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MP Om:Teton 1.0 ilkaot date of birth A11110111b weed arm um for now. A daft. Ow lb *NAM* lo 1011110111. …… THE GILLESPIE COUNTY FAIR Cutrer Broaches Back in the stalls were the registered angora goats with the twisted antlers, their whole bodies panting; the registered hampshire sheep; the “Suffolk Sheep, Visitors Welcome,” two fat black-headed sheep lying in the face of a floor fan in their stall \(“Pretty ones!” said a mother; “They got a fan on those, see. He knows where cool air’s sheep, moist-snouted and dirtywhite. and geese, ducks, red cornish cocks and white leghorns and cream-brown Bantams and black minorea and white rabbits and the orange and chartreuse shuffler gamecock. “They bite?” a boy asked his dad from his perch atop his shoulders. “They don’t bite. They don’t bite,” the father replied. Behind the shed along a wire fence, hanging from a nail on each cedar post, a fire hose stretched the city block. A chicken crowed and through the strawand-dung smell a voice came over a microphone, “… Please report to the main office for a telephone call.” A sheep brayed. Across the street was oil company row, Texaco pumps and tanks. Gulf Oil Corporation’s tin shed with orange edging and five silver tanks on their sides. Sinclair’s office and five silver tanks on their ends. An Orange pickup, “Walter Ottmers, Gulf, Fredericksburg,” stopped in front of Gulf, and the man walked into the Texaco shed. An aging Pontiac pulled up by the fence and a fat-faced youth with a cigar in his chops climbed out and walked toward the fair gate. Under a tin shed toward the track people sat on the benches drinking beer or soda and eating hamburgers and picking fritos out as a U. S. Senator behind the Texas Labor-Liberal DOT organi zation. In this July campaign, Yarborough had not the political courage to acknowledge his marriage, yea devotion, to the ideals of Walter Reuther, Averell Harriman, Mrs. Frankie Randolph, and other champions of liberal government, and whereas, one week after his nomination to the U. S. Senate he now crows like a rooster; Now, therefore, be it re TELEVISION and RADIO REPAIR ARV Electronics Houston, Texas Mission 5-1539 Dick Seinfeld HIGH FIDELITY SALES and INSTALLATION of bags in their laps. A boy came through collecting bottles off the ground and carefully laying them on the others in his wheelbarrow. A lady from New Mexico explained she had switched from Budweiser because it had made her sick, or at least she thought it had after all the tubs-ful of it she drank. She liked the way the horses run in Texas, none of this going up to a window, you meet a man and deal on the spot; she flipped one hand out from the other like she was dealing cards. The crowd grew dense. Russell Lee the photographer kneeled and peered off toward the livestock shed and snapped his prey under the beer shed before they noticed him. “Boy o Boy you ought to go there,” a man was telling the lady behind the soda water counter, “you couldn’t eat those steaks. they were too fat.” Two boys ran the ice-maker and the grape and strawberry syrup for the snocones. A tall oval fat-boy over six feet tall took his hamburger and orange sodawater to the shade of a shed across the road and sat alone to eat and drink. Over at the produce barn, laid out on the white crepe paper in the white cardboard plates against the walls of silver foil, were the silent eloquent fruits of the land, peaches the size of oranges, tomatoes the size of grapefruit, green apples, pears, squash, okra, eggs, bell peppers, summer squash. Kershaw squash, onions, hot peppers, purple grapes, corn on the cob, okra, Irish potatoes scrubbed to a clean tan, figs, wild plums, eggplants, cabbage, green grapes, prunes, carrots, cucumbers, popcorn ears, blackberries mustang grapes, lima beans, green beans, and the muscled green acorn squash; gourds of every shape and many colors, watermelons, pumpkins, honeydews, yellow, white, cream, green, green and white, white and yellow, yellow and green, oval, oblong, bottling; grain in cellophane bags, solved that this convention condemn the actions of Senator Yarborough and his use of the office of U. S. Senator to support the outlaw group known as the DOT.” Daniel came in for some resolutions licks, too, particularly on the question of screening of caucus nominees. Haskell County Democrats resolved: “It has been the practice of our Governor in recent state conventions to dictate whom he wanted elected from each of our 31 senatorial districts … we bitterly condemn such practices as being undemocratic, dictatorial, and politically dishonest….” Tyler County Democrats, like those in a large number of counties around the state, passed a resolution that “delegates are instructed and directed to support Governor Daniel as the titular head of the Democratic Party.” Several counties also passed resolutions acknowledging the leadership of both Daniel and Yarborough. Uvalde County Democrats resolved that “Daniel and Yarborough have been renominated by a large majority and in the interest of harmony and unity within the Party all Democrats should pledge their united support to their re-election.” Houston Zoning to give more, his threats deterred some people. The late Jesse Jones, too, was a prominent figure in the controversy. Reeking Neighbor Ironically, the university