Editor in Chief - Auldine Williams
Ass't Editor - Emma Kucher
Ass't Editor - Earlene Hill
Reporters - Georgia Hejtmanek, Annette Johnston, Clara Nicholson, George Alice Jones, Noel Adams and Blanch Adams
Official Notice To All Tennis Players.
The tennis courts belong and are for the school. All outsiders who wish to play must play after school hours. We are trying to get players ready and in shape for the tennis matches next spring. We do not mean to be selfish about this matter, but we have the school interests at heart and must look out for everything that upbuilds. Our means for physical education are meager; therefore, we must utilize every bit of the equipment we now have to keep everybody busy. All who wish to play after school are cordially invited to do so, provided you furnish your own balls.
The seniors find their English rather hard at the present, but it has improved since last week. We have completed our "Literature and Life" book and are now studying "The Line Unit." We are told to write a poem for one of our next week's assignments. Wonder why Emma Kucher chose her title to be "A Tribute to Miss Bell?"
Can You Imagine?
Emma being so ticked when Georgia says "Yankee Doodle" is a ballad?
Georgia not wanting to play tennis?
Emma asking if the Quakers and the Dutch were the same?
The Juniors are getting more and more involved in literature. They are now in the midst of Lincoln's famous speeches and essays or addresses.
The geometry class has been getting up their notebooks, which include over four hundred originals. Perhaps there would be half a dozen geometry students reclining in study hall if the time had not been extended.
My! Those "pop quizzes" are getting popular now. Wouldn't it be strange if we forgot to remember to not study our lessons? It does look as if we "Sophs" could be book-readers and not have to study.
Laughs of the Week.
Miss Louise: "So the waiter says to me, "How would you like your rice?"
Mr. Curtis: "And what did you say?
Miss Louise: "So I says wistfully, 'Thrown at me, big boy.'"
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 5, 1934
The Collegeport Young Matron's Club, "The Chatterers," were entertained last Wednesday at the home of Mrs. Pat Richmond. In remembering the approaching Easter-time a very decorative angel food cake was served along with a most delicious luncheon. Three tables of bridge formed a very delightful mode of entertainment. A short business session was called by the president, Mrs. Pat Richmond, and plans for the coming season were discussed by the chairman of the program committee, Mrs. Walter Wilkinson Jr., assisted by Mrs. John Merck and Mrs. Francis Savage. The next meeting will be held Wednesday, April 4 at the home of Mrs. L. Slone this being the regular weekly meeting, when a most interesting discussion will be arranged on current news, authors of interesting books and a book will be chosen. The next program will be a book review.
Those present were Mesdames Douglas Whitehead, L. Slone, Walter Wilkinson Jr., Dean Merck, John Merck, E. A. McCune, Francis Savage, E. Curtis and sister, Miss Irma, J. Thomsen, L. Bullington and J. Hendricks.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 5, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
Pat Richmond says that his father, finding no profit in the hog business, has now transferred his capital to the poultry business.
Ben R. Mowery, our efficient master of the posts, draws on his crooked pipe stem and views with complacency the construction of the sea wall.
Arnold Franzen comes from Houston so spend Palm Sunday with his family.
The Village Blacksmith opines that if the "govmint" ever stops the CWA or PWA, that a revolution will start at once and hundreds will be killed. Some of our patriotic citizens are spending much valuable time worrying about where the money comes from with which to pay the seawall workers. Of one thing I am sure and that is not a cent comes from some of the aforesaid patriotic citizens, for some of them do not have money with which to buy socks.
Sunday, the congregation of the local church voted to call Rev. James Aikens of San Antonio, for half time service in this community. The other half will be spent in the Garwood community.
Bystanders look at Ben Mowery with amazement, as he tells what the weather will be on the morrow. I find myself struck with wonder, as I listen to his wise prophecies, but when I am on my walk home and my mind is once more in repose, I realize that our postmaster knows no more about weather than Frank King or Robert Murry, and they know nothing about it.
Roy Nelson, not content with staying at home and feeding on those famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, is crazy to visit Epsom Downs and put some on a pony. He can make more real cash staying at home and selling fine mutton and lamb quarters.
For the first time since the store opened, Carl Boeker has flung his banner to the breeze and now one approaching the store finds "Boekers Grocery" staring in one's face. Maybe this expense will cause higher prices, but if so, I am assured the advance will be so slight as to cause no pain.
