Collegeport Articles

 

November, 1934
 

 

THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM TAXES

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Monday, two cars of fisher tourists drove down to Collegeport's Palatial Pharmacy and inquired if the boulevard road to Portsmouth was open for traffic. On being informed that it was not, they expressed disgust and drove down Central Street with the intention of crossing the bay to Palacios. When they arrived, they found no causeway. The Tribune being a strict sporting-religious family paper, I will not include in this copy the language used by these tourists. If I wrote it, Carey would pencil it out and it no doubt would melt the differential of my Corona. This fault finding situation that develops profanity that would shame my pirate ancestors, will never cease until the causeway is built and open for traffic. If the Texas Highway Commission is interested in the morals of our people, as well as those who visit us, they will look over this proposition and plan to give relief.

 

The other day I received a neatly printed invitation to attend two achievement day celebrations. One at the home of Rubye Lee Corporon, seven to nine P. M. on October 25th and the other at the home of Margery May Brown six-thirty to nine P. M. October 29th. Having no auto and my wooden leg being out of gear because of deficient lubrication of the depression spring, I was not present at the first number, but my representative was there. I am informed that about one hundred, thirty of whom were from out of town, were present and viewed the achievement of Miss Corporon which consisted of a renewed and refurnished bed room. Every cent spent was shown on an itemized statement, which included repainting the bed refurnishing the same, painting the walls and wood work, rugs, chairs, curtains all done by the young club girl without aid from any person. My brain working on one cell, pondered on what constitutes an achievement so I took it up and find that the word means "the act of achieving or performing; obtaining by exertion; successful performance." Now, understanding what it means to achieve, I give honor to these young girls who, following instructions given by The County Home Demonstration Agent, have not only learned to preserve food of all kinds, but to preserve and improve living quarters. I shall wait until next week to record the achievement of Miss Brown. Her project was a garden and I hope it grows some greens.

 

Friday was library day and fifty books were let out and about forty visitors. It was also the birthday of Joe McCune and a celebration was arranged. Joe did not have the heart to limit his invitations to a few, so invited the whole gang saying "there's only about two hundred and I invited them all." Well, during recess, escorted by Miss Harris, they marched to the McCune home, were fed on hot chocolate and cookies, presented with pretty green paper caps and all marched back a happy gang of kiddies. Thus was celebrated the sixth birthday of Joseph McCune.

 

Recently a circus visited this county and it is estimated that every man, woman and child and nursing baby handed fifty cents through the ticket window. A carnival comes to town and the rubes fight to hand in their cash, so they my see some belly flapper do her nude stunt. A foot ball game and thousands of "screaming fans" hand over money which in many cases should be paid on food bills or rent. Visit a show house, with hot films and listen to the clatter of the ticket dispenser. Go to a night club and see the husband of a trusting woman, the father of sweet daughters and a Sunday school teacher at home, now out for a time. He pays five dollars cover charge, just to sit, has the privilege of holding on his lap a painted fozzle gal and when he leaves, his bill is one hundred and fifty frog skins. O, yes, we have no depression.

 

This continual yapping about depressions makes me feel like a valetudinarian.

 

Friday, the Gulf Sulphates came over to tangle with the Bay View Bob Cats. Now the Sulphates are a brawny bunch, a gang of fearsome men and this community regarded their visit with fear. We were afraid that when they left, the Bob Cats would be busy licking their wounds. To our surprise, when the engagement on Van Wormer Field was over, the score stood 18 to 9 in favor of the Cats. The Gulf team has been undertraining for some time and is regarded as a strong basketball team.

 

Sunday was enlivened by a visit from Mr. and Mrs. C. H. (Hurt) Moore who used to live as our next door neighbor. They were accompanied by Sadie Powers, who will be remembered by the old timers as a slight young girl twenty years ago. Sadie is with the Fred Harvey System located at Hutchinson, Kansas. She is now on her way back from a trip to Chicago, Minneapolis and other points. Hurt Moore is operating a laundry business in Houston. Virginia, the daughter, is married and the son is with the bureau of physics of the Humble Oil Company.

 

Sunday the people of this community enjoyed a rare treat given by Miss Lydia Parker, a member of the local school faculty, who at one time was a missionary located in Bogata, U. S. Columbia. Her address was of so much interest that she was requested to continue a recount of her experiences in that interesting country Sunday night. She is a woman of fine personality and is a finished speaker with the ability to earn and hold the attention of her hearers. Our school board is to be congratulated on securing the service of Miss Parker who is well educated in Spanish.

 

Forty thousand people attended the session of the General Convention of the Episcopal Church at Atlantic City and only one of the bunch thought of us and for that we are indebted to Mrs. Fred W. Catterall of Galveston. I was silly enough to think I was the guy in the brown derby.

 

Lieut. Flowers is here for the week-end making a visit to his fiancee Miss Ruth Boeker. The Lieut. reports that he is now signed up for four years in the regular army stationed at Fort Sam Houston and has passed his examination for a captaincy with a score of 98.9. We will soon be saluting Captain Ruth.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 1, 1934

 

 

COLLEGEPORT

 

Senior Notes.

 

The seniors have just finished reading "Hamlet" by Shakespeare and enjoyed it very much. We are glad we escaped reading "Paradise Lost," but are afraid that others to come are going to be as bad.

 

The class rings have been ordered and we hope they arrive soon. We are very much pleased over the selection.

 

Sophomore News.

 

We certainly have been having a tough time. Since our six weeks exams are over, it isn't so bad. We have our history notebooks now and this certainly does add to our list of worries. It seems that we are falling down in our Spanish since we have taken up the subjunctive mood. Algebra still seems to be rather easy, but you never can tell what is coming next. In English we are studying the "Idylls of the King." At first it did not seem to be so very interesting, but after reading "Launcelot and Elaine," we decided it wasn't so bad after all.

 

Sports News.

 

The Collegeport high school basketball team has had two games up to now. The first we played with Lolita on October 19. The score was ten to twenty-four in favor of Collegeport. The second game was with Gulf on October 27. The score was eleven to eighteen in favor of Collegeport. We hope we can continue this good work.

 

4-H Club Achievement Day

 

The great even of the 4-H Club was their achievement day at the home of Rubye Lee Corporon. It was on Thursday, 25th from seven to nine. Auldine Williams was in charge of the program which composed of songs, speeches and games. Delicious refreshments were served which consisted of punch and small cookies.

