An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Twenty-One

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Above, The Grand Opera House is on the left of this postcard of Alamo Plaza.

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Emma Bentzen Koehler, March 1912

Hands on her hips, Sophie Wahrmund’s tone is stern. “I am afraid I must report, Emma, that Jennie and Hettie entered the Opera House after the third and fourth numbers during the Tuesday Musical Club’s performance. Alessandro Bonci stopped completely and leaned against the piano, glaring at them as they awkwardly tried to crawl inconspicuously over legs to take their seats. Their faces remained scarlet long after the master of del canto resumed.”

Emma wags her finger. “Young ladies, it is uncharacteristic of you to be so rude.” 

Jennie Wahrmund clutches her hands together in front of her chest. “We were mortified when Mister Bonci stopped. We will never again enter a concert hall tardy as long as we live.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Twenty

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Andrew Stevens, March 1912

Mr. K’s hands dance above his desk. “That Leroy Denman is no more than a marionette. George Brackenridge jerks his strings, and he plops right down into the automobile seat next to ventriloquist Tom Campbell’s dummy, Judge Ramsey.”

The Colonel agrees. “If Governor Hogg hadn’t appointed Leroy Denman to the Supreme Court, not a soul would know his name. Yet he struts around town as though he were Le Roi instead of plain old Leee-roy.”

John smiles. “His briefs from the bench were so brief, there’s scarcely a scintilla of evidence he has any sense at all.”

Mr. K grunts. “Ludicrous! Arming those old gray soldiers in Gonzales with push-brooms. Amazing the brooms did not get tangled up with the old Confederates’ canes, sending the whole decrepit lot cascading to the ground like dominos.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Nineteen

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, February 1912

Thomas Campbell leans over his office desk toward his chosen candidate, Judge William Franklin Ramsey. “Going home to announce your gubernatorial campaign represents sound strategy. Gonzales always embraces you enthusiastically. Plus, it’s close enough to San Antonio to irk those brewers, particularly when the opening of your speech urges passage of an act prohibiting them and their saloonkeepers from making political contributions.” 

The Judge nods in agreement. “The domination of this state by liquor interests is shameless. Their stranglehold must be broken.”

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