Collegeport Articles

 

September 1932
 


THOUGHTS AT CLOSE OF DAY

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

I often observe how many observe and admire the beauties of our Texas sunsets. Few of our guests, from other parts, fail to see the beautiful color displays and are enthusiastic. Night after night a new coloring appears. Sometimes, quite modest in the use of the primary colors and at other times nature seems to draw from all the shades that she may display God's paintings on the sky.

 

The sun was beginning to set and dusk was lowering like a velvet curtain. The waters of the bay were spangled with flashes of ruby and amethyst lights, from the glittering stars. All about was the sigh of a tired day, the beckoning of restful night. Here and there, a flash leaped into the sky, like a torch flaming to the fading sky, lighting the gathering shadows in the wake of the sinking sun. The sickle of yellow moon was partly hidden by floating clouds and the blue sky was like a bowl of sparkling jewels. Palacios was silhouetted against the smear of red and gold that stained the sky. The moon appeared like an ivory sickle. The sickle moon, swinging over the star lit bay, the air filled with perfume and tropical, the evening lights--the stars--the fading sun--the perfume from the breasts of mother earth, the glory of the dying day.

 

The bay became striped, with banners of cobalt or turquoise. Beneath the blue robed and star diamond sky, colors twinkled, gleamed, flickered. The sea was pale, with the paleness of gray silk. Starlight clung like an incandescent mist. Pools of shifting purple shadows billowed away, until misted and veiled by distance. Sunset colors rioted over water and land. Like a play of soundless flames, the colors of the rainbow gave way to all the shades of the color scale. In this pyrotechnic display, shafts of ruby, gold and pearl leaped into the sky, as if loath to go with the dying sun. Fingers of turquoise and cobalt reached to the stars imploring for aid. Fading light colors tamed, glowed a last spark, died. The sun gone. Night came. Note even a glow could be seen on the clouds that fled before the chasing moon. All was quiet on Pilkington Slough. Rest came.

 

Small Town Copy.

 

J. T. Yesterday put on a "sing-song" the other night and Miss Ethel Nelson was easily the star of the evening. The young lady has a sweet voice and an audience to her means only some one to sing to.

 

Vernier Briscoe, our genial grocer got in six cans of beans last week to replenish the stock. His associate, Maria Eleanor Fristonet, told ye scribe that next week they would have a treat for our folk, with the arrival to two dozen bananas.

 

Heigho Kutzzinger, local cold drink dispenser, has invented a new drink which he calls "Slippery Sal" because the principle ingredient is slippery clum. His wife says it is bound to slip easy especially with some of the heavy drinkers.

 

Cal Brice, always looking to the interest of his patrons, brought in by truck another sack of sugar.

 

Mr. Stillwater was down here last week trying to sell a well known auto (name omitted because we charge for advertising) but it is no longer known as Lizzie.

 

Mr. S. W. Corset has developed a hen which lays square eggs. This is going to be great for lovers of soft boiled eggs for they will no longer roll about the table.

 

Aunt Hannah Pry fell down the other day trying to go into the church on the new gallery and broke her nose. This will keep her nose out of other folks business for some time.

 

Emerit Giles is running a harvester for Mel Spon. Emerit says the rice is holding up good and hopes the gallon jug will last until the crop is all in.

 

Mr. P. W. Nedarb was a business visitor on our streets Saturday. If he was not already married, the business might be something else.

 

R. B. Murine, our postmaster, says he will resign the place, as so many postal cards come in that he cannot read all of them. He claims it is part of his duty to read all postal cards to be sure that nothing vicious is writ on them. He does not like three cent postage, because it takes too much time to make change.

 

Uncle Zeke Slivers undertook to kick a mule the other day and dislocated his starboard hip. He is in the hospital for some weeks. We bet he will let the mule to the kicking next time.

 

Miss Cyanthia Beller is suffering from a rush of blood to the head. She was hanging out clothes and tried to do some fancy high kicking, with result that she tangled her foot in the clothes line and hung head down till rescued. Better not be so frisky Cyanthia next time.

 

Mrs. Grus Cinerea, our enterprising grocer, got in two pounds of bacon last week, but says it won't last more than a week or ten days the way folks are going after bacon.

 

Miss Weeze Retlaw has returned from her vacation and will soon reopen her academy where she teaches art and science to our youth. Hello! Weezie.

