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December, 1934

Collegeport School News


Girl Reserve News.


At the regular meeting Friday, the girls chose the various articles that they want to make in handcraft. The girls are planning to donate several things to the Woman's Club bazaar that is to be held next Thursday, Nov. 6. One of the girls had already finished a purse and scarf. It is very attractive. Several of the girls have started on their weaving.


Sport News.


The Collegeport Cubs missed a game last week, but we have one matched with Markham for Wednesday, Dec. 5. We hope to add another victory to our straight win record.


Junior News.


Gee! We sure are glad that our six weeks exams are over. We are very proud of our grades, although they could be better. Miss Parker was as surprised as the geometry class at the grades made on the test papers.


We Wonder Why?


Clara and Wade didn't come to school today.

The boys in the English III class didn't get their English today.

Irwon thought next month was July. Something big must be worrying her.


Sophomore News.


We're back after the swell Thanksgiving holidays in the awful misery of school work. We had a nice little lesson in Spanish Wednesday. We did nothing but conjugate twenty-one verbs in the imperfect subjunctive. We're studying about the restoration of the dynasties in history--and we hope we hope they're soon in place. In English we have taken up the subject of short stories. It may prove interesting after we read some of these stories.


Can You Imagine.


George Alice coming to school and not complaining about indigestion!

Wanda attending school regularly.

Ralph staying "out of de westside" for a certain place near the bay?

Lottie Mae reading her history lesson.

Alice always telling Miss Parker she had up her algebra lesson?


Freshman News.


In English we are studying noun clauses. Last week we were having a terrible time with adjective clauses and noun clauses are easier. In history, we are studying about the Punic wahs and they are beginning to be very interesting.


Can You Imagine.


Lloyd making just a low grade in English?

Glenn saving a place for Rubye Lee and then Rubye Lee refusing to sit by him.

Marjorie being sick during all the holidays.

Milford, Wesley and Harold being Miss Mansfield's Musketeers?


Seventh Grade News.


We are having a tough time in history. Woodie's average is 75 and Mr. Curtis gives us a test everyday.


Mr. Curtis went to Christian Endeavor meeting, but he didn't manage to be the first one to the "eats"--too slow--for once.


We have "The Three Musketeers" in the sixth and eighth grades.


Can You Imagine.


Maud trying to catch Wilburn without a net?

Fred not wanting to draw Marjorie's name for Christmas?

Chester not wanting to give his girl a present.

Charlie not wanting to draw Jessie Mae's name.

Jane not showing her watch to everyone.


Fifth and Sixth Grade News.


Have You Noticed?


Ethel and Dorothy doing the Twist?

Milford beating Arthur's time?

Frances heart broken because Ovin left?

Wesley, Milford and Harold being Miss Mansfield's bodyguard?

Durwood and Frances making eyes at each other?

Ethel crying when Curtis left?


About half the room was absent the Monday after Thanksgiving. It looks like too much turkey.

Bob Ackerman gave a particularly interesting talk on the Alamo, which he visited during the holidays. One thing in particular was amusing to us. After the report, Ethel Nelson said, "Well, Miss Chapman, if the Alamo fell when Santa Anna fought the Texas there, they must have rebuilt it didn't they?"


Third and Fourth Grade News.


Whether it rains or shines, we always have nearly 100 per cent attendance. And the old turkey didn't get any of us, either.


We had a lot of fun putting on our chapel program, although the second play wasn't very good. But Lola B. and G. R. really put on a good show. We have lots of talent in our room.


We're getting ready for our Christmas decorations. And we've names for the Christmas tree, too. We're going to have a party and everything.


Since we are having our P. E. periods with the other grades, we like it so much better. And our boys can really stand up against the larger ones in hitting that baseball.


Primary News.


The primary room is decorated to represent toyland at Christmas time. Our Christmas sand table will represent the shepherd's following the star across the desert to find the baby Jesus.


The chapel program on Wednesday, Dec. 12, will be given by the first and second grades under the direction of Miss Harris, the tiny tots rhythm band will be featured.


Those making all A's this month are Cleo Bond, Erma Lashbrook and Bettie Nicholson.


Miss Harris spent Friday and Saturday in Houston.