The Citrus Grove postoffice was abolished months ago and yet the other day the Markham office issued a money order to Amos Johnson, payable by the Citrus Grove postoffice. The news did not travel far.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, visited the community Wednesday in the interest of her work.
Frank Cobb was here Wednesday with the new International representative and honored us Homecrofters with a call.
Wednesday night I received a letter from J. F. Barnett, chairman Democratic Executive County Committee, that I had been named as Democratic precinct chairman and asking that I notify him if I would accept the position. I wrote him to read the Bible story of the Captain of the King's army, man of wealth and honor and in possession of everything a man might wish for, BUT HE WAS A LEPER. I am mentally and physically qualified to act as Democratic chairman and I have only one wife and am living with her at present in perfect peace. I only have two children, have never been in jail and never operated a still or done any bootlegging, BUT I AM A REPUBLICAN. This is what a Republican gets for mixing up with Democrats too much. He is bound to become polluted and his political honor tarnished. I trust my friend Jack Barnett will stop his joking with me and get down to business and help put the causeway across so that I may walk across and visit with him.
We were invited Wednesday to a reception in honor of Lieutenant Governor Edgar Witt at the Harrison home in Palacios, but, because the causeway is not open for traffic, we were unable to go. The lieutenant governor will be the guest of George Harrison for balance of the week and will attend the highway meeting at Raymondville last of the week. Writing about the causeway makes me recall that last week a huge truck thundered through town and vanished towards the bay shore. Presently it returned and the driver wanted to know whyinthehell there was no way to cross to Palacios. When informed that although Palacios was only three miles distant but that he would have to drive 32.6 miles he delivered some rather high life conversation. The next day a tourist attempted the same trip. This man had a trailer which was a regular house on wheels. He too, wanted to use the causeway and visit Palacios. On being told how many miles he would have to drive, he said "I'll be damned if I will. I'll go back the way I came." This being the place where every one turns around and goes right out, he did the trick and went out via the "nine foot sidewalk." I am asking Jack Barnett, secretary of the Hug-the-Coast Highway Association how long this condition will last. Only two incidents which are repeated almost daily.
I read in the Houston Chronicle that when the yacht Nouhmahal owned by Vincent Astor left Jacksonville Harbor with President Roosevelt, that it carried as guests Kermit Roosevelt, son of the former president, several other gentlemen and Lytle Hull. The last name will interest some of our old-timers who will remember Mr. and Mrs. Lytle Hull and Russell Hull when they lived here several years ago.
Well, Good Friday passed off in this community with celebrations from morn until night. Children's parties, egg hunting on the school campus, tennis, basketball and an oyster feast at night. This was attended by a good crowd and twelve candidates graced the affair with their presence and I dare say that some of them lost more votes than they gained. Of course, business cannot stop. Papers must be printed, mail service rendered, trains make their time, but it does seem to me that folk should stop for a moment and remember that on this day a man made the supreme sacrifice and that the death of a man who gave everything for us should not be the cause of joyous celebration and feasting.
O, well, the world does move and soon we shall forget that Jesus ever lived or died and we shall become pagans. Guess I and a few others in this burg are backwoods numbers, but I shall continue to observe Good Friday as I have for many years. Children are not receiving proper teaching in the home these days and they grow up careless of the important things in life.
The Woman's Union held their annual bake sale in the Crane Store Saturday. Plenty of pies, cakes, breads, etcetera, but not one noodle. Coffee and sandwiches were served to all visitors who had depressed dollars.
Saturday I received a copy of the Palacios Beacon. It came like an old friend and I read it with interest, for it was filled from front to back with real, neighborhood news. Everything clean and every column was a horn blowing loudly for Palacios. It is a nice newsy sheet and a credit to the town and should have the support of every business man for it is the Voice of Palacios.
The Collegeport seawall project folded its tents promptly at midnight Thursday according to orders and no one knows when work will resume. Thousands of cement blocks have been cast and are stacked near the Mowery home. I am informed that in Matagorda County seventeen CWA projects were abandoned before they were completed, but that the Collegeport seawall project had been protected due to the fact that up to date no CWA funds had been invested in it. This order also affected the project to remove and remodel the station building. The secretary of the Collegeport Industrial League took the matter up with officials of the Missouri Pacific with happy results.