of which Cullen was so fond got a reeking neighbor when a slaughterhouse was established nearby, some years later, with no zoning to deter it. The strong stench of unfettered free enterprise and laissez faire was only one manifestation of the consequences of unzoned and unplanned development. Washington Avenue, which is lined with hole-in-the-wall businesses and honky-tonks, dilapidated shacks, and temporary structures, provides travelers on highways 90 and 290 with many other examples. “I can’t help but think how much greater this city would have been with zoning,” said Mayor Cutrer. There can be no urban redevelopment without zoning, the mayor added. The zoning pattern must be overall; it must protect the residential areas; industry, commercial areas must be provided for; it must ge reasonable, not arbitrary or too rigid, unworkable and impractical; and it must take into account the facts of the past”we must take it as we find it” and not try to go back and cure the many ills of the past or put anyone out of business. If a zoning ordinance is proposed and an election ordered by the city council, he will wage a vigorous campaign to get it approved, said Mayor Cutrer. Get A Friend To Subscribe To The Observer 504 West 24th St., Austin BOW WILLIAMS A uset ulatie sue General Insvaanee Budget Payment Plan Strong Stock Companies GReenwood 24645 844 LAMAR, AUSTIN Let’s Abolish The Pon T9x , the shed a cigar-wielding judge with a big taut belly judged the Yorkshire bulls. R. E. Richardson tapped his Yorkshire just above the cloven hoof to get him to stand square. and sacks of it, wheat, maize, clover, cow peas, oats; and mason jars full of pinto beans, honey beets, tomatoes, tomato juice, grape juice, beet pickles, bread and butter pickles, sweet pickles, dill pickles, sour pickles, sauerkraut, bacon, ham, sausage, chicken. pickled onions, wild green grapes, apples, pickled peaches, grape jelly, blackberry jelly, fig preserves, mint jelly, wild plum jelly, dewberry jelly, fig jam, wild goose jelly, wild plum jam, red plum jelly, apricot jam. In that shed too were wool and mohair in hairy mounds; tallow in jars, lard in jars, and homemade bars of soap; the grasses big bluestem, bush sunflower, tall dropseed, curly mesquite, hooded windmill, western ragweed. poverty dropseed, mealy-cup sage, hair tridens, and one-seeded croton; plants and flowers; … And cookies, molasses krinkles, fruit balls, cherry pinwheels, German nut cookies, and post toastie macaroons; white fruit cake, yellow angel food, light chiffon, butterscotch chiffon, banana nut; and bread, graham, rye, whole wheat, buttered horns, biscuits, cornbread, cloverleaf rolls; And quilts, floor mats, bed spreads, cross-stitch aprons, crochet rugs, feed sack aprons, laced pillow cases, dresses, shirts, suits, scarves, tablecloths, embroidered wall designs and Home Sweet Homes, and a boudoir doll … Out past the Boy Scout exhibit of birds’ claws and fish scrapers, out past an old German lady sitting with knees spread to brace her, the people were still eating hamburgers and drinking beer and soda pop, and some of the kids and a few adults had wandered down the fairway into the cheap traveling carnival, and the man on the microphone said, “In the sixth race scratch Dotto. Scratch Dotto. Baby Alice in the sixth will have post position number eight.” Two hippy young girls arrived on the scene in bright col YOUR SAVINGS EARN MORE Accounts Insured To Current $10,000 Rate 4 Per Annum ALICE SAVINGS & Loan Association BOB MULLEN Vice-President Mullen Building Alice MO 4-5446 THE TEXAS OBSERVER Page 4 August 22, 1958 ored shirts and black tight-fitting slacks connected by elaborate carved leather belts with their names, “Vernell” and “Jewell,” lettered on the back. Boys surrounded them at once. Sitting with her mother in the 25-cent stands at the fence by the track a thin sunburned girl with bronze stick-like arms, wearing green boots, jeans, a collared print blouse, silver earrings, a straw hat, and a pony tail hanging from under the hat to the broad leather belt at her waist, drew on a Pall Mall and waited for the races to start. In the well between the cheap and the costly stands a sea of straw hats was churning. The high school band tumped and bazoopaed for the tonier crowd, the young boys hawked snocones from red boards with circles cut in them, and the bright heat was blown into the shade. A baseball game, between the Fredericksburg Giants and the Boerne White Sox, proceeded on the far side of the track. “Damn I won fi’ dollars from Herbert yestiddy, it’s the first time in my life,” a man was saying. The horses trotted down the track, Latin and Negro and white jockeys suspended over them, their hot black, pink, red, green, yellow, blue shirts rippling with the trot. Number five, Josie Whiz, won the first race. “You givin’ the field?” “There’s a man givin’ the field.” “I’ll take it foh a dollah.” Nobody, but nobody watched the ball game. “Ay God I’ll just give to see it. You check every race, just go ahead.” There were the people moving about, after all, the horses on the track and the bet to place with Edgar Dietz, the hum of voices bouncing back off the high tin roof, the boom-deboomp, bump-duh deeay, phulghphagh of the seat-vibrating band, “ice cohhhlld codywater” and “colebeer!”, the subtle decollete of a young blonde in a bright