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BOW WILLIAMS Automobile and General Insurance Budget Payment Plan Strong Stock Companies GBeenwood 2-1545 624 LAMAR, AUSTIN Let’s Abolish the Poll Tail ft CAPTAIN JOHN raillet Gallant Pioneer and Defender of His People Among the many “tall Texans” who lived too courageously ever to be forgotten, and too quietly to make the headlines of history, the name of Captain John York stands out. In 1829 John York came to Texas with his family, settling near San Felipe de Austin, at the future site of Industry, in what is now Austin County. First, there was Indian fighting to be done. Then, there was Texas independence to be won. John York led a company of his neighbors, volunteers, to San Antonio where he joined Ben Milam in the historic seige of Bexar. Home again, he was given a halfinterest in a league of land in the new Republic of Texas which he had helped to create. Later he was to do more for the new State of Texas. In 1848, for a sale price of just $1 cash, his land became the site of Yorktown, in the newly formed county of DeWitt. But Captain John had only a few weeks in which to watch the settlers and their families coming in to build his town, and his dream of the new Texas. Marauding Indians soon threatened little Yorktown, and the Captain’s leadership was needed again. He didn’t return from the first retaliatory expedition. Captain York was killed on October 11, 1848 a champion of freedom to the last. Today Texans still demand and get their right to choose the way they want to live. In this vigorous and freedomminded homeland . . “Beer Belongs” and this is why the United States Brewers Foundation works constantly, in conjunction with brewers, wholesalers and retailers, to assure the sale of beer and ale under pleasant, orderly conditions. Believing that strict law enforcement serves the best interest of Texans, the Foundation stresses close co-operation with the Armed Forces, law enforcement and governing officials in its continuing Self-Regulation program. Texas Division, United States Brewers Foundation, 206 VFW Building, Austin, Texas ‘ ‘0″*”””47000.001111109,1,,,–N-TM,–wier ,f ,–;.+ Comparing the Headlines *New car-signs: On a 1951 Ford parked in the square in Gatesville, “Wrecked in Texas by Texans.” On a later model car, same square: “It’s not a sin to be rich, it’s a miracle.” Sign on the wall in Powell’s Chevrolet, same town, just off the square: “Man is the only animal that can be skinned more than once.” *Tips for thinkers: a native of Gatesville, eyeing the orange soda waters he and an Observer man were drinking at a cafe counter in the town, volunteered this historical data: “My father, he used to do some old-timey book work, and he’ud take an’ eat two or three big oranges. He said oranges will rest and refresh your brain cells like nothin’ else will. I’ll say.” * Headlining customs of Texas daily newspapers came into focus in treatments of the police The Way of Life action against demonstrators as Little Rock schools were integrated. Compare: “Central, Hall High Integrated; POLICE CLUB SEGREGATION-ISTS. At Least Three Hurt, 24 Jailed in Little Rock”Fort Worth Star-Telegram. “Police Swing Clubs on Little Rock Mob”El Paso Herald-Post. “Busy Police Smash Little Rock Threat”Austin American. “MOB REPULSED AT LITTLE ROCK; 24 of 200 Marchers Jailed as Desegregated Schools Open” Houston Post. “POLICE DISPERSE MARCH-ERS; Negroes Integrate Central, Hall High”Dallas Morning News. “LITTLE ROCK RACISTS CLUBBED BY POLICE”San Antonio News. *Doubleday is bringing out on re-issue, in a single volume, the two novels of George Sessions Perry of Rockdale, Texas, Walls Rise Up and Hold Autumn in Your Hand, first published in 1939 and 1941, respectively. *The third annual fish rodeo started Monday at Alcoa Lake near Rockdale. Since July 24, 1954, when the lake was opened to sportsmen, almost 150,000 bass, crappie, and other game fish have been taken there, according to figures provided the Rockdale Reporter by an unnamed source. “A good, safe fishing spot,” said R. R. Sugg, manager of Alcoa’s Rockdale Works, of Alcoa , Lake. There will be three trophies and 12 merchandise awards during the rodeo. Fishing permits, “obtainable free at the concession house,” will also serve as entry blanks. * Six local option elections are scheduled in September