 

Mrs. Murine, wife of our distinguished P. M., has a cow named Blossom. Monday Blossom dropped a Cherry. We predict that when Cherry grows up, she will produce pink milk flavored with delicious cherry.

 

It is thought that Miss Eliza Lesei was suffering from a boil on her chin, but Doc Wagoner diagnosed it as a bite from a crab. Eliza better watch out or some day a big crab will eat her up.

 

Miss Francesca Lesei is down with a spell of soldier fever. The gals all fall for a uniform, especially if worn by an M. P. Ye scribe is glad the soldiers have went away for now Francesca will no doubt make rapid recovery and have time to think of E. Ha! Ha! Francesca.

 

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A reader from way up north writes "I still take the Bay City Tribune and enjoy your column. You must be in pretty good condition because your thoughts still cling to legs and that is a sure sign that you are alive and husky." That fellow is far from the correct idea. I seldom look at legs these days. O, of course, If something classical comes my way, my eyes do wander and linger but it takes fine lines and beautiful curves these days to catch my eye. Saw a pair of beauties yesterday and thanked the Lord for good eye sight.

 

Tuesday night, she whom in my jocular moods I call the miserable wretch, asked "what will we have for supper?" I replied "I don't know what you will have but as for me it will be an omelette." "An omelette," said she "when did you ever graduate as an omelette expert?" I gave her a look of pity, mingled with some disdain and told her to watch her lord and master. In a frying pan I put a big lump of butter and heated it. Three eggs, with two tablespoons of milk salted and peppered were well beaten into a light creamy froth. When the butter was sizzling hot, in went the beaten eggs and voila! Soon I placed on a hot platter an omelette as light as an angel's kiss and the friend wife was forced to acknowledge that her man was indeed a treasure. Any of you boys can surprise friend wife by using this recipe.

 

In Tuesday's Tribune is an account of the County road work and the writer says "our work on the county road program is now completed." This is not true. Our road will not be completed until a viaduct is built across the bay connecting Palacios with Collegeport and enabling we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, to walk to service at St. John's Chapel and further the Bay Shore Drive is to go on east to Gulf and to Freeport. When this is done will be time to shout completion.

 

I estimate that in the last twenty years, 72,000 trips have been made between Collegeport and Palacios, or about 1,000,000 miles of travel. This cost at least $54,000. Had the viaduct been built twenty years ago, the mileage would have been reduced to 14,400 and cost to our people only 7,200. The difference would have liquidated the cost of the viaduct and kept it in repair. Of course, we did not feel this cost, for we live our daily life under an anesthetic. Some day we will arouse from our slumbers and the viaduct will be built.

 

Mrs. Emmitt Chiles and family have returned from a visit with kin folk at Wharton. They were accompanied by Mrs. Chiles' mother and sister who will spend a few days inhaling the gulf breeze in order that their lungs may be freed from the dust and grime of city life.

 

Friday night, Jay tee gave his last "sing-song" with about one hundred present. Solos, duets, quartettes, mass singing of old songs filled the evening with pleasure. Homer Goff was present, likewise Reverend Wylie, both with fine voices. Jay-Tee rendered two numbers. This boy not only can sing like an angel, but he can simply romp on the ivories. In his playing as well as his singing, he has pronounced genius.

 

Roberta Liggett rendered one number in a pleasing manner. Her voice is low, but clear and true. As she sang, I thought of the pureness of an Easter Lilly. After the sing, a reception was held in honor of Jay Tee with cakes and ice tea served by the ladies. I can testify to the quality of the tea, for I slipped by the guard and quaffed four big glasses. Tee Jay leaves Monday a.m. much to our regret. He goes to seminary in Chicago to learn theology. I trust that in filling up on this stuff, he will not lose his present charm and his ability to interest and hold people together. Theology is all right, but too much is just sufficient. It may ruin a some time good pastor.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 1, 1932

 


THOUGHTS TEN YEARS OLD

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article about cows.]

 

Thursday a big car dodged into our yard and much to our surprise and delight, it brought to us our cousin, Nellie Clapp now Mrs. Norman Morrison, of Corsicana and her daughter, Mary Louise. As we had not seen Nellie for several years, our delight was saturated with globs of transport, ecstasy and beatitude.

 

Along with our visitors came a two days heavy rain which forced us all to stay in doors, but this gave the miserable wretch and Nellie opportunity for a regular gabfest. Thank the Lord that I am a good listener, for I had little chance to display my ability as a linguist.

