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May, 1934


By Harry Austin Clapp


Saturday night as I sat on the top of the mountain, known as Precinct Three, and viewed the results of the white Man's Union Primary, the thought came to me that quality was what our people recognized and were determined to hold. As I mulled over the word quality, I confess that only in a vague way did I know what the word meant, so to my dictionary I fled and this is what I find. Quality means, to fit as for a place, office, occupation or character; to furnish with knowledge, skill, or other accomplishments necessary for a purpose; to supply with legal power or capacity.


William McKinley once said "I do not prize the word cheap. It is not a word of hope. It is not a word of comfort. It is not a word of inspiration. It is the badge of poverty. It is the sign of distress. Cheap merchandise means cheap men. And cheap men mean a cheap country." This is strong language, but true! It is applicable this day when we seem forced by trying conditions to have become crazed for cheapness.


As I watched the returns come in and was assured that our present commissioner had been returned, I knew that the people of precinct three desired quality and not cheapness; they desired progress and not delay; they desired the fulfillment of promises already made for certain basic improvements which mean so much for the comfort and prosperity of us all; they desired to rebuke, chide, reprove and reprimand, those who in their political ambitions sought to undo the accumulated work of twelve years of toil and faithful and sacrificial public service.


It has taken twelve years for the present commissioner to accumulate a statewide acquaintance and contact that has enabled him to bring valuable aid not only to this precinct, but to the entire county. By reason of this contact and the personal relationship he has established among the big men of Texas, he has been able to render to his home folk a service that has attracted the attention of the entire state and has been considered illustrious by men who are able to discern quality from cheapness. This has been willingly, gladly and joyously, been brought home and laid at our feet in a generous, loyal banner and the vote just tabulated is our reply to the offering. This man is recognized by most of our citizens as one of the outstanding characters. If all the accomplishments of all who have gone before were rolled up into one bundle, it would fail to equal the service this man has rendered. A great work is just ahead. It is a work that means expansion of opportunity for our citizens. It is a work that means the attraction of a multitude of new folk. When complete fortune will smile sweetly on the people who have chosen this section for their homes. The causeway. The dream of a life time! The boulevard road to Palacios Point. Burton Hurd's vision of more than a quarter of a century. The seawall now being placed in position and the same protection planned across the bay. The Intracoastal canal, the opening of Oyster Lake for easier entrance and exit not only for boats carrying fishers and hunters, but for a greater volume of sea water. The remodeling of the old railroad station into a beautiful structure to be known as Mopac House and devoted to the pleasure and delight of our people.


All these have drawn closer since the vote has assured us that the man whom we honor, is to be continued tin our service, and that plans now under way will become real.


This is the day when Palacios and Collegeport should realize that the destiny of the two communities is bound in one single purpose and that they should co-operate, co-ordinate and cohere, for the common good of the empire God has placed in their charge.


Working together the two communities will be able to develop a situation that will bring profit to both. Nothing, I am sure would do more to crystallize sentiment and encourage confidence between us. It may be too early to predict, but I hope some day there will be no Palacios Chamber of Commerce or Collegeport Industrial League, but a Twin City Chamber of Commerce. This will wait until the interested communities become greater in character. Let us not forget, that although we may possess soil, climate, seawalls, pavilions, boulevards, causeways, these things do not count as does the spirit of citizenship. We must be willing to give our intelligence, our courage, our time, our effort, and each do his full share of the overhead and thus contribute to the common good. This is the yard stick of civic quality. For the next two years, let's play "Follow the Leader."


My friend, Louise, brought me a gallon of fine fresh shrimp. Mighty sharp of Louise to remember that I like shrimp. Not many girls are as sharp. Last week I mentioned that Mr. and Mrs. Thomas H. Lewis were here fixing up fences and now comes a letter from West Texas asking when the Lewis folk started farming. For the information of the writer, will state that the Lewis' were putting up what is known as political barbed wire, a contrivance used by candidates to keep voters from roaming around.


Dean Merck driving tractor and hauling planter on which rides his father. Planter clogs and Mr. Merck endeavors to clean it out while planter is running, using his fingers. Result, one finger gone. Moral is keep fingers out of gears especially when in operation. Mr. Merck was taken to Palacios where the necessary surgical work was done and he returned home feeling fine.


Dewberries are plentiful, but ripen slowly. Bushes loaded with green and red berries. Nearly every one who has a conveyance of any sort is our scouring the pastures for this fine fruit.