Donald King and Alan McCune were Bay City visitors Saturday.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 6, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


When a man brags that he has many friends, he brags that he has enemies. Friends are few and are consecrated in the inner sanctuary of one's soul. On the fingers of one hand, I can count my friends, the kind that would divide the last crust and if needs be, give it all to save my life. I am thankful for them more than words expressed. I am thankful for a roof, for raiment, for health, for wife, son, daughter, daughter Ann and grandchild Nancy and sister Lucy and all my kin folk. For these and other rich blessings, I give thanks to my God and I do it humbly knowing that all I have, come from Him and to Him I am indebted for my next breath.


Yes, I am thankful this day as I sit at our old oaken board and watch the smiles rippling over the face of Mary Louise like shining wavelets on the breast of a quiet sea. We have had a great day and beginning another year I hold up the Cross of Faith and believe that come what may, God will be with me and with those I love.


If I have been correctly informed, it might be well to either have the school bus lighted when it takes another night trip to Bay City, or if this is not possible, place the girls in straight jackets and handcuff the boys.


The last time I saw one of my young girl friends, she was in a hospital, but she evidently has recovered for she writes me from New York where the week back is spending a week-end. She writes that she is very near heaven and that is so, for she rooms on the 30th floor of the Hotel Taft. She wishes I might be there and so do I for we would go out and have a glass of "sody water" and maybe some peanuts.


For twenty-five years it has been the custom of the good folk of Citrus Grove to observe Thanksgiving day with a big community dinner. This year, in spite of the deluge that made rivers out of roads, they kept the custom and although only thirty four were present, a most enjoyable time was had, food was there in generous quantities from turkey, roast goose, to salads and fruits, but the most nourishing and satisfying was a big tank of those famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. No matter what sort of an affair is arranged, it is not a complete success without those noodles. The railroad station building being no more, the dinner was held in the church house where a splendid program was given and games provided other amusement.


The next number on the program will be Collegeport's annual New Year's day community dinner. This has also been held for twenty five years without a break. One year, because of a fierce north gale, driving heavy rain, freezing temperature, and deep mud, only two were present, but they kept the chain unbroken. All hail to the old timers who remember these events each year.


George Harrison, accompanied by chief engineer John Fox, were here Friday inspecting the sea wall. With they had cast an engineering eye on that garage standing in the middle of an important street.


Wednesday night at 10:10, an auto drove into our yard and there we had our sweet daughter, Mary Louise. She was accompanied by Mr. Rege Creede of Bryan who came to seek a goose or two or maybe four. Four days of delight, and then she was gone again, but glory be she will return Saturday night Dec. 22 for a week's stay. Mr. Creede was a faithful hunter Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and at last was rewarded with a big goose and a fat duck.


Two friends of Arnold Franzen down from Houston and with Gustave Franzen, took eleven geese Saturday evening. Dean Merck took one that weighed 9 1/2 pounds and many others were taken the last three days. The birds are here in thousands, but they are shy and approach is not easy.


The Collegeport Supply Company has installed a four story pyramid show stand and on it is displayed as swell a stock of high grade preserved, jellies, vinegars, soups, gelatins, candied fruits as I have seen for many a day. It is a sweet display and a credit to the store.


December 2, 1914, witnessed the marriage of Mr. Lester E. Liggett and Miss Agnes Spence at Buckeye, Texas. Each five years since that time they have entertained a few friends at dinner. Saturday night was the third time friends have met in the Liggett home to honor this couple. Twenty years has brought to them two sons and a daughter so they are well repaid for a twenty year journey on the more or less turbulent matrimonial sea. In addition, they have gathered choice friendships.  This being the china anniversary, most of the gifts were of that ware and they were beautiful and serviceable. Although the day started "brite and fare," the evening was cloudy and held out some threats. Inside the home was comfort, peace, brilliant lights, happy chatter. The table arranged for fourteen guests was ablaze with crystal glass, china, silver and dainty linen, all suggestive of the festival occasion. The menu consisted of shrimp cocktails, cheese wafers, baby cut string beans, roast turkey, with mashed potatoes and oyster dressing, hot rolls and butter, jellies, pickles, fruit salad in orange cups, pineapple jello covered with whipped cream, angel food wedding cake decorated with a miniature bride and groom, coffee. Table service was a delight, as it was rendered by Miss Roberta Liggett, daughter of the house, assisted by Miss Ethel Nelson. The guests were Mr. and Mrs. Burton D. Hurd, Mr. and Mrs. Roy Nelson and daughter Rosalie, Mrs. Helen Holsworth, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Austin Clapp and daughter Mary Louise and Mr. Rege Creede of Bryan. Mrs. Holsworth enjoys the distinction of having been present at the wedding and each of the celebrations. After a most delightful evening, the guests departed thankful of the opportunity to give honor to this family and each one hoping to be on the list in 1939.


