An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Five

Andrew Stevens, March 1918

“The anti-German sentiment is so strong,” grumbles the Colonel, “the Loyalty Laws have taken away the older generation’s right to talk on the street. In Fredericksburg, Boerne, New Braunfels, most of the Texas Hill Country, if men are prohibited from expressing themselves in German, they have no vocabulary at their command. As you know, Andy, many of the inhabitants never have learned a word of English.”

“The last time I walked down Main Street in Boerne, Colonel, German was all I heard.”

“And the Anti-Saloon League, constantly pumping out propaganda that the breweries are all part of an enormous German conspiracy to take over the United States. I felt I had no choice but to make this commitment on the floor of the Texas House of Representatives yesterday: ‘The breweries of Texas stand ready to close as a patriotic measure, when, in the opinion of the President of the nation, such a course is desired for winning the war.’ It generated much applause, but I certainly am glad Otto was not alive to hear it.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Three

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, January 1918

“Missus Ramer, at last,” begins District Attorney McAskill. “Please tell us why Miss Burgemeister came to see you in October of 1914.”

“Miss Burgemeister met me in the Gibbs Building, at my office, because she desired to add a codicil to her will.”

“How did Miss Burgemeister behave when she signed the instrument you prepared?” continues the District Attorney.

“She shielded the document to conceal her name from the witnesses.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Two

Above, Main Plaza with Bexar County Courthouse on right

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Hedda Burgemeister, January 1918

The clapping as she made her way to the witness stand this morning surprised her.

She wonders how the spectators feel now. Now that Mr. Campbell ripped the covers off completely, revealing every detail of her life.

Question after question after question. He touched so many nerves, she scarcely managed to contain her sobs. And he is on her side.

How can anything remain for the District Attorney to ask? She cannot endure much more.

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