Editor - Frances L. Eisel
Ass't Editor - Frances F. King
First Reporter - Wade Blackwell
Second Reporter - Tootsie Chiles
Third Reporter - Beth Eisel
Wednesday, Feb. 24, 1932 the Girl Reserves gave an oyster fry at the community house from four to six in honor of Miss Charlie Mae Carter, district secretary of the Y. M. C. A.
We sang Girl Reserve songs, held our business meeting and then feasted on oysters. All went home with their appetites satisfied and with happy hearts.
Misses Bell, Williams, Franzen and Mrs. and Mrs. Balusek motored to Houston to see "Old Ironsides."
Dean Merck spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday of last week in Houston.
Mr. Van Dyke preached here last Sunday.
Many people attended the auction at Bay City Saturday.
A group of young people gathered at the community house Friday night for a singing social. All spent an enjoyable evening.
Misses Frances and Beth Eisel spent the week-end with Mildred McKissick.
The Washington program was held Thursday night. An interesting program was given by the women of the different organizations, presenting the fashion of long, long ago which was really clever. The Girl Reserves, dressed in their white dresses and blue ties, sang some of their songs, after Miss Bell, sponsor, had given a talk stating the purpose of the Girl Reserve organization.
The admission was 15 and 25 cents and cherry pie, sandwiches and coffee was served. Everyone thought the program was excellent and the refreshments delicious.
Miss Bell: "I take great pleasure in giving you ninety in English."
C. W.: "Aw make it a hundred and enjoy yourself."
Bus Hunt: "And what are your grades?"
Big Buddy King: "Submarine."
Bus: "What do you mean?"
Big Buddy: "Under C's."
Miss Dorothy: "Winston, why don't you know your history lesson today?"
Winston: "Well, you said yesterday that history repeats itself and so I thought if that were true we would have the same lesson today."
Ten Years From Now.
"An old, old lady told me the other day that ten years from now
Big Buddy King is going to play opposite Clara Bow.
Julian Jenkins is going to play with the New York Yankees.
Ruth Boeker is going to start a dog kennel.
Tootsie Chiles will be secretary to C. W. Boeker, Inc.
Winston McKissick will be head coach at De Moss.
Pat Jenkins will be first tenor in the great Collegeport quartet.
Frances Eisel will be head of the R. K. Thompson Co.
Clarence Prunty is to chop wood for a toothpick factory.
Frances King bending safety pins in a pin factory.
And Beth Eisel will be training for a jockey.
Did You Know?
C. W. has fallen so hard for a certain girl that he has fallen arches.
We notice Bus Hunt limping, too.
Tsk! Tsk! These high school girls!
The Daily Tribune, March 2, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
When the drum beats or the bugle sounds its blast, it is daybreak and it gives notice to the soldiers that it is time to rise. It is notice to sentinels to forbear the challenge.
"For at dawn to assail ye
Here no bugles sound reveille."
--Sir W. Scott.
Tuesday the bugle sounded the reveille to Collegeport. It was the call to arise and be ready for action. January 29 I received a letter from the Texas Gulf Coast Company, a St. Louis and Galesburg concern, informing me that it had taken over the Collegeport townsite and giving me details of the plans for development. The letter urged that I treat the communication with strict confidence until they released me. This I have done, but Tuesday I received a wire as follows" "This will authorize you to announce the plans outlined in our recent letter at your annual banquet. The heartiest co-operation of every citizen and everyone interested in the growth and development of Collegeport is desired, in a cleaning up campaign to make Collegeport attractive to the many prospective purchasers that will be arriving there in the near future." The plans include the extension of the present cement road to the bay shore, the grading of other roads, the general cleaning up of the town and the building of a one hundred room hotel and sanitarium on the bay shore where the old hotel was located. The Missouri Pacific has been interested in the plans and are giving it strong moral support and it is indicated that financial support will also be given at the proper time. Something like one hundred doctors have been interested in the establishment of the sanitarium. These medical men have examined into the situation of Collegeport as a health location, have analyzed the water of the well and of the bay and their verdict is that the place presents a desirable situation for the establishment of a sanitarium for those suffering from high blood pressure, nervous and kidney diseases, certain diseases of the bladder and for rheumatism. These doctors are so well satisfied, that they are ready and willing to not only invest their money, but their time and talents. Along with this will be the carrying on of a well planned campaign for the sale of land and the inducement of people to come here and make this their home. It is also their purpose to develop the fish, oyster and shrimp business.
