By Mrs. A. G. Hunt
The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club meets at Mrs. John Ackerman's April 11. This time the roads are fine so everybody please come.
There will be a program given by the young people who have formed a club of their own sponsored by the Home Demonstration Club. These affairs are all free. However, we will be glad to receive donations and they can be used for the good of the community.
We were proud to receive a goodly donation to help this club along from the Gulf Sulphur Company. This will be used to buy a canner and sealer for the club to be used by all who wish to use it in this community. We certainly do thank the Gulf Sulphur Company.
It was voted at the last meeting held at Mrs. Frank King's that these meetings will be held every second Tuesday of each month at the different homes of those interested and to come alphabetically. So we can know about when to expect them at our home and if there's anyone who wishes anything canned as a demonstration at any time, have it ready.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 6, 1933
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
A knock at the door and I find myself confronted by George Washington. He asks, "want any oysters today?" Ye gods! For years I have thought George Washington was the father of his country and here I find him peddling oysters in Collegeport.
As I write, I do not know who will be elected to the board of school trustees, but I hope that when the board engages teachers for the coming year, they will employ teachers who can use good English grammar. The grammar used by some of the present staff is deplorable, lamentable, mournful. Texas schools are full of teachers who are only half educated. This is my own thought and no one else is to be blamed except Harry Austin Clapp. Bring on your brick bats for I enjoy criticism. Had some from Houston last week and glad to receive it for it shows that people read "Thoughts."
Had a very enjoyable call Friday from Mr. and Mrs. Guy Hutchinson now living on the farm south of town. I have known Guy for (I dislike to name the year) many years and he is still the same old Guy. Married to a charming girl who makes the call more entertaining.
At a meeting held Sunday, those present were asked to vote on the proposition of inviting JT Morrow to return and spend his vacation in this community and the vote was an overwhelming one in favor of JT. This young man did more for the young people of the community than all the preachers we have had in the past. I hope arrangements can be made so that he will be one of us once more. Ever since we have had a school in this place, once each year we have enjoyed what is called Commencement Exercises. That is until the present faculty came to us. Since that time, our pupils have been allowed to finish the prescribed grades, given a hand shake and told to beat it. I am ashamed that one girl who finished did not even receive a handshake. I for one hope the trustees will for this once take charge of affairs and give orders instead of taking orders. Our school should be operated by the trustees and not by the teachers. Let us have commencement this year.
Here is the second letter from the "Round The World Trippers."
Chicago, Ill., March 28, 1933.
--Frances and Elizabeth.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 6, 1933
By Harry Austin Clapp
Living at the end of the road is much like living down by the mill pond. The water flows into the mill pond, eddies around from side to side, carrying on its tide the flotsam of the river from which it came. At last rest comes and along the banks there collects and comes to rest, cobs, timbers, parts of trees, leaves, brush, all brought down by the river and coming to rest, because it had come to the end of the road. Just as these things came to the mill pond, so we living at the end of the pavement are richly rewarded by frequent visits from valuable and interesting old friends who drive to the end of the road and because they are unable to go farther, they stop here, collect along our hospitable shores and find rest and comfort and the longer they stay the more loath they are to leave. The end of the road has charms which are soon felt and these visitors no longer wonder how it is possible to live at the end of the road and be content. O, yes, living at the end of the road has its compensations. The only fault is that it is also compendious. But living here for twenty-five years we become used to that. The railroad ends here and the pavement ends here and I am warning our folk that soon, perhaps in six months, there will be an end to the railroad unless something unforeseen happens. This may be the passage of Senate Bill No. 312. If this becomes a law, it may mean the continuance of rail service on a limited schedule. If any of our folk are interested in retaining rail service, it is well that they write our representative, Mr. E. C. Hill, house of representatives, at Austin, Texas, and ask that he facilitate the passage of this bill. If all these plans fail and we witness the tearing up of the rails and removal of station houses, the loss of the crews and the turning back to pasture the right of way, we must no longer be content to live at the end of the road. We must make an organized effort to secure the construction of the viaduct across the bay and