Houston, Tex., March 26, 1934
Mr. H. A. Clapp
Dear Mr. Clapp: Concerning your letter to Mr. Safford of March 17, requesting extension of time in which to remove the old depot building at Collegeport recently donated to the Collegeport Industrial League by our company.
I am pleased to advise you that it is a pleasure for us to grant the extension to August 12th, and may I also add that I trust you will be successful in securing CWA aid for this project.
Yours very truly,
D. P. Pace
Land and Industrial Commissioner
Missouri Pacific Lines.
Had the company not granted this extension, arrangements had been made for the removal before April 12th, as required by the bill of sale, but his would mean the making of two projects, one for removal and one for remodeling and we could not in reason expect that two projects would be approved. We are making one application to cover the removal and remodeling. When the project is complete, this community will have a place for public use which should be a source of pride to every one interested in community growth. Mopac House will be administered by the community board. It is hoped that our people will unite to make Mopac House what it is intended to be, a real place for community use. Officials of the Missouri Pacific have been kind and obliging and have done what they could to aid us in this project. We thank Messrs. Sanford, Pace, McCord and Kenedy for their interest.
The Easter Sunrise Service was attended by about twenty-five people. It was held on the bay shore near the Hurd home. At the Sunday school, sixty-eight faces were counted which was fine considering that the local group is without a pastor.
The famous Ramsey farm has been fenced and some nice shrubbery planted.
Louie Walter still smokes a crooked stem pipe.
Elizabeth Eisel writes me that she is now a hunter of coons of the four-legged variety. Pretty good for a red head.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 5, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Collegeport is a community of clubs. The last is what is known as the Chatterers or Young Matron's Club. It appears to be well named for looking in my dictionary the meaning of chatter, find it means "to talk idly, carelessly, to jabber, to prate." Looking further I find that a chatterer is "a bird so called from its monotonous note; making inarticulate sounds."
Well of course we all know [those] that indulge in chatter. This club will confine its chatter to new books and the authors and from time to time will chatter about local affairs. Under the rules, I am not qualified to become a member for several reasons. The member must be female, under thirty years of age, must have taken on a wart sometimes called a husband, and preferably she should be a mother although this is not a strict requirement so long as there are prospects.
I am [out] on all counts much to my regret.
I received several Easter cards, but none more prized than the written words from one of my women friends.
"And may your Easter-tide be as sweet memories and fond dreams ever fulfilled to the utmost." A sweet sentiment and came to me not on a printed card, but in the hand of the writer. I have several other fine things stored away in the archives from the same reader.
One of the men readers of this column read what I said about belts vs. suspenders. He has for years depended on a belt to hold up his trousers, but after reading my advice and fearing an accident and not wishing to be in the belt-supporter class, discarded his belt and bought a new pair of suspenders and now goes about feeling that safety first is the proper slogan.
For some time, Vern Batchelder, of the Collegeport Supply Company, has had an ambition to hold some sort of demonstration in his store. He applied to several coffee companies, but they all used men demonstrators and having small taste for the society of the male brute, he refused all offers until along came the Nu-port and Nueces coffee men, and they promised to send him as demonstrator a very sweet, beautiful, refined young lady.
Tuesday was the day and the lady was Miss Lee James just as sweet and beautiful as had been promised and could she make coffee? Let the two hundred folk who visited the store that day reply. Miss James knew all about coffee, how produced, how roasted, ground and the latest methods of preparing the brew. Coffee of the Nu-port and Nueces brands was served to all visitors with plenty of rich cream and crystal sugar and as a teaser, sweet cakes. The store was decorated in colors, goods arranged in an attractive manner and the service was refined and delicate. Miss James left here many new friends who ask for a return demonstration. The store is credited as having given the customers a very pleasant day.
Mrs. Carl Boeker has demonstrated that first quality head lettuce may be produced. She has raised heads that weigh 2 1/2 to 3 pounds beautifully crisp and tender. I know cuz she sent me a bouquet the center of which was head lettuce.
Wednesday, the Miserable Wretch was a guest of The Chatterers at the regular meeting held at the home of Mrs. L. Slone over on the slough ranch. About fourteen members and guests were present to listen to the splendid program and business session and partake of the delicious strawberry ice cream and cakes supplied by the hostess.