Every two weeks, the school holds an assembly in the church house the program being rendered by the different rooms. The Thanksgiving program was under the direction of Miss Mansfield and her pupils. It was fine that Miss Mansfield's toe had so far recovered as to enable her to sit with comfort. Two skits were given, one a Puritan scene and the other of the little boy who dreamed that turkeys were after him well acted by G. R. Hendricks. The turkeys were boys and girls adorned with paper caps and quite realistic. Singing by the school was inspiring and the songs given by little Lola Long were a feature of the entertainment and she could be called the "Crooner" singer of Collegeport.


Mopac house still stands unroofed, unfloored, unpainted, waiting, waiting for word from Austin to begin work. I am in hopes that the word will come before Mopac House is a crumbling mass of decay


Just time to have some of the faith I wrote about in first page. Even if the old pessimists sit on the buzzards roost and croak in dismal tones, I have faith.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 6, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article about Jack Hill and Judge W. O. Huggins.]


I am writing about two men who died suddenly within the past week. One was known as Jack Hill. Jack Hill lived in and near Collegeport for twenty years, but recently moved back to his home place near Nashville, Tenn. Last week he came back to Texas and preparing to begin farming was moving his goods and equipment into the new place when he was taken suddenly ill and passed away in a short time. Jack Hill was a successful cotton farmer.


About the production of cotton, he knew as much as the best. About the handling of cotton from the gin to the mill he knew more than a dozen. He could and did discuss with intelligence, the business of cotton exchanges, the compress, the loading of a ship, the world markets, the work of the mill and he knew what he was talking about. He was an interesting companion and it was a real joy to listen to him.


He loved fine stock, cows, hogs, chickens, but was particularly interested in running horses and of them he was well equipped with race information and horse records. He likes harness horses, but to him they were not in the same class as the runners. He was kind to his helpers and generous to those who needed aid. His outstanding feature was his love and tenderness to his sister with whom he lived for many years. One time during the absence of his sister, we had the pleasure of entertaining him at Thanksgiving dinner and we look back to that time with pleasure. Because of his sudden death, few knew of it until after the funeral service. Interment was in the Collegeport cemetery with some of those who knew him well present to show their respect. He leaves to mourn his death three sisters, one Mrs. Sam Primm, one who lives in Dallas and the one with whom he lived, Mrs. Sallie Taylor and besides a host of friends who admired and respected him. Jack Hill was a fine man. He should have lived thirty years. As one who knew him well, I mourn his passing.


"The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,

The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."


I am informed that Postmaster General Farley has instructed the local office that in as much as there are only three Republicans, viz: S. W. Corse, Mrs. Rena Wright and H. A. Clapp, in Collegeport that he might take action to keep them away from the postoffice as Republicans are not needed. Acting on these instructions, Postmaster Mowery has installed a Mephietis mephitica [skunk] under the post office floor. This should keep Republicans away and it may discourage a few Democrats. I am unable to vouch for the truth of this information except that Mephietis mephitica is there.


All children have read the story of how George Washington did not tell a lie, but this may also be true about our local George Washington. George has been in the oyster business for some time and has become quite a necessity and when he informed me that he was going to move to Houston I wondered if he told the truth. Hope not, for at least one George should be a liar.


...during the home gathering of Mary Louise, she and the miserable wretch talked until a late hour. This was disturbing to me and the next day I was unable to write "Thoughts."


The Woman's Union held their annual bazaar Thursday. Many fine articles were for sale and readily purchased. Oysters in stew, raw and fried, were served with delicious coffee. Because of the inclement weather, attendance was smaller than usual, but receipts were satisfactory. I had the pleasure of meeting a very sweet and beautiful young woman who introduced herself to me as Mrs. Aiken. Not until she added "I am the preacher's wife," did I place her. She had met the miserable wretch and wanted to know what sort of fellow the husband was. Maybe she found out, but any way she is a very interesting, refined, beautiful young woman and in my opinion, the Reverend James Aiken picked her where the picking was good.