connection with Highway 58 at Palacios. Then and only then may we sit by the side of the road and watch the race of men go by. Nothing is impossible. Everything is possible. Sitting at the end and emitting yowls of distress means nothing to those who have the power to relieve us from the situation that will confront us. Organized effort by our own people will bring aid from others. We must show the state highway commission that down here in the Magic Bottle, live people who have intentions and we must take a sample of our guts and fling 'em on the commission's table. There is no time so ripe for an effort as today and until we make it and stay with it until success comes, will we ever be able to drive across the viaduct or fish from its rail. The writer has thought many thoughts and out of it all has been coined a scheme. He thinks it will work. If it does, we shall no longer live at the end of the "nine-foot sidewalk" but on the through route of the Hug-the-Coast Highway. Along this route between Palacios and Freeport and Galveston, are vast areas of waste land used for pasture but not valuable for farming. Many states buy such land and through it and along by it build wonderful scenic highways. Such work attracts not only tourists, but wild life of many kinds. Nature lives again and people who make the drive may stop along the route for camping or for a picnic with rooms to let. The returning wild life makes possible the enjoyment of fishing and hunting. Many places along the route are available for real swimmin' holes to which the kids will beg their parents to return year after year. It will not only be a "fisherman's road but it will be a grand scenic highway and we will live on it." It is an economic project that requires some co-ordination, co-operation, cohesion to bring it about. We have only one way, to move and that is up. Come on fellows, let's stop living at the end of the road.
I have been informed that the Girl Reserves are not expected to initiate or carry on any civic work, but that they are being trained for leadership. I know of no better way to become a trained leader than to learn how to do the things they are expected to be leaders in. One of the things that troubles our people this day is too much leadership. The entire nation is covered with leaders. Colleges are turning out hundreds of leaders, many of whom do not understand the fundamentals of work they are to lead in. Government and state agencies employ thousands of leaders. Our country is covered from ocean to ocean with leaders. Twelve million of our population are leaders and the same number are unemployed, so about twenty per cent of our population are living on the eighty per cent who dig and delve. All of these thousands of leaders suck their pap from the same breast. We do not need leaders, but we do need folk who can and will accomplish some work of value to themselves and to others. We need folk who can do as well as to tell.
It appears that some person gave Bill a very fine meleagris gallopavo [wild turkey] and when Emily Jane found out about it, knowing how truly I loved her and also my fondness for gallopavo she insisted on stuffing meleagris with plenty of good things and gathering the clan trip to Homecroft where we could have a real party with all the trimmins'. It was the tenderest, dearest, most delicate bird that has ever graced our board. We certainly enjoyed the fest and the presence of our dear friends and we hope the same fellow will give Bill anther specimen of the breed. Emily Jane may come down any old time.
It appears that nothing can prevent progress for our community as witness the latest improvement which is the building of a fence for a cow pasture on Central Street between the Post office and the Canning factory. Now if the person who owns this lot just west of the warehouse will build a beautiful latrine dedicated to the public, we will be able to enjoy two wonderful civic improvements. It sure is wonderful how a town will grow when given opportunity. Even if we are at the end of the road, the two improvements mentioned will draw many tourists to our burg.
The other day the miserable wretch had a short session with Dr. Sholars and since then has been a staunch member of the Amalgamated Order of Soup Suckers.
Came Mrs. Claire Pollard to make us a visit and talk over the enjoyments of our last party and plan for another one, which God willing, will be soon.
Saturday night Cary Miller brought her Douglas so tender and true for an evening call. Douglas is a fine young man and Cary better fasten her tentacles on him firmly else some girl will make the grand rush.
Sunday, much to my bachelor delight, an auto brought my kinfolk Judge and Mrs. Holman and that glorious daughter, Louise. We had a wonderful vivacious, pleasant visit and then came the miserable wretch with Jean Martyn and her boy friend, Bill.
Monday night the County Christian Endeavor met in the community house and a luncheon was served in honor of the county president, Mrs. Evaline White Marshall. More than one hundred Endeavorers were present and enjoyed the splendid program. I was delighted to receive a call from Mrs. Marshall and her father, Mr. White, which lasted an hour. One hour of satisfaction, rapture. Mrs. Marshall is beautiful, vivacious, intelligent and as I looked at her, I thought of the cover of a beautiful magazine.
