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November 1935



The Collegeport Home Demonstration Club met at the church on October 29, 1935. Bedroom, garden and pantry cards were filled in and the usual business attended to.


Officers were elected for the coming year as follows: Mrs. Dorothy Corporon, president; Mrs. Roy Nelson, vice president; Mrs. Rena Wright, secretary and treasurer; Mrs. Jones, council delegate; Mrs. King, parliamentarian; Mrs. Crane, reporter; Mrs. Dean Merck, sponsor for the 4-H club girls.


Mrs. Rena Wright was elected bedroom demonstrator; Mrs. Roy Nelson, garden demonstrator; Mrs. Guyer, pantry demonstrator.


Other committees will be appointed later.


Mrs. J. H. Cherry, Reporter.



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


The library enjoyed a good business letting out sixty books and with thirty registered. Rev. Paul Engle gave the library three complete years of Harper's Magazine. Much appreciated. Fine books.


Thursday Miss Carter of the Houston Y. W. C. A. held a meeting with the Girl Reserves. She gave a most interesting and destructive [instructive?] talk. Fourteen girls were present and nine [Woman's] club members. As a result, renewed interest, not only among the sponsors, but among the girls. Good plan of winter work outlined.


Friday night the local basketball team, with Coach Curtis and a bunch of rooters took a school bus and went to Lolita for a night game.


Thursday night we enjoyed a sane celebration. Kids had a great time without destruction. Showed it could be done if just a bit of sense was used.


Friday Seth Corse returned from his travels in foreign parts. He was accompanied by his nephew, Ed Corse, who will stay a few days visiting old friends.


Plenty of rain the past week, and today the sky is clear. The sun shines down in a graceful manner. The oil well is again on the drill, but not much news as to results, for the workers know little and tell less, but she is going down fast with the new and expensive equipment.


The school project for a new building seems to be in the doldrums, for no motion is observed. The board should secure the services of George.


Had a pleasant call from Joe Evans, like his father.


I read in the paper of the passing of Jim Howerton. Fine man, devoted to Cuero and a most valuable citizen. I recall many pleasant visits with him. He has operated the Cuero Record for forty years and made a great success. One by one old-time friends pass. One by one is rapid enough. The greatest thing one can leave behind is a record of service. This goes beyond the grave. Money stays behind.


Rice about all in and cotton about 99.4 per cent in the bale, so the season is about closed.


Mrs. Lutie Ramsey fishing in Pilkington Slough hooked onto a five pound red, and after a long struggle, landing it. Proudest gal in the burg.


Mr. Shoemaker, after spending days here on important business connected with his ranch and other lines of activity, leaves for his base in Laredo. He promises to bring about $200 worth of fishing tackle when he returns, and will make a fresh attempt to land that ten-pound red which got away with hook, line and sinker.


Burton and Vernon Hurd taking a trip to San Antonio on a business deal.


Thanksgiving at noon, a community dinner at Citrus Grove. That night a complete program at Mopac House. Another chance to take a diamond ring or suthin' else from the grab bag. Hope Henry Legg feels stout that night, so the light plant may start easily.


Just received a letter informing us that on Friday we may expect a visit from Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Hermann (Anna Van Ness). Only a day's visit, but the old-timers who wish to see Anna better call around to Homecroft.


Thursday I will be in Houston having my bum right eye examined and maybe a look see about my left lamp.


As Mary Louise writes us each day, "Well, no more news."


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 7, 1935



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


...down comes a brisk norther with a temperature that makes butter making easy. Some rain, dense clouds, low tide. With it comes wild fowl by the thousands. Seven more days and then many of us will have roast goose. Fish are just not at home with such conditions and bathing in the bay waters not popular.


With one eye functioning any feller is able to see all he ought to see. In the days of short skirts, good old days, a feller needed two good eyes and at that he dreamed at times. I am thankful that with one eye I still am able to see my "Vice" at times.


"That last kiss I recall with despite,

It seems too late we were born.

I dream all day, I dream at night,

Your sweet voice at the waking of morn.


As I think of that kiss I feel a blush

That rivals the coming of day in the sky.

My heartbeats still and seem to hush,

As beat after beat if flutters by.


Kiss me again as in the past,

Loving and true at the last.

Give me again those lips so pure,

Never again will they so allure.


Come to me again, my sweet girl;

Come with flouncing, dancing curl,

You are my very own sweetheart,

Nothing shall ever have of my heart a part."

--Fragments from Hack.


Journeyed to Houston Tuesday with Rev. Paul Engle to have an eye inspection, and am glad to announce that with my left eye I shall continue to watch my "Vice." Rambling about the Kress store with Mesdames Clapp and Goodman, I lost my two enchanters and one of the sales girls, a peach with yellow hair that fluttered out like the rays of a rising sun, said, "Can I be of service?" In reply I said, "I have lost two women," and she came back with, "Well, it should not be hard for you to find two more." Mighty sweet gal, and told to a man less modest would have made him feel quite pert. Guess I'll go back to the Kress store and preen around a bit.