 

Among the guests were the Blessing 4-H Club girls. Mrs. Leola Cox Sides, Mrs. Pollard and her niece, Helen Pollard, and a number of the mothers and other ladies.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 1, 1934

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT QUESO
By Harry Austin Clapp

Queso equisito! Dos de queso! That is the way us Americans eat cheese. We nibble. We never eat cheese. We take a tiny portion with a big wedge of pie and many of us never think of cheese except with pie. And so we keep nibbling, until now we have thirty million pounds of excess. That is the reason why the governors of many states, including Texas, have proclaimed the week of November 11th to 17th, inclusive, as cheese week. They are asking us to become cheese conscious and to do so they want each of us to stop nibbling and eat just four ounces per capita and thus consume the enormous surplus. Four ounces? Just a taste and nothing more. Will it be done? Just wait until the statements appear from Washington.

Now don’t get the idea that cheese is the most important item on the family menu. There are other things that are quite as necessary. Cheese is a very concentrated product, in fact, it is stated that one pound of cheese equals five quarts of milk in food nutrients. It, therefore, should be eaten with other foods, but always considered as a food and not a dancing partner with desserts. The common cheese which comes to us in big round cakes or in blocks is what is known as cheddar. Most of it is sent to market too green and is dense in texture and hard to melt. Cheddar cheese when well ripened becomes crumbly, tangy, tintillating, zestful, a bit sharp. Then it is so mellow as to melt readily into a smooth, cream like consistency and lends itself to the making of delicious cheese dishes. Some cheese makers now print the date of its making and this is a kindness to the purchaser.

So far as I know, never has a well ripened cheese been offered for sale in this community. Several years ago a dealer brought in a big round cheese. It was so ripe that it crumbled to the touch. It was sharp and full of refinement and on breaking off a piece a few skippers were seen. Now these little fellows love good old cheese and their presence was a guarantee that here was a real cheese. I wanted some of it, for in it I recognized an article from which a wonderful rarebit could be made. Did I get it? Not I.

The dealer announced it unfit to offer and shipped it back. For years I have mourned the loss of that cheese. There are many reasons why cheese is an important article of food. One of them is that it is a highly concentrated product, bulk being eliminated. Cheese is a fine source of calcium and phosphorus both of them being of much importance in building up strong bone and tooth development.

Calcium is important and our ordinary American diet is too often deficient in this mineral. It is difficult to obtain a sufficient amount of calcium unless milk or cheese is an important feature of our daily menu. Cheese is rich in protein and vitamin A. It also, if especially made from full milk, rich in fats, casein and sugar. The ash milk contributes besides calcium, potassium, sodium and iron. Calcium is of much importance for its presence on the milk is necessary for the proper action of the rennet. In this age we hurry. We want to save time and so some manufacturers of cheese hurry in to the consumer. Cheese, when properly made, requires time. Time is the essence of the contract, in cheese making, for it requires time to ripen cheese and give it the character that delights the palate of the epicure. When I was with A. & M. extension service and as President of the Texas Dairyman’s Association, I had the privilege of meeting thousands of men who were producing milk. Many asked why no cheese was made in Texas. The only reply I could make was that the experts who inhabit the cubicles in Washington informed me that climatic conditions were not favorable to the development of commercial cheese. Since that time more cubicles have been built and each one is inhabited by an expert and his corps of assistants and they now find that not only can cheese be made in Texas, but it is being made in Texas. Mr. Kraft of the Kraft-Phenix Cheese Corporation has demonstrated that commercial cheese the equal of any may be made in the state. His company has now in operation a plant in Denison one in Bonham and a new one just opened in Victoria.

In these plants objectionable climatic features are climated and cheese of many varieties are being made, chief among them being what is known as Old English. This cheese is a beautiful gold color, fine texture, a flavor unsurpassed by any other cheese. It presents to the palate relish, flavor, gusto, and has a tang and piquancy all its own.

These are the results of careful attention to manufacturing details and the fact that this cheese is handled as one would handle a new born babe. It is a necessity in making that delicate dish known as a rarebit for it has supreme melting qualities. It melts into a rich golden creamy mass, free from strings or lumps and glory to the gods of cheese; it retains its creamy consistency until the last bit has been consumed and the rarebit platter licked clean. It is as soft as virgin’s breast and its aroma as delightful as the breath of a psyche.

It plain words, Old English is just adorable. No article of food that has been such a contemporary with man can escape romance. For that reason although we have five hundred varieties of cheese we have the same number of romances, for in the discovery there is found a romantic tale which never fails to thrill the reader of cheese history. Not only does sacred history name cheese as a prized article of food, used in days of Samuel, but profane history abounds with romantic tales connected with cheese. Probably no food used by man goes back farther in antiquity, than milk and from that cheese is made. The history of man is the history of cheese. And yet with all this romance, all this antiquity, going back at least six thousand years we Americans continue to nibble. It is very probable that when God turned over to friend Adam the animals of the fields and Cain began to raise goats and a little hell on the side, that the entire Adam family ate cheese. This is as true as some of the other tales. I don’t know whether Adam ever ate Roquefort, the King of Cheese and the Cheese of Kings, and I do not know as he ever tasted that imitation, that aristocrat, known as Stilton, but if he never brought home to Eve a two pound box of Old English, that is one reason why the old boy became peevish and organized family quarrels. Perhaps Cain killed Abel because Abel tried to butt into Cain’s cheese business. I do not know nor do I care.

I know that when I was a boy my mother thought cheese was not very digestible and that it encouraged faulty elimination and for that reason discouraged its free use. We know now that it is among the most easily digested foods.

For many years this indigestible argument has been a cheese superstition. The U. S. Department of Agriculture, by many delicate tests, has proven that this superstition is erroneous. These tests have proven beyond question, that cheese is from 90 to 99 per cent digestible and readily assimilated by the body functions. All arguments, all experiences, prove that cheese is a highly important article of food and that its use should be a daily part of the American table menu.

Although cheese consumption has increased in America, we are still using far less per capita than the people of many other countries. It is to encourage the use of cheese that Cheese week has been proclaimed.

It might be considered quite unimportant if it meant just eating more cheese, but far and way beyond that is the fact that it means increased use of all dairy products, increased dairy development, brighter times for the producers of milk, better home conditions, more children given higher educational advantages, higher standards of farm life, employment to thousands of men and women. The effect of more cheese eating is far reaching. No man is able to measure the limits. Its influence goes into the dairy barn of the smallest operator. Come now fellows, let us be sports and next week just eat four ounces of some first class cheese, remembering as we eat this delicate delicious and nourishing food, that we are influencing the farm life of America. We have a plethora of alphabet codes now, in fact, we are swamped with them. Let us have one more “EMC.”