I am sure that one time, perhaps a thousand years ago, I met her when we were both enjoying a former incarnation. Anyway, I knew her when. Mrs. Marshall is the author of the fine poems which appear in the Tribune from time to time. I have placed this visit between the leaves of my memory book as a very wonderful adventure. When she comes again, I shall feed her on that celebrated Homecroft Ham.
When I write "Thoughts" that do not agree with my readers, there is prompt action. No sooner did last week's Trib arrive here than T. P. White gave me a call for the purpose of informing that "Thoughts" were all wrong or wet or something like that. Tay Pay is welcome to his thoughts as well as I to mine, so we discussed the matter in a friendly way, but both being a bit stubborn, little headway was made. I still think "Thoughts."
Through the kindness of Mrs. Rena Wright, I have a paper, The Barnesville Whetstone, announcing the passing of Thomas J. Rogers. He died suddenly of arterial sclerosis at his home in Barnesville, Ohio. Our oldtimers will remember Mr. Rogers very well. He owned the farm on which lives Mr. Dickinson. For many years he has been in the hardware business in his home town and been an active participant in business, civic and religious work. He had a rich vein of humor. He was a hospitable man and fine neighbor. I have always wished he might have settled in this community for his was a desirable character.
New York City, April 'th, 1933.--
Dear old folks at home:
Here we are in the great city. We are at the Hotel Edison on Forty-seventh Street, just a little west of Broadway. Have time for only a short letter, but must tell you how we got here. When leaving Chicago, we planned to use the Pennsylvania Broadway Limited, but our ticket man refused to accept our checks for tickets so we went to the New York Central office and when the man saw our checks were on the First National Bank of Bay City, he told us that he knew Mr. Lewis and was sure the checks would be paid so away we went on the Century Limited. Such a train! It was our first experience with what is called "de luxe" and that don't mean lux by any means. Every comfort known to man was there for us and did we take all that was offered? We'll say yes to that. Such berths and meals. Only kings and queens know them well so we were queens for the trip. At Elkhart, Mary Louise's Aunt Lucy came to the train to see us and we remembered her well as she visited the Clapps some years ago. The ride along the lake was of interest. The immense station at Cleveland. Lake Erie was storm tossed and several vessels seemed to be trying to get home. Buffalo, Albany and there we left the Century and took the boat trip down the Hudson. Every turn of the river provided new pictures. At West Point we looked in vain for a sight of the Lane Holman family, but were out of sight. We arrive in New York at the Christopher street dock and were whisked away to this delightful hotel and here we stay while touring New York and waiting for our ship. We have learned to say ship and not boat. Expect great treats the next few days. We are tired and hungry so go down to the grill where we have no fear of being grilled. We hope Nancy Clapp may come over here from New London for at least a day for we do very much desire to see what a live zoologist looks like. Remember us to all the kids.--Frances and Elizabeth.
N. B. This is notice to Guy Hutchinson and others that our traffic squad does not permit parking in front of the post office by backing into the curb. Nothing but front end parking on a 37 1/2 degree angle is permissible. A repetition will cost five bones.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 13, 1933
By Harry Austin Clapp
We find that we have more than one way of making cheese out of our clabber milk, after watching Mrs. Carl Boeker make a lovely smooth cheese at the home demonstration meeting held at Mrs. John Ackerman's last Tuesday.
For those wishing to use up some or all their surplus milk this way, try the following recipe: Boil and drain enough milk to make one quart of cheese curd (about 4 gallons of milk.) This curd should be hard, crumble until it is like a powder with no grains left. Mix 1 1/2 teaspoons of soda into this very thoroughly and let set for four hours. Then heat over boiling water until it begins to gum, then add 1 teaspoon of salt and about 1 cup of very thick sour cream without any milk in it or if preferable, butter without any water in it may be used. Melt until it pours. This cheese maybe kept indefinitely by covering with parafine.
Mrs. Sides, who was with us at this meeting, urged us to plant at least two new vegetables in our garden this year. And after hearing about the ming bean, I think that will be very likely to be one of them with most of us. Besides being excellent for table use, it is also fine chicken feed, bearing long and abundantly according to Mrs. John Ackerman who has tried it.
