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Collegeport Articles


September, 1933


By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


When I first thought of the way, I wondered what a way was and why it was. Investigating, I find that a way is "that by, upon or along which one passes or progresses, a road, street, track or path of any kind." That is all there is to a way. But I find that there are several kinds of way. We have the railway, waterway, airway, highway, walk-a-way, causeway, the "nine foot sidewalk" and "I am the way." The last is of greatest importance for it is the way of truth and life and without truth and life, we cannot hope for construction, occupation and use of any of the other ways.


"I am the way" being first, I place waterway second in importance to the people of Matagorda County. It brings to our door the cheapest form of transportation known to man. Freight once placed on water moves easily and cheaply from consigner to consignee. I am informed that on water, freight is carried at one mill per ton mile, while on rails it costs eleven mills per ton mile. Roy Miller has practically given his life to the work of giving the people of the Gulf Coast an inland waterway that means the saving of millions to our people and increased valuations all along its line. I believe Roy Miller knows more about inland water transportation than any living man and when he tells me what the Intracoastal Canal means to this county and to the Twin-Cities-by-the-Sea, I believe. It will pass about 7 1/2 miles south of Collegeport very close to the O'Neal Hotel at Portsmouth and that means easy handling of the cotton crop, as well as other commodities.


We will lose our railroad, but we shall gain a canal over which we may travel from Collegeport to Bubbly Creek, Chicago. When we ship the first bale, let us not forget the man who has stuck all these years and give tribute to Ray Miller.


Next of importance to those who live in the Magic Bottle is the proposed viaduct or causeway connecting Collegeport with Palacios. It is simply unbelievable that the Texas highway commission will refuse to listen to our supplications and refuse designation especially that port connecting our "nine foot sidewalk" with 58 at Palacios. It should also go on east through the oil field and connect with 60 at Matagorda. We would then indeed be sitting quite pretty. It would mean the final construction of the true Hug-the-Coast to Freeport and Galveston. We cannot, we must not, be content to sit here at the end of the road idly waiting for something to turn up. Things just don't turn up these days. They must be turned up and over and we here in Collegeport and our good friends across the bay have the power to make the turn. I am not at this time much interested in the airway. That will come in good time, but I am interested in water, highway and walk-a-way.


Walk-a-way means that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch may walk to service at St. John's Chapel in Palacios. Give us the causeway and we get the walk-a-way.


Effective in a few days, our daily train, and God forgive the railroad company for calling it a train, will be only [a] once a week train. The railroad is cutting our leg off by inches. I wish they would slash it off at the hip for we could begin walking on one leg. Service is putrid. Mail is unreliable. Everyone is disgusted.


Give us the causeway soon and with it Southern Pacific service just three miles away. With all our plans for construction of this necessity, that will lift sixteen hundred people out of despond, dismay, financial handicap, irritation, let us remember that unless we recognize "I am the way" our efforts will be fruitless. God works in a mysterious way. His wonders to perform He is working for us and with us if we only believe.


I advise the Tribune readers to secure a copy of Liberty for August 26 and read an article entitled "Why I Can Be Happy," by Mary Pickford. What she writes some may call psychology, others might think it a new philosophy, but to me and to Mary it is religion. Out of the crucible in which her troubles and unhappiness and sorrows have bubbled and boiled for years, emerges Mary Pickford a great and wonderful character. She is a woman who has found God. As I read it, I say "Mary you are in truth a good woman."


Ever since the Eighteenth amendment has been fettered about the ankles of our people, Carey Smith has put up a fight for repeal and it is natural that he should feel some elation as he reads the results of last Saturday's vote. Some might call the result a revolution. I call it an evolution. Like yeast in a mass of dough, it has been working in the minds of people until they have risen in their might and thrown off the shackles that bound them. Many attempts have been made to govern and curb the passions and appetites of man, but all have failed. They always will fail for man is not friendly to any attempt by others to dictate what they may eat or drink. I am pleased with the result, but because beer has returned, but because sanity has returned. We face a new era and I pray God that this new experiment may not fail. Carey was so pleased that he took the Collegeport delegation consisting of Mesdames Kundinger, Clapp and Boeker, Miss Vera Williams and the writer of Thoughts to a luncheon. It was such an enjoyable occasion that I hope we have another election next week and vote on repeal of the state prohibition amendment. When we do, this nasty mess will be cleaned up.