Thursday night the canning club produced "The Old Maid's Convention" for the purpose of securing funds with which to pay the expenses of a delegate to the A. & M. short course. About one hundred, including several candidates, witnessed the show and the box office disclosed that fifteen frog skins had been collected. The show was a scream especially the antics of the maker of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. The club being quite bloated by the success of this presentation will no doubt put on another some time in the future.


Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Hensley were here Thursday and we had the privilege of a short time but delightful visit with them. They stayed overnight the guests of the Franzen family and attended the "Old Maid's Convention."


Mrs. Ruby Hawkins and Rudolph Kleska sit in their offices with satisfied smiles for they each received more votes than any other candidate.


Harris Milner will continue to lock up the jail house.


Several new faces will appear in the courthouse next year.


A caravan consisting of thirty-five gypsies each carrying his grub suspended on a stout stick left her for Newgulf to attend the Romany Rye gathering of the Girl Reserves. They moved in Joe Frank's school truck at about thirty miles per hour instead of walking as most gyps do. Our local Girl Reserves are getting quite active.


Just heard that Superintendent T. P. White has arranged to go with the Hungerford school next season. Wonder who will be superintendent next year? Hope the board will secure the services of a real college degree man, who is married and who will become identified with our community life. There are men of that type to be had and we may have such a one if the board take some time and use good judgment.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 3, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


Over here. Yes, here in the Magic Bottle. An empire two hundred square miles. one hundred twenty-eight thousand acres. Acres of beautiful prairie, gorgeous woodlands, rippling streams, glistening lakes, shell beaches, dancing waters. Twenty thousand cattle graze along the streams and on the luxuriant prairie grass. Here sixteen hundred fine folk have builded their homes and are tilling the soil, grazing cattle, living clean lives. Thousands of acres of rice, cotton, corn, feedstuffs, finding plant food in the rich soil and responding to the warm rays of the sun produce yields that delight the grower. Here are several varieties of soils adapted to the growing of fruits, vegetables and grains.


The Victoria clay and the Edna series predominate, but such is the variety that the grower may select the soil must suitable for the crop he desires to produce. Rainfall is about 42 inches per annum and most of the time fairly distributed. If it be true, that climate is the measure of an acre, certainly here may be found the climate that measures the acre in generous degree. The Intracoastal Canal will soon be built through the southern portion of the Magic Bottle crossing Oyster Lake for a mile, opening that fine fishing ground for boats, drawing fishing possibilities. The state highway commission will build a fine bridge across the canal which will give access to the finest shell beach on the coast. And remember this, that the canal means complete water transportation from all upper Mississippi and Ohio river points, for an immense tonnage with consequent savings to the public. There will only be two bridges in Matagorda County, this and the one at Sargent. Oyster Lake will continue to be a big fishing and hunting ground of 2500 acres, easily accessible by the new bay shore highway. Here in this empire is located Collegeport with its rural high school and its faculty of seven teachers. Quite a jump from the one teacher school. First class grocery stores, a palatial drug store, two blacksmith shops, a real garage, a food shoppe. The community supports several clubs among them being the Collegeport Woman's Club with its beautiful library containing 1600 books, free to the public, the Woman's Union, the King's Daughters, The Canning Club, The Collegeport Industrial League. All these organizations are interested in continued development.


The fly in the ointment is the fact that access is by means of a nine foot pavement which ends at the civic center and that means that every one driving here is unable to cross over, but must turn around and go back.


Over there? Yes, over there, is Palacios, three miles distant but really 32.6 miles of driving. The City by the Sea. A thriving town with high ambition. A town of good schools, lights, gas, pavements, one highway No. 58, churches, theaters, manufacturing plants, ice plant, high grade folk, backed by as splendid a land situation as exists on this side. It has many things to give us and it is willing to give, but is prevented by a natural barrier which man has the power to remove. The two communities have common interests. They should be closely united with ease of intercourse.


When the causeway is open for traffic, a new world will be opened for the people on either side. Judge McNabb probably knows as much or more about the water situation than any man in the county. He told me recently that a recent survey showed that the distance from bank to bank at the foot of Central Street across to the old college was but 4720 feet and that by reason of the shallow shores on each side, a solid embankment could be built on either side, by dredging material from the bay, so that piling construction of the proposed crossing could be cut to 1500 feet. This is all that is required to eliminate a situation that is irritating, that lessens happiness, pleasure, business. This construction means giving to us the things we desire and need and it means giving the over there, opportunities they do not enjoy.