It was decided to hold the next meeting two weeks from this meeting at the home of Mrs. Will Boeker, April 15.
Those present were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Hurd, Mr. and Mrs. Will Boeker, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams, Mr. and Mrs. John Ackerman, Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen, Mr. Nolan, Mrs. Penland, Mrs. Chas. Williams, Mrs. Carl Boeker, Mrs. F. L. Jenkins, Mrs. Ira Corporon, Mrs. V. B. Merck, Mrs. Bob Murry, Mr. and Mrs. Frank King, Miss Mamie Thompson, Mrs. Roy Nelson, Mrs. A. G. Hunt, Miss Lera Hunt and Mrs. S. G. Hutchinson.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 13, 1933
The Topic for Sunday night was "If a man shall he live again." Mrs.
Hunt was the leader and she gave a very inspirational talk. Mrs.
Liggett had charge of the choir, while Mrs. Dick Corporon
accompanied at the piano. The choir rendered several beautiful
selections and Mrs. Liggett gave, in her charming manner, a solo.
Following the Christian Endeavor program, Brother Williams preached
the baccalaureate sermon to the graduates. His subject was "Human
The graduating class: Frank King, Hutchins King, Raymond Hunt and
Leota Hough. About a hundred and twenty-five were present. We were
indeed glad to have Mr. Shubring with us.--Flossy Prunty, publicity
Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 20,1933
By Harry Austin Clapp
It is very easy to think Thoughts when one can see, but when one is unable to use vision, then Thoughts come quick and fast. Nothing to distract, bewilder, disturb or discompose. Just Thoughts, and so the past week when I have been deprived of spectacles and unable to read or to distinguish objects easily, I have spent considerable time thinking Thoughts. Here is a week's garner.
Monday night the faculty of the Bay View High gave a party at the Hurd home in honor of the eleventh grade. I am informed that about thirty-five were present and that the refreshments were of a particular delicious quality. Games and jig saws, filled the evening to overflow and all had a most enjoyable evening.
Tuesday I was alone all day, for the miserable wretch was in Bay City spending pleasant hours in that cozy chair in the northeast corner of the second floor of the Hamilton Building. She was entertained by one called Doctor Sholars so thoroughly that since she returned to her family, she uses two straws for soup sucking instead of one. My sister Lucy was born a sucker, but my wife had to acquire the accomplishment. But what care I, so long as she secures the soup and thus keeps the side of the Angel land.
Guess the town girls did not know I was alone all day Tuesday, for none of them came to see me. Just one day lost. Hey boys?
Well, anyway, the next day was a day of grand surprises for here comes my friend of many years, Mrs. Claire Pollard, and with her Miss Sue B. Mann, state school inspector, for lunch with us. Good thing they brought sandwiches, et cetera which means ginger bread cake made by Katherine Pollard, hot tea. We being right in the soup business, supplied the soup so we had one right good time for about two hours and then both were obliged to go back to school like other little kiddies.
Miss Mann was so delighted with the soup that she asked for the recipe and before I could open my mouth, the MW, who in spite of no teeth is still able to talk, blurted out the truth. Wimmen will talk you know. Here is the recipe: take one can of soup, add same quantity of water, place on stove, bring to a boil and serve hot. If the MW had kept silent, Miss Mann would have left here with the idea that I was one grand soup maker. In as much as Mrs. Montague, Mrs. Leola Sides, Ruby Hawkins and Patricia Martyn are all living on county funds and are able to expend the cash for a can of soup, I advise them to use my recipe. Well, anyway, when I think of that Katherine ginger bread, I feel that the luncheon was a great success and shall tangle it in my memory web. I gathered that Miss Mann was delighted with the work of our teachers, and she made special mention of the well kept grounds and complimented the janitor for his work. Hope Miss Mann's report will engage for us some much needed funds for our school.
Saw a girl at the P. O. with riding breeches, boots, skirt and coat, a swell rig, but I asked "where if your horse?" she told me she had no hoss so I wonder why the breeches. No use wearing a bath suit except when bathing and no use wearing a riding costume without a horse.