Every lot, block and street will be cleaned, ditches opened up and some streets shelled. The men back of this organization are determined to bring about accomplishment and are in a position to do what they propose. They ask of us our hearty moral support. We have nothing to lose by giving it and we have much to gain. Reveille has sounded, and it is up to every citizen of the place to arise and respond to the summons. Wrap up the little hammer that in the past has been used so vigorously. Wrap it up and deposit it in a museum for antiquities. A hammer for knocking is not desired, but a hammer for driving nails in new buildings is a necessity and the only one we want. I have lived here twenty-four years and have seen them come and go. I have witnessed many attempts to build a town. Much money has been spent in these efforts. I am glad to write that I have always supported such efforts and I shall continue to do so. Let us be ready to give hearty welcome to every person who may be induced to visit the town and show by our hospitality that we are the kind of people they might wish to live with. Doctor Van Wormer wires "Boren and Sargent working hard getting details in condition for big campaign. Want the co-operation of every citizen there, in helping to clean up the townsite and make it attractive to people coming soon." All right fellows, I have here told all I know about the plans. Will we meet the new comers with a slap in the face? Will we meet them with a hearty greeting of welcome and do what we can to make their visit one of interest and profit and encourage them to build a home and become one of us? Take your choice.
The Texas Gulf Coast Company is officered by J. E. Crossman, Floyd W. Sargent and Chester A. Boren. They have offices in St. Louis, Mo., and Galesburg, Ill. These men will be here in a short time to look things over and meet our folk. Let us be ready for them. Reveille has blown the bugle blast.
Us Homecrofters are sad this day. Peter died Tuesday night. Some of you will remember about Peter for I told about him in this column several months ago. Peter was a Black Jersey Giant Rooster. A very intelligent bird and my daily pal. He knew his name and on hearing my call would come as fast as legs and wings could bring him. He always followed me to the barn morning and night and standing under the cows as I milked, would keep up a continual chatter about my methods. He would daintily pick from my lips, a morsel of food and if I held it five feet from the ground he would jump that distance and grab it from my fingers. He talked my language and I talked his and we had many happy times together. Bill Hurd knew Peter well. Only last week, S. W. Corse made him a visit and watched me put Peter through his stunts. Sunday night he staggered with me for the milking and that was his last trip. Monday he failed to answer my call and Tuesday night he died. Doc Mowery said he had sour crop and maybe he did, but he sure had one sweet heart. We miss Peter and his heavy clump, clump, as he galloped on the gallery floor. I feel sure that Peter is in a high place in Rooster Heaven.
Arnold and Clifford Franzen drove down Saturday night and spent Sunday with their parents. Two splendid young Americans.
Bill Hurd comes out in full cowboy regalia and it is a becoming costume for him. I am glad that he does not carry a gun.
"Old Ironsides" is visiting Texas ports this week and the feet of many school children will tread her historic decks. To me it is a sad thing to think that we have no sailors able to man this ship and sail her from port to port. Instead she is dragged at the end of a long tow rope. It is humiliating to a ship that has sailed for a hundred years and visited every port in the world. And now today when she makes this peaceful voyage, we confess that nowhere in America may we find sailors who know how to man her yards or furl her sails.
Mr. W. H. Boeker is well sold on this country as a place for homes on the land and he is interesting himself to acquaint people in Illinois with the facts and hopes to move at least fifty families to the "Magic Bottle."
Ben R. Mowery has his private oyster farm in the bay in front of his home. Last fall he brought, from oyster lake, about fifteen sacks of bivalves and deposited them in the waters of the bay. Since that time when he craves oysters, he goes out and brings them in. Wish I had a private noodle farm.
Wednesday night the Girl's Reserve served an oyster supper in honor of Miss Carter of the Houston Y. M. C. A. Oysters plucked from the bay by the boy friends and cooked by Mamie and some other preserves. Mamie Franzen gave me an invitation, but the Miserable Wretch refused permission. No doubt she is jealous because I am so popular. Just like a woman.
Mrs. Tom Ewing brought her husband down to the Washington Birthday pageant Thursday night. For the benefit of those who do now know, I will state that Mrs. Ewing aspires to move into the palatial sheriff quarters in the new jail and is encouraging Tom to offer for the sheriff job. It appears that between them they have sewed up this box. The women say they will vote for Tom because he is so handsome and the men fall for Mrs. Ewing because as one man said, "she is sure one sweet little woman." This is a combination hard to beat. I advise Harris Milner to secure a sweet little woman and bring her down to our next fiesta. Tom promised that when I am a prisoner I could occupy the guard's room which is provided with all conveniences. I am sure it would be a delightful place in which to write "Thoughts." The Miserable Wretch says "you ought to be in jail for writing some of your slime."
For twenty-three years this community, under the leadership of the Woman's Union, has celebrated the birth of George Washington with a community banquet. This year, because of the weather and road conditions, the event was postponed until Thursday night and instead of a banquet, a program was arranged under the direction of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd. The principal number was a pageant "Women of the Ages." Then followed a number by the Girl's Reserve which was a delight as voices sang true and blended in melody. A flag drill by the little girls followed and was executed with remarkable precision. Space forbids mention of all those who took part in the pageant for more than twenty-five were on the stage, but I cannot forbear mentioning the star of the evening, Mrs. Helen Holsworth who took the part of the grande dame in the Colonial scene. She was beautiful and acted as though born to the state. Carrie Nelson knows how to make those Famous Noodles, but I bet she does not realize that she is also a famous comediene in her character of the Negro mammy collaborating with Mrs. Holsworth. Mrs. Rena Wright as the Merry Widow, almost stopped the show with her comedy antics. Dorothy Crane Corporon is a mighty fine white girl, but she sure makes an attractive Indian maiden and most of the boys present wanted to join her tribe. Mrs. Emmitt Chiles heavily wrapped in furs leading a little child with bare legs illustrated the modern mother, Mrs. George Washington. Mrs. Abraham Lincoln and Mrs. Andrew Johnson were present, dressed in the costume of the period. All gowns and hats were correctly tailored for the period and were made from crepe paper which from the auditorium looked exactly like rich satin and silk. The audience remaining in their seats the girl reserves served a chocolate supper consisting of ham sandwiches, cherry pie and coffee.