The time is ripe for a business campaign. The fruit is ready to pick and all that is required is co-operation, co-ordination, cohesion. Will the people over here and over there be wise enough to grasp the present opportunity and forever rid themselves of the impediment to progress?


A. E. McCune and S. W. Corse have obtained from the Texas A. & M. experiment station a small quantity of Honey June Sweet Corn. It is the ordinary Mexican June corn, with the starch bred out and the sugar of sweet corn bred in. The size of ears is retained and it has a tough hard shuck which lessens worm damage.


The Collegeport Supply Company has installed a very large and beautiful Superflex refrigerator. It stands about seven feet high and is operated with a kerosene flame. Storage space is generous and when I saw it, the place was filled with good things. Goods are tastily displayed and everything clean and fresh and the store is a credit to the community at the end of the nine foot sidewalk.


A letter received Monday night from Mrs. Lutie Ramsey states that her brother died from internal injuries received when an auto ran into a team and wagon he was driving. Her many friends sympathize with Mrs. Ramsey in the loss of her only brother.


We have two grocery stores but rural grocery stores of the first class and fully affiliated. When the Collegeport Supply Company closed the store Tuesday night, a pocketbook was found. As it was about eight inches long by six wide and quite flat, it was diagnosed as being a ladies'. Fearing it might be taken before the owner reported the loss, it was placed in the new refrigerator. Soon after, it was noticed that the temperature rose rapidly until at last the thermometer registered more than one hundred degrees. Search for the reason for this unlooked for curious effect failed, until at last Mr. Vernon opened the purse and found in it several hot checks and a sack of tobacco. Wednesday morning, a member of our school faculty called and asked: "Did you find my purse which I left there last night?" Why should a school teacher have hot checks and a sack of tobacco? The refrigerator is now working in a normal manner.


The quarterly meeting of the Matagorda County Federation of Women's Clubs complimented Collegeport by meeting here on Saturday, May 5. What the meeting lacked in quantity, is made up in quality for the women who attended were there for a purpose. Collegeport is proud of the fact that the president is a local product and that Ruth Braden, now known as Mrs. Matthes, was reared in this place. Ruth is a splendid president and I am nominating her for a second term. Programs were in form of a flower basket and from each peeped a bunch of bloom. This, as well as the arrangement of the program, was the work of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd. The morning session was devoted to business, club reports, standing and special committees and at 12:30, it was adjourned for luncheon, which was served in the dining room and the menu consisted of pressed veal loaf, baby string beans, potato salad, beets, pickles, Parker House rolls, lemon pie and coffee. The tables were beautifully decorated with flowers of many colors, the perfume of which filled the air with delight. The afternoon session opened with a comedy, skit and take off on the work of Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse and called "The Clinic." Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was not only the author, instigator, but impressaria, so for its quality in comedy, no other words are required.


Mrs. Hurd was Doctor E. Z. Mark, Louise Walter the dentist, Mrs. Roy Nelson took the part of the Negro wench, Melinda, Mrs. McCune nurse assistant, Vern Williams office aid and balance of the personnel were patients suffering from all ailments common to the human race. Mrs. Dorothy Corporon impersonated Mrs. Martyn and as each child came from the operating chair it was presented with an all day sucker. The program as announced was on health and hygiene and Mrs. Martyn had arranged for the state department of health to be represented and she introduced Dr. Charles Reece, who discussed the dangers of many diseases and how they may be prevented. Dr. M. O. Gips, sanitary engineer, in charge of fifteen counties with office in Yorktown, told how homes may be made mosquito, fly and rat proof giving prevention from diseases carried by insects and rodents. Dr. Geiger, county sanitation and Dr. Scott, county health officer, also addressed the meeting. These addresses were filled with interest and instruction and we feel grateful to Mrs. Martyn for bringing such talent to us. Mrs. Martyn read excerpts from her report which will be published in full in the local papers. Mrs. Leola Cox sides, county home demonstration agent, read her report showing the value of the work done in canning, preserving and home remodeling. I had the pleasure of greeting some of my friends, Mesdames, Duffy, Taylor, Stewart, Baker, de St. Aubin, Porter, Woods and many others. I sat as close to Jean Steele as she would permit for she appears to be a comfortable sort of fellow. Much to her disgust, the miserable wretch was not able to attend, for she during the last week has not been up to the usual standard, but she was not forgotten for Rosalie Nelson and Frances King brought her a full plate of the delicious luncheon. The meetings of this organization of course, in a business way are valuable to the county, but the finest work it does is the bringing together the women of the county in social intercourse. They have an opportunity to get acquainted, to rub against each other and acquire a polish.


