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 July 1935

Emma Franzen Wins First In Bedroom Contest

“For over ten years we have needed a door to my clothes closet, and not until I became bedroom demonstrator did I get a new door for my closet,” said Emma Franzen, bedroom demonstrator for the Collegeport 4-H Club, and first place winner of the county bedroom contest, as she talked to the county judges. Mesdames Eugene Wilson, Norman Barclay and Walcott Rugeley.

In addition Emma has had four new shelves and an iron pipe added to the closet. Other improvements made by the demonstrator was refinishing the woodwork and five pieces of furniture. The bed has a new tufted bedspread of gold and blue. She also has gold curtains.

Willie Socha of Sargent, second place winner of the contest, is fortunate in having a new bedroom suit for her freshly painted room of buff and ivory, with curtains of cream, green and rust.

Beatrice Holub scored third with her newly papered room in green and woodwork refinished in ivory. She also has a new desk made by her brother out of an old incubator. Beatrice plans later to add all new furniture to her room.

Betty Mack, bedroom demonstrator for the Pledger 4-H Club, and Dorris Dodd, bedroom demonstrator for the Van Vleck 4-H Club, will soon have their room complete. Doris is getting a new closet and new bathroom all freshly papered. Betty is the proud possessor of a new closet, dressing table made by her father. All of her woodwork and walls are being painted and the furniture is being refinished.

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 2, 1936

By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

Accepting the hospitality of Mrs. Merle Groves, we, meaning I, the miserable wretch and the wonder child, drove to Palacios on Wednesday. The town looked dead. One customer in the bank, none in Duncan Ruthven’s, four in Herman Ledke’s and two of them from the east end of the causeway all drinking good, cool, beer. Two in the Peterson store, none in the Muriel’s Shoppe, two in Nestor’s, brothers Gillespie and Lipscomb. Bowden’s locked up. Did not go to Doc Wagner’s, for it always costs me one of them depressed dollars to call on that boy. No one in the P. O. buying stamps. The little peanut store below the bank thrown into spasms of delight as I bought two bits worth of those fine nuts. The bright handsome Arnold store was the scene of activity for several customers were buying from that attractive stock. They were so glad to see me that they made me a gift of a dozen donuts.

Calling at the Harrison home found Mrs. Harrison busy canning peaches raised on her own tree. That Harrison family gallivanting around Democratic conventions would starve to death if Mrs. Lena did not stay at home and put up fruit and vegetables.

Eleanor Harper busy tinting her finger [nails?] and combing her golden locks. Ever see a dead duck floating in a pool? That was Palacios on Wednesday. The burg wakes up for the BYPU, goes to sleep to wake up again for the army camp and then proceeds to another nap. Until and when that causeway is opened, Palacios will slumber.

The old man who sells fish hooks near the Beacon told me that when George Harrison leaves town things slow up, but said he, “George will be back soon and will start something which, while it may not suit everyone will make the ball roll.”

I criticized the Palacios C. of C. booklet because it did not locate Collegeport and College Station. The same criticism is now directed to the booklet issued by the Gulf Cost Development Association and in addition if one desires to locate Palacios must go fishin’ in Pass Caballo.

Look! Look! Look at the man and see. Every word as written is true as may be. In these southern towns built around court house squares, merchants delight to huddle so it was a bold thing Carl Bachman did when he built his new store a full block outside the holy ground. This new store, a beauty, is going to change trade areas in Bay City. The stream will flow in another current. The store is two stories, the upper used for offices and the lower will be filled with the finest brands of superior eatables. Everyone knows that what one buys at Bachman’s is high grade and backed by a strict guarantee by a concern that has catered to the country trade for thirty years.

Peaches are coming from Palacios. They are not as large as a football, neither are they as small as an ant’s eye, but fair size, exquisite flavor and priced so that all who have not had their liver ground into mush with excessive taxes, may enjoy the fruit. Our livers are still intact.