in dry counties. This rash results from the Texas Supreme Court decision that precincts or towns can be voted wet in dry areas. The six elections will be held in Marion, Precinct 4 in Brown, and Precinct 6 in Mills. * When the eight-year-old daughter of a driller for West Central Drilling Co. underwent a delicate heart operation requiring a large quantity of fresh blood, 23 Abilene people flew to Dallas in seven private planes to provide it. The surgeon used 18 pints. The girl is doing fine. Palestine Herald-Press edi torial writers were not swept up by opinions voiced at a cornmunity meeting in favor of building new schools. If some schools need repairs or new classrooms, Dobie, Others Favor Stevenson SAN ANTONIO J. Frank Dobie of Austin and three leaders of liberal Democrats in Texas, Franklin Jones of Marshall, Mrs. Jud Collier of Mumford, and Mrs. Minnie Fisher Cunningham of Austin, were announced as members of the advisory council of Texas Democrats for Stevenson at a meeting here Saturday. Jack Matthews, state chairman of the Stevenson group and secretary of the Harris County Democratic executive committee, was authorized to arrange for a nationally prominent speaker to address a Stevenson-for-President statewide rally. The group accepted an invitation from U.S. co-sponsor the entry of Stevenson’s name in the Oregon primary next year. Several new v i c e-chairmen were announced: Mr. and Mrs. E. T. Robbins of Orange, Houston Thompson, attorney, Silsbee, and E. B. Duarte, Jr., of San Antonio. Matthews said all areas of Texas are represented by vicechairmen except West Texas. The Stevenson movement was launched in Texas July 4. Its mailing address: P.O. Box 1960, Houston. all right, and if the Negro school for elementary students pletely inadequate, “as lieve is the case,” replace it, but “We cannot anticipate the growth, or the possible retrogression, of Palestine over a long period of years,” said the paper’s editorial. “In business, you may do with what you have as long as possible, leaving drastic changes for the time when they can be put off no longer. The school system is a big business, and a very expensive one …Right now we have a good basic system. Let’s keep it.” *The Dallas Chamber of Com merce seconded their counterpart in Houston by inviting Nikita Krushchev to visit Dallas, though Rep. Alger has opposed such a visit. The chamber pledged cooperation “in making his visit profitable to the cause of world attract as much national and inas would a world’s fair.” / The new trespass law going ./ into effect Oct. 14 provides 30 days in jail and $500 fine, plus forfeiture of hunting or fishing licenses for three years, for ‘hunting, fishing, or camping on the enclosed property of another person without the consent of the person in authority, and Fish Commission * Lyman Jon e s, who has launched a new weekly, The Highlander, in Marble Falls, has begun a campaign for a sewage system in the community. “There is loose talk abroad to the effect that, because the Highlander has bluntly said it stinks along U.S. 281 north of the Colorado River bridge, we are attacking somebody,” Jones wrote. “This is errant nonsense … Now if there is anybody who wants to horsewhip an editor, let him have at itprovided he is sure he has been insulted. As to whose fault it is that it stinks along the sewagecarrying ditches, it is nobody’s fault because it is everybody’s fault.” *Time Magazine calls historian Walter Prescott Webb “this generation’s foremost philosopher of the frontier, and the leading historian .. of the American West.” *Fort Worth Star-Telegram devoted a section to “The Fine Arts,” including youthful musicians in the city, the city schools’ music programs, programs of the civic music association, the city’s art galleries, and the portrait photography trade. HUNT “The hill country” has always seemed formidable to me. My most vivid memories of my mother’s enthusiasms for landscape were planted as we drove “out toward Kerrville” or to visit my aunt’s hunting ranch in the hills around there. Many Texas skies, skintight blue with edging glassblower’s clouds, remind my mother of her native Scotland; as she has not picked up, or been picked up by, the contemporary conception of sophistication as impassiveness, she “oohs” and “ohs” in unaffected pleasure with the rolling lands, the hazing off of