Matagorda County is to be congratulated on having such efficient workers as Montague, Sides, Martyn, Geiger and Scott. These people are carrying a message to Garcia.


When the county court built the bay shore highway to Palacios Point, they no doubt thought it was the correct thing to do, but little did they realize the tragedy that would result. The building of the Intracoastal Canal through Oyster Lake one hundred thirty feet wide and nine feet deep, let in large quantities of sea water with result that fishing was so improved that there was fine fishing at the dam site, but now there is no fishing by a damn sight for last night the damn broke. I am informed that a wall of water one hundred and thirty-nine feet high swept through that bayou and carried thirty-seven of our most progressive citizens with it way out into the bay. Some who could swim got to the causeway, some landed at the sea wall and others were picked up by boats. Oyster lake is today as it has been for years, a quiet, peaceful sheet of water and affording good fishing for those who enjoy the sport.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 10, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


There is only one thing that prevents Dorothy Corporon from being a county health nurse and that is a trifle of education. Saturday, she learned the first requirement and that is how to hand out all day suckers. Without this information, a nurse is just not. Now if Dorothy will learn to jibber or gabber about toxoid, tonsils, teeth, itch, she will belong. It is not necessary to know much about these things for 99 per cent of those she talks to know nothing about the business.


Soon as I have a bit more confidence in Mrs. Hurd, I shall ask her to examine and if necessary to operate on my wooden leg, for she has the tools and I believe she has the skill. When I am operated on, I desire Carmaleta as my night nurse for she is a comfortable wretch.


The Girl Who Thought She Was Forgotten would console me while waiting for the surgeon with her axe, meat saw, and butcher knives. Miranda, the Negro wench, would sterilize me in a complete manner and I hope she will nourish me with a tank of those Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles, if she knows Carrie makes 'em.


Mrs. Carrick is not much in size, but she sure raises fine babies. When Louise Walter, as the dentist, takes her x-ray glass and looks down my gullet for diseased teeth, my head will be close to her breast and I can clearly hear the ringing of happy wedding bells. Listening to the tinkling of the bells, I shall feel only exquisite pleasure as she yanks out my teeth.


I am very sorry to report that Miss Bell's preserves were all horribly mutilated and required treatment of an extensive kind. Some has busted hearts, some had fingers mashed because they monkeyed with the gears, some had an itch for something they did not know the nature of, but they wanted it. All received first aid and were returned to the charge of their sweet and capable leader, the girl who always rings the bell.


Thoughts About Quality brought two replies, one from West Texas and the other from East Texas, the land of "hawg eaters and rosin chewers." The first wrote "Your Thoughts About Quality were well written and read easily. It was a well merited tribute to the splendid gentleman Geo. A. Harrison." The other wrote "One time the United States Supreme Court was called upon to decide what was meant by good will and they gave this definition: "Good Will is that thing that causes a satisfied customer to return to the place where he has been well treated." I am therefore congratulating the voters of precinct three for the vote of confidence given George Harrison and it shows they know how to return to the place where they have been well treated." It sure pays to advertise in the Tribune.


The Case family of four, Mr. and Mrs. Orrie Collins (Lera Hunt) and Mrs. Bert Hunt left Saturday, May 5 for the place where the rainbow dips into the pot of gold, or in other words, California. We trust they will be able to dip into the pot and return with filled pockets. They should have waited until the causeway opened for it would have saved several miles of travel.


May 25, 1934, is Collegeport's Day. For twenty-five years the people of the community have assembled and enjoyed a community dinner in honor of the town's birthday. This year it is hoped that not only all the original citizens will be present, but many newer friends from all parts of the county. Everyone will bring the luncheon, throw it together and enjoy the noodles and other good things. Perhaps a song service praising God for what has been given us the past quarter of a century.


Met Arnold Franzen at the Palatial Pharmacy Saturday. He is here the week-end to honor the woman who gave him birth. Talking with him, I said "I was sorry that Mr. T. J. Donahue had been retired from the Texas board of directors" and Arnold said, "Oh, well, he was getting too old to make the frequent trips to New York." Looking at Arnold, I said: "Some day folk will say well they retired old man Franzen yesterday. He was getting too old to make the frequent trips to the meeting of the Texas Company board." This is my prediction, but I know that when the time comes, this boy will have some tobacco in his tobacco box.