"Wimmen is queer critters" once said John Billings. Writing about riding breeches makes me think of another queer problem. The normal and natural costume for a woman to wear at night is the good old-fashioned nightie, but these modern women are wearing what are called pajamas. In our home, we have a hook on which we hang night apparel and I am informing you folk that it is confusion to decide with are ma's jamas and which are pa's jamas. The other night, by mistake, I tried to put on ma's jamas and found myself looking like a well stuffed sausage. After considerable effort, I was able to reverse the process and at last found my own passionate pa's jamas and with a sigh of relief hit the hay. No sooner did I begin to doze than the MW let out a howl "where is my pajama coat." Making the proper adjustment took some time and by then the goddess of sleep had departed. No use giving orders for when a woman once forsakes the delightful old nightie for pajamas, argument is of small value. To you unmarried men, I give the advice to find out what your enamorita wears at night and if she has acquired the pajama habit, look around for another gal. As for me, I am obliged to stick it out with patience.
Tuesday, Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, our sweet and cultured home demonstration agent, came down and gave a demonstration in cheese making. With the coming of beer, that is quite necessary for our women should learn how to make cheese to go with the beer. Mrs. Carl Boeker was the demonstrator and I am informed that she made a fine batch of delicious cheese. Her ability is an acquired one, for she married a man of German extraction and we all know that the Germans are past masters of the cheese art. About thirty were present and all agreed that the meeting was filled with interest. Mrs. Sides is the only agent who has been able to work up interest in extension work in this community and she has a good sized club in this burg which meets twice each month. I congratulate the extension service of the A. & M. [College] in having so helpful a woman on its staff and I sure do congratulate the county on having her assigned to work in our county.
Last April, Mrs. Patricia Martyn invited friend wife to take a trip to San Antonio and they had a wonderful week visiting with Mary Louise and attending the convention of nurses. I mention this because they are planning another trip to S. A. provided Franklin Roosevelt gives permission.
On the thirteenth day of April, 1853, a little baby was born. At last it took form and became known as a Haisley. Last Thursday it reached the eightieth mile stone so abut fifty went out to the Haisley home to congratulate V. S. Haisley and to show him their respect. They found that eighty-year man out in the field planting corn. Soon he changed his corn planting clothes for this party clothes and appeared before his guests. No drooping shoulders for that man. Head erect, eyes bright and alert, he looks to the future without fear. The Haisley family came here in 1909 and although they have had considerable gray with the sunshine, they have taken life as it came and won. Today they enjoy the respect of all who know them and so we were all glad and happy that we might gather together as friends and neighbors and celebrate the day. The table gave no sign of depression, for it was loaded with good food of every character. Coffee made by our community coffee maker, she who is known far and wide as the maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. A short period of devotion led by Mr. William Schubring of Houston and the party dissolved to their homes. Just one more enjoyable affair.
That same day came to our home that indefatigable worker, who as Milton says "upborn on indefatigable wings." I refer to F. O. Montague who arrived in an auto instead of on wings. I was ready to leave for the Haisley birthday party so left him with the miserable wretch to eat chili con carne. The two polished off a No. 3 can of that delectable concoction so nuf said about that. With Monty telling us how to grow the stuff. With Leola to tell us how to keep it and Patricia to advise us how to consume it for our health's sake, us folk down here in the Magic Bottle ought to feel quite pert. We do thank you. The cash used for this service is money well expended and we thank county court for giving us these advantages. In passing, will state that we want this service continuous and not intermittent. Its worth has been proven in scores of families and we mean to keep it.
It seems certain that the boys in Austin are preparing to pass the beer buck or the buck beer to the dear peepul. Instead of doing as they should, modify the Dean act, so that the people of Texas may have the non intoxicating in fact 3.2 per cent beverage already approved by congress and the Democratic party, they will turn the question over to the people and generously allow them to vote on the subject along about July. The organized minority is too strong for them. They fear loss of votes. They become cowards. They were brave men when they passed the repeal bill years ago. Not then did they even think of allowing the voters to make the decision. Maybe it will work out all right anyway, but it appears to me that our legislature should have followed close in the path traveled by our congress. Just my idea and I am perhaps in the wrong as usual. If so, please pardon the offense and remember that it makes to difference to me whether the beer bill passes or not.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 20, 1933
The Girl Reserves of Collegeport, under the leadership of Miss Beryl Bell, have had many happy sessions and have furnished "good times" for others. No other affair they have attempted compares with the banquet tendered the graduating class of 1932-33.