 

"I'll dispute with him; He's a rare linguist."--Webster

 

Louise is a common name in our family for we not only have two Louise Holmans, but Mary Louise Clapp, Mary Louise Morrison and friend wife is Louise Clapp. Well, anyway, you boys who like to talk may appreciate my position with three chatterboxes in the house and no place to go, not even out doors where the rain pours. Sunday they left on the home trek, via Palacios, Houston and Galveston. To sum it all up, we had a very happy three days and only wish Daddy Morrison could have been here with us.

 

Next Monday, school will open and teachers are beginning to assemble. Kiddies are washing their feet, cleaning their hands and many of them are peeling off the hide on back, arms tummie and legs. This will make a wonderful transformation from mahogany to white. Then to the daily grind with books and attempting to comply with teachers' unreasonable demands.

 

It is with sorrow I announce the death of my latest pet rooster, Everett. Everett went the way of many other males who eat the fruit of the forbidden tree. The kitchen door being open one day, Everett came in and picked up a poison rat bait and scurried out into the cotton patch. He never came back. His soul is roaming around in rooster heaven with the soul of my old friend Peter. Galesburg, Illinois papers will please copy. The next rooster I attempt to make a pet of, will be named Margery.

 

The Daily Tribune, Wednesday, September 7, 1932

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MATOFED

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

The Matagorda County Federation of Women's Clubs met here in their regular quarterly session with about sixty earnest women present. The honor guests were Mrs. J. W. Fincher, president of the State Federation and Mrs. A. K. Newby, State Parliamentarian, both from Houston. Following is the program:

 

Morning Session.

Board meeting

America the Beautiful

Invocation, Harry Austin Clapp

Business discussion

Announcements

Noon, lunch

 

Afternoon Session.

Piano duet, Mesdames Clapp and Corporon

Reading, Miss Ruth Boeker

Business session

Girl Reserves, Miss Beryl Bell, leader

Address, Parliamentary Law

Question Box, Mrs. A. K. Newby

In Memoriam for Mrs. S. W. Corse by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd

Resolutions

Adjournment

 

The luncheon consisted of

Potatoe Salad (Q. S.)

Fried Chicken (Not Q. S.)

Sliced Tomatoes and Green Peppers (Q. S.)

Hot Parker House Rolls and butter (Q. S.)

Angel Food (Q. S.)

Ice Cream (not Q. S.)

Ice Tea (Q. S.)

 

The notations at end of each item simply express my opinion, for example, I drew a small chicken leg which was far from being "Quantum Sufficit" [a sufficient quantity] for me.

 

Ice cream was also not Q. S. for it was the finest home made ice cream I have ever eaten. It was made by Mrs. Boeker and was simply delicioso. Angel food was made by Mrs. Rena Wright and the large piece at my place was in quality and quantity Q. S. Must have been made from Swan's Down else it could not have been so light. The table service under the direction of Mrs. Liggett was above excellence and back in the kitchen was that old dependable, Carrie Nelson in charge of that department, so words are not necessary.

 

The luncheon was delicate and delicious, but I would have traded the entire menu for one smell of a tank of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles filled with glorious chicken bits and smothered in rich golden gravy. In the absence of Mrs. Goodall, the President, Mrs. Salsbury of Palacios presided. Most of the reports were given with the reporters back to the audience making it appear that a private conversation was being held with the presiding officer. Some, when called upon simply said "we have nothing since the last meeting but are getting ready for fall work." Very interesting, if true.

 

The reports by Mrs. A. B. Pierce, the one from the Wadsworth delegate, and that from Mrs. Patricia Martyn were delivered so as to be audible to every one present. That of the latter was a very interesting and comprehensive statement of the work of the health nurse for the past three months and all appeared to agree that this work was of great value to the county. The reading by Ruth Boeker was fine and developed that Ruth has a talent that might be enunciated with profit.

