a class by herself when it came to destruction. This little girls name was not Frances, or Elizabeth, or Rosalie or Roberta, or Hazel, or Emma, but just plain Ada and it seems that she was always destroying things. She would knock a glass form the table, break cups and saucers, when she was drying them for mama, bend fotografs, tear holes in her stockings, and rents in her clothing until she was the despair of her mother. Mama used to say "Ada will I ever see the day when I can trust you not to break every thing in the house?" and Ada would cry and tell Mama that "It seems that I was born to be 'structive.'" So things went from bad to worse, each day piling up new destruction, until one bright sunny day she was in the garden picking flowers, when she heard a wee little shy voice saying "Ada come here." Ada looked all about and at last she found the voice. It belonged to a little fairy who was perched on the lip of a tulip. The fairy told Ada that she had come to Collegeport to take her on a visit to the most wonderful city God had ever made and wanted her to go at once. "But how can I go?" replied Ada. "I have brought with me a new chariot and with it we may quickly make the journey to the city which I can dimly see among the clouds." No sooner said, than down through the rows of flowers there floated the sweetest little chariot drawn by eight butterflies. The chariot was made of glass, some of it transparent and some opaque, but it glistened in the sunlight as though made of molten gold. The harness was as light as the web of a spider and was made of spun glass. "Why," said Ada, "everything seems to be made of glass" and the fairy explained that in the distant city everything was made of glass. Glass houses, glass streets, glass animals, glass automobiles, glass, glass. Soon the home garden was out of sight and then the earth was just a speck in the distance. Stars were closer, the sun warmer, and in a few moments the wonderful city came in sight, looking as though built on a big pink cloud, the cloud appeared to dissolve and on its heights Ada saw the city all agleam in iridescent glass. They lightly landed on the street of glass and the first thing she noticed was that every ones foot turned back. The hind feet of dogs and cats turned back. The fairy explained that this was so they could walk backwards without turning around. The dogs wagged their tails up and down instead of from side to side because being made of glass, if they wagged them sidewise they would break off. She saw an elephant and the peculiar thing was that when its tail wagged to the right, its trunk swung to the left. This cunning arrangement made it impossible for the glass trunk or tail to tangle up and break off. A street car rolled down the street and Ada was delighted because she could look right through the car and see all the people. The houses seemed to be made of opaque glass but a few of them were transparent and she was able to look clear through them and watch the occupants as they went about their daily tasks. This was all very interesting and Ada's eyes simply popped out of her head, so great was her astonishment. Soon they arrived at the palace of the king and found that the approach was well guarded with very tall glass soldiers, each one with one foot forward and the other pointing to the rear. A word from the fairy and they were allowed to pass up the great entrance to the palace where they were received by the king. Up to this moment Ada had not broken one thing but soon trouble was to begin from this girl of 'Struction Town.' Next week I will tell about the troubles that came to Ada and how it ended.
In Kipling's "A Wayside Comedy," he writes "You must remember though you will not understand, that all laws weaken in a small and hidden community where there is no public opinion." This perhaps explains the daily violation of traffic laws in Collegeport. These violations are a daily danger to children as well as adults. This week a fool driver drove though the town at not less than sixty miles per hour. At the end of the "nine-foot sidewalk" he turned his car and drove back at the same bent-for-hell speed, blowing his horn in warning. Where was he going? What was the hurry? What did he do when he arrived?
Saturday night, twenty cars were parked at the postoffice and many of them on the highway. Getting out of such a tangle is no safe thing and some day, some one will be killed or badly injured. Twenty cars is not many, one will say, but remember they are all packed in a space of less than one hundred and fifty feet. A good thing if some public opinion might be aroused before it is too late.
I am glad to welcome into the Select Lodge of R. J. R. Smokers, Mr. Boeker, Sr. He has used it for years and testifies that his good health is due to the use of this universal soul soother. Three bags for two bits and the big twelve-ounce bag for thirty-five cents, is the local price now days. For the first time Target may be had three for two bits and at that a fair profit. All this town needs is a fair prophet and our folk may enjoy a fair profit.