The spacious and delightful home of Mr. and Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, in the very walls of which breathe hospitality, was thrown open to the Girl Reserves for the occasion. The class of 32-33, the faculty of Collegeport Rural High School, the members of the school board with their wives and husbands as the case might be, the county superintendent and a few other favored friends comprised the guest list of the Girl Reserves. The young hostesses seemed to be everywhere at the same time, receiving the guests, making everybody feel at home and in every possible way adding to the pleasure of the occasion. At 8 p.m., a group of about 50 found their places at the table as indicated by attractively decorated place cards, tables that were beautifully decorated in the colors red and white and were made fragrant with lovely flowers. Miss Frances Eisel as toastmistress acted her part with poise and precision. She soon set the tempo of the banquet as she called on one speaker after another for suitable toasts to the class, the faculty and well--she didn't neglect anybody.
Meanwhile, busy helpers were serving a banquet which please the eye, tickled the palate and which measured up to the standard of Collegeport banquets--what more could be said. The menu of the three-course dinner consisted of chicken loaf, peas, creamed potatoes, hot rolls with butter, a frozen fruit and nut salad in the prevailing red color, iced tea and red and white angel food cake with strawberry ice cream.
The "flow of soul" reached its peak in the address given by Mrs. Burton D. Hurd in her most graceful manner, which embodied the good wishes of all present for the happy class.
Following the banquet, Miss Bell conducted the impressive initiation ceremony of the Girl Reserves and inducted the new officers for the coming year into office.
It was a lovely affair in every particular, the class of 32-33 is fortunate in having such loving thoughtful friends as Miss Bell and the Girl Reserves to put into concrete form the feelings of the community towards them and in having a Mrs. Hurd to help in her way. This function marked the last of several in honor of the graduation class.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 27, 1933
The topic for Christian Endeavor Sunday night was "Problems of Prayer," Cary Miller was our leader.
The choir sponsored by Mrs. Liggett gave several songs. Flossie Prunty accompanied on the piano.
Several Bible references were then read and followed by the Lord's Prayer. Then prayer was discussed by everyone in general.
Mrs. Liggett gave a talk proving that prayer is not only beneficial and helpful to the poor but to the rich as well.
There were thirty-five young people and seven juniors present.
--Flossie Prunty, publicity manager.
Matagorda County Tribune, April 27, 1933
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from a longer article about Easter.]
My many house duties since the miserable wretch has "fealt" so bad has made it difficult to write copy. I suppose I should write "felt" instead of "fealt," but the latter spelling is the way our children are being taught so I am adopting it myself. I very much desire to use good English and good spelling even if I am not a teacher.
A very busy week for this community at the end of the pavement. Wednesday night to a crowded house, the school pupils rendered a splendid program in honor of the passing of the seventh grade into the high school department. The quality of the program was a credit to pupils and teachers.
Thursday night, in honor of the four who finished the course of eleven grades, two hundred people assembled in the community house and listened to a splendid program which was as follows:
Giving of certificates of award.
Awarding of seventh grade diplomas, Mrs. Claire F. Pollard.
Presentation of high school key by Frances King, president senior class.
Song by the school choir, direction of Mrs. Liggett.
Salutatory, Frances King.
Class Prophecy, Hutchins King.
Class Will, Leota Hough.
Song, Leaving the Nest, School choir.
Address, Reverend Gillespie of Palacios.
Valedictory, Raymond Hunt.
Awarding of diplomas, Supt. T. P. White.
Song, Valedictory, school choir.
Awards were given to seven or eight pupils who had not been absent or tardy during the school year and the three Prunty girls carried away three of the awards. Robert Liggett took another.
