By Harry Austin Clapp
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Mrs. Robert Kundinger, with her son and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Russel Kundinger and Master Robert Kundinger, all from Chicago, and kin of our beloved Hugo, spent a week here in blissful enjoyment. Mrs. Kundinger will be remembered as the lady who on a previous visit caught a shark and tamed it so it followed her to Chicago, where it sports in the blue of Lake Michigan, but it is unhappy for a shark can only spit in salt water and hence is denied this pleasure.
I was given the pleasure of an invitation to the King's Daughters at the Liggett home. Never saw such a crowd, nearly forty-five being present, all attracted by the odor of the generous and delicious foods provided. The meeting was honored by the presence of Mesdames Hensley and Jones. Mrs. Jones at one time was a resident of this burg and we enjoyed delightful retrospection as we gabbled about olden days.
Thursday the Mopac Foundation held its first annual meeting the fiscal year closing March 31st. Hugo Kundinger's term as trustee expired, but because of his faithful handling of the funds, was reelected for a term of five years. Next year the writer's head will be on the block and perhaps it will be wise to sharpen the axe and give him the chop-chop where he wears that red necktie. Fearing that, his head wags feebly for the next twelve months. Reports of the secretary and treasurer shows that receipts were $85.60 and payments on vouchers $64.20, leaving a balance of $21.31. Payments made on the piano $50.00 leaving a balance due of $25.00. The building is sadly in need of paint and the gods only now how, when and where. The floor needs treatment so it may have a hard, smooth surface for dancing feet.
For picking peaches I doff my hat to Clifford Franzen. Two or three years ago he brought a load of that fruit from Port Arthur, and so far as he allowed, I enjoyed the chance offered to me. This week he brings another load, one of them being a very delicious specimen from the Magee orchard. From the sparkle on the third finger, it appears that Clifford has cast his loop on this peach so I had to keep hands off. This one is known as the Odessa Magee peach and the other one is a Louise Bogel peach from the orchard of Mr. Bogel. Both what I call delicious fruit and I fell so hard for them that Clifford took a chance and perhaps spoiled two films, one of them showing the writer standing between two beautiful peaches. I hope this film turns out swell. Well, anyway, the girl who takes Clifford will be a lucky gal for he is one fine young man. Gus was so proud of the exhibit that he squandered a big appreciated nickel and presented me with a White Owl. The foursome from Port Arthur was completed with Mr. Frank Maxwell. They return Sunday and along in June time, when the sun shines bright and warm, when flowers bloom, when the air is filled with sweet perfume, when love calls and will no longer be denied an answer, bells will ring for it will be peach time in the Magee orchard.
"Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;
And to make Life and Death, and that Forever,
One Grand Sweet Song."
Wednesday night a home wedding with Reverent George Gillespie reading the service. Ruth Boeker was united in marriage to Mr. F. R. Spate of Houston. Those present were the parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Boeker, two brothers, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Boeker of Bay City, Mr. and Mrs. Frank King, Mr. and Mrs. Ben R. Mowery and the grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boeker. The young couple left that night for Seadrift, where the groom is employed by the Continental Oil Company. The good wishes of the community go with them. Ruth was brought up in this place and by her sweetness has endeared herself to all who now her. I wish them a joyous trip with smooth seas, gentle sloping beaches, fragrant breezes, dancing, flowing tides.
We count ourselves as among the fortunate for we have been feeding on as delicious bacon as ever graced our table. Bacon from a wild hog caught by Louie Duffy, cured and smoked by his master hand. A streak of lean and a streak of fat, a golden, sparkling brown and a flavor all its own, from a formula known by only Louie. That was a delicate and generous compliment given George Harrison by the Tribune in a recent issue. I quote a few lines: "It has been said of George Harrison that he knows and is known favorably by more state officials and others in authority than any County Commissioner in Texas, and very, very naturally, because of such broad acquaintanship, can get more attention than the general run of county officials."
Not long ago I had the pleasure of meeting a well known and very prominent man and during our conversation he said, "Mr. Clapp, I know every member of all the county courts in the counties bordering on the gulf from the Sabine to the Rio Grande. I have done business with them all, I know all the court members of the next tier of counties and I'll tell you, that in my opinion, George Harrison is the best commissioner in Texas and he can do more for the coast counties than any man in the territory, name and beyond that, he goes far in securing good things for his own county." And yet there are those who would deprive us in precinct three and in Matagorda County, of the services of such a man. I wonder if the voters of this box and others on the east side of the bay will listen to the foul tales being told and take from us a proved, tried, and capable servant, and in his place give us some one without contacts, without experience, without ability to ever in a life time make such valuable contacts. Those who are making charges that border on the criminal better look up the law of libel and be sure of proof before they go farther. Well, anyway, I have not decided how I will cast my two votes. I need a ditch cleaned, the road from my gate to the postoffice put in order and a few loads of gravel hauled into my roadway and as Jed Prutz would say, "I hain't never seen nothin' in doing nothin' for them what hain't never done nothin' fur me."