The MW stated that she had a most delightful time and predict that this club of young matrons will become a valuable one in civic work. The Chatterers meet every Wednesday.
About one a. m. Friday, one of the severest storms of the year visited us. Heavy fall of rain and considerable hail with strong shifting winds and a seven hour thunder bombardment, which was practically a continuous roll.
Ben Mowery told me that he brought his storm as a punishment on me for the reference I made to him last week.
"The wind is a woman who scrubs the sky;
Above her, billowing soapsuds fly.
She grumbles, and lo, it starts to rain
Her mop is swishing against the pane.
She washes the dirt from Heaven's stairs,
Trafficked by men and their selfish prayers.
She cleans the tracking of angel and saint
And brightens the floor with her azure paint.
She hangs her wash rags out to dry--
They're flapping in the eastern sky,
And when her mental task is done,
She plucks her mantle from the sun.
The wind is a woman who loves to fuss,
And tidy up the sky for us.
And so the wind came and cleared the sky and the land was refreshed. Birds began their chorus. Flowers unfolded and cast their perfume on the air for the wind had cleaned up the sky for us. Just to make it a good day, a colored fellow roped an alligator in the swimming pool near the stock yards. It measures eight feet eleven inches from tip to tip. It is alive with jaws bound and is on exhibit at the drug store. If it is kept long, it will be necessary for Hattie to feed it some of that delicious pineapple ice cream.
The annual election for Bay View Consolidated Rural High School district No. 26 was held Saturday with Mason Standish Holsworth, Mrs. Anna D. Crane and Mrs. John B. Heisey as the board. Two trustees terms expired, Vern Batchelder and Gustave Franzen and both were re-elected. The election brought out small interest.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 12, 1934
Editor-in-Chief - Auldine Williams
Ass't Editors - Emma Kucher and Earlene Hill
Reporters - Georgia Hejtmanek, Annette Johnston, Clara Nicholson and George Alice Jones
What a great relief for both teachers and pupils. Examinations are over once again. Only one more test of torture.
We certainly missed Georgia yesterday, but since she was beautifying to please Hilson, we shall excuse her.
We have finished our literature and life book, and are making an extensive study of Milton's "Paradise Lost." It seems to be rather deep, but maybe we can wade through. We hope to enjoy it as much as we did some of the other great writers.
Strange but true--You can always find happiness in the dictionary. The age single people never reach is--marriage.
We are beginning to have a ray of hope now that school will perhaps soon be over. We have done very well in everything except English--but we won't mention our grades.
We are indeed proud of Noel Adams. He went to district meet last Saturday and won first place. He is now entitled to go to Kingsville Saturday for regional meet. We believe that Noel is headed for state championship.
Miss Louise: Is there more poverty now than fifty years ago?
Wade: I don't see how. Four dresses can now be made from one dress worn fifty years ago.
Is Seems As If--
Face-making is Wade's hobby.
Some one would buy some ink, as the high school is out.
We are all going to fail our exams.
We have made a great discovery. The only difference between Tucker and Skeezix is: Tucker's hair sticks straight out behind and Skeezix's sticks up front. Clara and Aunt Mamie: Clara is not married to Uncle Willie, Gifford and Popeye; Gifford doesn't smoke a pipe.
Though exams are over, we are not relieved yet as report cards have to be sent home to father and mother. I am glad to report that very few have failed this six weeks and hope that the next may be as good.
We are now studying "Sohrab and Rustum," which we are finding to be much more interesting than "Lady of the Lake."
Everyone is doing well in commercial geography. We have a ten minute test every day, but they aren't so bad.
Things That Should Be Done in the Future.
Find the meaning of words before exams.
Read the assignment every day.
Walk down the stairs.
Stop talking about cream separators.
Notice! Miss Louise is writing poetry.
Girl Reserve News.
The shower given by the Girl Reserves at the home of Mrs. Douglas Whitehead was attended by a large crowd. Most of the Girl Reserve members were also present.
The Girl Reserves are planning on having a picnic Saturday. A definite place has not been decided upon as yet.
The club will meet today at 2:30 to further discuss the plans for the Play Day at Newgulf, April 28, 1934. The girls will enter with various short topics to help out for the program.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 19, 1934
A white shower for Mrs. Douglas Whitehead and her baby was held at the home of Mrs. Elliott Curtis last Friday afternoon. The house was beautifully decorated in pink and blue and the same color scheme appeared in the refreshments. A large number were present and she received numerous gifts. The Girl Reserves of which Mrs. Whitehead was a member planned the party.