Mrs. Hurd arranged and directed the pageant and Mrs. Clapp provided the music for the first part and Mrs. Dorothy Crane for the Reserve songs and the flag drill. I bet George Washington is well pleased.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 3, 1932
Editor - Frances L. Eisel
Ass't Editor - Frances B. King
Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Totsie Chiles, Beth Eisel
The Girl Reserves have been cordially invited to attend the meeting of the Woman's Club which is to be held Thursday, March 17, at the "Homecroft." We girls are anxious for Thursday to make its appearance.
My! How glad all of us will be when county meet is over. Perhaps then, we shall be able to breathe more freely.
Sportsmanship has many lines to it. There is the sportsmanship on the playground, sportsmanship on the baseball and football teams, and sportsmanship in everyday life.
True sportsmanship is going into a game, playing fair and hard all through the game, and coming out winner of loser at the end of the game with the same spirit of good feeling toward your opponent that you went in with. This is true in the games of life as well as the games at school or on the court or field.
"It is better to be fair than to be king." It is better to be a poverty stark beggar with no wealth but honesty and courage than to be a millionaire who has gained his wealth by dishonest means.
My ideal of sportsmanship is a man who can take a defeat with a smile; a man who can lose and come out and shake hands with his conqueror, a man who doesn't resort to cheating, even when his opponent is hitting below the belt with foul blows.--Raymond Hunt, English III.
In the invitation meet held here last Friday on Van Wormer Field, Pat Perkins took first place in running high jump, Big Buddy King placed second, Buss Hunt took third place.
Hammanek from Blessing took first place in running broad jump, Noel Adams took second, Pat Jenkins came third. Big Buddy King dashed away with the honors for the 100 yard dash. Pat Jenkins came next with Zemanek placed third. On the 220-yard dash, Big Buddy came first, followed by Zemanek and McKissick. Adams "brought home the bacon" in the 440 dash. Pat Jenkins came second and Zemanek third. Bus Hunt took the 880 run. Logan took second and C. W. Boeker placed third.
Noel Adams took first place in the mile race. First place in shot put was taken by Zemanek, Pat Jenkins took second and Bus Hunt got third place.
Pat Jenkins was first man. He won one first place, three seconds and a third place. Adams came second with two firsts, one second and one third place, closely followed by Big Buddy King with two first places and one second.
R. K. Thompson was "the boy" for the grades taking first place in everything.
O. K.! Boys just do that well in the finals.
Some of the girls have been running around with a racquet in one hand and either a spelling list or an indoor baseball the other. Hope none of them get absent-minded, but just wait until finals, kids.
The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, March 9, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
So they said, and I believed it--broke my land and sowed my crop--
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rank interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper, day and night repeated--so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges.
Lost and waiting for you. Go!"
Well I know who'll take the credit--all the clever chaps that followed--
Came, a dozen men together--never knew my desert fears;
Tracked me by the camps I'd quitted, used the water holes I'd hollowed.
They'll go back and do the talking. They'll be called pioneers!
Yes, your "Never-never country"--yes your "edge of cultivation"
And "no sense in going further"--'till I crossed the range to see.
God forgive me! No. I didn't. It's God's present to our nation.
Anybody might have found it but--His Whisper came to me.
--Kipling's Five Nations.
Kipling's poem of the trail for the promised land and is but the tale of many who have followed the long and rocky trail after heart's desire. I have followed it from my native state of Michigan through Cripple Creek to Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Lower California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Chihuahua, Durango and back tracked to Chicago and at Collegeport the trail ended and I found what I had been unconsciously looking for. Gold? The gold that is never coined into cash and used for trade. The gold of a peaceful life. The Miserable Wretch, to escape her misery, has journeyed the seven seas and pressed her foot into the soil of the five continents and at last her trail ended at Collegeport and she too, found gold. The gold of health and happiness. Others came from most of the northern states and they who stayed found gold. The same gold we found. The gold of a peaceful, contented life, a life that is easier and gratification largely because of soil and climate conditions. Now there opens to our view another trek, sponsored by some men of vision. They too, will come and many of them will also find that here is to be found desconso or heart's desire. It is up to us to bid them a warm welcome, to make their visit one of profit and pleasure and to do all in our power to show them the beauties of our situation and its desirability as a place for an agreeable, cosey, convenient and profitable home life.