 

Mrs. A. W. Newby delivered a brilliant address on Parliamentary Law, showing plainly that she was mistress of the subject. She exhibited ignorance of business practice when she answered the question as to whom monies received by a club should be paid. It is not a question of honesty, but a question of plain common sense business. No person, especially in a small town, should ever insist on receiving and paying out money without proper safe guards. Business practice demands that all monies should be received by the secretary, who issues a receipt to the payer, enters details in the proper book. The money is then paid to the treasurer who gives a receipt for the same. This officer pays it out only on vouchers signed by the president and secretary, who receive their authority by vote of the membership or under the rules of the club. Such procedure avoids criticism, unkind and cruel remarks, and much embarrassment. This is illustrated in the way we pay taxes. We pay to the collector, who gives a receipt. He pays the money to the county treasurer and receives a receipt and he in turns deposits it in the bank and has his receipt. He pays it out on vouchers issued by the County Court. Think of the criticism that would come to our county collector if he was allowed to receive taxes and pay out the money when and as he pleased. Mrs. Newby is a splendid speaker, has a commanding presence and is a talented woman and I am glad I had the privilege of hearing her.

 

Mrs. Fincher told about the construction of the State Federation building at Austin and requested that each local do as much as possible in order that all payments on construction may be made as due. It was an interesting explanation of the object and purpose of this building.

 

Mesdames Fincher and Newby were inspirations to those present and all hope they may be present at the next regular session. The county was honored with their presence.

 

The talk given by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd in memory of Mrs. S. W. Corse, was a tender, delicate, sympathetic, tribute to a woman who has been closely identified with civic work in this community for many years. Her words touched the hearts of the audience and brought tears to many eyes as they remembered the presence of the loved woman, who has passed beyond our ken. I missed the presence of Cora B. Moore, Ruby Hawkins and Emma Lee Lewis Carlton. One of them sent her love, but doggone it, I wanted to see them gals. Had a fine time with Mrs. Stinnett and Mrs. A. D. Hensley and I am going to vote for her, if, when, and as, she has ambition for a county office. Saw Mrs. Arthur Culver and I'll say that Arthur had his good eyes at work when he picked that gal. Mrs. Duffy gave me a good scolding for using the term "miserable wretch," but I still contend that any woman who lives with as crusty a fellow as I, for thirty-seven years must become miserable. Met Mrs. Keller, the Tribune's Midfield scribbler and had an enjoyable visit. Carey knows how to pick his lady correspondents. Had the pleasure of meeting Leola Sides, the Canning Expert, and we became real chummy and I hope Leola fell hard enough before my charms that she will have no desire to can me. As I was the only specimen of the male of the human family present, I of course received considerable attention. Being by nature rather diffident and easily embarrassed, I of course, suffered from the feminine attentions, but thank God I was at last rescued and felt safe with my miserable wretch.

 

One of the local burghers, feeling in a jocular mood, addressed me the other day as follows "well I am asking you to tell me the truth. Do you expect to have the pleasure in your life time of walking to Church at St. John's?" I informed him that I did and that until the big day of the opening of that necessary link in our transportation system was completed so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel, I intended to keep pecking away at the rock for I knew that some day it would burst and that men of Collegeport and Palacios and others along the line of the Bay Shore drive would realize its necessity. When this time comes, a movement will start that will be irresistible and the viaduct will be built. I don't mind telling my readers that this week a tiny crack appeared in the aforesaid rock and that means some day it will bust wide open. Men who have been silent during the many months I have in my blithesome way written about this viaduct are now interested and this day I have a letter from a road enthusiast that brings joy and rapture to my soul. You bet I'll go and talk things over.

 

It appears to be impossible to keep things in this burg unless deposited in a safe deposit box. For example, some one went into the warehouse of the Fig Orchard Company and took three new oak barrels. Maybe they will be used by the taker for the purpose of ageing the product of the local still.

 

One day my grandfather took me down to the woods near my home place and showed me where the fairies danced. Sure enough there I saw a great circle around a tree. It was plainly visible and I knew that there the fairies danced. I did not see the fairies, but grandfather told me they came out at night. Grandfather never told an untruth and so I have always believed in fairies and that they came out at night, so I was not at all surprised Thursday night when I heard a whistle. I knew it was the whistle of a fairy, but what was my surprise and delight when I looked out in the gathering gloom of evening and saw not one fairy, but three beautiful fairies. They came into the yard and danced their circle and at last I got them into the house and such a delightful evening as we spent. Sparkling conversation, witty remarks, the sight of animated faces. At last the fairies had to leave for when the hour approaches for the geezebut to roam abroad, all fairies seek their home nest. Come again you dear sweet fairies.

 

The Woman's Club met yesterday in their library building for the purpose of expediting some unfinished business connected with the federation meeting. This was the first meeting of the new year.