Just at this point comes Andy Jones with a six pound red fish, so I have made up my mind to vote for Andy Jones for Precinct Commissioner. Any feller who brings in fish can have my votes.
Mrs. Lutie Ramsey, manager of the Ramsey Poultry Farm, took some eggs to market the other day in sufficient quantity to break the market from 12c to 11c. Fine for the consumer, but hell on the producer. Guess it's all right for it appears that the old U. S. A. is not much more than a dish of scrambled eggs.
Oil well still marking time but rumor tells that plans are made for a new hole.
Looks as though we would at last have a causeway to Palacios for the plans are rocking along quite nicely, thank you.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 2, 1936
When I write about the dreams of Jimmy, I do not mean Jimmy Gartrell, but Jimmy the pooch. Just at this point a friend comes in for a chat and after lighting up a cigar he inquired what I was writing about for this week’s Tribune and I replied “Thoughts When Jimmy Dreams.” “Say” said he “why not write a word about wolves?” “A word about wolves” I asked, “well what about them?” In reply he said “don’t you know that wolves never way their tails.” So my thoughts go off on a tangent, from dreams to tail wagging. I have met many wolves in my trail rides and I can say that I never saw a wolf wag his tail. One time after a week’s camping in four feet of snow, 100 miles from Cripple Creek, I told the men to load the wagon with camp outfit and return to Cripple while I took my horse and went cross country alone. I carried no rifle, but I did carry a fine wire cutter and I cut several wire fences on that trip. During that afternoon a lobo appeared on the trail perhaps twenty rods ahead, sitting peacefully, watching me with his bright, evil eyes. As I approached, he started on an easy lope. As I increased my speed, he did the same and as I slowed up, he put on the brakes and when I stopped my horse he stopped and resumed his big bushy squat. But he never wagged a single wag, always carrying his big bushy tail hanging down. We kept this game up for perhaps a half hour, maybe more, he playing with me and I with him. He was a big boy, standing at least twenty four inches and perhaps forty inches or more long and I was thankful that he left his family at home. At last I pulled my automatic and took a shot and he quickly bounded into the thicket and silently passed from view, but he never wagged a tail. I have met them in Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico and more than several in Old Mexico and more than once have walked, sat or loped along in front of my horse, but never did one of them wag a tail. I am of the opinion that although they belong to the same family as the dog, that one thing they do not have in common and that is tail wagging. Our dogs use the tail for their flag of friendship, and with it they give welcome to those they love. In my trail journeys, I have met up with lions. Several at different times and they also appeared playful, but no expressive tail. Twice I had a similar experience with brown bears, one of them a female with two cubs and yet the dog only waves his flag. Jimmy, my diminutive Fox Terrier, wags his stubby tail in joyous endeavor to tell me of his joy as I approach and at times he comes mighty near speaking English for he is a great talker and I understand his language and his mine, we have many a long discussion. Jimmy jumps on the couch, curls into a little black ball and soon is sound asleep and from him comes huge snores of sleepy content and after a while his trip into dreamland finds him in pursuit of a rabbit or perhaps a opossum or it might be a rat or cat, but from him comes the cry of the pursuit and the air rings with barks, whines, and shrieks of victory as he downs his dreamland prey, if awakened he wags his little tail as if ashamed of the exhibition but a word from me and he curls up and is soon back in dreamland. I am glad that Jimmy wags his tail and that wolves do not. Jimmy is my fast and loyal friend and he loves me and I love him. When the red wagon of the White House Feed store comes here, I have to watch Jimmy, for that wagon man has fallen hard for Jimmy and would like to do a dog napping job so I watch that there red wagon. Jimmy is so accustomed to eating at the family table that when we place his food in his dish in the kitchen, he brings it into the dining room and insists on eating right by the feet of the miserable wretch. This only shows his artistic breeding and proves that he is a real gentleman. I have owned many dogs, loved them all and they all wagged their tails, but none dreamed as Jimmy dreams and none came so near using good English. No wonder we have a real affection for Jimmy. Jimmy wears a black harness studded with brass studs and he is proud of his dress and actually begs for me to put it on him. He feels dressed up when wearing his harness.