Go to it boy! It’s grand grub. Last year I wrote about Cheese and Pretzels and gave my recipe for a rarebit. It brought to me, one whom I have never seen, but one whom I have learned to love. She is a wonderful girl of more than ordinary intelligence. For eighteen months we have enjoyed a marvelous correspondence. Rarebit brought this to me and that is one reason why I adore a rarebit provided what goes with it is on the side with its foamy, flowery cap. This effusion would not be complete without my recipe for a rarebit, so here it is just as given fifteen months ago. With it I give my recipe for another dish known as a soufflé. For many years I have on special occasions made a rarebit and they say I make a real rarebit. Here is my recipe but I warn my readers that they must observe and faithfully keep details. It is a dish that never courts cold. It must be hot and passionate or it becomes like a neglected sweetheart of small comfort.

This recipe will serve eight people. A large platter which must be hot. Eight plates also hot. Sixteen slices of toast, of a delicate shade, also hot and kept hot. Two pounds of cheese preferably Old English, but if Cheddar is used the older and more crumbly the better and if it has a few nice skippers all the better, for skippers like good cheese. Run cheese through a coarse food chopper or cut in very small pieces. Place in sauce pan, a wide one, add lump of butter size of walnut, a tablespoon of mustard, as much chili powder as may be held on the point of a dinner knife twice, a dash of Tabasco sauce and a tablespoon of wine. If you neglect this last ingredient, you will be sorry, for it beckons from the intangible the tangible. While getting this ready, open a bottle of beer and when it is no longer talks, it is stale and stale beer is a necessity. Pour about one fourth of the bottle of stale beer into the sauce pan with other ingredients and place over a slow fire and when the mixture begins to melt and mix, stir, if you love your wife and sweetheart never stop stirring, gently good man, gently. Don’t forget the slow fire. Treat it as you would your adored one. Add more beer if necessary and keep on a stirrin’ until it is a rich creamy mixture free from strings and lumps. Having the hot toast on a hot platter, quickly pour the mixture over the toast and serve at once on hot plates. Don’t wait to ask God to bless this food. It has been blessed in the making. Have a cold tankard (if possible the kind they use in Place Viger) filled with ice cold beer. Go to it good people and you will sleep the night in ecstasy. No charge. Good nighty. Next time you feel cheesy try a soufflé made like this. It is a savoury dish filled with delights.

4 tablespoons butter
4 tablespoons flour
1 ½ cups scalded milk
1 teaspoon salt
½ pound sharp, crumbly cheddar, or Old English cheese
Yolks of six eggs
White of six eggs

Now is when you prove that you are a culinary artist for if you lack in skill, blooey. Blend butter and flour and cook until slightly browned. Add milk and stir until smooth. Add cheese and salt. Remove from fire and add yolks beaten until lemon colored. Cool, and fold in stiffly beaten whites. Pour into buttered baking dish. Bake one hour at 325 degrees. This serves six and by the way or by the side rather a good sized tankard is very nice. Writing copy is exhausting work and when I got this far I felt faint but the miserable wretch just brought in my four ounces of Old English and I now feel real frisky. Let’s be cheese hounds this next week. Hey?

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 8, 1934
 

 

COLLEGEPORT SCHOOL NEWS

 

The 4-H Club is reorganizing for the new school year. Four girls are going to receive silver pins for having completed their goals. We will soon have an election of officers.

 

Girl Reserve News.

 

The Girl Reserves learned to do several steps of the schottische and the polka, old folk dances last Friday afternoon. Mrs. Hurd taught the steps to us and promised to teach us more of the folk dances. All the girls enjoyed the steps and are eager to learn more steps.

 

The club has decided to have meetings every Friday as that time seems to give more satisfactory work.

 

The candy sales given by the Girl Reserves at school to raise funds for the treasury seem to be very successful. Credit must be given to Miss Parker who suggested such sales.

 

Seventh Grade News.

 

We have been having a terrible time with arithmetic, especially when there are so many lovesick members in the class. We couldn't so without the Class Clown Charlie or Wimpy of the class, Fred. We've been studying propositional [prepositional] phrases and although we have been working on them two weeks, we still don't know them.

 

Junior News.

 

We are now studying English and is it hard? I don't see how Miss Bell ever learned it all. I think that in a short time we will all be perfect Spanish speaking pupils.

 

Biology is becoming more and more interesting every day. The frog is the subject now. The geometry class has about learned that a straight line equals a straight line.

 

Believe it or not, Reba represents Joan Crawford. Clara came to school on Monday morning. If reports are true, Irwon seems to have a new flame on the string. Poor Jack, we pity his fall. Wade was walking his baby back home through the rain Friday night.

 

Freshman Notes.

 

The seniors are progressing very rapidly in advanced arithmetic. In civics we are studying county government and we are surprised to see how very little our honorable officers have to do. We have been studying crawfish, fish and birds in biology until we feel like them. The girls were much relieved to know that the boys will have to bisect the animals.

 

All the students in the high school went up to Bay City Monday afternoon in one of the buses to see "The Count of Monte Christo [Cristo]." Miss Bell, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis and Mrs. Cherry chaperoned the trip. Everything was all right except a flat tire on the way home that made us get home late. Viola seemed to have a big time.

 

Sophomore News.

 

Thank goodness we didn't have to undergo an old history test. This was because Mr. Cherry was called away. We have finished the "Idylls of the King." Original compositions in Spanish are not so easy.

 

Things We Can Do Without.

 

Lottie Mae's smart remarks.

Ralph and his grammar school flirtations.

George Alice's heavily made up eye lashes.

Roberta imitating Madge Evans.

Dan's glances at Alice H.

 

[An essay, "The Angel Child Next Door," by Annette Johnson was included here in the original article.]

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 8, 1934

 

 

THOUGHTS ABOUT "E. M. R." [Eat More Rice]

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

When in Bay City Wednesday, I met a friend who had read my cheese story and he said "I was interested in that cheese table, but I wondered why you did not write about rice. You suggested that we adopt another alfabet code "E. M. C.," [Eat More Cheese] and I now ask that you add one more to your alfabet "E. M. R." and I hope you will remember that rice is of much value in these parts. It is true that the growing of rice and its allied industries mean much to this county and so aware of my unworthiness and lack of ability, I shall attempt to give some facts about this most valuable grain crop. When I was in my early years, my mother served rice occasionally, but always as a dessert and I never thought of it as a premier table dish. I have lived in the west and south for forty years and I have learned that rice is a food. Down here, I found rice served as a vegetable with gravy and it is a most delicate and delightful dish. I have learned to enjoy it in many ways besides as a dessert. When I have some new "Thoughts" to write, about the first place I look for information is the Bible, but my Bible reference book does not disclose the word, so I infer that even if those ancients used rice, it must have been wild grain and not a cultivated variety. I feel certain, however, that such a splendid grain must go back into antiquity and that about the discovery of its value as a dependable food a romantic story might be related. We all know that millions of people outside of our country, have depended on rice for their living for many centuries and they continue to do so and although they plant and cultivate the crop in the most primitive manner they in the aggregate raise an enormous amount of this grain, in fact, enough for their use and some for export.