 

A man went into the Boeker Grocery the other day with a twelve quart bucket of eggs. Because eggs have advanced and groceries have not, the took away the bucket filled to overflow with groceries. This should be a fine remedy for the belly ache.

 

In Bowen's column in the Illinois State Journal, I find this "Hard roads" exclaimed a bewhiskered old agrarian philosopher, "Hard roads! Look at what they have done. They have done nothing we expected of them. They killed the small town. They have impoverished millions to buy and support autoes and have a race of nomads, always on the move, neglecting business and work for the enjoyment of travel. Land is cheaper than it was fifty years ago and farm products are almost worthless. To offset this, we have only the automobile industry." Think over the old fellow's grouch.

 

I read in the papers that it is no longer "comme il fant" to blow the nose with the fingers, especially when crossing the street or in stores where food is for sale. Doggone it, some one is always trying to take away our ancient customs.

 

It is wonderful the number of men we have who feel they could run our government better than does President Hoover. There are several in Bay City, a few in Palacios and we have at least two right here in Collegeport. Many of them are not even successful in their own business, but none would hesitate to undertake the most difficult job on earth. They don't know that no one has as yet successfully made a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 15, 1932

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT ABANDON

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

Abandon? What crimes are committed in thy name? What suffering follows for the abandoned? What remorse is the payment for abandonment! No person may successfully interpret what abandon means, without having some idea of all that follows in its wake. Abandon means many vicious things, evil effects. It simply means this to give up; to forsake; to renounce; to desert; to quit; to surrender; complete desertion. Is there any thing good or comforting in these words? Is there one thing a soul might grasp? Is there offered one single straw to save the drowning? Yet this is what the Missouri Pacific plans to do, to more than one thousand folk who, relying on the word of a corporation, have built homes, have tilled the land, have produced crops, have caused nature to bloom without which the section would be a wilderness. And yet, while the Mopac has an ambition to quit, to desert, to surrender, we may sing the song of I. Taylor "Hope was overthrown, yet could not be abandoned."

 

Last Thursday, the Associated Press Dispatch, informed us that the Missouri Pacific has asked permission of the Interstate Commerce Commission to abandon the 16.9 miles of track that connects Collegeport with the main line to Buckeye. They give as a reason that the country traversed will never develop and support the railroad and that the intracoastal canal which will soon be in operation, will complete the ruin. This last is the whimper of a coward.

 

Water can carry freight only to the land. There it can go no farther. From that point it must be transported by some other method. A railroad in a territory adjacent to the Intracoastal canal, if provided with proper transfer facilities may receive freight at the water's end and become the distributor for inland points. Thus they become the coordinates. The Missouri Pacific has this opportunity in the Buckeye-Collegeport territory, but it prefers to cry "wolf!" It is a good cry, but not dependable. The other plea, that the country will never develop freight sufficient to support the line, is a negative protest. Mr. B. F. Yoakum is the only high executive to visit Collegeport. He saw the vision and was ready and willing to aid in the development of what he recognized as everflowing with transportation opportunities. No other railway executive has enjoyed good eye sight.

 

The citizens of the community have been friendly to the railroad. Twice attempts have been made to take from the road the transportation of the mails and twice have the people taken up the fight and won out. The time is here when we must fight the railroad and make a proper protest against their plans for abandonment. This is not because we love the Missouri Pacific less, but because we love the "Magic Bottle" more. I urge our folk to be patient, stand by, ready to aid, for a strong protest is to be made, when the I. C. C. give the date for a hearing. Talk little. Gossip less. Think and turn in the results of thought. It is time to cooperate and coordinate. Now is the time we should ingurgitate a few new ideas.

 

The other day I accompanied S. W. Corse and Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. to Palacios. Seth was suffering from softening of the heart and I from hardening of the same organ. We went to Doctor Wagner and he looked us over and told Seth that he should eat hard boiled eggs, while I was instructed to eat soft boiled eggs. Isn't it wonderful the advances made by the medical profession? Both of us were delighted, for we like eggs and do not enjoy pills.

 

While we were in Palacios, we called at the George Harrison home and were entertained with a splendid luncheon by Mrs. Harrison. Seth Corse forgot instructions given by Doctor Wagner and consumed large quantities of the delectable offerings. Suppose he will have to double his dose of hard boiled eggs.

 

On the way over, about four miles from Collegeport, at a point favorable for accidents, perched upon the banks of a canal, we saw a sign which read "Blank & co. (name deleted because we charge for advertising) Funeral Directors and Embalmers." Pretty cute, I'll say.