Friday evening, a big bunch of geese dropped down near the old rail station site. Dean Merck drove there with three shells and in twenty minutes returned with one shell and two big fat Canadian Geese.


Saturday morning just before sunrise, there were two big flights. One on the east and the other on the west. Soon I heard an automatic belching death to geese and I suppose some fellow took his limit before sunrise. Shooting these days has increased the slaughter of migratory birds. After four days rest, they are tame and easily approached. These birds may easily be protected and at the same time give plenty of sport by allowing the use of only single shot guns. With such a gun, any good sport may secure his limit and the birds still have a chance. What more does a good sportsman want?


I hope Gerald Wells will have some better luck before the season closes for I want to can a few geeses.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 13, 1934


Collegeport School News


Senior News.


The longed for class rings are almost here and we are elated. It has been so long since we ordered them that we hardly know what they look like.


It seems to us that our teachers are getting a test complex. Daily tests in civics, tests in English and a test today in advanced arithmetic.


Miss Bells leaving us has caused quite an assortment of sad feelings. Annette feels that she can best express hers through poetry, Miss Bell should feel honored.


Our senior class is slightly diminished. Noel left us to move to Angleton and Fawn left us for a junior matrimonial career. We certainly hated to lose them.


Sport News.


Collegeport played Markham on Dec. 5 at Markham and won another victory.


The lineup and points of the two teams was as follows:

Collegeport - Adams, L, Penland 2, Kucher, King 2, Liggett 2, Blackwell 7, Adams, N. 8.


Markham - Kilpatrick 2, Darnell 3, Townsend, Darrell, Harger 8, Paige, Farthing 1.


The Collegeport Cubs played Markham again at Collegeport on December 10 and retained victory.


Players and points were:

Collegeport - King 2, Adams, L. 1, Liggett 2, Adams, N. 3, Blackwell 4, Penland.


Markham - Kilpatrick 3, Townsend, Darnell, Harper 1, Teat, Farthing 1, Paige 2.


Girl Reserve News.


Friday the Girl Reserves practiced their folk dances. Miss Carter arrived just as we began and after we were through she showed us some things she had gotten from the Chicago World's Fair representing every country. Her stories of the different countries was very interesting. She also talked to us about our handcraft.


The Girl Reserve Club received hearty thanks from the president of the Woman's Club for our donations to their annual bazaar on December 6. The girls were glad to assist the club as they are always.


4-H Club News.


The 4-H Club is very industrious getting their shoe racks made. They are supposed to have them made by Tuesday, when the regular meeting will be held.


Sophomore News.


We seem to be getting along just fine in all of our subjects. I'll change that. We seem to be getting along alright in everything but history. Mr. Cherry has it in for us. He made us the nicest little promise the other day. He said we'd have a quiz or test every day before our lesson.


Did we like that? I should say not!


You know hints usually grow into something more than that. We know now that we will lose our English teacher. That is almost like pronouncing a death sentence to us. We don't seem to know just how valuable a friend we've got, until we lose it. (We'll certainly miss her even though she was hard on us.)


Algebra and Spanish are coming long just fine. We are almost typical Spainards, due to our splendid teacher.


Seventh Grade News.


Woody was awfully disappointed in his history grade. He made 76 instead of 100.


Mr. Guy Real and Ruby Mae Real were visitors Friday afternoon. We were all very glad to see them.


Mr. Curtis is still giving tests every day in history and geography. We are having a pretty hard time diagramming sentences in English. We sure hate to see our teacher leave us, but we wish her happiness. We also hope we'll like our new English teacher. We have our mid-term exams three weeks after Christmas. We surely hate that.


Third and Fourth Grade News.


Our room is getting ready for Christmas. We have a beautiful tree in our sandtable, paper and cotton Santa Clauses on the windows and one board, colored Christmas trees, pictures, just everything. We like the room all dressed up.


In language the other day, we had to write Christmas poems and stories. Some of them were very good and some were very funny.