A rather more than brisk norther visited us Monday morning and blowing rain all day with temperature way down around 32, we passed a nasty day. Tuesday the sun came up on a cloudless sky, and we were on our way to Houston as the sun creeped above the horizon. Beautiful day and happy visit with the Goodmans.


When Seth Corse tired of romping about in foreign parts, he returned home with his nephew and niece, Mr. and Mrs. Ed Corse of Greenburg, Kansas. They spent two weeks in this section and visiting the Valley and left for their home last Tuesday morning after a delightful vacation time. Wish we had a few permanents like the Corse family.


Wednesday I read in The Tribune of the passing of J. B. Dismukes, publisher of the Palacios Beacon. I was shocked to read that he died Saturday and was buried on Sunday. I have known this man for a fourth of a century, beginning with the days of the Francitas Bee, and esteemed him highly. I regret his passing and give my sympathy to his family. I hope that where he is now that he can smell printer's ink and set some type, for it this is possible he will be content. He was a good printer and an excellent citizen.


The Dean Merck home caught fire Wednesday from a defective flue. Dean, with great presence of mind, closed doors and windows and went into the burning room and at last put out the blaze with the loss of two good eyebrows, some hair from the top of his head and some blistered skin. Lucky feller for this time.


Wonder where Houston police stay. A blind man crossing the street led by a dog. A woman selling paper. A cripple on sidewalk offering pencils. Donated a dime and expect a Packard will pick him up at close of business day. Car drivers and pedestrians observing traffic signals. Many things of interest at parking lots. Man with no legs on small truck moves rapidly by pushing on sidewalk. Boy insisting that I buy a Press. Sidewalk fruit displays. A big plane flies over the city. Folks milling about in swarms made me think of an ant hill.


Cheese week, and cheese displayed in beautiful wrappings, special lighting, banners. I asked a clerk for "Coon River," and he replied "Never heard of it!" In reply I asked, "Have you ever heard of Imogene?" "Nope," he replied, and then I said, "Imogene is the sweet queen of Coon River, and you better find out about Coon River cheese."


The Woman's Club met Thursday in usual monthly meeting. Much business was transacted and talks were given by Mesdames Clapp and Liggett, the subject being "The First Thanksgiving." They arranged for a program in Mopac House Thanksgiving night. Interesting program with fine refreshments. At ten in the morning, Rev. Mr. Janes will hold a Thanksgiving service in the church house, which should have a good attendance. We have much to give thanks for. At noon Citrus Grove will hold the annual community dinner and at night a program at Mopac House.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 21, 1935



By Harry Austin Clapp


[Local information taken from longer article.]


Oh, yes, we have plenty to give thanks for and we fail in our bounden duty if on Thursday we do not bend the knee, bow the head and acknowledge God as the great creator of us all, give devout and humble thanks for what has been so generously given us. The folk of this community will have an opportunity Thursday to meet at 10 a. m. and with Rev. Janes as leader, turn our thoughts toward God and render thanks for all things. At noon the people of Citrus Grove, continuing an idea that has been followed for twenty-five years, will hold the annual community dinner and everyone is invited. At night a program at Mopac House for the entire community.


This year the miserable wretch expresses a desire for a gross of clothes pins for her Christmas gift. I approve of such a sensible request. I believe in giving useful articles, for instance, a washboard, a tub, a clothesline, set of sad irons or whatever is needed in every family a wooden chopping bowl with a three-blade chopping knife such as mother used. Corned beef should never be ground if one wishes to make first-class hash. It should be chopped, hence such an outfit makes a useful gift. I hope Santa Claus brings her such an outfit and then as I smoke my R. J. R. I can listen to the chop, chop, chop and anticipate that most excellent dish, corn beef hash. I will buy clothes pins painted in ivory with a green vine and yellow flower on the side. This will be just too sweet.


In Bay City Saturday, I agreed with Mrs. Liggett that the beautifulest thing in the square is the new front to the Secrest store. It sets the pace that is leading Bay City from the village class into the city form. The entire front is made with Carara glass in a light green tone and deep black. I told a friend about it and mentioned the material as Carara glass and she replied, "Why I heard it was Cascara glass." What is the difference anyway, as one looks at the beautiful effects produced? Others will follow this example and in a few years every store will be beautified with something artistic in fronts.


Bay City is a beautiful burg and I doubt if there is an equal in the state. The splendid courthouse placed in the center like a fine white diamond and about it the smaller stones in greens and reds and over all at night the lights glisten like diamonds cast by a lavish hand over a beautiful city. I am only one of eighteen thousand, but I am proud of our county seat.


Geese and ducks in plenty as the season opened, but with the shooting and the warm weather they hunted other sections, so game is scarce just this day, but still several secured the limit. One fellow at 6:45 a. m. the first day shot five times as rapidly as an automatic could fire. Good thing a game warden was not handy. The north wind has given us a low tide, but soon as the tide turns in comes the fish for fresh feeding grounds. Oysters are just not, but the cold weather will fatten them up and soon we shall be having these succulent bivalves. There exists here an opportunity for some fellow to take over a going and paying grocery stock. A nice established business and all information will be given on request.


The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, November 28, 1935



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