Noel Adams won the class B mile race at Victoria last Saturday. He represents the district in the regional meet to be held in Kingsville at a later date.
The Home Demonstration Club is practicing for their play "The Old Maid's Club." The date will be announced later.
Home Demonstration Club met at the home of Mrs. Guyer Last Tuesday,
April 9. Mrs. Sides was present and different canned food products were
judged. How to standardize products of each individual canner was
explained and different pantries were shown. April 27 was announced as
the day and Bay City the place of meeting for clubs or delegates to meet
and hear a program arranged by Mrs. Sides. Eighteen members were
The King's Daughters will meet with Mrs. Holsworth next Wednesday.
It's fun to be a Chatterer,
When the world is all in rhyme,
It's not fine to be a tattler,
We chatter all the time.
Mrs. Frances Savage was hostess to a very happy group of "Chatterers" last Wednesday. Plans are being made for a banquet in the near future. "The Chatterers" are inviting friend Husband and each couple will put on a stunt. Thus making a very lively and entertaining program for the evening.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 19, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
The bay shore road from the Hurd home to that of the Mowery family is in a dangerous condition near the Goff house, for the waves have washed away the bluff until there is hardly room for an auto to pass. It is feared that some night a driver who is ignorant of the situation will cause the bank to crack and auto and occupants will be precipitated into the bay. A drop of fifteen feet is nothing to be laughed at or even given a sneeze. The tides and waves have nibbled for years, each time taking a toll and now they come back day by day licking the raw shores.
Mr. S. E. Dickson and party went down the bay for a three day fishing trip returning Friday night. His ice box contained fifty or sixty pounds of dressed reds, trout and flounder. The rest of the party returned with the boat to Matagorda, taking for their share as much more. As fine a catch as has been landed this season.
The Woman's Club met in the community house Thursday and enjoyed an unusual program with a report from Mrs. E. A. McCune who attended the district board meeting of the YWCA at Houston, also a report from Mrs. Richard Corporon about the County Federation meeting recently held in Bay City. Mrs. Frank King, treasurer of the organization, complimented those present with a delicious luncheon consisting of tea, sandwiches, cakes and mints. Those present pronounced the meeting of more than usual interest.
We were invited to attend the annual banquet of the Bay City Chamber of Commerce and a friend who used to be a good Republican, promised to drive this way and take us along "IF" nothing happened. Well, something happened April 2nd (OS) 1742 with the birth of a kid named Thomas Jefferson and so Democrats had to have a birthday celebration in Houston and my one time good Republican now wearing the Democratic collar had to attend. Don't it beat all time, that a thing that happened nearly two hundred years ago should keep us from going to such an important event as this banquet. As for my Democratic friend, one time a good Republican, it simply shows that when a Republican mixes along with Democrats, they lost a certain amount of honor and loyalty. This treatment may change my two votes unless he squares himself. Just now I dunno.
We are booked for a trip to Bay City to attend the annual homecoming at St. Mark's Church and I am searching my history to see if any one was born two hundred years ago and in whose memory some affair must be held that will cancel the St. Mark's date.
A shower was given in honor of Mrs. Douglas Whitehead and her son Master Layne on Friday afternoon. It was to have been held a week ago, but postponed because of weather. A large number of friends were present to honor these two good citizens and the gifts were numerous and many of them costly. Mrs. Whitehead (Carey Miller) is our local poet. She had written some beautiful verses. Writing poetry is sort of a disease and it breaks out now and then on me with a fierce eruption that may only be suppressed by putting a sheet of yellow paper in my Corona and tapping the keys. Sometimes I am at a loss for a word to build on and then some one will give it to me. For example, the other day I was discussing our world wide problems with a friend and he finished his argument with "God knows best." As I walked the primrose road to Homecroft, the words jingled in my mind and sitting at my Corona, the following came out:
And feel its heaving breast
I know that God looks after me
And that He knows best.
When I think of the sea of life
And long from distress to rest,
And freedom from toil and strife
I believe that God knows best.
At times I'd like to cut my moorings
And put life's ship to test,
And take to unknown tourings
I wait for God knows best.
It would be a joy to sail away
And steer my ship with a seaman's zest
God will be with me on sailing day
I'll wait for God knows best."