It appears to me that us Homecrofters are well able to judge of this, for our travels have taken us to many lands and across many seas and it is our belief after casting up the debits and credits of these hikes that here in Collegeport one may easily find the consummate, transcendent and incomparable joys that God has spread before his people. Pure, wholesome, soft artesian water, soft breezes, a soil as rich as the richest, a climate better than the best, which affords us the privilege of growing crops ten months out of the year. To this is added fine improved highways stretching to all portions of the nation, railway, express mail, telegraph, telephone facilities. A federated church, a free public library, a consolidated high school. Stores that sell at low prices with goods of standard worth and quality. A beautiful bay from which our people may take as they will sea food fit for any epicure.
"And no sense in going further
It's God's present to our nation
Anybody might have found it but--
His whisper came to me."
I have read the list of delinquent taxes published in last week's Tribune and find my name there for the sum of $84.35 and take this means to inform the collector and commissioners' court, that I am not delinquent one penny and have receipts in full to date. When I read over the long lists and sums owing by the wealthy folk and the large estates, it appears to me that the county would be quite easy financially, if such sums were collected. This could be done if the proper officials were possessed with a good set of guts. They are quick to jump onto some small farmer, living on a twenty-acre farm. That's fruit for the officer and he delights in sending the sheriff out with bundles of citations for the cute little fish, but does he attempt to catch the big fish? Not as any person has ever noticed. They simply have not the guts. The Bible says "Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal." God knows that some taxes are in the eternal class.
After making a careful survey of this precinct I feel sure that Ruby Hawkins, Judge McNabb, Thos. H. Lewis, Oscar Barber, and A. D. Hensley, will carry this box. Writing this makes me wonder if they are taking any oysters out of Matagorda Bay.
Mr. J. S. Conover, working on one of Hugo Kundinger's several Bayshore rent houses, fell from the scaffold and received injuries which required that he be taken to the Bay City hospital. Four stitches were taken in the left ear, a like number over the eye and it was found that the shoulder was dislocated and the arm bone broken close to the shoulder. He was brought home Friday and is now resting easy.
About one hundred and thirty miles east of Chicago on the old Chicago-Detroit stage road, is Sturgis, Mich., where I was at one time a resident and cashier of the Citizens State Bank. One of the Tribune readers passed through the town the other day and remembering that I used to live there sent me this thoughtful and dainty message. Such delicate compliments are as a rule not expressed by men so I appreciate it all the more.
"February 29, 1932, 4 p. m.
Dear Mr. Clapp:
My admiration for you prompted me to pay my respects to your old home town. No evidence of depression here." With it was a set of photographs of the principal buildings, streets, corners, golf course, hospital, etc. The message goes into my chest of sweet memories and from time to time I shall take it out and breathe again its fragrance. Gosh, but isn't God good to give us such wonderful friends?"
The Woman's Union were entertained Thursday by Mrs. John Carrick. About eighteen were present. Mrs. Carrick as hostess served delicious refreshments and a delightful time is reported.
The Story of My Life by Helen Keller is worthwhile reading as I can testify this week. It is a wonderful work that Miss Sullivan has given her life to. Helen Keller, blind, deaf, dumb at the age of eight, was ahead of most normal children and today is one of the world's educated women. She tells of a girl who was not only blind, deaf and dumb, but had lost all senses of taste and of smell. In spite of this she was taught to speak and could communicate freely.
Friday, I enjoyed a pleasant visit from Mr. G. A. Salsbury. He did not visit me for the purpose of buying eggs or milk, but is possessed with the idea that he would make a first class commissioner and I believe he would, but the plain truth is, a frog can't jump into two ponds at the same time. If George Harrison does not come over here mighty soon, I may play in some other pond.
Friday evening, Mrs. Frank Ramsey returned to her Collegeport home and at one o'clock in the morning of the next day, came the worst norther of the season. The wind blew a gale that caused some of the two story houses to tremble in the blast and with it rain. Saturday forenoon the weather cleared, but the north wind still blew. Sunday morning at 6:30 the mercury registered 32, the lowest point for the winter. I do not charge that Mrs. Ramsey brought this norther with her, but it sure chased her into town.
Saturday night a wire informed us that Mrs. C. C. Hermann, Anna Van Ness, is the mother of a baby girl. This makes three beautiful girls that have come to Anna and she is one splendid mother. Mr. Hermann is treasurer of the Southwest Utilities Company which controls The Central Power and Light Company.
I trust that no one will repeat this for it is a secret, but will only state that soon as school closes "wedding bells" will ring.
"Hear the mellow wedding bells--Golden Bells!
What a wealth of happiness their harmony foretells.
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!"
Well whether the above named persons take the jump or not, it makes no difference to us for with great delight we saw an auto roll in Sunday and there we found Mr. and Mrs. Highley. Jeanette looks splendid to me and I am happy because she is my kin. Well we had a fine visit and a promise to come again. Hardly had they left before the Eisel family rolled in and that means principally Frances and Elizabeth for they are the honey-buns. Before they left I got them to promise me a big bag of spinach so you girls better look out for my improved complexion.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 10, 1932
Editor - Frances L. Eisel
Ass't Editor - Frances B. King
Reporters: Wade Blackwell, Tootsie Chiles and Beth Eisel.