 

Cotton has been called King in the Southland, so long that cotton has become quite set up with the honor given His Majesty, but he has a strong rival for his throne especially in the Gulf Cost section where the soil and climate and other conditions appear to make rice a close contestant for the royal scepter.

 

There is no question in my mind but that rice is contemporary with the white man's occupation of America. Before they came, Indians knew what we call wild rice and used it for food and good food it was. I read that before the end of the first century of the white man's occupancy, the colonists began to export rice. This crop was first produced in the Gulf Coast section soon after the war of the sixties by a small colony of Germans in what is now Acadia Parish, La. Extensive plantings are now raised all along the coast and Matagorda County plants annually from twenty to twenty five thousand acres.

 

At Collegeport, about eight thousand acres are devoted to this crop. Rice has been an important factor in the present prosperity of Matagorda County. The water company uses about four hundred miles of canals. With the financing, cropping, watering, warehousing, transportation and milling, rice is acknowledged as big business. In this article, we shall spend no time on its history of cultivation. We can and do raise rice at a profit to the grower. What we are most interested in, is its value as a food for man and beast. Among all the grain crops grown by man, rice without question stands first. A larger acreage is used, more people consume it and more people are used in its production and handling than of any other grain or cereal. Rice supplies the principal and in many cases the only food of more than one third the world's population. Think of what a world wide failure means. Poverty, starvation, death to millions. This importance can not be attached to any other crop grown by man. We raise rice and demonstrate it every year with increased production and better grades, but we Americans are not rice eaters. Perhaps it is because of ignorance of its food value. It certainly is not because it is not palatable. Let's us knock o the door of one of those cubicles in Washington and there we will be given some interesting facts regarding the value of rice as a food. Report No. 6, issued by the U. S. Department of Agriculture reporting on its nutritive value has this to say:

 

Total nutritive matters contained in

Rice - 86 per cent

Corn - 82.07 per cent

Wheat - 82.54 per cent

Oats - 74.02 per cent

Fat Beef - 46.03 per cent

Potatoes - 23.24 per cent

 

When it comes to heat values,
Farmers Bulletin No. 249 gives us this:

Oatmeal raw - 1767 calories

Corn meal - 1662 calories

Rice polished - 1546 calories

Rice flaked - 1526 calories

Barley pearled - 1514 calories

Buckwheat flour - 1471 calories

Wheat cracked - 1501 calories

Bread white - 1203 calories

Beef steak - 950 calories

Potatoes raw - 360 calories

 

The bulletin states that rice, as will be seen has a higher fuel value, stands higher than most of our foods.

 

Wondering about the food value of rice, we go to the same authority and find comparative analysis of

 

Potatoes

 

Rice

78.3

Water

12.4

2.2

Protein

7.4

.1

Fat

.4

18.4

Starch

79.4

1.0

Mineral matter

.4

100.0

 

100.0

375

Food value per pound

1630

 

O, well, you say that is all right, but how about the digestibility of this grain.

 

Time Required to Digest Foods.

Rice, 1 hour

corn meal, 1 hour 15 minutes

wheat bread, 3 hours 30 minutes

oat meal, 3 hours

potatoes, 3 hours 30 minutes

roast beef, 3 hours

oysters stewed, 2 hours 5 minutes

fish, 1 hour 45 minutes

eggs, fried, 3 hours

apples, raw, 1 hour 50 minutes

tomatoes, raw 2 hours 50 minutes

 

It appears from this, that the jury gives a decision in favor of the defendant, gives a clean bill and that rice is one of our valued foods and there appears no reason why us Americans should not consume more of this health giving, nourishing grain. On page four of the Daily Tribune of Monday, November 5th appears a rice advertisement giving several choice recipes and offering a booklet of rice methods. Among them is that wonderful grub known as "French Jambalaya with Rice." Try it out and you will have revealed to you one of the wonderful qualities of rice. You will notice it directs one to use a "large pot, preferably a black iron pot." Something about that old black iron pot our mothers used that brings our flavor, but be sure and put in the rice. If the gruff old boy who sits at the south desk passes this, I may have some to say in a future "Thoughts" provided the feeble brain flutters again. Moral is "E. M. R."

 

Some Halloween joker placed a banner in Mopac House inscribed "The Night Club" and named two of our distinguished citizens as proprietor and bar tender. One of them is an ardent prohibitionist and the other, while not exactly a prohibitionist, believes that all sorts of liquor should be put down. A fine combination I'll say. Hope I'll be there when the club opens.

 

Mrs. Patricia Martyn, Health Nurse, has started a movement to secure more funds for school health work. It consists in asking that every child attending a rural school bring an egg once each week. The eggs will be sold and the money used in rural school health work. Collegeport's school began egg collecting last Friday and about nine dozen were collected. At present price of 23 cents, this means the first week the sum of $2.07. If every school pupil in the county does this work, no small sum will be realized. Many of the children, thinking one egg too small a contribution, seek to bring more and in this are encouraged by the parents. The secret of success in this plan is just one egg. Soon as the kiddies began to bring more than one, the entire scheme will go bust.

 

Gustave Franzen (not old boy) had an urge to travel and see the world at the end of the big water. Being a bit timid about going so far from home alone, he engaged as a chauffeur a fellow called Abie and to make everything as respectable as possible, took Abie's charming young wife along as chaperone. Every thing being jake, they started and in due time landed in the big camp at the lower end of Lake Michigan. Gustave staid seventeen days, saw the big show from the belly dancers to the beautiful paintings in the art department, took his Saturday bath in the lake, talked with policemen and came back to the home port safe and sound and never during the trip did he see any person he knew.