Taking advantage of the fact that four million men were in the army and using force on members of the congress and legislatures, the Eighteenth amendment was made a part of our law. A minority forced a majority to eat and rink as provided by statute. "Oh judgment! Thou hast fled to brutish beasts and men have lost their reason" said Marc Anthony and so said, our folk when they aroused from sleep. And now that the majority has spoken, we must be alert and keep the brewing, distribution and sale of beer in the calcium light of publicity else state repeal will fail. We have still in Texas an algebraic unknown X.


The Carl Boeker family moved into the house just vacated by the Eisel family. We shall miss the light in the store which smiled a friendly greeting each night.


Miss Frances King is preparing to return to San Marcos where she will be a student at the college the coming year.


Ruth Boeker is having a swell vacation, but soon as school opens, will hike back to the selling of bacon, spuds, cereals, et cetera at the Boeker store in Palacios.


The meeting of the County Federation of Women's Clubs scheduled to meet Saturday, Sept. 1, has been postponed until September 16.


We have enjoyed enough rain these past few weeks to satisfy us for the next six months. It has been no benefit to rice farmers and has delayed cotton picking, but has been grand for feedstuffs. Shows there is good in everything if we only know it.


Oscar Odd McIntyre in his column states that few writers live in the city where their copy is published and gives many examples. It is most certainly true, for I live in Collegeport and my stuff is printed in Bay City and I seldom visit the office except to draw my salary. Isn't it remarkable how us writers hide out?


The Eisel family are now located in Nacogdoches and as they simply are unable to live without "Thoughts," the Tribune follows them. Frances and Elizabeth are having a royal time with kinfolk in Marshall.


I read in the papers that up to July 1, four and one-half billions of eight-ounce glasses of beer have been consumed by us Americans. And at that I have not had mine yet.


As I write this comes the news that we of Matagorda County are to lose E. N. Gustafson. It is not only with regret, but with sorrow that I record these words. He has been an efficient servant and he has been our substantial friend. I hope he is taking a leave of absence and that he will return.


Friday morning, Raymond Hunt starts hitch-hiking or thumb his way to College Station where he hopes to pass the examination and enter the A. & M. If any readers of this column are going to Houston or beyond and desire to do a good turn to an ambitious young man, they might leave word with Carey Smith at the Tribune office stating where Raymond may make contact. A good turn works both ways. It benefits the turner and the turnee.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 7, 1933


Paul Janes Writes More Letters to Beacon Readers

Dear Beacon Friends:

Another year has rolled around. Another visit to Palacios and Collegeport. Another era of progress with evidences of it on every hand. When one lives in the same place year after year he sees progress with difficulty. But when one only sees it once in a while it is very obvious.

Of course we saw many old friends. There is not space to enter all their names. One of the most interesting sights is the new enterprise the Allen’s of Allen’s Boat Service have inaugurated. Mrs. Allen is making some of the neatest little souvenirs out of shells you ever saw. And as is customary in Palacios the retail outlets in Palacios are cooperating to sell the products of local manufacture. It would pay you to stop in at Muriel’s Shop on the square in Palacios or at Allen’s shop which he has set up down at the boat basin and see the little novelties. One is as perfect a replica of the beautiful pink crane (or what ever it is) that you ever saw. That bird is typical of Gulf watering places and so makes an ideal souvenir.

Many of the people of Collegeport are canning their surplus meat and vegetables. Out at Mr. Lewis Water’s home there is a corner of shelves about seven feet high and four feet wide absolutely as full as a grocery store shelf with the most delicious chicken, turkey, beef, soups and vegetables. That sort of thing makes a farmer in Texas independent of the world. And Mr. Walter is that. Why when the butcher wanted to buy a cow for less than it cost to raise it he was turned down—imagine a man turning down a chance to get cash for anything these days. Why should Mr. Walter sell—when he can can half of his fat cow for his own use and trade the other half to a neighbor for pork? And every now and then Mrs. Walter sells some canned goods and she always gets top price because she makes the best of canned goods. It’s better to sell canned cow at 20 cents a pound than to sell her on the hoof at 4 cents—eh? And it’s better to sell a canned hen for say 60 cents than a live one for 10 to 25 cents isn’t it? And you don’t have to feed a canned chicken, it don’t spoil and so you can keep her until somebody wants her or you need her to eat yourself.