We certainly are happy to see the sun shining again! We enjoyed playing in the snow, but we just have to have sunny weather to continue our practicing for the county meet--and that we must do!
Several of our pupils were absent from school Thursday, Friday and Monday due to colds and flu. Playing in the snow is a rare event in Collegeport, so we contribute to the cause of their illness partially due to that. We hope to see their smiling faces very soon.
Friday Mrs. Claire F. Pollard and Mr. Clark, the state aid inspector, visited our school. We always are happy to have Mrs. Pollard visit us and we hope that Mr. Clark will not wait so long to visit us as he has done before.
The Girl Reserves were honored with an invitation to attend the meeting of the Woman's Club which met at "Homecroft." Miss Carter, the district secretary of Y. M. C. A., was there and interested the entire club with such an account of the Girl Reserves organization as we had not heard before. We enjoyed the program immensely, but most of all we enjoyed the delicious refreshments which Mesdames Clapp and Emmitt Chiles served.
Physical Education Should Be Compulsory in High
When physical education is taught in high school the more interesting sports, such as baseball and basketball take the pupils mind from his studies, when he should be home or in the school room studying, he is often on the playground practicing his favorite sport, in order to be able to excel some of his fellow students in the next day's physical education period or at county meet. Often it causes jealousy among the students who wish to become better than any one else. In too many cases, the pupil expects the teacher to give him an underserved grade so he can play in the tournament or at county meet.
I think physical education should be taught in high school for the purpose of developing the body and also the mind. It teaches the pupil to be active and alert. It causes more school spirit, and at match games and county meets it makes the pupil feel as if he should be loyal to his school above all things. The value of sportsmanship is also brought out as an essential part of life.
To make Hutchins swift.
To make C. W. think.
To make Frances King blush.
To make Winston study.
To make Frances Eisel smile.
To make Miss Bell give longer lessons.
To make Miss Dorothy a brunette.
To make Beth Eisel red haired.
Miss Dorothy: When was the revival of learning?
Pat Jenkins: Just before exams.
C. W.: I want a tooth out but don't bother with the gas, because I'm in a hurry.
Dentist: My, you're a very brave lad, indeed! Which tooth?
C. W.: Show the man your tooth, Kent.
Why Most Teachers Go Crazy
May I borrow a pen?
What page please?
I didn't understand the question.
May I borrow some paper?
I left my book in the study hall.
Oh! I studied the wrong lesson.
I left my exercise at home.
Monday night, March 7, Miss Dorothy Franzen, Louise Walter and Mamie Franzen were the representatives of Collegeport at county Christian Endeavor in Bay City.
Reverend Van Dyke has a touch of the flu.
The County Christian Endeavor Union.
Louise Walter, Mamie and Dorothy Franzen attended the Christian Endeavor meeting in Bay City, Monday night, March 7. Mrs. Thos. H. Lewis and the Bay City Endeavors entertained the delegates with a Mexican supper. After the fellowship hour, plans were made to organize a county Christian Endeavor Union. Howard Morris Lovett, general C. E. secretary and the following district officers were present: George Schuler, president; Madeline Simons, vice president and Ruby Allen, secretary; to explain the value that this union might be to our county. It will certainly bring the young folks together. So come on folks, we need your support. Let's make this organization grow with your hearty co-operation.
Reverend Gillespie our pastor-counselor of Palacios has cordially united the Endeavorers to hold their regular monthly meeting in Palacios Monday night, April 4. Be there to help the officers, Louise Walter, president; Marion Nestor, vice president; Dorothy Franzen, secretary and Wilmoth McMahon, treasurer; carry on the work with that good C. E. spirit.
The Matagorda County Tribune, March 15, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
At the annual Washington birthday program, a statement was made about the plans of the Texas Gulf Coast company for the development of Collegeport and in less than ten minutes, a man was heard to say "just another lot of hot air that will amount to nothing." I wondered what about this air, be it hot or cold and have looked up the subject a bit.
What is the use of speaking of the worthy ambitions that certain men have planned for this community, to use the term hot air this week for we have had enough of the cold variety. So whether these men are dealing out hot air or cold air, or air devoid of vapor, let us welcome any variety of air and give it to its proper use, which is publicity, intelligence, information, vent. We have nothing to lose, but much to gain by grasping every thread that floats our way and use it as the pigmys did when they bound Gulliver with tiny threads until he was powerless. In this way we can turn hot air or cold air, to our material advantage and do our part in helping to make this town more desirable. Use the hot air, the cold air and the hammer for constructive purposes instead of the opposite. These men are coming here and no doubt they will bring loads of hot air, but it will be the hot air that will build up and not tear down. It will be the hot air that will benefit every man, woman and child in the community and add to the value of our property. It will be the hot air that will induce others to settle with us.
...these last ten days, for the breath of old Boreas asa blown cold air over the sunny South until us poor mortals are shrunk into mere bits. For ten days, the winter blasts have blown over this fair land with a temperature rarely above freezing and at times touching the 26 mark. Friday came snow and ice. Snow two inches deep covered the roofs, galleries, fields. The kids had a fine time snow balling, washing faces, but it sure was one helluva time for dewberries, vegetables, crops, cattle and us humans.