--Fragments From Hack.
The man who gave me the thought is not a religious man as usually graded, but is a serious thinker and he believes as he stated that God knows best. If this is true, does it not teach us the importance of being patient and waiting with faith for God in His way to relieve us from troubles that are vexing us?
When the ship channel was dredged out in front of the Mowery place, Mrs. Ben Mowery was appointed custom collector. Friday a ship commanded by a man named Dickinson came into port with a large cargo of fish. The collector, not showing up, the cargo was landed and the ship master escaped payment of duties. This is a great damage to the port and the result is that congress has been asked to investigate the failure of the collector to collect the import duties on the cargo. I am informed that there is a prospect of a long, tedious investigation, for the collector has offered many reasons for her absence from her post and each reason will call for a separate investigating commission. Congress will investigate, but that will be just a bluff for we all know what happens to a Republican during a Democratic administration.
Mrs. Mowery, port collector, gets a can.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn was here Friday on special health business. She was accompanied by Mrs. Louise Sharp, who is employed in county relief work.
Thursday, accompanied by Judge S. W. Corse, I visited in Bay City. Had a pleasant visit with that hard working man James Gartrell.
Found Charles Langham, A. D. Hensley and Ruby Hawkins on their jobs, but otherwise the courthouse was a grave. Every one out fixing up fences, setting posts, stringing barbed wife. Called at every office. Doors locked. My knock gave back the same sound as if knocking on a grave vault. Some will come back after the 28th with hearts filled with joy and maybe some will have to bury their hopes. I think we have a splendid group of county officers and doubt if any change will produce more efficiency, but when folk demand change, they just might have it.
In precinct three, George Harrison has an opponent. The Tribune, in a recent issue, refers to George Harrison as that "Old War Hoss." In my judgment it's a damn poor time to change war hosses during a war. We have a war on right now in precinct three, for causeway, for sea walls, for a Mopac House and for several other important improvements and we need an Old War Hoss to help them over. An Old War Hoss knows how to buckle down, get in the collar and pull a load so I am hoping that our folk will appreciate the value of the "Old War Hoss" and keep him in the traces. After all is said, most all agree that Uncle Archibald is a swell good Roman.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 19, 1934
By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Just to remind folks that Collegeport Day is May 25, the last Friday in this month. No doubt there will be the usual community dinner by means of which we can meet and mingle together as we have for so many years. It might be a good plan if the woman's clubs would all join together and arrange a sing-song for the day so every one could praise the Lord in song for all that has been ours the past twenty-five years. The Woman's Club and the Union might arrange to sell ice cream and cold drinks of the non-intoxicating, in fact, soft. Just a suggestion and hoping it will develop into a program for the day.
Thursday, Mrs. Lutie Ramsey received a wire informing her that her brother was in a Lincoln, Ill. hospital, the victim of an auto accident and was in a serious condition. Thanks to Melvin Spoor, the local Boy Scout always ready to lend a helping hand, she reached Bay City in time to catch the north bound train and in due time she will be at the bedside of her only brother. Many of us will miss Lutie's cherry smiles and manners and trust that in due time, she will return to continue the operation of the Ramsey farm.
The King's Daughters met Thursday at the Holsworth home down by the sea wall and enjoyed the usual delicious food which the daughters always serve. They invited Judge Corse, thus giving honor to the bench, but neglected to invite the press so this record is only what has been passed out in ordinary gossip.
Thursday, I received a letter from a Palacios business man informing me that a vote for the opponent George Harrison was a vote against the causeway and a vote for George was a vote for the causeway. The letter stated that the opponent and his principal backer had publicly stated that they were not in favor of this very necessary traffic facility and that the writer hoped Collegeport people regardless of personal feelings, would turn out a gorgeous vote for George Harrison, the man who beyond all others is able to aid in the construction of the causeway. I give this as it came to me and trust that certain folk will wake up to the fact that if we ever secure the causeway, we must put aside personal feelings and do our utmost to further the work that is being done at the present time in securing our causeway.
The world has produced many writers, but only one William Shakespeare. Precinct three has had many commissioners, but there has never been but one George Harrison.
We, meaning I and the miserable wretch have at last decided to cast our two votes for Uncle Archibald, so we may be able to walk to Palacios and attend service in St. John's Chapel.