Well, I notice by reading the papers that Judge McNabb wants another nab at the county judgeship, and I don't blame him for he looks very contented and cozy in his nice new office. I expect he will be down this way sooner or later and hope he brings Otis Taylor with him. If he does, I may throw my two votes his way.
Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. was here Thursday and met with the Woman's Club for the purpose of organizing a unit of the Girl's Reserves. After listening to the plan the club agreed to sponsor the movement. The girls are delighted with the prospect of having a unit in Collegeport. The meeting was held in the library building because of the bad road conditions.
Friday night a group of young people representing the Markham B. Y. P. U. came down and put on a play "Follow Me." The play was produced in a splendid manner, but the attendance was not what was desired, for road conditions are not what they might be.
Friday afternoon the Ashby school, played the home team on Van Wormer Field with a score in favor of the "Vans" 11-8. The Ashby team used three seniors and two juniors while the home team used four juniors and one senior. The same night a mixed team came from Palacios and engaged a mixed local team with a score of 16-20 in favor of the visitors.
An oil tank going into the ditch near Beadle, held up mail for two days. A rescue train, from Kingsville, went off the track before it reached the ditched oil tank but Saturday night the mess was all cleaned up and the motor car came in on time with a heavy mail. It was the old story of "off again, on again, gone again." All is well on the line, until another "off again."
The auction held in Bay City Saturday was granted a fine day and a good crowd, with fine sales. This is the first of a series of auctions under the management of Burton D. Hurd and Son. We hope some of them will be held in other portions of the county. This appears a wise thing to do, for it is difficult to move live stock many miles.
For the past few days we have been enjoying summer weather with a temperature ranging from 78 to 82. Of course the weather pessimist tells us that we will pay for this mild weather and has predicted all sorts of storms.
Sunday a mile norther arrived accompanied with a drizzling rain which will continue to give the dirt roads a fine slick.
Ray Ross, who lives in Houston was here last of the week for a visit with old time friends.
Gustave Franzen received a fotograf of his sister's family. The sister was two years old when he left Sweden, but is now married and has two fine daughters. The group are well dressed and fine looking people and the little girls are beauties. Wish they would move to Collegeport for they would make a fine addition to our America. The more people we have from the old country like the Franzen family, the better off are we.
Received a refund check the other day from the county tax collector and I thanked him cordially. Of course after such kind attention, I feel that I must cast my two votes for R. A. Kleska. And what's the use of turning out such a well posted and capable man as he is. Years of service in that office, has made a valuable servant and just as a matter of common business sense he should be retained.
As to Ruby Hawkins, there is not a voter in Matagorda County who would willing throw away a ruby. Jewels of that class are without price, why not keep our ruby?
Of course, Oscar Barber will be down here sooner or later with his usual smile and can talk and we will mostly decide to vote for him, just once more.
Harris Milner, because of long service and close attention to business is entitled to a renewal. I have never seen him and have no desire to, on official business, but if he wishes to make us a social call, he will be welcome to Homecroft. Such a visit will not need a search warrant for we are always at home to the sheriff for we have sold our still and dumped all of our brew. Come on down Harris and give us a look see.
It appears that the office of county treasurer is a superfluous one but so long as it is required, might as well keep Charles Langham handling the cash and paying it out. He is a good old scout and a swell dresser. Hope he will bring his lady friend with him when he makes his biennial visit.
Now about his here viaduct from this burg to the City by the Sea, where folks look for the ship to come in. I notice by reading the Beacon that several fellows are anxious to serve us people as precinct commissioner. If the viaduct was ready to use, a five minute drive and they would be able to tell us all about their peculiar qualifications for the job. Without the viaduct they will drive seventy miles for the privilege of chinning with us. What a saving in time and language. And then think of the ease with which we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, could walk to service at St. John's Mission.
