An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty-Seven

Above, “Still Coming,” Lute Pease, Library of Congress

an ostrich-plumed hat

Begin with Chapter One ~ Return to Chapter Eighty-Six

Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, August 1916

“Our son Mitchell and I might as well have spent the past five months on the punitive expedition with General Pershing galloping around Mexico. General Pershing has enlisted motorized vehicles, even airplanes, yet his cavalry is no closer to ensnaring the elusive Pancho Villa than when they started. But we still would’ve accomplished more on that wild goose chase than we did on the campaign trail.”

“Thomas, that’s not true,” says Fannie. “Eight candidates splintered the vote. A pie can be cut only into so many pieces, and Doctor Brooks split the prohibition voters.”

“Even he received more votes than I.”

“But Thomas, you were successful on several fronts. Voters refused to rescind the insurance bill you signed into law. Out-of-state insurance companies still will be barred from behaving as carpetbaggers, reaping outrageous profits only to spirit them back out of Texas. And, most importantly, Texans heeded the call to submit the question of prohibition to the voters—this time with the brewers rendered unable to unlawfully sway the election.”

“I must admit. Oscar Colquitt now is cut down to size. After winning plurality in the first vote, he boasted far and wide about his capability of waltzing into the Senate seat. Declared he would receive the lion’s share of the Pro vote. Any man claiming to be a prohibitionist who could bring himself to vote for Oscar Colquitt is a man sailing under false colors.”

“And your words convinced so many to vote Mister Colquitt down in the run-off. You guided the Anderson County delegation down the right path throughout the convention.”

“It pained me to be forced to endorse Senator Culberson. He didn’t set foot once in the state during the entire campaign, and I doubt he’ll survive the strain of serving out another full term. But compared with that barrel-riding Colquitt, the impotent sitting Senator is a ray of hope for better things ahead.”


Red wine percolating through her veins, the Author feels extremely grateful to have been born well after prohibition. But Tom Campbell’s continuing efforts in these pages to shine light on the corrupt election schemes aimed at keeping Texas wet always leave the Author temporarily rooting for him. He did fall far short of qualifying for the runoff election for Senator Culberson’s senatorial seat.

Continue to Chapter Eighty-Eight

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