Saturday the weather cleared, the sun came out and as weather prophet Mowery says, came a rising temperature, but so slow as to bring little relish. March 2, the miserable wretch said "spring is here, take down the stove." Down came the stove, but in five days the same MW said "better put up the stove." It went up, but you all know how a man enjoys taking down and putting up a stove.
Thursday the Woman's Club met at Homecroft with Mesdames Chiles and Clapp as hostesses and in spite of the strong north gale, thirty-five people were present. Considerable business was handled and refreshments of cheese sandwiches, layer cake and coffee were served. Mrs. Della Braden, Miss Lucy Braden and Paul Braden drove from Blessing much to our delight. Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. was present to meet with the Girl Reserve Council and gave some very useful information about that work. After school, Miss Bell, leader of the Reserves, marched in with six of the preserves all dressed in their uniforms.
A gladsome sight, Saturday, Mrs. Richard Corporon attended the county federation as the local delegate and reported a splendid meeting.
One night last week, as T. P. White, superintendent of schools, was returning from Bay City, his auto caught fire and was totally destroyed much to his disgust as T. P. simply adored his auto. He is thankful that he has two well shaped legs with which he is able to toddle about until he buys a new car.
Several weeks ago I sent my private smuggler to St. John's New Brunswick with instructions to send me some more John Cotton and English cigs but as have heard nothing from him, feel sure that he either froze to death or is under arrest. Reward will be paid for information leading to his location.
Monday, Vernon King Hurd and Mrs. Hurd with my pardner, Bill Hurd, moved on the Moffitt farm north of Palacios. Their newly purchased cow dropped a heifer calf the next day after the purchase, so good luck has already given them a big boost and we hope Lady Luck will continue to play with these estimable young people. Several have asked me to disclose the identity of the contracting parties for the June wedding, but it is not my business to divulge information regarding this mysterious secret. Watch the columns of the Tribune for complete exposure.
From all reports Mrs. Watson Barker (Ruth Mowery) will soon wear a crown as Oklahoma's Chicken Queen for she is already handling about four hundred chicks and has an ambition for about four thousand. All hail to the queen.
Every day I look for Charlie Langham to drive in all dolled up in his glad clothes. He must remember that I control two votes. If he sees Judge McNabb, hope he asks him if they are still taking oysters from Matagorda Bay.
The Matagorda County Tribune, March 17, 1932
The following were absent from school on account of sickness: Frances Eisel, Rosalie Nelson, Fawn Adams, Wade Blackwell and Beth Eisel.
Beth Eisel, Tootsie Chiles and Arthur Liggett went to Bay City last Friday to play tennis at the junior tournament.
Frances Eisel, Frances King, Winston McKissick and Hutchins King went to Gulf to play the senior tennis tournament.
Bay View high senior girls doubles matched Palacios in which match they lost two to one.
(To be continued next week.)
Brother Wiley held services at the Collegeport community house Sunday morning and evening. He will hold a series of revival meetings this week beginning tonight and lasting until next Monday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Moore of Bay City were visitors in the Wright home.
Miss Beryl Bell visited her parents in Wadsworth over the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Petty and twin boys are visiting with Mrs. Petty's sister, Mrs. F. A. King.
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Adams visited Mrs. Adams' mother in Louise, Texas, Sunday, March 20.
Gertrude Hunt without rouge on.
Beth Eisel with her hair down.
Miss Bell in pajamas.
Buss Hunt not laughing.
Big Buddy not quiet.
Miss Dorothy without Dean Merck.
Winston McKissick without a tennis racquet.
Wade Blackwell bringing up his English lesson.
Ruth Boeker without Henry Legg.
R. K. Thompson without a hat.
T. P. White without a "cig."
Tootsie Chiles wearing hose.
Frances King with her hair combed.
Miss Nestor with short hair.
C. W. not begging.
Coach Balusek with hair on the top of his head.
Miss Vera Williams not playing "Goodnight Sweetheart," before going to bed.
Rosalie Nelson failing to bring up her lessons.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 24, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
For the past week I have been enjoying a saturnalian debauch with a severe attack of flu. I have had the satisfaction of experiencing luxuriant fever, profuse perspiration, super-abundant chills, until at this writing, the Sunday before Easter, I am resting easy and completely satiated, glutted and gorged and no longer wondering what is meant by flu. The beast, like all lobos, waited for me and catching me exposed, grabbed for a throat-hold, which he obtained and soon I was helpless in the struggle which he gave me.
Sore throat, heavy chill, fever, bonebreak, aches, pains in legs and arms, sleepless nights. Impossible to think, much less tap thoughts out on the Corona keyboard, so simply waited for the end and caring little what end.
The Miserable Wretch stood by night and day. A wonderful wretch, a loyal, loving, tender wretch. What a gift! Priceless!