 

The election passed off quietly. No fighting or shooting and no voter slapped his wife's face. The only excitement was the luncheon and bake sale given by the Woman's Club and that was not much due to the fact that there was not one smell of the Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles. A swell apricot pie made from the Cherry helped out. The exchequer was enriched by about eight frog skins.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Will Cutting of Lenora, Kansas passing through Collegeport en-route to Corpus Christi and the Valley where they will spend the winter stopped for a visit with their old time friends the Roy Nelson family. If Carrie Nelson was up to her job she would feed these folk on them there Famous Carrie Nelson Noodles and then they would not fall for the seductions of the Rio Grande Valley. They would stay right here on this beauty spot, fish, bathe, maybe swim, eat noodles, shoot a few geese and have a very enjoyable winter and maybe before spring they might cross to Palacios over the beautiful causeway.

 

Gust Franzen (old boy) has a big Swedish heart and so when he dressed a fat yearling, he sent us something less than fifty pounds. O, maybe, about one hundred sixty ounces of that fine meat. When I have any thing as seductive as that I can not trust the miserable wretch to prepare it so I became the chef, I put in an iron pot. This pot we have used for forty years and my mother used it before that. You may brag about your aluminum cooking vessels or porcelain pots and pans, but I am informing you that man has not invented anything the equal of the old iron pot and the older the better, for with use, it acquires character which it has the power to give to foods cooked in it. Get the idea? Into the pot went the meat, some chili powder about what might be held on two bits, a dozen green chiltipiquins cut up, a big onion, six cloves of garlic, a dash of tabasco.  Let it simmer and simmer for about three hours. Slow cooking does the business. When about done, I allowed the miserable wretch to put in a cabbage and twenty minutes before serving some spuds. Put on a hot platter, thicken the gravy and go to it. With apple pie smothered in thick Holstein cream and Old English cheese on the side. O, my gentle man and possibly your wife, you have a dish that the gods would relish. If you try this dish, don't forget the iron pot, and if you have no meat hunt up Gust Franzen.

 

I found on exhibition at our local Palatial Pharmacy eight bananas cut from a bunch grown as stated by the card by "H. H. Foster." In my opinion, Little Bright Eyes had something to do with the production of this fine fruit. The fruit was about seven inches in length and one and a half inches through. It had a fine bright golden color and had the appearance of being excellent fruit. I was not allowed to eat one, so can only guess at the quality, but I know that Bright Eyes would not produce any thing but the best. I, yes, we have bananas.

 

No sooner do I get this off than here comes Gerald Wells with a big fat goose, the first we have this season. Gerald told me last week that on the following Friday, he would get a goose for us and so we have food for another day much to our delight. I am told that the flesh of a wild goose grows splendid active brain tissue and the Lord and most of the local burghers and gossips know that I need new tissue.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 15, 1934

 

 

Collegeport School News

 

High School News.

 

The English class is wondering why Burke ever made his "Conciliation" speech. It surely isn't doing us any good. We'll wager that the English parliament didn't understand it any more than we do.

 

The biology class has made quite an extensive collection of birds, moths and butterflies, though we regret to say they're not alive--just pictures. However, we have several lovely collections of butterflies and moths.

 

We have decided to copy Samuel Johnson's style of writing and send the Star Engraving Company a letter in regard to our rings.

 

It's True That--

Rain participates.

Emma doesn't come to her own parties.

Rosalie doesn't seem to mind any more when C. W. isn't along.

Billie can't keep her mind off a certain young man.

Arthur was terribly blue Sunday night.

It has been predicted by Irwon that Little Buddy will go to California and raise ranches.

 

Sport News.

 

The Collegeport Cubs basketball team matched a game with Lolita on Nov. 9. The game proved an overwhelming victory for us with a score of 34 to 20. All the boys played a nice game, even if Noel Adams and Arthur Liggett did forget basketball shoes in the excitement of going some place. Craig King was high point man, making 18 of the 34 points.

 

The players and their scores were as follows:

King 18

Liggett 5

Blackwell 4

Adams, L. 3

Adams, N. 2

Kucher 2

Penland and Prunty did not score, but did some splendid guarding.

 

The Collegeport Cubs had two games for last Friday, but due to the excessive rainfall, the games were postponed. On Wednesday night, they will play Gulf in Gulf. A bus load of players and supporters will make the night trip.

 

Collegeport High School and Grammar School has organized a pep squad for the basketball season. The pep leaders are Rosalie Nelson, Fawn Adams and Charlie Domorod.

 

At present, the girls are playing volleyball, but as soon as possible, they will begin basketball practice.

 

Girl Reserve News.

 

The Girl Reserves all met last Friday afternoon and enjoyed a time of singing. The girls who attended camp last summer taught the less fortunate two new songs, "Down By the Old Mill Stream" and "The Big Red Rose."

 

Junior News.

 

The weather is affecting the juniors so that we can't concentrate. If it doesn't stop raining soon, I'm afraid we'll all flunk six-weeks exams that are just around the corner.

 

We have been studying description in English and we all had to write a description of some one in the class. I'm sure we all flattered each other--as you do when it comes right down to it!

 

We all miss "Specks" who has been out of school all week recovering from a tonsil operation. We'll all be glad when she gets back, as it is very dull without her.

 

Wonder why we are so dull in civics. It is us or the weather?

 

Sophomore News.

 

Has this been a tough week. With about thirty verbs to conjugate in Spanish for one lesson. We have just finished the "Sketch Book" and have started "As You Like It." In history, we are studying about that Big Little Man, Napoleon Bonaparte. He seems to be a most interesting subject.

 

Here are some of the things we wish would stop:

Lottie Mae chewing gum.

Ralph coming to school late.

Wanda missing school.

Alice H. making eyes at Lloyd.

George Alice helping other reporters with their news.

Alice Long staying in the room instead of coming downstairs.

 

Freshman News.

 

The eighth grade has been studying complements in English for the past week--we don't mean the kind you tell to make a hit with someone. In Algebra we've had parenthesis and equations. In Spanish we've been forming the singular and plural of verbs. And in history we have been studying the rise of Rome and filling in our notebooks.

 

Can You Imagine:

Coda Harvey falling in love with Marjorie?

J. O. getting his English for Miss Bell?

Lloyd getting his Spanish without help?

Glen sitting with Roberta in class and making eyes at her?

Alice Long not trying to catch a beau effortless.

Harold not on that bicycle?

 

Seventh Grade.

 

Our studies have been pretty hard since school started. Mr. Curtis gives a history pop quiz all the time, and if we make over 90, he gives us another.

 

Woody has about three girls, and doesn't know which one he prefers.

 

Orin is trying to be a poet and doesn't know the first thing about it.

 

Louise can't study because her eyes are getting bad from looking at Gilbert.

 

Our eyes must be going bad on us, too. Chester has stopped looking at Jessie Mae.

 

Chappy believes he's a basketball star, but I don't believe he knows what it's for.