Dog lovers will read with pleasure. Others are at liberty to skip it as unworthy of a place in a religious journal. What care I? I adore my Jimmy dog and he gives me idolization, love and hallowed reverence. He will follow me to riches, to rags, to the banquet table and to the scraps in equal joy for Jimmy loves me. Friends may desert me, property may depart, food may be scarce, winter’s cold may be severe, summer’s heat may blister, but Jimmy will still wag his tail in contentment, happy in adulation for his man. That is why I prefer Jimmy to any of my wolf friends.
Hangin’ aroun’ and listenin’ a feller hears lots of things and so for some time I have been hearing a lot about some of our folk being taxed to pay for the Palacios sea wall. Of course we never voted on any bond issue and sure looks strange that we should be called upon to pay any part of such an obligation. It is a case of taxation without representation as my informant states. Well I knew nothing about it so entered into no argument. I have looked the mater up and here is the explanation. Recognizing the necessity of some protection against erosion on both sides of the bay, the State Legislature by special act, donated 8-9s of the State ad valorem tax for a period of thirty years. The State ad valorem was merely diverted to the seawall commission to pay for this construction and the tax receipts now, instead of showing so much State ad valorem tax, shows the same amount under seawall tax. It is merely a diversion and not a new tax. When the Tax Collector ceased paying this ad valorem tax to the State and does pay it to the depository for the seawall commission, he stamps the account so paid on the tax receipt which is correct. An examination of the tax receipt will reveal that only 1-9 of the ad valorem tax is now collected for the state. If it were not for this donation of 8-9s all of the ad valorem would be entered on the tax receipt and collected and paid over to the State. Any person who desires to become acquainted with this situation may easily find out the truth and he will at once become aware of the fact that he is not paying one penny of new tax.
Every day is at some time brightened with visits from friends and so March 31st was flowered with the presence of James Gartrell. We like Jimmy and are glad to have him remember us. He always smiles and sheds joy wherever he goes. Our home is brighter after Jimmy has visited with us.
John B. Heisey has a real strawberry patch which is yielding him such a delicious income that he is no longer interested in the Townsend plan. The berries are large, clean, fine color and well smothered in Holstein cream, provide delectation and joyous transport. He has an income from $1.20 to $2.00 per day at twenty cents per generous quart.
Friends of Mrs. Tom Fulcher are delighted with the news that she is making rapid and satisfactory recovery from a second operation and the promise that she will return to her home during the next ten days.
Well, Saturday we held an election for school trustees. With a voting strength of around 125, only twenty five appeared to exercise their franchise. The vote was as follows Mrs. L. E. Liggett 23; Mr. Frank King 24; Mrs. George Davis 18; Mr. Blackwell 2; Mr. Penland 4; Mr. Bungy; Mr. Harvey 1. For county trustee at large William Cash received 25 votes and for trustee for Precinct 3 John Evans received 22 and Lauderback 3. According to the principal arguments of seekers after office, William Cash has had he office long enough and should allow some other person to have a chance. No matter how long and satisfactorily a man has served, he should be turned out and allow the other fellow a chance. This is the argument nearly all the office seekers give me. Poor argument and does not go far with me.
As a member of the election board, I had the pleasure of receiving Hutchins King’s first vote. Hutchins is a clean cut, upstanding young man and his parents have reason to be proud of him. I suggest that he study the Republican primer and vote that ticket this fall.
One of the County meet stunts was held at Gulf Saturday and among those present were Mr. Elliott Curtis, principal of the local school, Mrs. L. E. Liggett, Roberta Liggett and Milford Liggett. They returned just in time to see the polls close.
Friday the barometer made a sudden change and popped up thirty points and stood seventeen above normal and now indicates “rain.” Of course if we get rain as we need it and as we want it, there will be no necessity of building the dam across the bay but unfortunately we get rain in gobs and everything is flooded and then comes long periods of moisture. The dam will impound necessary water and allow it to flow out over thirsty land whenever the farmer desires more moisture. The dam is going to be a machine which will lead many a farmer from a continued struggle trying to grow his crop to as near a certainty as farming may be. Many who have never been active in any civic work except on the negative, appear to be busy tossing chunks of iron into the cogs of the machine, in an attempt to frustrate the proposition to build and operate a plant that will not only employ hundreds of men for a long period, give us a passage across the bay which of itself will prove a tempting route. A drive across the bay a mile long will be the attraction no tourist can resist. Besides attracting many tourists, this dam will take most of the gamble from farming.