We are having our Christmas party Friday afternoon. We've asked the fifth and sixth grade pupils and Miss Chapman to come, too. Several of the parents are coming, too. We can't wait to see all the presents.


And What Do You Know About It?


Fawn and Wade are married.


Mr. Cherry sat on a justice of peace. Tsk! Tsk! What a strong man.


Rosalie insists that an absolute error is something that is absolutely wrong.


Miss Bell wants us to wait and give Fawn a combination shower.


Annette wants to know if justice of the peace marry people--sounds suspicious.


Billie can't stand the cutting up in biology.


Arthur has proposed to a senior girl.


George Alice is becoming more and more interested in a certain young man who drives a model A Ford.


Ralph answered a question in history correctly the other day.


Wanda looks rather sad since Jack left school.


Lottie Mae apparently liked to sit with Wade.


Alice L. and Dan seem to have eyes only for each other.


Alice H. doesn't like algebra very well.


Can You Imagine It?


Miss Mansfield not having a dozen kids hanging around her.

Chester not coming to school to see Jessie Mae.

Charlie not talking to Louise.

Gilbert being proud of making 28 in spelling.

Rubye Lee making 100 in arithmetic.

Woody killing a goose.

Jane coming to church.

Miss Bell not coming to English classes one day.

Viola going to church twice in one day.

Wilburn trying to catch Alice L. without a net.

A Christmas tree without any decorations.

Alex trying to catch Ethel, but not being able to take her away from Kent.

Dora Mae getting mad at Miss Mansfield.

Bernice going home with Dora Mae and then crying to go home.

G. R. trying to catch Lola B., the songbird.

San Antonio detaining Miss Bell.

Coffee making Mr. Cherry stutter.

Billie not being able to draw a parallel line.

Rosalie not being happy the last two Friday nights.

Earlene down with the measles.

Miss Parker being on a rampage.


Road Progress in Our County.

By Noel Adams.


The first roads of our county were only cowtrails. The ranchmen traveled on horseback or in big wagons therefore they did not need improved roads. The ranch houses were long distances apart and when the cowboys and ranch owners wanted to go to town or anywhere else, they would take the shorter route. These routes were the first roads.


When the country began to be populated, graded roads were introduced. At first the roads were only built from one town or postoffice to another and the farmers had to get on the main roads the best way they could. As the population grew and roads became necessary, branch roads were built. These roads suited the farmers at first, but when the towns began to grow, better roads were necessary. The roads were then made bigger and better and were kept dragged so that cars could travel on them with ease. These roads served the purpose during dry weather, but when a rainy spell began, the roads became impossible [impassable?]. The people then began to want a better road bed.


The first improved roads were shell. Some of the main highways were shelled. Others were shelled in the worst places. The first shell roads were built about 1920. The shell roads were a great improvement over the dirt roads, but they were rough.


They served well for the old model T Fords. When the cars were improved, it was necessary for the roads to be improved.


About 1927 the first concrete roads were built. The first good concrete roads that were built was the highway to Collegeport. About the same time, a road was built to Sargent. Then highway 58 was built. This concreted Bay City and Palacios. The highway was then built to Matagorda and several other small branches to all of the small towns. Some of these roads were only nine foot slabs of concrete with a shell curbing. These roads are sufficient to take care of the traffic.


The future outlook of the country roads is very favorable. The Hug-the-Coast has entered the county and is connected with highway 58, therefore it stands a good chance to be extended on across the county to reach Freeport. There is also some talk of a causeway being built across the bay from Palacios to Collegeport.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 20, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


Rosalie, intent on a fresh letter, I thought it the daily epistle, but it proved to be just an abracadabra.


I am informed that an affaire du coeur will interrupt our faculty during the holidays and that we will lose a very efficient teacher. As both of the men teachers are tied up very tight, it must be one of the girl teachers and I am worried about it for do not desire to lose one of those grand teachers. I shall look up the Law on this matter and advise my readers next week or two and when I find out for a certainty, I shall ring the Bell so all will  have ample notice. Affaires du coeur are quite recherche or something like that. Since writing the above, I have been informed that shortly after Christmas, the Law will forbid the ringing of the Bell in this community. Bad cess? to the Law.