 

Earl and Viola are casting one shadow in the moonlight.

 

Fred goes to the calendar all the time. He must have that important date with Marjorie. He told her his love was proved by the angels above.

 

Fifth and Sixth Grades.

 

At the last chapel program on November 16, we were in charge. Miss Chapman had the following:

Play - Taking Teacher's Place.

Piano Solo - Alietha Hill.

Familiar Book Characters:

Little Women, Ethel Nelson, Norine Harvey, Lucille Dickert and Mary Kathryn Hill.

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, Milford Liggett and Earl Thompson.

Pinnochio, Wesley Jones.

Rip Van Winkle, Ruby Grace Prunty.

Heidi, Ella Guyer.

Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Nancy Sutton.

Robin Hood, Duane Corporon.

Song, Texas, Our Texas, entire class.

 

In celebrating National Book Week, we made original posters on some of the books we have been reading.  There have been some splendid ones handed in.

 

Third and Fourth Grades.

 

Last Friday was a very rainy day and only 21 of us were there, so Miss Mansfield let us work in the sand table after the recess in the afternoon. We had a good time fixing it. All of us did something special and we had a very pretty Indian scene with figures, canoes, totem poles, tepees, and everything else that belongs to the Indians. Everyone sure does like it. We have decorated our windows, too, with Thanksgiving baskets of fruit.

 

We are going to lose one of our pupils, Curtis Dickert, and we are all very sad over it. He is going to move to Angleton.

 

Some of the pupils said they spent the day in Bay City, but Ray Lee spent it in a mud puddle--not that it rained very much. Miss Mansfield went to Wharton with Miss Bell Saturday. And that is the third and fourth grade news except that we have the Thanksgiving chapel program next Wednesday.

 

Primary News.

 

Alan McCune visited in Houston last week-end.

 

Miss Harris spent the week-end in Bay City.

 

Cleo Bond spent the week-end in Bay City.

 

Dorothy and Jessie McItyre spent Sunday in Victoria.

 

Zim and Era Mae Dickert are moving to Angleton. We sure do hate to see them go.

 

Among those on the honor roll in the primary room are: Cleo Bond, Betty Nicholson, Erma Lashbrook, Billy Mize and Gilbert Ross.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 22, 1934

 


THOUGHTS GO BACK 3 HUNDRED YEARS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

From an article on fish and fisheries of the Geographical Magazine, I have this information: "Biologically, perhaps the most interesting of all species are the flat fish, flounders and halibut, with their changing forms and migrating eyes. By what strange quirk of nature, the left eyes of species inhabiting cold water usually migrate to right side of the head, while the right eye of most species inhabiting warm waters journey over to the left, no scientist will venture a guess. When they are hatched, all flatfish are of orthodox symmetrical shape, with conventionally placed mouths and eyes. While very young they swim about the same style as any other fish. Soon there is a tendency to turn on the side. The peculiar migration of the eyes according to students of the fish, is complete in three days and thereafter the flounder is a flat fish." I have never seen a flounder from the gulf waters with eyes on the right side. If any flounder fisherman reads this and catches a right eyed flounder please inform me about it and where and when caught.

 

Well, we have another fish in this burg. It is not a flat fish either, but round, plump, rosy, bright as a new silver dollar, weighs ten pounds in its stocking feet. It is a sweet beautiful girl, making its home for board room with Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks. Colonel Tom Fulcher is the proud grandfather. All first year students are called fish, so this is our newest fish. If it grows up to be a worm [woman] like its mama and aunties, it is bound to be one grand girl.

 

Last Sunday more than twenty cars were here seeking fish. I am told some rare catches were made that day. Geese still come in, but are getting a bit shy and difficult to approach. Ducks are here in a plenty and are fat. The library opened as usual on Friday, served out fifty-nine books and had more than forty guests who registered in the visitors book. The library is a peaceful place to spend the afternoon. There is always something restful in the presence of good books. Some come just to rest and discuss the books. Soon as Mopac House is finished, the library will have a nice reception room and be able to entertain many more visitors. When the Burton D. Hurd Land Company planned a town known as Collegeport, they first purchased the desired land from the owners. Next they had it surveyed into blocks and alleys, bay shore boulevards and lots, leaving adequate streets and alleys, bay shore boulevards and other places which they deeded to the use of the public. These streets, alleys, bay shore lands belong to no individual, but are public property and as such should be inviolate. Are they? They are not.

 

The townsite company, which above all others, should see to it that public rights and enjoyment should be preserved has through the acts of its agent, fenced up and thus closed every street and alley from Avenue I to the east town line and from Central Street to North Street, a little matter of fifty-five blocks.

 

This is about one-fourth of the townsite and includes much property that does not belong to the townsite company and neither the company nor its agents had any authority to include such property in the fenced area or exclude with a fence free access to such blocks or lots. Now comes a man who is erecting a garage in the middle of the street in front of his house. Plenty of room on either side, but it must needs be in the street. This is a violation of the public rights. This party, I am informed, does this because, as he says, the town is not incorporated. It is not, that is true and it is also true that this county only has two incorporated cities, Bay City and Palacios. Wonder what would happen if some person should start to erect a building in a street of Matagorda, Markham, Blessing or any other incorporated village. Nothing except notice to vacate and if not obeyed, demolition. There are in Texas many towns of as many as fifteen hundred people who prefer to be unincorporated for many good reasons. In enjoying this preference, they do not give up their rights to streets, alleys, parks or other public places. Acting under my rights, I now plan to erect in front of the Holsworth house a fish house, in front of Kundingers an oyster house, in front of Hurds a shrimp packery, in front of Mowerys a bath house and boat house. I also plan to extend the library by building an annex which will cross the street to the school campus. I do this so the pupils will not have to walk so far for books. Just south of the church is a fine place for a long garage which may be used to shelter the teams of Messrs. Heisey and Carrick. I am strictly within my rights for this town is not incorporated. There will be some objection, of course, but I shall stand on my rights as one of the public, to take my share when, where and as I wish. If the lot owners in any block desire the street to be vacated, the law provides the method and it is an easy matter. Just petition the county court and the job is done in a legal manner, but this taking possession of public property without right, rhyme or reason, is quite another proposition.

 

Central Street is 100 feet wide, all others are 60 wide, except Avenue L, which is 80 feet wide. This 80 foot street is closed by a fence just north of Central Street. It should be opened to North Street. Avenue D should be opened through to North Street. People live up at the north side of town and I am informed that quite recently an owner lost the sale of a property in that section because of its inaccessibility. The buyer wanted a place for summer and winter family vacations. We should provide such folk with entrance and exit, that is, if we desire to attract people to come here for play.