the horizon forward from the car. A little boy, I came to suspect there was something magical about the land, beyond my experience. Later, when my girl and I were walking once over the rocky ravines of my aunt’s place, with the twisted trees grOwing there in anarchy, we passed near a coral snake, and from a great distance I killed it with rocks. She, who is now my wife, only the other day recalled “that time you killed the coral snake for me at your Aunt Virginia’s.” But even these memories are not as strong as an unhappy impression, an impression ‘ of Bandera, phoney west town, newly varnished old-West wood, and inside a Western bar and juke boxes and resorting women in tight khaki jeans . and sports shirts. So I came to think of the hill country as a place other people enjoy. Scrub bush-trees against the pebbled cover, the land seemed fit for dude tourists, goats,’ and farm families whose boy might be nicknamed “Goat” and play a guitar Saturday night for a crowd of boys in the vacant lot beside the Dairy Queen. But this did not reckon on the rivers. ONE SATURDAY eight of us and “the children we belong to” struck out in four cars and, sighting along the Guadalupe on the map, ascended from Kerrville toward Ingram. Rounding a sharp, 20-mile-an-hour bend across a creek, we came upon the Hill Country art gallery, open air theater, and “kitchen.” This was pretty good for a starting jolt, itself. CiVic theater players journey out there from the cities, especially Houston, for the plays. The artist in residence, Don Bolen, was carpentering in the middle of the barn-turned-art gallery, whose harewood walls are hung with many paintings. Down the bank to the Guadalupe unfolded the wooden chairs to the theater, which resembles a house you might see in an. English village, but open to the air. The next six miles of road track the river to Hunt. People have built houses along most of the way, some of them on the river side and some across the road. North from Hunt, the Guadalupe, which is a fast-running stream many places but widens out into deep green stretches for long, hospitable distances, has brought into being several camps where people let their children spend six weeks or so in the summer, tennis, basketball, swimming, canoeing, hiking, and watching movies in their pajamas. IN THE HILL COUNTRY River Swimming is corn we be owner or the Game warned. Just the Kerrville side of Hunt, \(which is only a junction, with a grocery store, filling station, ice dropped off the pavement onto a dirt road. There are three clearings beside the river, one of them all right for camping but too close to the road. Across some shallows, though, lies what seems to be an island of washed pebbles, cypress trees, and prematurely yellowing sycamores, evidently afflicted by a common debility. One of our party splashed over there, disappeared for a minute, and then we heard a whoop, and “It is an island! And a waterfall! We’ll camp right beside the waterfall!” This one bell-like enthusiasm was all any of us needed to settle down. We toted our stuff across the shallows, put up a tent, start Texas CampgroundsI ed a fire, \(there was plenty of wood, washed up by the flood or ner, talked a little, and went swimming. For above our crossing was a perfect swimming hole, of the kind boys are supposed to grow up withdeepening gradually from the bank and continuing deep upstream for perhaps two hundred feet, where it shallows out again. IN RECONNAISANCE the next day we learned our site was not an island but the point between two forks of the Guadalupe. The water flows shallowly and gwiftly to the confluence, splashes together, and flows then shoulder-deep in a slow, placid moiling for half a mile. Several of us, knowing, or thinking we knew, that the riverbed belongs to the public, waded and swam downstream between the shaded banks, the lawns, the tranquil homes, of the dwellers along the river. We rested in the sun on a broad washed rock plain cleaned off for us by a flood a week before; made our way slowly and happily upstream to the camp. I took my boy Gary and a little girl to see what we could catch with worms. We took seven perch, but five we returned to the water as we caught them, and finally the larger two as well. They say bass will take minnows there, and there is no reason to doubt it. That night, before dinner, after