There was a nice crowd of old friends out to church at Collegeport Sunday morning and we enjoyed seeing so many—particularly Mrs. Braden who came so far to see us. We hear that Hubert Travis, a Collegeport young man, who is preaching there this summer, is a favorite. That speaks well for him. A prophet is not usually so well received in his own country. It also speaks well for the country.

Mr. and Mrs. Mason S. Holsworth had their fine young son christened while we were at Collegeport and we had a nice visit with Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck’s new boy. He was such a very little fellow, but is one of the few babies I have ever seen who is really pretty though little. Jack Holsworth has a million dollar boy and girl and the boy is a wow!

Mrs. E. A. Holsworth has been a bit under the weather lately. Too much World’s Fair, too much work about house perhaps but we understand by late reports that she is much better.

The Eisels have moved to Houston. Collegeport will miss a very fine family and two very attractive young women from the younger set.

Matagorda Bay fish are still safe at least for another year—we caught one croacker! But we had better luck in Galveston Bay.

We are most grateful for our friends in Collegeport and Palacios and it was great to ride every where on concrete roads.

With heartiest good wishes, H. Paul Janes

Palacios Beacon, September 7, 1933


By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of the gulf surf breaking on the beach disturbed our slumbers Sunday night. Monday, a high wind from the northeast with scurrying clouds obstructed the sky and an extra high tide indicated strong disturbance somewhere sea-wards. It is stated that North Cable left his happy bay side home and slumbered fitfully on the floor of the schoolhouse. Oh, la la!


John Merck loaded up his goods and departed for Austin. The Fulcher family loaded a truck and lit for the backwoods while the Savage family went to Waco. The balance being too simple, stayed at home and waited for the storm that did not come. I am informed that all business places at Palacios boarded up the fronts and many folks left for distant parts. Some rain fell at evening time and about midnight the wind slackened and Tuesday morn broke with all quiet on Pilkington Slough. Barometer at three p.m. stood 29.88 and falling.


If what they served me was three-point-two, I wish they would move the decimal point one space to the right.


Well, school opens Monday and teachers are assembling. The Curtis family will occupy the Mrs. Burgy house and others will room and board at various places. We hope to have a nine months school, but there exists some doubt. The state board has fixed the per capita payment at $16 which is fine, but it will be up to the legislature to find the money and at this writing they have not found it. Maybe this is where beer will come in handy. Isn't it awful to think of educating our children on beer money? Many shrink from the idea of using what they call tainted money. As for me, I think it grand to use tainted coin for a good purpose. As a matter of fact, every dollar that passes through our hands bears a taint. It has passed through the hands of evil men and worse than evil women. It has been used on gambling tables and in crap games. It has been used in speakeasies and on rum boats, but in our hypocrisy, we grab it and hug it to our hearts caring little about its past history. It is the same money that pays the preacher, the school teacher, the home and foreign missionary, that buys food and clothes for the distressed and by the gods, it is good money no matter where it has been used or how. We all love it.


A representative of the state board of education was here Thursday, investigating charges that have been filed against a member of the school faculty. He spent two hours when he could easily have used two days in order that he might be fair to both sides. He had a list of citizens to interview, many of them having no children in school, never had and never will for some of them have reached the pussy willow stage of life. I mean they are what might be called flossy. School opens Monday with three trucks instead of two. This shows how we grow. I trust that the school board will be able to find the funds with which to operate a nine months school for unless they do, we will slip back and next year we will need only one truck. Affiliated almost at one time in our grasp, now outside wandering about some place, we know not where. Several pupils who were in the eleventh grade have gone to other schools in the county in order that they may receive proper credits.


The San Marcos News informs us that many folk were there last week as refugees from the storm, among them being the Frank King family and Mrs. George Harrison with three children. All of those who left this part of the midcoast did so because of the distorted, unreliable, erroneous, untrue and inaccurate information sent out by the Houston weather bureau. The weatherman knew that with a barometer as high as 29.85, that there was no danger of storm in this part of the coast. Here in Collegeport we have available a first class barometer at the Mowery home and at no time did it go below 29.88. During the Freeport storm last year, it went to 29.65 and even then we had nothing to alarm any one. Plenty of times during the winter, northers blow with higher velocity. People become frightened and terrified and lose their good judgment.