Thursday, She who makes those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, sent me a bowl of delicious chicken noodle broth and believe it or not, inside of fifteen minutes after first application (internal, of course) my fever broke and was normal for the first time. Along came pink angel food from Mrs. Liggett and white angel food from Mrs. Wright and Saturday came Mrs. George Harrison with some oysters and two quarts of big strawberries. Of course, I had to go slow on all these good things but the fact that folks thought of me helped for that is after all the big thing in life.
I am not able to write much stuff or rubbish this day for I find that a few minutes at the machine and I am soon bathed in sweat, just because of weakness.
When I was a boy, I would be the possessor of a pint of Rye whiskey, liberally charged with tolu and the bottle filled with rock candy. What a grand old remedy. And now the only way one may obtain such a remedy is by prescription.
O, well, what care I so long as the noodle broth holds out.
The King's Daughters met Thursday with Mrs. Helen Holsworth and it being the birthday of Carrie Nelson, the daughters came luggin' along many fine gifts for that popular young woman. The table as usual was well filled with toothsome delights.
Guess Judge McNabb will wake up now and chase around a visitin' his friends. He no longer is able to sit idly with security for he has an opponent. I still think that Oscar, Tom and Ruby are safe in this box, but it looks as though Albert Wadsworth will simply break things open down here. Albert is popular, has many friends, the sort who tick, so it is very possible that he will carry this box.
I am getting only a few sparks from the healthy side of my brain and the diseased lobe is just a bit of flooey so this is all for yours truly.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 24, 1932
We are certainly proud to report all of the places that we won in the county meet Friday and Saturday. We are so happy to have had such efficient coaches to train us.
We won the following:
First place mile race, Noel Adams
First place senior baseball throw for accuracy, Frances Eisel
First place junior baseball throw for accuracy, Tootsie Chiles
Second place 880-yard dash, Buss Hunt
Second place extemporaneous speaking, Frances Eisel
First place senior declamation, Frances Eisel
Third place junior girls 30-yard dash, Beth Eisel
Second place junior spelling, Roberta Liggett and George Alice Jones
Fourth place essay writing, Frances Eisel
Second place volley ball, high school girls
Political Rally and Oyster Supper
Friday night, April 1, 1932 at 8:00 o'clock in the Community House our school will sponsor an oyster supper to raise funds to carry on our work. The various candidates will be there to present their platforms. Let's every one come out and meet these people and to eat plenty of oysters, any style.
Arnold Franzen spent Easter with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. Franzen.
Sybil and Blanche Adams spent the week-end with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Adams.
Mr. and Mrs. Jack Martin and sons of Houston spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Merck.
Mr. E. Longuett and Mr. E. I. Chiles motored to Victoria Sunday on business.
Mr. and Mrs. Arlie Brown moved into the Chapin house last week.
Mary Sliva and her sister from Houston visited here over the weekend.
Old Lady: "If you really want work, Farmer Gray wants a right-hand man."
Wanderer: "Jus' my luck, lady, I'm left-handed."
A fortune teller told me the other day that Beth Eisel was to become a toe dancer for the Texas State Theatre in Houston.
Noel Adams was to be a preacher at the Baptist Church in Bay City.
Miss Bell will be the fastest runner in North America.
Frances Eisel will be writing things in the Houston Post about oil fields.
Mr. White will be in a circus as the smallest man on earth.
Frances Chiles will be falling head over heels in love with a red-haired boy.
Miss Williams will be teaching singing in New York.
Big Buddy will be prize fighter of the world.
Guy Real will turn into a blonde.
Rosalie Nelson trying to find a brunette in Bay City to introduce to Tootsie Chiles and Beth Eisel.
Gertrude Hunt waiting for a brunette to quit working.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 31, 1932
By Harry Austin Clapp
"My observation, which very seldom lies."--Shakespeare.
Observing tells me many things, for instance I find that Protestants are crazy about having a sunrise service Easter morn. This is a good thing, for means that at least once each year many of them will see the sunrise. Followers of the Catholic faith are out every Sunday morn for the service of their church.
Reading the report of the meetings of the Taxpayers Association recently printed in the Tribune, and then reading the delinquent tax list leads me to observe that if some of the members of the association would pay their delinquent taxes, the finances of the county would ease up quite a bit. Of course, I know it would be a crime to issue citations on these boys even if the proper officer would.
Mrs. Roy Nelson brings me a paper printed in Kindersley, Saskatchewan, Canada, which gives an account of the death of Mrs. Chas. Judin. The Judins built the house north of the Holsworth home and lived there several years. Mrs. Judin was a very fine woman, who enjoyed the love and respect of those who knew her and all the early settlers will learn with regret of her passing. Carl Judin lives in Hartford, Conn., while Frank lives on the farm near Kindersley. Mrs. Judin was 55 years of age and died in the local hospital following an operation. The funeral services were held in St. Paul's United Church and interment in the Kindersley cemetery.
I observe that March 15 there came to the home of Mr. and Mrs. John T. Williams, a daughter named Margaret Theresa Williams. She weighed 8 1/2 pounds on arrival but has picked up quite a bit on her milk diet and planes to become a permanent resident.