 

Monday, I was summoned to Bay City on very important business and I came home filled with delight, enjoyment, gratification. It is a secret for the present, but soon I'll tell the world all about it. Saw Judge Mansfield and had an enjoyable [visit] with our member of congress who has done so much for his district. He promised to visit us soon as possible and eat some of that special ham, which I prepare, when royalty sits at my board. The ladies of our party, five in number, spent their time visiting with Mrs. W. S. Holman which of course insured them a pleasant afternoon. Gave the names of our party to Carey Smith, thinking of course that he next issue of the Trib would inform the world that we were business visitors on Monday. The Trib was so full of other slush that the names of our party did not appear. Made the ladies very much peeved.

 

At Palacios found the business men all worked up over the viaduct proposition, which pleased me very much. When I and the miserable wretch walk over that structure to service at St. John's Chapel, it will be almost like climbing the golden stairs to heaven. It will be music, when we hear the bang, bang, of the pile driver as it drives the first pile way down into the bay. Of course, it is coming and right soon.

 

Attended the Field Day meet organized and ramrodded by our ubiquitous County Demonstration Agent, who answers to the name of Monty. About 200 men were present and a splendid array of talent had been provided by the A. & M. College. R. H. Stansil in charge of the Experiment Station at Angleton delivered an interesting talk on pastures which he divided into three sections: permanent, temporary and emergency. Each one offered a large field for discussion. He informed the audience that grasses were bermuda, carpet and dallas. The best clovers were the lespedazas and roby. He advised that for winter use the California burr and white dutch were most favored.

 

J. H. Sandlin, Brazoria County Agent, demonstrated the bloodless method of Burdeza using four young calves for that purpose.

 

J. H. Jones, who is working in cooperation with the Experiment and Extension divisions, delivered a talk on dry lot feeding. He stated that dry lot feeding put a finer finish on the stock and sent them to market at a price that paid a handsome profit on the feed used. James Sartwell, of Houston, spoke on the marketing problems and the necessity for having proper facilities in stock yard equipment at Houston. In the afternoon, Doctor Hubert Schmidt, a recognized authority on an internal parasitic disease, demonstrated with a post mortem on a brahma bull. This, of course, was well received by stockmen who have many times been troubled with such diseases. Those present evinced their interest by the many intelligent questions asked. Plain answers were given and in each case the reasons. I had the great pleasure of meeting many of my old time friends whom I worked with, while a member of the specialist staff of the A. & M. College. Among them were H. H. Williamson, now Assistant Director, George Johnson, District Agent, H. B. Ross, Agent for Ft. Bend County, Graham of Wharton County. Wharton, Brazoria, Ft. Bend, Jackson and Harris Counties were represented by not only the local agents, but by several stockmen. A generous supply of barbecued meat, bread, pickles, onions and coffee was served and I'll testify that the fellow who barbecued the meat understood his business, for it was well cooked and provided tender, delicious morsels, for the hungry folk. Mr. Montague could not help but be gratified with the turn out for about two hundred were present. At one time, I counted 135. In my opinion, this field day in value to the stockmen exceeds the entire cost of demonstration work in the county for a year. The value is intangible, but it is there just the same. Monty has rendered his county a real service in making the arrangements for the meet and assembling such unusual talent. I, for one, give him hearty congratulations on his success and hope another similar meeting will be arranged for next summer. This is true extension work taking results from the College to the people.

 

This week I have had the pleasure of examining the work of a student of Bay View High School. It had just been returned from Austin where it was sent, not for the purpose of securing grade for the student, but to earn a grade for the school. It consisted of 127 pages, ring bound, and was a Treatise on Science by Frances Eisel. Sixty-three problems were worked out and elucidated and each one was illustrated with a free hand drawing on the opposite page. The entire work was written by hand in clear easily read writing. The drawings were so near perfect as to almost suggest the use of rulers and dividers and exquisitely clean. Many of the pages were marked 100 percent, some 90 per cent, but none lower. Some pages the examiner had made notation "good," "very good," and "excellent." From first page to the last, the entire work was beautifully executed and showed that many hours of study and work had been devoted to it. I congratulate Frances on the excellent presentation of the problems and the graceful style used. After going through the work I have a high opinion of the work done by our faculty and students over there in the Science Building.