Every little while the miserable wretch gives evidence that her brain is still working. Feebly, of course, but still turning over. For instance, Sunday after a long silence she said:
"I have discovered what inflation and deflation mean." "Well," said I, "explain so I also will understand." And this is what she said: "Inflation means that we shoot some air into the dollar and we don't have one hundred cents in each dollar." Now I leave it to you folk if that is not some bright kid. I am very proud. She also says that she sees no reason for all of the talk about depression. [line appears to be missing] "..feeding a million and a quarter people in Texas or in the nation, when millions of people have money to spend on the Chicago Fair. Thousands have gone from Texas, hundreds from Matagorda County and millions from the nation and more than a half billion has been spent in making these trips." Depression? Not much among these folk.


The Eisel family are now located in a five room apartment in a beautiful old Colonial house in Nacogdoches. Frances plans to enter the local college while Elizabeth will join the senior class of the high school. Mr. Eisel, I am informed, has made a fine contract with one of the city's reliable firms.


The Matagorda County Tribune, September 14, 1933



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


Movie pictures? Yes, and talking pictures as well. That is what we have on our private screen every day. Any one may have them who wills. They are beautiful. Just as beautiful as one is able to vision. Our screen is the screen in the front door and is about four and a half feet by three and a half. Sitting in my easy chair, puffing away on my stinking old corn cob pipe filled with R. J. R., I view pictures which are not found on any screen operated by a regular theater. Way in the background I see bunches of fleecy, cotton like clouds, lazily floating in the autumn sky. They are white, tinged on the edges with a dark shade and at times electrical discharges light them up in pearly shades. Before me, stretching to the horizon, miles of green in different shades, from the grasses and huisache trees and this is enriched by the yellows and pinks of the flowers which carpet the prairie. Great patches of snow on the mountain, wave their beautiful white flowers in the breeze. All is in motion. Tree branches, tall blood weeds, slender stalks bearing beautiful bloom, wave and sway in the winds. A half mile distant, on the nine foot sidewalk, autos pass and repass, looking like toys as they frisk along, each one apparently in a hurry to arrive, but arriving, few know what to do except to turn around at the end of the road and go back from whence they came. Reminds me of what Columbus reported on return from his first exploration trip. It is reported that he said: "I started, not knowing where I was going. When I arrived, I knew not where I was. On my return, I know not where I had been."


A dog chasing a jack rabbit furnished real motion. The jack jumps the bar pit easily, but the dog drops into the water, which splashed into the air, the drops glistening in the sunlight. Needless to say, Mr. Jack makes his get away much to the delight of the audience. A cow strolls into view with her calf following. As the cow grazes, the calf nuzzles the mother's flanks seeking the automat lunch. Three planes pass in review and one appears to dip as if in salute. The roar of the propellers plainly audible and perfectly synchronized with the action. No man made sound pictures could be as perfect on recording action and sound. A horse moves into view dragging his rope and stake and then comes a boy, making us laugh, as we watch the antics of the horse as the boy attempts to catch him. Two Negroes come down the road, making a close up, and singing a Negro melody. Six turkeys stalk majestically into view and plainly the gobble, gobble, gobble is heard.


Several buzzards float in ever widening circles, alert for a glimpse of carrion. As we watch their graceful movements, we feel no wonder that man observed them in planning the first man flight. An auto whizzes past our house and two hens with widespread wings and voices squawking in fear, just escape with their feathers intact.


In the foreground of the picture, we see two snow on the mountain plants growing close and as they sway in the breeze, they seem to be dancing and at times they embrace only to break away and resume the dance steps. The school trucks drive across the screen and we hear the shouts and laughter of the kiddies. Presently the bell rings and we see the children line up in formation for passing into the schoolhouse.


A dozen quail fly into the foreground and begin feeding, but the pup, Castor, resents the intrusion and chases them out. They fly away with the familiar whirring sound of their wings. Douglas Whitehead approaches and almost touches the screen and we hear him ask. "Do you wish oysters today?"


And thus the picture fades away for the day. It is, indeed, wonderful that such pictures are ours. A change of the position of our chair and new views are presented. I close my eyes, the smoke from the pipe drifts idly in the air and I wonder if I shall have equal pleasure, when I view the pictures at the "Century of Progress."


Thursday, the Woman's Club met in regular monthly session, enjoyed a splendid program in charge of Miss Bell, collected some needed dues, voted to sponsor a reception to the new school faculty and instructed Mrs. Rena Wright as delegate and Mrs. Anna Crane as alternate to the federation meeting at Midfield to make the usual report of the club activities.