A very delightful social event was the observance of the birth of Mrs. W. H. Boeker. I do not know how many years have passed for her, but on Wednesday a score or more of her friends gathered at the Boeker home in her honor and bringing with them the fruits of the garden and field they enjoyed a very generous luncheon service and testified to their respect for the honoree. I was too ill to attend much to my regret. I enjoy such affairs, this getting together of neighbors.

Thursday we received a card from our Houston friends the Goodmans, informing us “if weather permits we will be down for week end.” Friday, came a moderate gulf storm with heavy rain, much needed, high gales and trembling people. I said to the MW, “weather will not permit.” Along about noon Saturday came a big black, long car and there we found our good friends. They left Houston under blue skies and not until they reached Bay City did they run into rain. This shows that our storm was of local character. Well we had a most delightful week end and they left Sunday P. M. for their home. Many of the older inhabitants will remember when the Goodmans lived here in the Smith bungalow in Central Street.

Friday night Andy brought us some of “ten sweet little fishes” and so had a treat. Week’s end with me a feeling much improved for which I give thanks.

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 2, 1936

By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

All this week we listened to the falling rain and therefore our wanderings were limited until Saturday and then we went to the City by the Sea or I might better say the City of Flowers, for Palacios was all a bloom with fragrant flowers. It was a fine day and we had a grand week end at the hospitable Harrison home. Father, mother, children all home, except Billy and so it all added to the joy. That night Mary Louise and the Harrison daughters all had what they call “dates” for the big dance and I was interested in the coming of the young men for the girls. Price Barnett, dressed in snowy white, a fine upstanding young man. One fine boy from El Campo appeared with a mysterious package and as Miss Marion appeared, he rose and taking off the wrapper handed her a corsage and said he, “here is your corsage and I hope you like it” He appeared nervous as the young lady adjusted the beautiful flowers to her dress. It was a splendid old time gesture of the old day gallant. It was such a sweet attention that it brought joy to our hearts and we hope to see him again. I am told that more than 580 tickets were sold and that the crowd was simply an outpouring of folk looking for and finding pleasure. It was an all night affair and so the members of our group began to return to the home nest dribbling in from all hours. At the dinner hour sixteen sat at the board and happiness reined.

Sitting on the gallery I could hear laughter and speaking over at the de St. Aubin home and was tempted to be a “BI” and go over for they seemed to be having a joyous party. Sorry now that I did not make the trip.

Called at the Linder home to see Gilbert Illbury. This boy worked with his grandfather in building the Mopac House and was a strong husky youth, but has since suffered from paralysis of the limbs. He looks like an athlete, brown as toasted coffee and is taking baths each day in the healing waters of the bay. If Gilbert keeps his nerve and his faith in God, he is bound to have permanent relief from his present affliction. His family are giving him rare tenderness and Gilbert is enjoying life as he finds it.

Mr. Huey Linder is building a boat for the State. It is a huge ship 48 feet six inches long, wide of beam, deep, roomy and will be a proud ship when she floats on the briny deep.

Saw many friends and my part of the celebration was a very happy one.

Home Sunday night about two bells and believe it or not we hit the hay before sundown and staid until sunup.

Oscar and Ora Chapin, from San Antonio, here for the week end. Fine young people always coming back to the old home burg.

Ruth Mowery, “Mrs. Watson Barker,” here for a visit with her parents and with her two sweet kiddies.

Burton Hurd returned from his long trip North looking in fine health. Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Hurd at the Army Camp near San Antonio and will be back in two weeks.

Sunday our daughter girl started back to Bryan and as we saw the bus leave, we felt that it was taking away the joy of our lives. We had a wonderful two weeks and now with anticipation we look forward to the return of our girl with her laugh and whistle.

Jimmy was wild to see us and capered and jumped and talked and told us how lonesome he had been and it was a half hour before he settled down and realized that his folks were home again. Happy week’s end.