Thanks to the Lord, aided and abetted by Mrs. Robert Murry, on this the second Sunday after Epiphany, our tummies are well distended, with turnip greens, salt port and pot likker. Just proves, that it is a great thing to the friendly with the Lord, and our neighbors.
Thinking this string of copy was pretty good, I read it to Burton Hurd and he only smiled and said "Gosh! I don't see why Carey Smith prints all this slime." Just at present, Burton has a hog complex and dreams of hogs at night so when I asked a suggestion for "Thoughts," he asked me to write about hogs. I may do it soon as I find out whether to write about two legged hogs or four legged ones. Plenty of dope for either one.
The Daily Tribune, Tuesday, January 18, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
Well to go on with the story of the structive girl. Ada was informed that she must not turn her back on the king when retiring from the royal presence. This act was easy for the natives, for with one foot turned to the rear, they could walk back just as easy as skinning a cat, but not so with Ada. Along each side of the chamber stood rows of candles mounted on glass sticks about five feet high. Ada, trying to walk backwards as gracefully as did her escort, simply knocked three of the candle sticks over and they fell to the floor with a crash. The king roared with anger and shouted "varlets take that wench away." So she was dragged by the arms and hustled out of the palace and taken to the little glass house where she was to stay. On the way they crossed a beautiful bridge which looked like opals, and the stream underneath, was all red. When she asked what made it red, they told her it was a river of cranberry sauce.
She wanted to stop and examine it and so she went down the banks and found them lined with a peculiar grass which she at last discovered was noodles. She grabbed a handful and found they were glass noodles and the flowers along the bank in varied colors were all glass. As she reached for a flower, she slipped and her slipper fell off and floated away on the river of cranberry sauce so she had to hobble up to the road and into the chariot and soon found herself at "Terrible Bungalow."
Terrible to her because it was made from black glass and inside all was light and comfy. Light from invisible sources and warmed in the same way. A maid escorted her to her room which was beautifully covered but everything was glass. Glass shades, glass toilet articles, glass bed spread, made from spun glass so delicate as to feel and look like silk. Trying to comb her hair, she broke the brush and the mirror fell with a crash. She knew that she was in for trouble, for breaking things made the people very angry but just then a little boy came and brought her slipper which he had found on buckwheat cakes island. It was all covered and soaked with cranberry sauce but she started to dry it when out popped a little animal, which the boy said was a "thingumbee."
When this animal ate, it simply turned itself outside in by slipping its tail in its mouth and then surrounded the food and reversing the process the food was in its tummy and ready for digestion. When Ada left the bungalow to take a walk, she brushed against a small tree which being made of glass simply broke into a thousand bits and scattered all over the lawn. This being observed by a policeman, who saw it with the eye in the back of his head, arrested her and took her before a big fat glass jug, which we know as a judge and Ada was questioned and the verdict was that she be thrown out of the town because so long as she stayed, their things would be broken. They put glass handcuffs on her and led her to the edge of he town which was the big pink cloud she had seen when coming up there. One of the men took her by the feet and the other by the head and with a big heave, threw her off. Down, down, down, she went, tumbling over and over, her hands flying, screaming for help, but all to no avail. Soon she could see the earth and then her home tucked away under green grass and then a big bump and she landed right in the garden. The breath was just about knocked out of her, but she soon sat up and began to cry.
Mama rushed out and picked her up and between her sobs, Ada told all she had gone through with, and said, "Mama, I will never break another thing and I'll always be so careful of everything I handle." So Ada was reformed and became a great source of joy and pride for her parents and I am told that all her life she was so careful that she never broke another dish or tore her clothes. Her home was never again in "Struction Town," but in happy and peaceful valley where she lived a long and happy life. So this is the story of "Struction Town" so let me hear you say your prayers and go to bed my darling. Soon Mary Louise was fast asleep, but the next night she would say, "Daddy, tell me about 'Struction Town.'"