The Markham basket ball team came down Friday and tangled with the Bay View Bob Cats and like all the other visitors went home badly scratched. One kid on being asked what the score was replied "we beat him four points." Not knowing anything about points, I offer no explanation.


Wednesday morning, work began on Mopac House and we trust it will continue until finished and ready to be used for community pleasure. The library enjoys a new shingle roof, which was much needed and about half of one side of the main building is shingled. The front gallery roof is in place and it is a long, generous, friendly, sheltering room. Very soon the building will be wired for lights thanks to the kindness of the Central Power and Light Company whose engineers laid out the plan and supplied the material. A suitable location has been provided for a light plant, but up to date, it is not known where or how or when a plant will be arranged for, but be patient good men and women for as one of my readers wrote me "The government moves in a mysterious way its wonders to perform."


Out of those billions that are being distributed in so generous a manner, a light plant will evolve. It will probably pop out from some unknown place.


Two sad incidents last week. While working cattle, a horse fell on Leo Duffy inflicting several injuries which necessitated a trip to the hospital. The young son of Mrs. Charles Williams, taking the cap from a hot tractor radiator, was badly scalded on face, arms, breast and back. Both young men are improving and will soon be out.


I have often read about drinking from the same canteen, but that is nothing to eating on the same peanut bar with Susan Mansfield. She had the bar one end in her chawers and invited me to go into a huddle with her and chaw on the other end which I did much to our mutual pleasure. Eating a peanut bar alone is a joyful occupation but much more so when a peppy girl is on the other end. O, yes, I assure you that her toe is now fully recovered and she sits with comfort.


I can condone the drinking of liquor, the playing of cards, but I draw the line at lying and stealing. We have in this community some who will not only steal anything not securely nailed down, but they will be about the crime. A bar and a thief are outside my pale. Drink your booze, play poker or operate a wheel and I give you my respect, but a liar and a thief something else.


Friday, the Tribune came out an eight page paper, a credit to the publisher and to the county. The editor tells his readers that the issue is a valuable one. That may be so in his estimation, but among my treasures is something of greater value.


It is the first copy of the Weekly Tribune to run on the big new press installed by the Tribune Publishing Company.


This first paper is accompanied by a letter from the editor informing me that it is the first run. I shall keep it and pass it down and fifty or one hundred years from now, my great grand kids will display it with pride. It would be a grand idea if the merchants would use enough space so that the Tribune could issue an eight pager every day.


Wednesday we were delighted with a call from Mrs. Claire Pollard, County Superintendent of Schools. One reason why we delight in these calls is that Mrs. Pollard can talk with intelligence on many subjects. She is [a] well educated woman, a wide reader and an observer. She retires from public life the last of this month, after giving this county several years of rare service. Her friends, realizing her worth, trust that she may find a place worthy of her ability in the schools of the county. We have in our schools many teachers but with most of them teaching is a job for the time being. Few stick the job out for years and years and become devoted to the work.


Better get out the old snow shovel, clean up the coal shuttle, turn out the moth balls from the old overcoat for Winter begins Saturday, December 22nd, at 1:37 in the afternoon.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 20, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


We received from the Ben Milam Hotel, Houston a beautiful and unique Christmas card. Besides carrying an unusual greeting, it bore the facsimile signatures of every employee from manager to bell boys, elevator girls, painter and porter. It was a thoughtful remembrance of a two nights stay in that sweet house opposite the Union Station.


Thursday came George Harrison, Commissioner Precinct Three; Ed Baker, Commissioner Precinct Two and E. H. Taulbee, Diplomat and General Commissioner and useful man. They had enough shot guns to start a racketeering project, two dogs and ammunition sufficient. They fired nine times and took three quail. We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, "et" quail on toast for supper. I "et" two and the MW "et" one. I was afraid to let her have more than one for fear she would get too fat. A fat gal is inclined to be lazy. We discussed the causeway project, but it seems there are some complications. We must procure a right of way and that is where our friend Taulbee comes in. He not only knows what a right of way is, but he knows the way to right. I hope he will get busy on this right of way so that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk across to service at St. John's Chapel in Palacios.


The roof is on the Mopac House, windows in place and this week the cement floor will be laid. Not long now before we hold open house.