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July , 1936

By Harry Austin Clapp

The other day Andy Jones—you all know Andy Jones—he is the man I nominated for precinct commissioner and I still believe Andy would have made us a good commissioner. Well, Andy had poor luck fishin’ and he asked me to get him one of them new fangled fish hooks, when I saw the man who sells fish hooks at the corner on the west of that damn causeway—I mean causeway dam. Excuse the error. Well I met the fish hook man right on the corner and I bought one of them there double acting fish hooks, which gets ‘em both ways, one hook going into the lower jaw and the other into upper and pretty soon Mr. Cat finds himself on the banks of the slough. After the purchase, the fish hook man said, “What do you think of red likker?” “Now” said I, “if you confine your question to what is known as red likker, I can give you an immediate reply.” I don’t think anything of it and had I the power I would wipe its manufacture, sale and use from the face of the earth and from the memory of man. Its use has brought more misery, hunger, neglect, crime, mad sexual actions, wife and child beating, bare foot children, neglected education, political chicanery, business failures, loss of morals, slackening of Christian efforts than any influence I know of. For all this, I would had I the power, abolish it. Now do not think that I am a prohibitionist. I am not for in my opinion so long as we have this drink and have always had it and that all efforts to prohibit its use have failed and will always fail, the next best thing is strict control and the stricter the better. No law can be too drastic. I just do not like red likker. That is no credit to me. All my life I have been rather indulgent in the use of things I like and if I had liked to drink whiskey, no doubt I would have used it to excess, but I simply do not like its odor or taste, so I do not use it. Now wine is something else and I enjoy a glass of wine and would like to have one each day at dinner time. To me the juice of the grape is something worthwhile and as Omar writes:

“Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
And Jamshyd’s Sev’n-ringed Cup where no one knows,
But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,
And many a Garden by the Water blows.

And David’s lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Phelevi, with wine! wine! wine!
Red wine!—the nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to incardine.”

And there is rum. According to my old friend, Judge Holman, I get my taste of rum from my piratical ancestors. According to the Judge, my ancestors after capturing a ship and causing the undesirable to walk the plank, broke out a cask of rum and the crew quaffed huge beakers but maybe it was schooners such as “Schmidt on the Banks of the Wabash” used to supply. Anyway, Judge Holman knows more about my pirate ancestors than I so the reader is referred to him. While his ancestors were quaffing moonshine, mine were drinking sweet rum. Gin as another thing and used in a temperate way makes a delicious and satisfying drink and I like a gin ricky or a cocktail and so when, as and if, I can obtain a snort of good gin, I enjoy it, whiskey may go its way so far as I am concerned. I am disgusted when I see folk unable to attend dances without a flask of whiskey handy. I am unable to understand why a person must become intoxicated in order to have pleasure. We as a nation are now undertaking another social experiment. I hope it succeeds and maybe it will, but when the state liquor commission issues a license for the sale of beer to one person and for whiskey to another, both dispensarys located within fifty feet there is something wrong. Might as well issue both to the same person. Well any way, old top you know what I think of red likker.

“This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.”—Shakespeare.

Some time ago the boys who occupy the Washington crucibles made an attempt to control potato production and failed. The growers would not stand hitcher. Now comes Maw Nature and growers I read are receiving as much as five cents per pound at the field and packing their pocketbooks with depressed dollars. I paid six cents the other day for three spuds. No dictator, not theorist, can possibly control nature or the law of supply and demand and yet they continue to attempt it. Maybe Mirth, when he reads this, will think I have become a preacher. My good friend Kisser Taulbee will be obliged to print another forty thousand the way the first issue has been received.

A. D. Jackson writes me that the Writers Conference has been called off because the hospital is being remodeled and therefore no place to bed down to writers, “but” writes he, “come if you wish and you may sleep in the shavings on the hospital floor, but as there are no toilet facilities it will be just like camping.” I am glad that he provides plenty of shavings.

