An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty-Two

Above, 1915 newspaper advertisement placed by Anheuser-Busch for Budweiser

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, September 1915

“‘Work is His answer to prayer. Work is reward for faithful work. Work His expression of care. Work is iron to human blood. Work, the crown of all mankind.’” Thomas folds the newspaper up so he can eat his eggs and bacon without having to read more of Pa Ferguson’s Labor Day speech.

“I can’t stand having that peanut politician in the governor’s mansion, Fannie. Not sure whether he tries to portray himself as a preacher or Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.”

“Well, his words lack the eloquence of ‘The Village Blacksmith,’ and he is a far cry from a blessing sent by God.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Six

Above, San Antonio Express, November 16, 1914

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, November 1914

“So, if the glowing obituaries and memorials are to be believed, Saint Otto has joined his associate Saint Adolphus on a fluffy heavenly cloud.”

“The shooting came as a shock to everyone,” says Fannie.

“I know. I always considered the man the devil incarnate, but I wished him no physical harm. I merely wanted him locked away for all his underhanded behind-the-scenes illegal political activities.”

“Thomas, there’s no point in casting venomous thoughts his way now.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Fifty-Seven

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, December 1913

“Nothing appears more boring, Papa Tom,” whispers Clarence Dilley, “than stringing popcorn and cranberries.”

“No need to whisper. They’re chattering like magpies, and their laughter drowns out anything we say. Popcorn-stringing evidently is hilarious entertainment for the girls. But untangling these strings of lights is frustrating. And if one is loose, the whole string fails.”

“A boon for electric companies,” nods Clarence.

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