Well, anyway, while we were there, we put a few shingles on the leaking roof of the Palatial Pharmacy and I suggest that our folk, when desiring a cone, a coke or an Angel's Delight, go down there by the yards and allowing Hattie to serve thus put more shingles on the leaking roof.


My friend Andy brought me a big catfish the other day and by a queer coincidence, the identical fish was shown in the Chronicle the same day. It was a Gaff Topsail catfish considered the delicacy of the catfish tribe.


The miserable wretch is an old-time catfish eater and she soon disposed of Mr. Gaff Top-Sail.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 17, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


The miserable wretch went to Bay City Thursday and left me alone with two female callers. Shows the trust a woman has in a man, but had there been one woman in place of two, the trust might have been strained. I never was much at building a harem, but one at a time and O, boy. The aforesaid M. W. reports that Bay City reminds her of an aunt hill. Folk scurrying about as if chasing some thing so elusive that it is never caught. Men with protubering embonpoint slouching in office chairs, others with hanging bellies, parading the streets vainly attempting to hold up their trousers with a belt. Such men need an anchor to windward, such as suspenders or some day there will be a scandalous tragedy. Women with hard faces, painted to resemble a cheap fresco, walk the streets or loll in an indolent manner in parked cars, when they are not driving furiously around the square. Snippy clerks, hard faced dealers, little girls trying to ape the manner of their elders. Small boys sucking cigarettes. Dogs with wagging tails. A city marshal looking for Barrow, sheriff with an eye out for Dillinger. A brand new postmaster with stamps still at three for nine cents.


A fine, polite clerk in the Piggly Wiggly served her with hamburger as if she were a duchess and almost kissed her hand as she paid the bill. Proves that rules have exceptions. But over it all, crude as is this village twenty-five miles from the bay, there hovered a loveliness almost indescribable, as if in benediction on the heads of the foolish struggles to grab another ladder step. No words that come from the keys of my Corona are adequate to describe a certain lovely overhead that makes Bay City a very charming city, full of enchantment and potential possibilities.


Friday, May 25, is Collegeport Day, when for the twenty-fifth time our folk come together in memory of that day in 1909, when our fair ones danced to the music of the rice grower's band, and W. S. Holman and Thos. H. Lewis nominated each other for the governor's chair. It will be a fine time for members of the courthouse ring, to come down and show us that at times they can visit us when they don't want something from us. I suspect, however, that none of them will come around until the year 1936 and then with glad hands and merry pats they will attempt to frolic with us and prove their interest in the causeway. Will they come? I fear not for they are too busy, mulling over local scandalous gossip.


A sensation would be created if Amos Lee would put on a coat and drive down and mix with the local burghers. The sensation would be the coat and not the presence of this capable official. Amos can not be called ubiquitous, for he is never found in any place except the cubicle in the northwest corner. Collegeport never looked lovelier than this May day. Flowers blooming on prairie and along road side. Crops bursting into luscious growth. The glassy, silent bay, with softly lapping tides nuzzling the shores. Fish joyously leaping into a moment of sunshine. Birds filling the air with song. Children ready for the summer time vacation. Folk of the district housed, clothed and fed. When the causeway is open for traffic and we can see the world and his wife go by, we shall forget heaven and turn with a satisfied eye to gaze upon that which is ours. O, yes, brother, God has been good to us.


Last week, commenting on a letter from East Texas, my copy read land of the "haw eaters and rosin chewers." The type man thinking I did not know what I was writing about added a "G" to the word haw so it came out "Hawg eaters and rosin chewers!" Perhaps those folk do eat hawg. I hope they do, but they are known as eaters of the fruit of the hawthorn bush and hence are known as "haw eaters." Don't want my readers to think I do not know the difference between a "hawg" eater and a "haw eater." Maybe the type man never heard of the haw fruit, but he now has learned one new thing.


There is a woman in this community who has earned the right to wear an Angel's Crown. She is entitled to the words of commendation "well done thou good and faithful servant." She lives on the southeast corner of block 102 and her name is--O, well go down and see this fine Christian woman.


The senior class of two were honored with a banquet Friday night in the community house. It was almost an Adamless affair for although the male invitations were confined to the two men teachers, the superintendent failed to be present, so Mr. Curtis was all alone with thirty ladies. A royal menu was served and the affair was very joyous.