Little Bright Eyes, by some called Mary Ellen Foster, is the local entrant in the Colonial Theatre contest. Mary Ellen has not decided whether to take the auto or the trip to Hollywood though she favors the latter because a prominent film organization appears anxious to give her a screen test. Maybe we have a Dorothy Dalton or Mary Pickford here in Collegeport.
It amuses me to read the statements in the papers regarding those who are standing for various offices. It appears that they are all well and favorably known, are men of rare ability and nearly all of them enter because of the pressure brought to bear by their many friends. None of them appear to need the job, but are simply willing to sacrifice their time and energy for the public good. O la! la and two more las. Anyway it is fine to know that we have a surplus of patriots. Many will reach for the cup, but few will sip.
The King's Daughters met with Mrs. Burton D. Hurd Thursday. The attendance was rather small so my report is, but the food was there in plenty and gorgeous quality. My friend the noodle maker, brought a big pan of them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, but they did me little good for I was not invited, but I am thankful for a breeze from the west which from time to time wafted the odor of noodles to me and I inhaled and enjoyed them as best as I could. Sure feel sore about the neglect, for I do not understand how the Daughters can have a first class meeting without a few good men.
Friday we had a rain estimated by some of the wise ones as about three inches, anyway, everything was afloat and then to top things off, a brisk norther roared down on us and is still roaring as I write this on Septaugesima Sunday. For the benefit of those who do not know, I will state that Wednesday, Feb. 10 is Ash Wednesday the first day of Lent. March 27 will be Easter Day by which time we trust weather will be settled.
Many of the school pupils were taken to Palacios Friday to have treatment for diphtheria. A wise move, for we all know from good practical experience that this disease may be whipped and many lives saved to grow up into useful men and women.
My private smuggler is now in St. John's New Brunswick, so I will be looking for some more John Cotton and London cigs. Great thing to have such fine service.
We, meaning I and the Miserble Wretch, feel pretty gay this morning for we had buckwheat cakes for our morning meal. I adore noodles, but O, you buckwheat cakes. The flour, which arrived Saturday night, came from an old stone mill I used to visit as a boy with my grandfather. It now makes yellow corn meal and buckwheat flour all stone ground.
Guess the library did a small business Friday for few would go out in the heavy rain even for a good book.
The first candidate to call on us was Smiling Oscar [Barber]. Of course, he told us that his principle business was to find out how much tax we were willing to pay this year. Of course, we will cast our two votes for our old friend Oscar, so no others need apply to us for that job.
I have not decided what office I will stand for but from Mirth's description of the new jail, guess I will offer as sheriff and it don't make much difference whether I am elected or not, so long as I can live in that mansion. Life there, sure would be a delight.
Looking over my registry book that I kept when I had pure bred hogs, I find this notation "four hogs died in the storm of March 10, 1912." I am not worrying today for I have no hogs.
The Girl's Reserve is planning to organize and elect officers. I suggested to Rosalie Nelson that if she would use her influence to secure my election as treasurer, I would split with her on a fifty-fifty basis. The ides appealed to her so guess I'll be elected. Tather have that than be county treasurer. One of the first things the Reserves take up is the building of the viaduct so Palacios folk may come over here and see the beautiful sunsets.
We have been pestered with rats and mouses and have tried all of Montague's tricks without success. They appear to enjoy poison, but at last we got rid of Mr. Rat, simply by introducing to our house a bow legged mouse. It seems rats are so afraid of bowlegged mice and they leave the premises. At any rate, we got the rat, a fellow weighing close to twenty pounds or less, probably much less. I will now breed bow legged mice, and soon will be able to furnish a supply to our friend Montague, and then he can continue his rat campaign with hopes of success.
Had a talk with Bill Hurd today and we agree that the weather is too cold for us to take the third degree.
The Daily Tribune, January 26, 1932
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