 

One of my women readers recently wrote to me and addressed me as "sweet sugar." Suffering flounders! When I read that honeyed salutation I was thrilled, aroused and all excited. Endearing terms seem to be infectious for I recall that one night, under the moonlight's influence I called this friend "dearest" but that was when we were coming from the gin.

 

"The moon looks

On many brooks,

The brook can see no moon but this,"

--Moore.

 

 The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 22, 1932

 


THOUGHTS WHEN THE TIDE COMES IN

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

"There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries,

On such a full sea are we now afloat;

And we must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures."

--Shakespeare

 

The tide! What a mysterious thing it is. All over the world it flows out and flows back. Under its powerful influence, ships loaded to the Plimsol mark, rise above deck floors and as it ebbs, they sink below only to rise again. Sea grass floats in its bosom like the hairs of a drowned woman. It brings gently in, dead men, and softly lays them on the shore sands as it ebbs, leaving to the waves the duty of covering the unknown's grave. It brings from distant lands strange flotsam of the sea and oft times claiming them as its own, takes them back again. Dead ships are carried hither and thither across miles of unknown seas, as if steered by ghostly hands. At its flood, the marshes, bayous and sloughs, along the coast, become filled with living waters and when it ebbs, they become dank and sobbing and the smell of death is in the air. When the tide turns, all is peace and quiet save the soft rippling of tiny wavelets. Then come a gurgle and you know that some where a great mysterious force is at work and then a mill tide grabs in its embrace every floating object and carries it out to sea. A rushing flood, with a white crest, like the manes of flying wild horses. The waters are alive with pulsating life. The heart beat of nature. Always, since time began, it has been like that. A ceaseless come and go with an interim of silence. I remember my first view of this great phenomenon. I stood on a wharf on the banks of the Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., and saw a tug boat with a long tow of barges. As it approached the dock it dropped one tow and much to my surprise it glided up stream to the dock. I wondered why and a bystander told me the tide was coming in, so the water flowed north instead of south as the river naturally flows. Young as I was, the thought came to me that just as the tide rose and fell on the waters of the sea and adjacent rivers, so the tide would ebb and flow in the hearts of men and in communities.

 

We who live in Collegeport, have ample evidence to this, for we have witnessed the flood of the tide, its silence when the turn comes, and then the ebb until we smelled death of our community hopes. With the ebb came discouragement, disillusion and many lost faith, failing to remember that always the tide comes back. They forgot that the tide in human hearts and in communities comes and goes in ceaseless routine. We sit down and brood and ponder and wonder, and soon we hear again the murmur of returning waters and the tide is on the flood. Hope, faith, courage, stimulation, rises with the advancing tide and the world takes on a new and brighter hue. All is aglow with color, with reds and starlets predominating. And so, as I write these words, I feel in my innermost bones that for Collegeport the tide is coming in. It is even now on the turn. The night has been long and dark. It is time to throw aside the clothes of distrusted hopes and meet the flood with reaching arms. Gather in all the tide brings to us. Reach out into the rushing waters and seek the harvest for night has passed. Day is here. The tide has turned!

 

"You are brooding now,

Seeing only darkness

Where there once was brightness?

Feeling only silence

Where there once was song?

And you say "it's over?"

Don't!

Life is never over!

Tides are always turning!

Soon there'll come the morning.

Hope!

--Elise Robinson.

 

Have just finished reading Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis. A gripping tale of a doctor who failed and had no one to blame but himself. Free from the monotony of common every day affairs. I do not like some of his philosophy, but this tale absorbed me and it is well worth reading although somewhat difficult because very technical and scientific. Good stuff.

 

Although I am a Republican, it does not prevent me from being an ardent admirer of Alfred E. Smith. I regard him as a splendid example of an American and I read his articles avidly. The article Veterans and Taxpayers which appeared in Sept. 17th, issue of the Saturday Evening Post, is well worth reading by every person who is interested in the economic situation that confronts our government. It is real stuff, for the mental digestion of Republicans as well as Democrats.

 

I am informed that our Bay View school has now five credits. History two credits, English classes two credits, first year science one credit. There are also several credits due the school trustees and the faculty and the students for bringing this about.

 

I fear that music lessons will soon be far beyond the means of most of our young people, for I found yesterday that one lesson was given and payment made with a pup. Now one lesson and one pup is not at all deleterious to either party, but two lessons and two pups ad fin is just too much for the receiver of the pups. The teacher will get very much puppy.