Fred Ballhorst and family take a trip to the Valley this week where he owns a fine orchard property. Returning he will bring a truck load of vegetables and go into the sauer kraut business.
Arrangements are being made for the entertainment of the County Federation of Woman's Clubs early next month and the local executive board met Friday in the library and arranged a menu which will not only satisfy, but cause delightful titillations to course through the bodies of the partakers. Mrs. Hurd, of the program committee, is planning a program which will instruct and delight. Just leave such work to Mrs. Dena, and it is always done brown. It is hoped that members of the state board of health will be present and address the federation.
Friday, the community was glad to have as visitors, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas H. Lewis. Mr. Lewis was fixing up some fences and Mrs. Lewis helped by stretching wire and she is so good at that, that she won the admiration of our women. These people are always welcome visitors and it is hoped they will visit us again when the pastures are green.
Friday, the library was open as usual and many books put out and forty-eight visitors registered in the guest book.
Two men from Groveton drove down Friday expecting to cross over to Palacios where they hoped to enjoy a fish dinner. Much to their disgust, they found the causeway not open for traffic and when informed that it was 32.6 miles to Palacios, in their disgust they decided to go back to Bay City. Not a week passed without such a situation. These men knew T. P. White and wanted to call on him, but could not wait until school dismissed so went their way hoping that the next visit would find it possible to drive over the causeway.
The Girl Reserves took a hike to Wilson Creek Saturday for picnic purposes. I gave Rosalie Nelson, who is the president, high-hatter or main push, an opportunity to invite me, but when her mother, who makes those famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, informed me that no noodles would be served, I lost interest and nothing would tempt me to go with the Preserves. I'll wait until Collegeport Day, May 25, for I believe that I shall have the opportunity to inhale a tank of those nourishing nutritious, strengthening, invigorating, noodles. I'll be there if I can get the cogs of my wooden leg to operate and if not, I'll throw the damned thing away and use a crutch.
As for the Girl Reserves, I'll say "toodle-oo, girls, toodle-oo."
One day, a seed looking much like a butterfly floated in the breeze of Vermont hills and at last dropped to earth in a nice warm, damp place, sprouted, took root and grew into a fine sugar maple tree. This spring the man, on whose land the tree grew, tapped it and from the fluid which flowed from the wound made syrup. A portion of this syrup came to our house during our absence. Did we have pancakes and syrup that night? O, boy, I'll tell you we did and we all enjoyed the treat, including Jimmy.
L. E. Liggett delivered to the Boecker store a head of cabbage that weighed fifteen pounds after all outside leaves had been removed and yet some fellows tell me that cabbage will not do well in this section.
Thanks to the Liggetts, we drove to Bay City Sunday and attended the services of our church at St. Mark's. It was the annual Home Coming of church folk and about one hundred and fifty were seated at the luncheon tables which were decorated with sweet peas in large bowls. The service consisted of morning prayer with a confirmation class of eight and a splendid understandable sermon by Bishop Quin. Sam Selkirk read the lessons in an impressive manner. Reverend Paul Engle assisted the bishop. Flowers on the altar were in memory of Father Sloan. I had the privilege of meeting Mrs. D. P. Moore and she complimented me by saying, "I thought from the important way you strutted about that you were a visiting preacher." Shows that a man may give an impression of importance provided he struts with importance. I know of no man to whom I gave more respect than I did to D. P. Moore. He had a fine soul and was a very generous and patriotic and fine gentleman. Of course, I met many of my friends, too many to mention, but I must mention Julia Austin. That little old sweetheart, now weighs 105 pounds and is worried because she is getting so fleshy. The miserable wretch tips the post office scales at 97 pounds, six ounces, so she too, is about to worry.
Had a happy hour with the Holman family and found my old friend the follower of William the Conqueror look well and we buried the axe for he promised that he would hang no more of my pirate folk. It was a beautiful day. Cloudless skies over head and in our hearts, so we came home along the primrose pavement feeling that we had spent a day of joy, of interest, of instruction and feeling clean and wholesome and ready to take up life at the end of the pavement.
Clifford Franzen here for the weekend. He is a well dressed, clean cut wholesome looking young man and a credit to the community and the Franzen family. Clifford, like Arnold, is making good in his chosen vocation and I predict big things from these two boys.
The Matagorda County Tribune, April 26, 1934
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