The mosquitoes arguments are mostly bunk. We have the pests in abundance and a plenty of them breed right in back yards in the water collected in empty cans and other rejected receptacles. Mosquitoes do not fly far. If those who detest mosquitoes would begin cleaning up their close by yards of cans, tall grass and weeds, the mosquito pests would rapidly disappear. It does not appear possible to lay this all upon this dam. I have no land to irrigate, so have no personal interest in the impounding of water but I do want a causeway across the bay, have yelled for it for twenty five years. We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, wish to walk across and attend service at St. John’s Chapel.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 9, 1936
Collegeport High School is looking forward with pleasure to the play, “Here Comes Charlie,” given by the faculty of Collegeport School, Friday, April 17, at 8 p. m. Admission is 10c and 25c.
The Valedictorian of the Senior class of 1936 is Miss Irwan Blackwell, Aaron Penland is Salutatorian.
The Girl Reserves are looking forward to Play Day at Bay City. After Play Day they are planning to give the Seniors a banquet.
The school was almost in tears Monday because our superintendent, Mr. John H. Cherry, has gone. Bay City is gaining what Collegeport has lost. We’ll see him as “Uncle Alec Twiggs” in the faculty play, Friday night.
We are very pleased with our new English teacher, Mrs. Eleanor Lloyd. We hope we’re not too much for her.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April16, 1936
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Reading in the Tribune about the work of the Boy Scouts caused me to remember that the first Scout troop ever formed in this County was here in Collegeport. My first commission as Scout Master was issued in November 1912, a temporary commission, and the permanent one was issued in July 1913. I wanted to take the troops on a hike to Bay City and came on the court house grounds but there were so many objections that the plan was given up. Took them to Palacios one day on a boat trip and Palacios boys tried to gang them and insulted and derided them as a bunch of sissies. Took them to Galveston by water when the Intracoastal Canal was opened. Camped on Galvez Hotel grounds. Received many honors including a call by the Governor of Texas. At the night parade the Troop was led with the Scout Master and Roy Miller at the head. My two commissions are brittle with age, dark brown in color but good scouts.
This chilly weather brought to us by a belated norther is what my father use to call “Damned late in the fall.” I am ready for spring and twice ready when I see the miserable wretch shivering around. This weather is just a bit too much and I charge it all on Ben R. Mowery who has charge of our local weather service. He sure has neglected his barometer.
Reverend Paul Engle of St. Mark’s Bay City here Tuesday morning for seven o’clock communion service. We had Mrs. Lutie Ramsey as our guest and the service was greatly enjoyed and refreshing. Not many pastors would drive thirty miles on a blustering morning just to give a church service to two “isolates.”
June 16th, 1936, communicants and others who may be interested are supposed to make a pilgrimage to Christ Church Matagorda. This is the first Protestant church to organize in the state of Texas, and this is the one hundredth anniversary and really a part of the Texas Centennial plan. While the plans call for a barbecue with plenty of coffee, bread, pickles, visitors are requested to bring their baskets of digestible eatables, enough for themselves and a bite for another fellow. If all will do this there will be plenty of food for the big gang. Inasmuch as it is expected that at least two thousand will make this pilgrimage, it is evident that those in charge will not be able to supply all the food required, hence this suggestion that each one bring along a basket and throw the contents into the big basket so that the multitude may be fed. We expect every communicant in Matagorda County to be present, also that every parish in this diocese will be represented and that every diocese in the state will be there. This is a milestone in Church affairs and remembering that it is really a part of Texas’ great Centennial Celebration the roads to Matagorda should be filled with eager traffic. What a grand thing it would be if the causeway was open for traffic and the road extended into Matagorda. Ask Ed Baker about that.
I notice that the County Health Committee will celebrate the death of Jesus with a dance Good Friday night. There being only 365 nights in the year, I wonder why select such a sacred night. Hanging on the Cross brought no health to Jesus, but maybe this dance will bring health to those for whom it is sponsored. O, well, the world must move.