 

Just a few of the suggestive titles of fillum play. Those who witness the show will be disappointed of course. Only fools think otherwise. Here is the offering: Age of Consent, His Woman, Love Me Tonight, Unholy Loves, Dancers in the Dark, Divorce in the Family, Night Club Lady. Sure is tempting to those who think in sex terms.

 

Well, it looks as though we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, would have a chance to walk across the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel, for I read in the papers that after a strong committee consisting of representatives of the county courts of Matagorda, Brazoria, Harris and Galveston and prominent business men from the towns along the proposed extension of the Hug the Coast, put up their plea to the state highway commission, action was taken and a preliminary survey and estimate of cost was ordered. This is of course the first step. Senator Holbrook was spokesman for the committee while General Dallas Matthews spoke for the army. Looks good to I and the miserable wretch and we thank Judge McNabb and the county court and our Engineer Gustafson on their brilliant work.

 

This will be a great improvement, but not all that we have, for Thursday night a son [Thomas Edwin Holsworth] and heir came to the Mason Standish Holsworth family which insures that the family will exist for another generation. I am glad he came for little sister Margaret Ann was very lonesome for a playmate. Congratulations to the father and mother, to the grandmother and the auntie, Margaret.

 


Sleep my babe; thy food and raiment,

House and home, thy friends provide;

All without care or payment,

All thy wants are well supplied.

 

How much better thou'rt attended

Than the Son of God could be,

When from heaven he descended,

And became a child like thee.

 

Soft and easy is thy cradle;

Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay;

When his birthplace was a stable,

And his softest bed was hay.

 

Mayst thou live to know and fear him,

Trust and love him all thy days;

Then go dwell forever near him.

See his face and sing his praises!

 

I could give ten thousand kisses,

Hoping what I most desire;

Not a mother's fondest wishes

Can to greater joys aspire."

--Isaac Watts.

 

The library owned by the Woman's Club is open for the coming year and books are being taken out every Friday afternoon. The library houses about fifteen hundred books and one may read the Bible, a History of Masonry, or the newest fiction. The Bible and the Masonic history are not much used, although both contain historical romances written in brilliant English.

 

Mrs. Patricia Martyn, County Health Nurse, visited Collegeport Saturday and informed me that during this week a Sanitary Engineer from the State Health Board would spend a week in the county making examinations of household water supplies and give demonstrations at Wadsworth, Pledger, Midfield, Blessing and Palacios in the building of sanitary pit toilets. On Friday of this week she will hold the graduation exercises for the forty five women who have taken the health course during the past summer. An elaborate program has been arranged with some excellent out of town talent. Diplomas will be presented by Judge McNabb.

 

I am unable to close the chronicles of the week without mentioning the birthday party given Monday in honor of Mrs. V. S. Haisley, who on that day reached the seventy nine mile mark. About forty ladies were present to testify to their friendship for Mrs. Haisley. She came here in 1909 and has been closely identified with church and civic work since that time.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 29, 1932

 


4-H Demonstration Club Is Organized In Collegeport

 

A number of the Collegeport ladies met at the Community House, Sept. 21 to organize a 4-H Demonstration club.

 

The following officers were elected: President, Mrs. Carl Boeker; Vice President, Mrs. B. V. Merck; Secretary-Treasurer, Mrs. Frank King; Council Delegate, Mrs. Roy Nelson; Parliamentarian, Mrs.  Lena Wright; Reporter, Mrs. G. A. Hunt; Pantry Demonstrator, Mrs. John Ackerman; Garden Demonstrators, Mrs. Ben Mowery, Mrs. Lewis Walter, Mrs. Gust Franzen.

 

These four demonstrators were chosen for their proven ability in these lines.

 

We, the Demonstration Club hope to interest ourselves and all our neighbors in raising and canning about all our eats for the year round from our gardens, poultry yards, cow lot, pig pens, berry patch and this large body of water at our back door. Yes, we even expect to learn how to can to good advantage, fish and oysters so that we won't always have to go fishing for that wonderful food that they tell us is so rich in iodine which prevents goiter.

 

We meet at the community House on the first and third Tuesdays of every month also Oct. 11 when our county demonstrators will be here to demonstrate canning of all kinds of vegetables. Everybody come and bring a few vegetables to be canned on that day, Oct. 11. Everybody is welcome.--Reporter

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, September 29, 1932

 

 

 

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