The school board held a meeting Thursday night and discussed the engaging of teachers, but because this is no business of the taxpayers, no information was given out. All meetings of the board are secret sessions. If the reader does not believe it, ask for information from any member and see what the result is. Just evasion and nothing else.


About one hundred assembled Sunday night to attend the baccalaureate service in honor of the class of 1934 of the Collegeport High School. The sermon was delivered by Reverend Black of Markham. The thought the speaker sought to convey was the running of life's race and the proper preparation. The music furnished by Mrs. Liggett's junior choir was enjoyed by the audience to the utmost. Wednesday night will witness formal graduation exercises.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 24, 1934


Collegeport Girl Reserve Senior Banquet

The Girl Reserves scored another triumph with their banquet for the seniors, Emma Kucher and Georgia Hejtmanek, Friday night at the Community House. The following program was given while the dinner was being served:

Group Singing--All.
What Our Senior Year Has Meant to Me--Emma Kucher.
What Our Friendships in School Mean to Me--Annette Johnson.
Our Teachers, Their Influence For Good or Evil in Our Lives--George Alice Jones.
Reply--Louise Walter.
The Right Standards For the Modern Girl--Mrs. Corporon.
As Our Class Disbands--Georgia Hejtmanek.
Reply--Mr. Elliott Curtis.
Installation of officers--Girl Reserves.

The menu read:

Wiggletails, Salties, Foul Tip on Bass, Grounders, Freshmen's Fingers, Modified Cartwheels, Redheads, To Brace the Faculty, Weep With Us at Leaving, Senior's Delight, Sweet Girl Graduates, (but it was really shrimp cocktail with saltines), followed by chicken a'la king on toast, green beans and green potatoes and pickles. There was pineapple and cheese salad and iced tea and it was gloriously climaxed by strawberries in jello with whipped cream and wafers.

The F-shaped table was lovely with attractive place cards, clever mint cups and spring bouquets.

The program showed a stroke of genius, being miniature caps with the flat part forming a back for the speeches, menus, songs and humorous suggestions for table etiquette.

After the food disappeared and the scheduled and impromptu speeches were enjoyed (and endured) the Girl Reserve proceeded with their beautiful and impressive installation service. Behind the three tall tapers stood Miss Beryl Bell, sponsor and on either side the light former officers who...officers took their places. Each one accepted her trust with an appropriate saying and lighted her candle from three gold tapers on the table.

Those taking over the work for the next year are Annette Johnson, President; Auldine Williams, vice president; Rosalie Nelson, secretary; Fawn Adams, treasurer.

The former president, Rosalie Nelson presented Annette Johnson with the Girl Reserve pin that is to be handed down each year to the new president.

After a touching farewell to the seniors by Miss Bell, the girls slowly returned to their places singing softly "Follow the Gleam."

The guests enjoying this delightful affair were Mrs. Hejtmanek, Mrs. Kucher, mothers of the honorees: Miss Vera Williams, Nelle Harris, Louise Walter, Eleanor Chapman, Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Curtis. Mesdames Roy Nelson and Richard Corporon and Miss Opal Phillips, Mrs. Douglas Whitehead, Misses Leota Hough and Frances King, the last three being former Girl Reserves. The girls wish to thank the members of the Chatter Club who helped Miss Bell prepare the banquet and the Junior Girl Reserves who so efficiently served it.

Matagorda County Tribune, May 31, 1934



The members of the Chatter Club have enjoyed many delightful meetings the past five weeks. The meetings have been held at the usual time at the various homes.


Mrs. Mildred Thompson entertained with a most enjoyable bridge party at her mother's bay shore home; the spacious screened porch was very beautiful and restful looking with its large leafy ferns gracefully waving in the soft bay breeze. After the Chatterers arrived with their happy chatter and merry laughter, no one could doubt the fact that a happy time was enjoyed by all. Mixed with the chatter was the tinkling of ice in fruit punch served with angel food and gold cake and it brought to a close a happy, friendly time, as we watched the sun set across the bay. This thought, as Cary Jacobs Bond has helped us to think, "When the sun goes down with a flaming ray, and you think of the friends, you've made," came to each of us.