Andy Jones, my candidate for precinct commissioner, has decided to withdraw from the race. He tells me that he met Mr. George Harrison the other day and finds that he is a fine looking man, a splendid personality, that he believes him to be an honest servant of the people and therefore he does not think it right to stay in the race and perhaps aid in defeating Mr. Harrison. Of course, I am disappointed for I would like to see Andy Jones elected and then every one on this side would get their ditches dug out, their drives graded, the roads in front of the their farms graded and put in shape and holes in their yards filled up. In such jobs as these Mr. Harrison has failed as can be proven by the many complainers. When so many complain that their ditch needs cleaning, there must be truth in the stories that Mr. Harrison is neglecting his duty as a servant of the people. With the elimination of Andy Jones I can see my dreams of improving the road from my gate to the P. O. vanish as well as other much desired improvements. In my opinion the first duty of a commissioner is to always give the people what they ask for. This should be done regardless of expense or whereinthehell will the cash come from. Any commissioner who fails to grant every request is a complete dud. Mr. Harrison in defense tells us that he is limited by the lack of money but may the Lord forgive him for this statement. We all know that all he is required to do is to report to one of the cubicles in Washington that $2,350,005.10 is required for work in precinct 3 and in a whisker’s wink the cash would be in the bank. When he fails to ask for this money he flops on his constituents. Maybe I can get Jed Prutz to run, for we sure need a man who will get the cash and giveeverysonofagun what he desires. If Jed Prutz refuses to stand, I’ll give my two votes to Harrison for looking over the three candidates. I believe that Uncle Archibald will do more for us in real service than both the other two in combined efforts. And further if the two opponents live to be 96 years old and wave whiskers four feet long, I don’t believe that in all that time they would ever hear the Governor of the State of Texas address them as Grover or Ray. This is nothing against them personally for both are nice boys, but they just don’t know the howtomix game and George Harrison knows it and all its mystic maze and from his visits into that mystic land he more than often brings to us contacts of much value. Well, anyway, I hope Andy Jones will not be sore and still bring me some fish.
The Woman’s Club met Thursday in the library with a good attendance. Mrs. Cherry had charge of the program each number being of unusual interest. Mrs. Liggett read a paper on Folk Songs of Texas; Mrs. Heisey read about the Kansas capital and illustrated it with a beautiful fotograph of the capital in winter; Mrs. Clapp delivered an address on Music and Art. Miss Charlie May Carter, representing the Girl Reserves, gave an interesting explanation of the budget plan for handling Reserve funds. Because of an epidemic of children diseases, the library will be closed for a few weeks. The next meeting of the club will be a luncheon for the Girl Reserves and their mothers to be held at Mopac House.
S. O. Eidman here Friday, and said, “I am just mopping up.” He told us that he had made personal visits to more than eighty percent of the homes in Matagorda County and would now devote his time to Palacios and Bay City. He has made a good impression in this place and also votes. He had brought his wife along it is possible to have captured this box.
Mrs. Patricia Martyn was here Thursday with Mr. L. H. Dennis of Chicago. Mr. Dennis is an expert on foot correction and wished to talk with the pupils of the school, but was refused permission. No harm would have been done had the children been taught the virtue of washing their feet.
Saturday came Ruth and Naomi Harrison having a short vacation from the University. The girls are making good grades and Ruth has recently been highly honored by her teachers. With them can Katherine Mallett and Lawson Meadows both University students. Katherine is a good sized girl, but Lawson stands about 6 feet 6 inches and built along generous lines. Just a pre-Easter visit and greatly appreciated.
Woman’s Union held a bake sale Saturday and served coffee and doughnuts etc. and did a splendid business. At the primary on the 25th they will have another sale and provide lunch.
Received many Easter cards, some candy, basket of eggs, letters and one Tribune reader sent a check for two depreciated dollars. “So you’ll remember me on Sunday.” Well we had a fine Easter day even if we were “isolated.”
I am still waiting for those fotographs of the Port Arthur peaches and writing about peaches, what about Frances King home from San Marcos. Have not seen her, but don’t have to for in my mind’s mirror I see her with her golden hair, bright eyes, charming face a symphony in delicate creams and pinks. With her came Rosalie Nelson, also on vacation, and it is marvelous what a year away from home does will do for a girl. Rosalie has grown in poise and charm and has developed a sweetness and graciousness that is very becoming. Two fine girls both products of the old home burg.
A beautiful Ester card reminds me that my only “vice” is still alive. I was beginning to worry for when a man has only one “vice” he dislikes to lose that sweet remembrance. I trust she will continue to be true to me in memory of our happy past. Hey?
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April
[Local information taken from longer article about T.
O. Walton, Roy Miller
Now that Andy Jones has [with]drawn from the race and Jed Prutz refuses to stand simply because his old woman told him to cut out politics, there is nothing for me to do, but cast my two votes for Harrison and I hope he will be elected, for maybe he will clean out my ditch, but if he does the work will have to be done this week for I know that after election not a damn stroke of work will be done for two years. I still hope Andy Jones will bring me some fish.