 

I could write two more pages on this subject, but must stop for wish to talk the matter over with Mrs. Holsworth as to just where I shall build my fish house. I also must get up a bill of material and sign an application to the PWA or FERA for funds with which to build. This will easily go through, for these buildings will employ labor in construction and operation and are for the convenience of the public. Of course, I expect to make some money out of the fish, oyster and shrimp business as well as the boat and bath house. Jack Holsworth will operate the fish house, Hattie Kundinger the oyster house, Bill Hurd the shrimp factory, Mrs. Mowery, O, boy, how the fellows will flock to that bath house with her as manager. I have it all worked out and you will soon see our town grow. The song of the hammer will be heard on bay shore, school campus and Church Street. That will be music.

 

"The good old rule

Sufficeth them, the simple plan,

That they should take who have the power,

And they should keep who can."

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 22, 1934

 

 

THOUGHTS PICKED UP

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

Our Postmaster General, Ben R. Mowery, sports a jipper [zipper?] tobacco pouch that is the envy of all smokers.

 

Gustave Franzen shoots his gun once and slays three big geese.

 

The good ship Sea Haag dragged anchor and was dashed against the Collegeport Seawall and sank to the bottom of the sea. Salvaged by Douglas Whitehead is now in dry dock taking on repairs.

 

The garage is still standing in the street making another beauty spot for Collegeport.

 

Talking with one of our citizens about the Bankhead law, I gave it as my opinion that the only way to secure co-operation of farmers was by compulsion. Pretty soon, my friend told me that it also was his opinion that farmers should be compulsed. Pretty good word even if not in the dictionary.

 

Louie Walter still drawing on that crooked stem pipe.

 

Frank King swelling about in new cow man boots

 

A. E. McCune, manager of the McCune Trading Company hustling about seeking those who wish to trade anything from a rat hide to a house.

 

Rosalie Nelson looking nifty in a brand new jacket. Some stylish girl. Ethel blowing balloons and sometimes they bust with a loud report.

 

Entrance fee to Van Wormer Field Friday five centavos, but many not knowing about it passed in free of the exorbitant charge.

 

Heard at the Postoffice "Mr. Mowery I guess you hain't got no mail fur me is they?" Mr. Mowery sadly shakes his old gray head and replies "No mail to day." Thanksgiving packages by mail and express.

 

Vernon Hurd checking oil deliveries on the road work.

 

It is reported that work will begin on the Mopac House Tuesday. Have heard the tale so often that will wait until I hear the hammer.

 

Was in Bay City Monday on public business and the city looked as fresh and sweet as a young bride. Some of the clerks have swelled heads, others are intent on pleasing the customer and doing business.

 

Carl Boeker is hunting for his "Boeker's Grocery sign." Might find it if he will go to church.

 

One time a fellow, looking down a gun barrel, lost an eye. Gerald Wells should take warning.

 

When Manford Foster moves to Angleton, the president of the Night Club will have to secure another bar tender. Perhaps John Heisey would serve.

 

The Collegeport Supply Company brought in two cranberries last week.

 

If any of the Tribune readers has a fresh milk goat, inform Mason Standish Holsworth. The little Holsworth kiddie is hungry for some good sweet, luscious goat milk.

 

Because the government killed so many hogs, thus advancing the price of pork, about the best Jimmy Gartrell can do is to eat hog tootsies.

 

Us Homecrofters almost got a radio Monday.

 

John Fox plus Mary Ellen, plus another Mary equals one full "koop."

 

Milford Liggett drives his herd of cattle to the dipping vat.

 

Some of our burghers smoke twofer cigars and feel quite important especially when meeting a corn cob smoker.

 

Saw a young girl standing in the P. O. Lobby look disconsolate, forlorn, unhappy. I thought a face wash in clean water might raise her spirits.

 

Might be a life saver if some of our folk would use a few doses of hexylresorcinol. Good for what ails them.

 

Wednesday morning about 2:30 what appeared to be a diminutive gulf storm stuck this community. It appeared to be quite important and demonstrative and the wind had a velocity of perhaps fifty miles. I am informed by Ben R. Mowery, who has charge of the local weather bureau, that the barometer went down to 29.65 which [is] pretty near to storm limit. Considerable rain fell, but the morning broke "brite and fare" so we all rejoice and hope for fine weather during the days of Thanksgiving this week.

 

Fred Ballhorst, local representative of the townsite company, has the pleasure of a visit from his brother, August Ballhorst, from Beardstown, Illinois. He was accompanied by his wife and the latter's mother and his daughter. Tuesday they tripped down the coast to Corpus Christi and the next day departed for their home. Their departure was hastened by the continuous rain showers which denied them the pleasure of driving about this section. Having drunk water from our artesian wells, they will some day feel the urge and return.

 

Sometimes it requires a bit of time for advertising to begin to pull, but once started, it brings results always. Now for instance, several weeks ago in this column, I advertised that my Beautiful Red Bird had disappeared. Last week word came that the red head had been found in Marshall, Texas and now I am again happy and content for I have found my red bird. One may have black birds, brown birds, yellow birds, but a red bird is something else.

 

One of our business men, who moved to Bay City five months ago, has now moved to Huntsville and has taken a position as "trustee" on one of the State farms. This guarantees a large cotton crop for the coming season and he plans to return here in time to help handle the local crop, especially the picking.

 

Many folk read the Tribune and a few read "Thoughts," but how many ever think of the Editor, writer or typesetter. One did this week, a woman from north Texas. She wrote me a Thanksgiving letter, a beautiful epistle expressing thanks that our lines had crossed and closed with this:

 

"When the evening sun has faded

At the closing of the day,

And we sit beside the fire

Just to pass the time away;

There's a thought that comes a stealing

When I'm feeling sort of blue;

Just a little prayer of gratitude

That I crossed paths with you.

 

So I'm sending you this letter

Just because I want to say,

That I'm glad the fates arranged it

So that you would pass my way.

Just to hear your voice and see you

Made my sky a bit more blue;

And I'm just a bit more happy

Since I crossed paths with you."

 

And she adds "this is not original, but it does express my very thoughts and regards for you." Mighty sweet letter from a very sweet woman and I am thankful that she is my friend.