Passing on to another Wednesday, the Chatterers entered into a real spirit of fun that goes with an old-fashioned tacky party at the ranch home of Mrs. Marjorie Wilkinson. Who wouldn't laugh to see Allie Curtis as Sunbonnet Sue, Hazel Merck making us believe by seeing, a real character of our long ago stage coach days, very demure and sweet little Miss that any cowboy would gladly rescue from the "Heap Bad Indians." Carmileta McCune brought back the "Sidewalks of New York," Marjorie Wilkerson, Sis Hopkins and truly played the part. Lillian Richmond, who walked away with the prize was Mary O'Shay. What judge could heedless overlook a really and truly Irish colleen? After the fun of looking each other over and laughing with each other, games of bridge were played. Refreshments of ice cream and tea cookies, were served. The members were happy to have as guests, Mrs. S. E. Dickinson, Miss Nell Harris as judge, and Mr. Elliott Curtis. Mr. Walter Wilkinson was host and escort of the party.


Mrs. Curtis, as next hostess, entertained the club. The Floral Shoppe of Collegeport was on the job and the Curtis home was a bower of spring flowers. Placed about were several tables of bridge and from the hum, the players were busy. A business meeting was held. Reports from the various committees were made and plans for carrying on were discussed. The hostess served delicious cherry pie with whipped cream.


Mrs. Gussie Slone invited the Chatterers and their husbands to her home the following Wednesday evening, honoring Mrs. Jesse Strasner of Palacios, a recent bride.


Mrs. Cary Whitehead entertained the club Wednesday afternoon with a beach party. Bridge was enjoyed by the following members and guests. Mesdames Lillian Richmond, Carmileta McCune, Allie Curtis, Marjorie Wilkinson, Frances Savage and Misses Beryl Bell, Opal Phillips and Leota Hough. Instead of refreshments, the guests were served iced tea and roasted their wieners for hot dogs over an open fire. Swimming and boat riding on the bay was then enjoyed the next meeting will be with Mrs. Carmileta McCune.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, May 31, 1934



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article in which Jimmy the dog tells of his past.]


I have just received a letter postmarked Palacios Saturday, May 19, and delivered at the Collegeport post office Tuesday, May 22. Palacios is only three miles distant, just across the bay, and yet it takes more than 72 hours for a letter to be delivered. When the causeway is opened, we may have two mails each day as easily as we have one now and a letter posted at either place by mail will be delivered in an hour or two. AT present it is impossible to communicate with either place by mail in less than twenty-four hours and most of the time it requires forty-eight hours or more. Mail for Bay City goes south on number 11, delivered to number 12 some place on the road and arrives in Bay City too late for that day's delivery. When the causeway is open, our mail for Bay City will be delivered early in the afternoon of the same day it is dispatched from this office. Come on causeway and by the way then we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, may walk to service at St. John's Chapel and that's only another good reason why the highway commission should make this designation. Since writing the above I have received the annual notice of the banquet of the White Pigeon High School Alumni. The notice was postmarked at White Pigeon, Mich., at 1 p. m. May 24, and delivered at Collegeport at 3:30 p. m., May 26. From Palacios, three miles distant, it requires 72 hours, but from White Pigeon, Mich., distant 1300 miles, it requires only 46 hours. Fine service?


I don't remember when I have had a happier day than last Wednesday when some men drove into the yard and informed me that work on removal and remodeling the Missouri Pacific station would begin Thursday morning. It did, right on the blow of the whistle, and now the old building is about ready for the mover man, the new location is cleared off, the library building has been raised and ready for a new foundation, the water pipe has been taken up and will be connected to the school service pipe and everything is Jake so far. Mopac House is going to be a fine thing for the community. The Library will have another room 14 feet by 20 feet, we will have a kitchen 12 by 20 and an assembly room about 70 feet long. The entire floor will be of cement and in front of the main entrance will be a cement gallery 10 by 20. First thing the folk of this place knows we shall have a property valued at, say five thousand dollars. Water will be piped into the kitchen where a sink will be installed and we shall have necessary kitchen equipment so that the Woman's Club may entertain and the general community may have entertaining affairs. I wish the men of this place would shake off the civic lethargy which enveloped them and join the Collegeport Industrial League and the women join the Woman's Club and aid in this work. It is a community project and instead of three or four carrying the burden, others should join in and help. Just call on Hugo Kundinger at the Palatial Pharmacy and as you absorb one of those Angel Delights, give Hugo your application or women of Collegeport hand yours to Mrs. Clapp, secretary, Mrs. King, treasurer or Mrs. Liggett, president of the Woman's Club for membership in that organization.


Don't forget the words of Kipling, "The strength of the pack is the wolf and strength of the wolf is the pack."


We can waddle along, few in numbers, and accomplish great works for community benefit, but if our pack hunts together, we can bring projects to completion much quicker.