Had Mr. and Mrs. George Harrison and Mrs. Lutie Ramsey as guests Thursday for dinner. The piece de resistance was a six inch middle cut from that wonderful Swift’s premium ham and when placed on the table all golden and rosy with the trimmings and topped with slices of pineapple, was a picture worthy of an advertisement in the Saturday Evening Post or any other old paper. I cooked it in what is known as a la Homecroft. The recipe may be had by cutting out the coupon to be found in this day’s Tribune and sending it to Mirth’s Kute Kitchen Korner. Mirth will do the rest.
George Harrison spent the day fixing up some political fences, adding new wires, as to keep the ponies in. Us Homecrofters had a very happy red letter day and are still living in memories. The grandest thing in the world is the possession of loving friends. Just received a new riddle, “consistency is the watchword of patience.”
Our Justice of the Peace will not stand for election again giving as his reason his impaired hearing. I have been asked to become the Justice, but have declined because I have impaired sight. If they would elect Seth with his good eyesight and me for my good hearing, the people would have a fine Justice team.
Ruby is an economical girl. Sent me a postal card with just five printed lines informing me that
(a) “I shall not be able to make a personal call;
That’s all good stuff, but I still think it would do Ruby no harm if she would get down in the brush and tall grass and visit out with the good folk and eat a snack with us. A postal card is only a card, but a good talkover is something else. Okehdokey.
The local school put on an entertainment called The Faculty Show. I did not attend simply because one of the springs and screws in my wooden leg was out of order and I took it off for repairs. I am informed that the house was packed and the S. R. O. sign was hung to the door. The show was so entertaining and there were so many recalls that it was midnight when the curtain dropped on the last act. As a result, the school must be wallowing in cash.
During wet weather the road to the cemetery is at times almost impassable. The King’s Daughters are asking the precinct Commissioner to do the grading. This is such a necessary work that I expect some ___ lumber will go up there this ____.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April 23, 1936
[Local information taken from longer article.]
Here is some local oil news. Mrs. Boeker, who operates the Ruth Café at the oil well east of this place, has been requested by the Continental Co. to be ready to open at a moment’s notice and she informs us that much equipment is being made ready to move from Seadrift to Collegeport. I also have information from a well known oil operator that a high official of the Continental Company said that funds had been voted and ear marked for drilling a new hole close by the present derrick and that the company was satisfied that provided they met no trouble in drilling, that a big producer would result. You folks who live outside the state and own property here, may read this with belief or not, as you choose, but it is the last news I have.
The White Man’s Union Primary is a thing of the past for the year. Many of the positions were fiercely contested for, but as a rule the campaign was decently conducted. In Precinct three great interest centered on the race for commissioner. The present officer has many bitter enemies, but he has more loving friends. The vote was as follows: Harrison 578; Lawson 382; Phillips 140. This gives Harrison a majority of 57 and a lead over Lawson by 197. It was a great victory for those who stand for continued progress along well defined plans. The Harrison house was opened for the entertainment of congratulating friends and about 200 called. Friends drove from Bay City, Wharton, Freeport, Blessing, Houston, Matagorda, to present their congratulations. Telephone calls from Austin, San Antonio, Dallas, Ft. Worth, Houston, Freeport and other points, and one from distant New York. It was a happy joyous crowd and the home was filled with laughter, until two in the morning. Being present I had the pleasure of meeting many of my old time friends and for that reason I had a very happy time. The Harrison home is a hospitable place where guests easily and comfortably fit into the home life. Here in Collegeport, George Harrison received his usual vote of confidence, having a lead of 26. The results prove that those who are interested in a comprehensive plan for development are still determined that there shall be no change at least until certain works are completed. Well, any way, “The Ten Thousand Dollar Beauty stays.”Election night was a gala night at the Pavilion, where more than two hundred danced the hours away to the titillating rhythm of Pete Gardner’s musical tooters.
I am happy to report that Jack Barnett looks in fine physical condition and if it be true that he is the “King of Palacios” the people of that burg should be glad to have such a well preserved king.
Most of our local kiddies with their mothers journeyed to Bay City to attend the Girl Reserve round-up so the town had a deserted appearance. Two trucks carried most of them and many cars the balance.
We, meaning I and the miserable wretch, hit the hay at two in the morning, but that night we hunted the shucks at seven and enjoyed shut eye until six the next morning.
The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, April
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