Thursday night a reception was held in the community house honoring the new faculty, which is composed of Messrs. White and Curtis and Misses Bell, Walter, Chapman, Harris and Williams.


Arthur Liggett and C. W. Boeker, who entered the Palacios High School in order that they might enjoy credits, report an interesting first week.


Carl Boeker, who has been ill two weeks, with what the doctor says is typhus fever, is some better and it is hoped that in a few days the fever will be broken.


Mr. and Mrs. Audry Numm and Harold Andres of Houston are guests with the W. H. Gussie family. I am informed that an application has been made for a license so that three-point-two may be sold in this burg. I hope the license will be granted and that the authorities will close down on the home brew industry. It is not fair to require one man to pay a license and allow another to not only make, but sell. Brewers appreciate the value of advertising as is shown by the Houston, San Antonio papers and by the space used in the Bay City Tribune. They know that the way to secure business is to tell the public in an attractive manner the value and quality of the goods they offer. Beer is coming into Texas in train and shiploads, in quantity sufficient to float any ship and it is being rapidly absorbed by a thirsty people. There will be no saloons, in fact, one brewery urges its distributors never to use the word saloon. Beer is going to be as common as the sweetened pop that has been deluging the interior works of our youth for many years. No stigma attached to the manufacture, distribution, sale or consumption of this healthful beverage.


Miss Margaret Holsworth, a teacher in the primary class loaned to the Chicago public schools by this community and who has been spending the summer vacation at her bay side home, returned to Chicago Saturday. She was accompanied as far as Houston by her mother, Mrs. Helen Holsworth and brother, Mason Standish Holsworth. We hope Margaret will enjoy the receipt of a salary voucher every month the coming school year. It would be a grand thing if she could be induced to ask for a year's furlough and take the superintendent of our local school. Margaret is one of our girls of whom we all have reason to be proud.


Messrs. Miller and Whitehead are preparing to supply our people with fish and oysters this season. Oysters are now coming in and are good for the first offerings, but a spell of cold weather will fatten them up and enhance their delectable flavor. At thirty cents the quart, oysters offer an attractive dish at reasonable figures.


The doggone outfit called a train came in on time yesterday for a wonder, but when pulling out with two cars of rice, one of them went off the track and twenty-four hours later is still in the ditch. The engine and crew went back to the main line, but missing number twelve. All mail is late for outside points. We have no guarantee that any will be delivered on time and we shall welcome any change in mail service that promises improvement.


The Matagorda County Tribune, September 21, 1933




Our school opened Monday, Sept. 11 with an enrollment of 106 pupils. These students come to us from Simpsonville, Ashby, Citrus Grove, Prairie Center, DeMoss and Culver. We welcome these students who are transported to our school by four bus routes. The Culver folks are brought to the highway by Mr. Caldwell. It is there that they meet the Simpsonville bus, which [is] a new one, driven by Joe Frank Jenkins who has driven that route for the past two years. Dick Corporon brings the students in from Citrus Grove and the surrounding country; while we have another veteran who transports the students from the southern part of our district, John Ackerman.


The teaching personnel for the school term 1933-34 is as follows:


High School:

Superintendent, T. P. White, Math and science

Louise Walter, History and Spanish

Beryl Bell, English and girls P.E.


Grammar School:

Principal, Elliot Curtis, seventh grade and boys P. E.

Eleanor Chapman, fifth and sixth grades

Vera Williams, third and fourth grades

Nelle Harris, first and second grades


Sept. 29, we hope to have with us Mr. Dinkens, our district supervisor. He will inspect our work and offer criticisms whereby we may profit from past experience. He has asked Miss Bell to work on a course of study for high school English for the state to adopt in all schools. She will serve as chairman of a committee to work out a course for the entire school, her specific duty being to work on the high school course. We as the school wish her luck.


There is some talk about a box supper to be held at the community house September 29. This will be to raise funds to buy some of the many things always needed at the beginning of the term. Let's everyone keep it in mind.


At this time we want to ask the hearty co-operation of parents and pupils to make this the greatest year for dear old Bay View High School. Every one knows that if you have a team of three mules, and one fails to pull its share of the load a greater load, a greater portion of the load is pulled is pulled by the other two. If such occurs in a mud hole, the load is likely to be stuck. The same thing holds true in any organization. Let's not have anyone walking around with a chip on his or her shoulder, just hoping someone will come along and knock it off so we will have something to talk about. If the parents insist on making themselves so completely dissatisfied, that spirit will be reflected in the school room by the products of that particular home. There have been many unjust accusations made concerning a number varieties. We say they are unjust because they have proven as such.