The graduation class consisted of Frances King, Leota Hough, Hutchins King and Raymond Hunt. Four well dressed and well behaved young people of whom the community is proud. Frances King looked like a beautiful young bride in her white full flowing skirt dress. Leota Hough is a tall girl with a face that looks to the sky. Dressed in pink, she made me think of a rose bud. The two boys were dressed in the conventional dress for boys and looked like the fine young men they are. Each of these delivered their parts in firm, good projecting voices, showing their familiarity with the subject and the study given it. Raymond Hunt was easily the star of the evening, as everyone expected, for his school history has been one of close application to his subjects and he has always made first class grades. Somewhere there is a star waiting for such a student as is Raymond Hunt. I give them my hearty congratulations and wishes for a successful life, but in doing so, I must remind them that instead of being through, they are just starting. I wonder what each of these young folk will do now. Has their school training given them anything by which they may make a living? I fear not. That to me appears to be the trouble with our educational system. The children receive a smattering of this and that. They have to take it, to make grades, but no where do I find anything that in the struggle of life will enable them to make a living. I had the same experience fifty-three years ago. I was loaded up on a jumble of figures, literature, chemistry, Latin, et cetera, but I had not been taught one practical thing. I was not a barber, a carpenter, a mason, a painter, a bookkeeper. Not one thing I could trade for cash money on which to live. I was obliged to go away from home to New York state that I might learn how to make a living. I trust arrangements may be made by which these four may go up higher, to a more complete education, that will enable them to offer something of value to the world in which they must live. They will enjoy a vacation, but this fall they must face the problems of life else they will be left drift wood decaying along the shores of small value to themselves or to others. I have no means of knowing how far my prayers will go, but I am asking God to bless these four, to keep them clean in morals, to guide them and to bring them such measure of success as they deserve. The entire program was carried to success. Every participant knew his part and made delivery. It was a credit to pupils, teachers, and trustees. Friday night a banquet was tendered to senior class by the Girls Reserve at the Hurd home and I am informed that forty-eight were present. Further deponent knoweth not.
Saturday night a dance was given by Fred Ballhorst. It was held in the canning factory with the Real Orchestra. A good crowd was present and enjoyed the game until a late hour.
Friday night came the news that effective May 1, our regular train will be abandoned and from that date we will be served by the main line local giving us such intermittent service as enjoyed once before. This means that our mail will arrive some days sometimes and other days it will arrive someway. No can tell. It's a helluva way to run a railroad and so far as I am concerned, I care little when they tear up the track and get out of the Magic Bottle. We can get along without the railroad soon as we get the viaduct in service. That's all we need. If we get the viaduct, it will be because we go after it. Sitting on our haunches on the shore and looking across the bay at the bright lights will never bring us the viaduct and with it gas and electric service. If we howl, we must lift up our voices and howl loud enough so the state highway commission at Austin may hear us. I might add that the wolf is getting ready to howl. Something will be started, perhaps before June first. Well, anyway, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, very much desire to walk across the viaduct to service at St. John's Chapel.
Miss Marie Nestor has the first year kiddies in her school room and some of them are quite bright. The other day she was teaching them the A. B. C.'s and said "what comes after O?" Instantly came the reply "yeah." I am informed that one of the teachers was trying to work up interest in having photographs taken of the senior class and said "just think how you will enjoy looking at these pictures years hence. You will say "there is Frances, she's an actress; there's Raymond, he's a chemist; there's Hutchins, he's a doctor; there's Leota, she's a nurse; and--" "And there's the teacher, she's dead," came a voice from the back row.
School is out. For nearly five months, the school bus will be vacant. The playgrounds will be quiet. The kiddies will be enjoying their vacation. But now comes trouble for the trustees. About one year ago Mrs. King said to me: "Mr. Clapp, can you tell me how to handle a twelve thousand dollar expense with a ten thousand dollar income?" I was unable to give the answer. This year the same problem comes up. To handle it means cutting expense. Where? Cut teachers' pay? O, no, by the sacred codfish, no. That would be sacrilege. I therefore suggest that the janitor be deposed and his duties be added to those of the male teachers. The female teachers with their pupils may put Van Wormer field into cotton and the school campus into flowers. The flowers to be sold to the trustees for that is the only way they will receive flowers. The cash from the sale of these products and the saving on janitor work will no doubt solve the financial problem and enable the trustees to balance that bedamned budget. It needs a bright mind to handle these problems and I am glad that I have one.
Thursday, April 27, 1933
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