While I was sick last week, Mary Ellen Foster called on me much to my delight. Bright eyes was the only girl friend who thought of me.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, accompanied by Eleanor McFarland, were here on Monday, the former making plans for another extension study service for the coming summer. The members of the last class are urging that Mrs. Martyn continue the instruction.
The presence of Bright Eyes insures pleasant service. Better try the service even if you don't need sugar.
Tuesday Rev. Paul Engle brought the Holy Eucharist to us Homecrofters for the second time during Lent. Every communicant in the county is given this opportunity during the Lenten season. The last week of Lent he conducts twenty-four services of the church.
Tuesday I was able to be up and around the house and every thing began to look Jake, when Wednesday morning, Friend wife came down with the flu, so I had to become nurse, cook, milkman and general factotum. At this writing, she, meaning the Miserable Wretch, is better much to my gratification.
The wheels sure go around the wrong way when she is in the back shop. We have enjoyed ten days with the flu and are now quite satisfied, surfeited, cloyed and Old Man Flu has sure lost his flavor with this household. While I was so ill with the flu, many thoughts came to me and one thought seeped into my brain and this is what came out:
"I know not when my ship will leave her dock,
And stand out to sea.
I know not if it will strike on sand bar or rock,
I only hope this will come to me.
A rift in the black midnight clouds,
A star flashing in my eye,
So that when she spreads her sailing shrouds,
I'll have a light to steer her by."
--Fragments From Hack.
A man thinks funny thoughts when he feels the end might be near.
Sunday came our fine old time tried Friends, Judge and Mrs. Holman, with their fine son, Berkley, whom we had not seen for years. They were accompanied by Miss Landrum, one of Bay City's teachers. This all gave us a happy day and what more do we desire?
One day came Charles Langham looking like the fine southern gentleman he is. Charles is very fond of flowers and this trip he brought with him a fragrant, flowering Rose. The rose was the deciding factor and so we, meaning I and the Miserable Wretch, will no doubt cast our two votes for the man who has so faithfully guarded the county treasury for several years. No use teaching some new dog old tricks.
Saturday, our old friend, Albert Wadsworth, drove in and announced that he was filled with an inspiration, wish, desire, or in plain words with ambition to become the county judge. A worthy ambition and we have no doubt that Albert would fill the position with dignity. A fine, clean, wholesome young man is Albert Wadsworth. I heard some women talking about him and one said, "I intend to vote for Mr. Wadsworth because he is so handsome." One time when looks appear to count. This puts him in the same class with Tom Ewing.
I am informed that about seven hundred folk tramped
in autos to Palacios Friday to attend the county meet. Collegeport was
there a plenty as witness the following:
Frances Eisel second in extemporaneous speaking.
Frances Eisel first in baseball accuracy throwing.
Frances Eisel fourth in essay.
Collegeport team second in volleyball.
Elizabeth Chiles first in junior accuracy ball throwing.
Noel Adams first in mile run.
Raymond Hunt second in eighty-yard  dash.
Of course all this fits us with pride and much of the credit can be given to the fact that in Van Wormer Field, we have athletic equipment that has made practical training possible. Our school for the first time has a first class coach. Watch Bay View High next year.
Some weeks ago, Bill Hurd and I organized a club the purpose of which was to fight against a determined scheme of certain people to compel us to take unnecessary baths. Saturday night we had a conference and decided that the weather was not propitious, favorable, friendly, for our regular Easter bath and so we will postpone the event until the water in the bay warms up. In this connection I observe that we have a candidate for membership in the person of Harry Lewis Eisel, Junior. He informs me that he is not in sympathy with his mother's idea of frequent bathing. Guess we will vote him in. We have chosen for our coat of arms a cake of soap rampant, with a bath tub guardant and a bath towel recumbent. Once in a while a bath is a good thing but this daily baptism is just too much for our club. Yeah!
I have a fine bed of mint and two or three times in a while some one asks for some mint. Now mint is just fine in a julip. It is a legitimate drink and so I wonder why Burton Hurd asks for mint just because he has a leg o' lam' for Easter dinner. Maybe any excuse is better than none, but I sure would enjoy sitting on the Hurd gallery and while listening to the sobbing surf, quietly absorb a mint julip.
Came one day Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, and Mrs. George Harrison with oysters et cetera, which were quickly prepared and consumed with much delight. These two health emissaries sure know how to bring proper treatment to the sick.
Every holiday or anniversary Mary Louise sends us a box filled with things to eat, or wear, or read, and Easter even came the box filled with her heart's love. Among the things we found a beautiful, little box all fixed up with tissue and lace and pink cotton and nestling therein, eight rabbit eggs of different colors. Supposing of course they were Ester candy, I popped one in my mouth. Soon I began frothing and showing every evidence of having acquired another attack of the flu. Then I discovered that the Easter eggs were little balls of soap. Next time I shall taste or smell first. Our girl is a wonderful comfort to us for she never forgets us and by the same token, we never forget her. We have had a happy Easter and we look at each other and say, "Isn't life wonderful?"
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, March 31, 1932
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