Come now, one and all! Let's all be good sports and forget the things that have happened. Let's remember the parable taught by the only perfect person whoever trod this earth--"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone." We are all subject to mistakes. Remember "Judge not lest you be judged" and "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive our trespassers."


Collegeport Girl Reserves


The Girl Reserves of the Collegeport club met Friday afternoon for the purpose of discussing plans for the following year. The "Little Pals," an organization of the grammar grade girls, were also present. The Girl Reserves agreed to have a meeting every other Friday evening at 1:45 o'clock and having the "Little Pals" present every fourth Friday. Every fourth Friday we will all practice singing.


The next meeting will be at 1:45 Friday, Sept. 22, 1933. Mrs. Martin will be present and will talk to (the Girls) us. We are sure that the members of the "Groman 's council" would enjoy her talk, therefore, we are asking every mother to be present if possible. -- Georgia Hejtmanek, reporter.


The Matagorda County Tribune, September 21, 1933



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


In a very short time, the transportation of mail to this office will be handled by an auto contract and at once the Missouri Pacific will discontinue the present unreliable daily service, for a once each week service which will also be weak. This all means that very likely by December 24 we will receive a Christmas gift of no train, no rails, no service of any nature. We will then be obliged to depend on the Southern Pacific at Palacios or go to Bay City or Buckeye for rail transportation. Either will be tough on shippers of cream and poultry products or any other L. C. L. stuff. It will be costly. We are so isolated at the end of the nine foot sidewalk. We are insulated by the Colorado River on the east and the bay on the west. We are separated from people whose society we wish to enjoy. We are segregated from a portion of this section of which we are a part. We are detached from through traffic. We are set apart and doomed to live at the end of the road and never to see the “race of men go by.” If we go to Bay City, the cost will be three dollars for the round trip and if we go to Palacios, the cost will be three dollars and twenty-five cents, but if we become busy quite soon in the interest in the proposed causeway, the cost to Palacios will be not more than forty cents per round trip. The difference between these figures is the cost of isolation. During the past twenty-five years we have spent about $68,000 traveling from this place to Palacios. If we had during this period, the advantage of the causeway, the cost would have been about $5000. This sum is not the only cost of isolation. We lose the privilege of associations in business, pleasure, religion, education. Those who should become intimate friends in time are strangers. It is a fearful cost for a people to pay. At the railroad hearing in Bay City February 1, 1933, witnesses for the company testified generously, that the present condition of the branch was produced by the construction of our highway. If it be true that the building of county highway No. 3 destroyed our rights and privilege to enjoy railroad service, with express and telegraph, why is it not right and a wise piece of highway business, to give us a crossing to Palacios so that we may continue to use rail, express and telegraph service and increase our satisfaction by the added facilities of gas and electric service.


One of the women readers of the column writes, "I have had two bottles of 'Dinklaker'--and it is about as good as anything I've ever tasted--not bitter and has the best taste--but fifteen cents is too much." Well, Dinklaker is a new one for me. Why may not folk be satisfied with Schlitz, Pabst, Budweiser, Piel, Fred Miller. I wonder if Dinklaker is just common lager beer.


Saturday night, Postmaster Mowery received notice that a representative of the railway mail service would be here Monday to see what could be done to improve our mail service and to receive bids for the operation of a star route between Collegeport and El Maton. Mr. Leake from Houston, arrived Monday, looked over the deplorable situation and received seven bids for the proposed service which he will refer to the Washington office.


September 13 the Collegeport Industrial League received the following from Mr. C. J. Taylor, superintendent eleventh division railway mail service:


Dear Mr. Clapp:


I have your letter of September fourth with reference to your mail service. I will immediately take this matter up with our chief clerk, having supervision over the service in your section of the country and will request him to go into the matter carefully and submit suitable report and recommendation." I am informed that the railroad company soon as it is relieved from the transportation of mails will discontinue the present daily service and substitute therefore a once each week service.


This should insure us to greater activity for the construction of the causeway.