Wednesday night, two pupils finished the eleventh year and graduated. About 150 people assembled to do them honor. Miss Emma Kucher and Miss Georgia Hejtmanek were the fortunate ones. Both made excellent grades and both girls are in personal charm and educational development, credits to the school. Georgia was the valedictorian and Emma salutatorian. Each gave creditable evidence of their ability. Mr. Pat Thompson of Bay City delivered the address to the class and Superintendent White delivered the diplomas. The auditorium was beautifully decorated in class colors and thus ended the school year of 1933-34.


Thursday night we were fortunate guests to a back yard lawn supper at the home of Mr. and Mrs. C. L. de St. Aubin in Palacios. About twenty guests were present, among them our old friends, the Farwells, the Burks, the Harrisons, the Hoods, Miss Nannie Pybus, Mrs. Boling, James Sartwell, former mayor of Palacios, but now president of the Houston Fat Stock Show and the Rt. Rev. Clinton S. Quin, bishop of Texas and Reverend Gillespie of Palacios. The latter is a Presbyterian, but as we have him about half converted, he was allowed to be present. The tables were placed in the back yard, snuggling close to the kitchen door, from which came tankard after tankard of delicious eatables. Shrimp salad, shrimp plain, barbecued chicken, barbecued beef, potato chips, rice gumbo, potato salad, beets, tomatoes, jellies, hot Parker House rolls all gooey with butter, several kinds of cake, iced tea, coffee and ice cream. The host sat next to me and I knew he was present for he is a grand epicure and gastronic guzzler and I tired in vain to keep up with him. The hostess was only visible when she emerged from the kitchen door bearing another big platter of food from which angelic perfumes were wafted to our quivering nostrils. It was a grand and glorious occasion and we give our good friends, the de St. Aubins, our heart thanks for the privilege of being present. We also give thanks to our old kinfolk, the Harrisons, for sending for us and bringing us back as the clock struck the midnight hour. After we were well fed with food and had listened to the stories of the bishop and the fat stock man, we went to the school auditorium and attended the graduation exercises of the Palacios High School. Probably five hundred were present and this afforded us an opportunity to meet many other good friends among them being that fine old scout Mrs. Dismukes. The class numbered twenty-three of which perhaps six or seven were boys. All were dressed in gray gowns with mortar board hats and they looked like real college grads.


The program was as follows:


Processional--Miss Claire Partain

Salutatory--Ruby Redman

Chorus--Glee Club

Valedictory--Naomi Harrison

Violin Solo--Mr. Richards

Presentation of Speaker--J. W. Sartwell

Address--Rt. Rev. Clinton S. Quin

Presentation of Diplomas--G. H. Faubion, president of the school board

Recessional--Claire Partain


Friday, May 25, was the occasion for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the town and it is pleasing to note that for each of these years our folk have gathered together in friendly intercourse. About one hundred and fifty were present this day each bringing their food contribution, until the long table fairly shrieked with the burden. After the singing of the Doxology and the invocation, Mrs. Liggett announced that dinner was ready and the procession started each person armed with plate, knife, spoon, fork. So large was the variety that one had difficulty in selection. One disliked to pass many tempting platters of food. The only thing absent was a tank of those nourishing, nutritious, strengthening, healthful, invigorating Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. This detracted from my personal pleasure. In one respect, this day was the grandest of all we have enjoyed. The spirit of friendship seemed to be present and those present appeared to be happy, felicitious, joyous and charming in their renewal of friendships. Miss Beryl Bell for the Girl Reserves quickly sold out her stock of ice cream and red lemonade. Mr. Curtis was busy handling an all day tennis tournament with something like fifteen entrants. Notwithstanding my invitation, Barber and McNabb, Lewis and Wilson, Pollard and Hale, Milner and Carr, as well as other county officers were absent and Amos Lee failed to appear without his coat. Palacios folk shunned us as if we had a violent outbreak of a rare disease. In the spring of 1936, some of these fellows will be here giving us the usual goo-goo and asking for our votes. Just wait old fellows. If you can't visit us on our birthday, stay away when you wish to use us.


The miserable wretch suffered from lumbago during the week. It was located in her back for had it been central in her mouth, I would have missed her merry chatter. The lum has departed, the gods be praised. Well, we had a busy and delightful week and we are thankful that the folk of this community are blessed with food, shelter and raiment.


The Matagorda County Tribune, May 31, 1934




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