Sponsored by Mrs. Cherry and the Misses Parker, Mansfield, Chapman, Harris a shower was tendered the retiring teacher Miss Beryl Bell. The affair, a most brilliant occasion, was held in the sweet Hurd Bay Shore home which was tastefully and artistically decorated with greens and flowers. The central piece was a big tree over which presided Elliott Curtis as a Santa Claus. Refreshments consisted of tea, cakes and wafers. About sixty women were present in spite of the inclement weather. Out doors a continuous drizzle fell, while inside it was a pouring rain for the gifts were not only many but costly. It was a fitting climax to several year's service Miss Bell has given the community as a teacher. She has been loyal, hard working, efficient and her place on the faculty will be difficult to fill. Not only has she done most excellent work in the school room, but she has been in charge of the Girl Reserves and led that organization effectively and potently. Miss Bell leaves the school room to study Law and it is with genuine regret that the patrons of the school see her leave.


Heard at the post office a high school girl asked Mr. Mowery "has the mail came?" Mr. Mowery informed her that it was not due for twenty minutes and as she passed out, she met another girl who asked "has the mail came?" and the first girl replied "the mail hain't came yet." Why send kids to school when they can easily learn such English at home.


The school closed with a blaze of exciting programs. Miss Mansfield had her room decorated with a Christmas tree on which hung a gift for each pupil. An interesting singing and reciting program was rendered. Miss Mansfield was very thankful that her father contributed about thirty small rubber balloons, but much to her dismay when inflated they not only bore the slogan, "Merry Christmas" but "Trade at Penney's." she need not have suffered any consternation for that was a good advertising stunt. At one time fifteen autos were parked about the school and Mopac House. Most of the kids expressed themselves as glad school was out, but one bright, intelligent girl told me she never was glad and that she wished school would continue without vacations as she desired to finish and begin to prepare herself for a teacher. That girl will travel far. Lots of difference in girls. By six o'clock the campus was deserted and all teachers had pulled out for home ports. Observing the kids actions and language while hanging about the post office, one is shocked at the rudeness, lack of refinement, utter disregard for fine things.


Orrie [Orie?] Collins family are rejoicing over the arrival of a big fine boy [Orie Arthur Collins, Jr.]. Only yesterday, the mother (Lera Hunt) was tripping past our place singing her way to school. The Clyde Ware family also had a near Christmas gift in the arrival of a baby girl. It makes small difference how many folk move away, we manage to keep up with desertions and have a surplus and thus the burg grows.


I received three Christmas gifts that could not easily be placed in my stocking which hung at the fireplace--a cord of wood--a splendid Christmas tree--a twelve pound cheese.


All of my life I have hoped that some time I might possess an entire cheese. It is here, a Christmas gift from my beautiful and wonderful sweetheart who spends most of her time on the banks of the Chicago River. This cheese is five inches thick, ten inches in diameter and weighs twelve pounds. It has been ripening in storage so long that it is covered with delicate gray mold making beautiful figures and designs which delight the cheese lover. Using a sharp knife, I cut deep into its golden breast and then I sniffed. O, ecstasy! I tasted. O, lovely cheese! It was a real old cheese a fit home for skippers, sharp, crumbly, tantalizing and thanks to the god of good cheese, it melts down into a soft, yellow, golden cream that flows over toast like molten gold and makes a glorious rarebit. I could not put it in my stocking, but I know where I'll put this grand cheese, a Kraft-Phenix product.


The good ship Sea Haag dragged its anchor and went ashore on a bar near the Mowery home. There it rested until Friday. On that day Miss Bell had a final meeting with the Girl Reserves. It was a flood meeting and the flowing tears ran down to the bay and raised the tide sufficiently so that the Sea Haag once more proudly floated at her moorings.


Saturday night, well any way, about that time, came our wonderful daughter, Mary Louise. She arrived to be exact at one in the morning of the 23rd accompanied by John Fox, Muriel Fox, Alnee Hall and Patricia Martyn who drove to Bay City to meet her at 11:43 p. m. Well having that big cheese it suggested a rarebit, so I made one big enough for seven and when the platter was slick and clean and the soldiers all dead, it was three in the morning and so to bed. Now comes a week of happiness.


Sunday morning came Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Franzen and Clifford also Louise Walter and husband, Raymond Waters. All these children coming home make me think of homing pigeons seeking the home loft.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 27, 1934




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