The Thursday Daily Tribune carried an article by an unknown writer about our local school. I hope Tribune readers will read it for it attempts to explain many things of interest. I find that we not only have a bell on the roof, but one under the roof and if we can add to these the other bells there appears to be no reason why we should not have the pleasure of hearing each day the music of a carillon. If "P. E." means practical endeavor, the school will accomplish something worth while, but I see not much in the course that will be of practical value in hustling for shelter, clothes or eats. The local school is not an exception, for the state is loaded with them.


I am glad that Miss Bell is trying to work out a course of study for English. The Lord knows some of the teachers need that course, for there be some of the faculty who could not pass an examination in grammar, spelling, construction or rhetoric. Only last week I read a letter written by one of the faculty in which "choir" was spelled "chior." The latter word is not found in the dictionary, but if it is correct, we better organize a new "Chior." It is no theory that confronts our school, but a serious condition. It is one thing to be good sports, to forgive, to forget, to cease from stone throwing, to judge not and quite another thing to so conduct a school so that pupils may earn and receive credits. I have no children in school, but I am interested in a better school and a full nine months term and I shall in my feeble way support all legitimate efforts by the faculty, the local board or the county superintendent, but there are some things I am strictly agin and so I shall continue to carry a chip on my shoulder and the first attempt to brush it off will bring an explosion.


The schoolhouse, the faculty, the course of study, the truck drivers, and the patrons, have now received a brilliant coat of white. All except the janitor, but then his name is North.


I am informed that Mr. Hendricks has secured a license and is now selling that healthful beverage known as three-point-two. The license is so high, that he must sell large quantities to break even. I fear this excessive license will defeat the reason for allowing the sale. We desire temperance not drunkenness. If the price of beer is too high, it will encourage the continued manufacture of mule and home brew, both of which should be blown off the face of the earth.


Thanks to Hattie, who is mistress of the beautiful pharmacy and cold drink emporium, we took a trip to Bay City Friday intent on distributing a few frog skins among the needy merchants of the city twenty miles from the bay. The clerks of several stores were so affectionate that we tired of being told "Dearie this is divine on you" or "Dearies this is just your type," that we retained most of our change and will buy from a mail order house where they do not know how to spell "Dearie." If I was in charge of a retail store, and heard a clerk use that patronizing method on a customer, the next day there would be a new face and a new voice behind the counter. The miserable wretch at last broke out and said "Just drop that dearie business. I am here to purchase some goods and not to be loved." Same thing in other stores where they sell dry goods. Down at the A. & P. store, Mr. Dickey not once addressed me as "Dearie." I wonder whatinthehell made him sore at me? Oh, well, there be folk and there be folk, for it takes all kinds you know, but when we arrived home we found real folk in the persons of Mrs. Claire F. Pollard, county superintendent of schools and her daughter, Katherine, who is now a Queen of the Air and Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse. They all came to see us, finding the house closed, entered, cooked a delicious luncheon and proceeded to be at home. We were delighted to see our fine friends, but because of our delay in returning, our visit was much too short.


The Girl Reserves, under the leadership of Miss Bell, held a meeting in the community house Friday for the purpose of arranging the program for the activities of the coming year. The Reserves were addressed by Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, on personal hygiene. Miss Bell has demonstrated her value as a leader since the first organization and friends of the Reserves expect some fine business this season. If they don't get results instead of ringing the bell, just ring the bell.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 28, 1933




School has settled into its routine very nicely at this time. Students seem to be realizing from the beginning that they must not put off until tomorrow whet can be done today. They know from past experience that if it is put off, they must do double duty to ever catch up. Keep the good work going, students, and you will complete one of the best years you have ever had with the least effort.


At the present writing, our enrollment has slowly but surely crept up to 120. We still expect to see more enroll as there are some who have to work a while longer in the fields. We are sorry about these students who would like to be in school, but who realize that they must help their parents in order to have the many farm products from which come their livelihood for the forthcoming winter. However, these students will make good pupils when they do come in as they will realize how much they have missed. They too learn the necessity of putting forth every effort to gain their goals. These pupils are to be praised for their diligence and “stick-to-it-iveness.”


Bay View is getting ready for her part in athletics this year. We hope to place ourselves still higher in the eyes of the county. For the past two years, we have let the people know that Bay View High really amounts to something. They have not always found the road up easy traveling, but we get there just the same. Our girls are coming out for basketball for the first time, but we feel sure that they will make a name for themselves.