From my front door I can see what I know to be trees, but to my dim sight I see a three mast ship with full sail. I can see the man at the wheel, the Master pacing his deck and the crew about their work. I can see the spray sparkle in the sun as she hits the billows. I never tire of watching my ship and maybe some day I’ll ship on her for the unknown seas. I know of no more thrilling or beautiful sight than a sailing vessel at sea. One time I was a passenger on the Pacific mail steamship Curacoa, on the Pacific and we caught up with and passed a sailing ship. She flew the Stars and Stripes and it was a majestic sight and caused my heart to skip a beat, which is nothing new these days for I have skips every day, but then it was different. I had an attack of nostalgia and had a quite sob or three. Those who have never seen a ship at sea have just missed a great thrill and I advise they go down to the sea.

When the beautiful Arnold store in Palacios was opened only one first used space in the Beacon to offer congratulations. Friday the new, sweet, Bachman’s store opened in Bay City and the Tribune ran an eight sheeter to accommodate the desire for congratulation space. Every concern almost in Bay City joined and some had a full page, others half page, and quarters, but it must have run into about six rods of space. That’s one reason why Bay City is running away from it growing clothes.

Fishing appears to be good in the canal for V. S. Merck caught a cat weighing thirty-two pounds. Several weighing from fifteen up.

Mamma Barker dressed in red looks sweet and her two kiddies all also sweet babies.

The O’Leary-Groves family have rented an apartment in Houston and will move there first of next month. Mrs. Joe O’Leary and her daughter, Mrs. Merle Groves, and grandson, Frank Groves, have been guests at the Hurd home for a short time.

Wonder who the girl with green pajamas is. Some say its Ethel Nelson.

The King’s Daughters met Monday, the 13th, with Mrs. Della Braden in Blessing. I was invited, but was unable to join the daughters.

Mr. and Mrs. Vernon King Hurd will return in about ten days and will soon be established in their Palacios home so a bird tells me.

Plenty bathing parties each evening. Soon as the dam is built, we will indulge in fresh water bathing on one side and salt water on the other. Come on dam and causeway.

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 16. 1936

By Harry Austin Clapp

[Local information taken from longer article.]

Well, anyway, this had nothing to do with the birthday party honoring Colonel Tom Fulcher. Just the family, three fine girls and their sweet papas and the near neighbors. They thought of me and Mr. Hendricks brought a plate of barbecue chicken, sandwiches, cake and a cold bottle. Mighty fine and appreciated on a day when I was paddling along on a flat. I have no idea how many years the Colonel has passed, but I recall that when I was a boy of four he used to hold me in his lap and say “patty cake! patty cake! baker’s man.” Tom Fulcher must be around ninety-six according to his tale I have related. He is a tender hearted man. If his good wife takes an axe and starts for the woodpile, he hides behind the house for he cannot bear to see his wife chop wood. Different with me for I like to see the miserable wretch chop wood, pick chicken, cook and in fact do many useful things thus saving me labor.

Mrs. Dean Merck, Ethel Nelson and Ella Guyer were the Collegeport delegates to the Farmers Short Course this year. It is expected that about six thousand will be present and I bet my money that 99 ½ per cent will know that Ethel is on the campus.

The Penland family consists of father, mother and eight children and they now have as guests Mr. Penland’s brother with ten children, so the Penland farm is now being enjoyed by about twenty-one. That’s good so long as those delicious pickles hold out. Those who have not eaten Mrs. Penland’s pickles have a treat to think about. She gave me a bottle so I know.

Emma Franzen won the bedroom contest and was awarded a trip to Dallas along with Maude Lashbrook, who the sponsors named by her interest in the work. We are proud of these girls because of their ambition to accomplish. Maude Lashbrook brought me a bouquet of beautiful flowers and she stated that she won second in garden culture.

Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Waters (Louise Walter) are here with their little daughter for a week’s visit with parents.

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, July 23, 1936


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