 

Say, but the fellow who operates that "line-o-type" sure played hob with my copy last week. Several errors, but the worst jolt was the setting of my copy about that sweet little kiddie that came to the Hendricks home. Copy read "if she grows up to be a woman like her mamma and aunties she is bound to be one grand girl." As printed it reads "if she grows up to be a worm like her mamma and aunties." If that line-o-type man will come down here and cast his eyes on Mrs. Hendricks, Barbara Hale and Myrtle Duffy, he will find nothing that resembles a worm. They are all fine looking young women with sweet faces and charming manners. Barbara will soon move to Bay City and may be seen around the court look see. If my left eye is still capable of vision, these girls are splendid examples of pulchritude or in other words, they are soothing and healing to the eye.

 

After we had finished the flounders brought by Douglas Whitehead, the miserable wretch said "well now what will we do when the wolf scratches at our door?" I replied "O let the Lord look after that damned coyote." He did, for from the Liggett hog farm came luscious spare ribs and O, boy, with sauer kraut, they certainly drove that lobo away. We then depended on Gerald Wells for a fat goose on Friday, but he failed to connect and, the gods be praised, here comes Gustave (young boy) Franzen with a beef roast that weighs about fifty pounds more or less perhaps, but it is a streak of lean and a streak of fat and it is in that old iron pot that mother used to use along with particular things that develop the tangible. I suspect that Gustave (old boy) had something to do with the elegant, graceful gesture, so when I thank God for his goodness, I shall tell Him about the Franzen clan.

 

Friday the Blessing Blessed Babes visited Van Wormer Field and tangled with the Bay View Bob Cats. The cats did the most scratching and at the end of the fracas, the "Empire" announced a score of 39 to 9 in favor of the Cats. About 150 witnessed the game and paid the sum of five centavos to secure admission. This is strictly good business and gives the school a little change for general expense.

 

The library open as usual and about fifty books let out and thirty five guests. Along about noon, just as I was lifting that roast out of that there old iron pot my mother used, a car roared into the yard and a giant emerged. I soon found it was John Fox, who with Vernon Hurd, is repairing our nine foot sidewalk. We had a joyous lunch and regretted the time when John was obliged to go back to the tread mill.

 

The Continental Oil Company, after spending many thousands of dollars on two deep tests east of Collegeport, became discouraged and have abandoned further operations and the big steel derrick is being moved to near Alvin. In both tests, at a depth of from 6500 to 7500 feet, what is called shifting shale was encountered. I am informed that no driller has ever been able to pass through this formation. Those fortunate to receive lease money are just that sum in the clear for no doubt none of them will be renewed.

 

Mrs. A. E. McCune gave a luncheon Saturday honoring Mrs. James Aiken, the bride of Reverend Aiken pastor of the local church. While quite informal, it was a dainty gesture and a most delicious menu was served. Mr. and Mrs. Aiken have been guests at the McCune home for two days.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 29, 1934

 


Collegeport School News

 

The 4-H Club is enthusiastic over the plan of the club work for the year. Mrs. Sides met with us last Monday and outlined our work which is certain to prove very interesting.

 

Tuesday, Nov. 20, new officers were elected, much to the relief of the old ones. The officers are as follows: George Alice Jones, president; Auldine Williams, vice president; Rosalie Nelson, secretary-treasurer; Ethel Nelson, song leader; and Annette Johnson, reporter.

 

Senior Notes.

 

Our six weeks exams are here again, much to our sorrow. We had a test today in English on "Burke's Conciliation of America"--and Oh Boy! Did we reconcile that English parliament.

 

We really met our Waterloo today in advanced arithmetic. Oh well,--we reconcile ourselves with the coming of Thanksgiving holidays.

 

Believe It Or Not.

 

Rosalie is still making her choice. It's good perhaps that this isn't the time when affairs of the heart were settled by duels.

 

Wade was at the dance alone Friday night. Wonder what was wrong with Fawn?

 

When couples are counted on the school bus, Moely always puts in for five. What is this, bigamy?

 

Earlene is looking lonely these days.

 

Arthur made his regular Friday night visit, although "she" wasn't there.

 

Auldine is blaming her bicycle these days when she wants to get herself out of a tight place.

 

Emma and Monkey seemed to have a nice time last Wednesday night.

 

Sport News.

 

The Collegeport Cubs played the Gulf boys in a night game last Wednesday, Nov. 21, to win their fourth successive victory. Due to the weak lights and the Cubs first experience on such a court, the score did not run very high, being only 13-6. Wade Blackwell was high point man, making eight points.

 

The Cubs played the Blessing boys last Friday afternoon at 4 o'clock at Collegeport to win the fifth victory with a score of 39-9. Noel Adams was high point man.

 

Girl Reserve News.

 

The Girl Reserves met Friday afternoon in the community house. Miss Parker gave a most interesting talk on Personality. Friday was the regular day of candy sale. Miss Carter visited us last week. We have begun our handcraft work, and are all very enthusiastic over the projects.

 

Sophomore News.

 

We have just finished reading "Enoch Arden" in English. We had quite a disagreement over it, too. In history, we have finished the story of Napoleon and in Spanish we have completed the terrible exam. The theme in this week's paper is by one of our classmates and we're proud of her.

 

Seventh Grade.

 

In English we are studying comparison of adjectives.

 

Can You Imagine.

 

Ruby Lee saving places on the bus for Glenn?

George Alice teaching?

Geneva getting help from Woodie in history?

Elizabeth wearing long stockings with her P. E. suit?

Jane showing her love to Earl Shows?

Fred not eating raw biscuits?

Woodie falling for all the lady teachers?

Mr. Curtis leaving a dance at 9 o'clock?

Reva and Jessie Mae coming to school?

 

Fifth and Sixth Grade.

 

Since this is Thanksgiving week, we are making suitable posters. Miss Chipman [Chapman] is going to give a prize to the pupil having the highest average in spelling at the end of the school term.

 

Joke

 

A country boy was planting corn on a farm. A city guy came down the road.

City Guy: Your corn is rather yellow.

Country Boy: Yes sir, we planted the yellow kind.

City Guy: You're not far from a fool.

Country Boy: Just across the fence from one, sir.

 

Third and Fourth Grades.

 

We are having charge of Thanksgiving chapel program Wednesday, and are having two short plays, poems, and songs by members of our big class. We have started having P. E. three days a week instead of only two, and like it so much better that way. We have changed our sand table again and have a Pilgrim scene. The blackboards have been painted and are decorated with chalk drawings of National Book Week, a November calendar and Thanksgiving fruit baskets.

 

We are sorry to hear that one of our old schoolmates was burned real badly last week when the gasoline of the car flared up and all but killed him. The poor boy was Van Adams, and we surely do hope he'll be all right in a short time.

 

A "Rip Van Winkle" in Modern Life.

 

[Not included]

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 29, 1934

 

 

 

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