We had with us for a short time last Friday our county superintendent, Mrs. Claire F. Pollard. Mrs. Pollard is always a welcome visitor in our school as she seems to just radiate sunshine. Her words of praise are always appreciated, and they make us strive to better ourselves in our various lines of work. Come often, Mrs. Pollard, as we need you and your sunny disposition to help us over the pits of discouragement into which we all at times are prone to drown.


Our teachers go to Bay City to make plans for interscholastic league meet Saturday. We hope they will bring us valuable materials back.


Tuesday afternoon after school, Superintendent White called a faculty meeting to discuss plans whereby our school may be bettered this year. Specific playground duties were assigned to each teacher. If these positions are faithfully filled by each one, every child will profit under supervised play.


The primary honor roll for this week is as follows:

Primer class: Alan McCune, A. W. Underwood, Yvonne Oliver.

First Grade: Donato Calderon.

Second Grade: G. R. Hendrix, Hardy Early Ross, Yvonne Miller.


There is to be a school board meeting Thursday night, at which time many things will be brought up concerning the school. Plans will be made whereby all concerned will profit.


Work on the library has begun. The books are to be rearranged and revised, rules will be posted. Librarians have been instructed and assigned to their posts of duty.





A wedding of interest was solemnized Sunday morning when Miss Mamie Franzen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen, became the bride of Mr. Gerald Franklin Wells. The wedding took place at the home of the bride's parents in the presence of the members of the two families. The bride was attended by her sister, Mrs. Dean Merck, who acted as matron of honor. Both the bride and the matron of honor were attired in navy blue gowns with accessories to match. Dean Merck served as best man to the groom. The wedding march was played by Mrs. Arnold Franzen and Rev. M. A. Travis officiated. After dinner, the bridal couple left on their wedding trip which will take them to the Rio Grande Valley and Mexico. Mr. and Mrs. Wells will make their home in Collegeport. The school as well as the community joins in wishing this young couple many, many years of happiness and prosperity.


Rev. M. A. Travis is in Collegeport renewing many old friendships and recalling happy experiences that occurred in the days of yore.


Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Franzen of Houston were week-end guests of Mr. Franzen's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Gust Franzen. They came over to attend the wedding of their sister, Mamie, to Mr. Gerald Wells.


Miss Louise Walter has secured a healthy coat of tan as a result of crabbing.


We are sorry to report that Mr. Vern Batchelder is on the sick list. We hope, Mr. Batchelder, that you will soon be well and can be back at your place of business.


Mr. Raymond Waters was a caller in Collegeport last week.


Due to the muddy roads, Miss Walters is residing in the city this week.


We are sorry to lose from our midst Mr. And Mrs. Humphries and son, and Mr. And Mrs. Biggs.


The sad news has reached us that Mr. J. E. Dickson, who was working for Mr. Hill, died Saturday afternoon as a result of a fatal injury received while cutting rice.


Mrs. Douglas Whitehead is also on the sick list. Carrie, hurry up and get well as the flu is very poor company.


Mr. and Mrs. Dean Merck and son have also been on the sick list.


The Junior Christian Endeavorers enjoyed a lovely picnic Saturday at Kubela's pier. Miss Esther Angeline was their sponsor.


Misses Harris, Chapman and Bell spent the week-end with their respective families.


Mr. T. P. White was a business visitor in Bay City Saturday.


Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis spent the week-end in Austin.


Miss Cybil Adams is very busy checking rice as it comes in.


Rev. Wiley of Houston held services at the community house last Sunday. The attendance was very small as the rain made it impossible for a number of the people who live off the hard surface road to get in.


Mrs. T. R. King and son, Donald, were Bay City visitors Saturday.


Mr. and Mrs. E. A. McCune and sons, Joe and Alan, together with Miss English motored to Palacios Sunday.


Collegeport Girl Reserves


The Girl Reserves met Friday afternoon at the community house for their regular meeting. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, the speaker of the afternoon, was present. Her talk was interesting as well as instructional. We are sorry that more of our mothers did not see fit to come, as we are sure they would all have enjoyed it. We will meet again Wednesday, Sept. 27 to make final plans for the “Round-up” to be held at Palacios, Saturday, Sept. 30. President Rosalie Nelson has called a cabinet meeting Thursday noon at which time plans for the year 1933-34 will be made.--Georgia Hejtmanek, reporter.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, September 28, 1933



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