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 Sixty-Four

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, June 1914

“Fannie, that was absolutely delicious,” gushes Minnie Ball. “The strawberries were enormous and sweet, but your crumbly shortcake is the best I have ever tasted. Please share your recipe with me.”

“Yes, please do.” Tom Ball, pats his stomach as he leans back in his chair.

Flattered, Fannie smiles. “Of course, but there really is no secret, aside from a quarter-pound of butter and fresh cream. There’s no recipe written down. I make it the same way my mother did, and I suppose her mother before her.”

“I don’t understand it,” Thomas interjects. “A good man like you, Tom, forced to run against that rube from Bell County who truckles to the liquor interests. And I find it disheartening that someone with obvious conflicts of interest—that keg-roller Otto Wahrmund—slips back into his seat in the House of Representatives unopposed.”

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