An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eight

vote wet or dry

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, July 1911

Thomas should not have stayed out of the fray so long. The election is too close. Too critical. 

As soon he heard Governor Colquitt was returning to San Antonio, he knew he was morally obligated to counter efforts to rally the wets in San Antonio. A city where there is no shortage of wets.

He sizes up the crowd at the Airdome. There must be more than 1,000 people shaded, ironically, from the late afternoon sun by the towering new Pearl Beer sign facing Alamo Plaza.

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seven

Above, Beethoven Maennerchor Hall on South Alamo Street

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Andrew Stevens, June 1911

Mr. K, the Colonel and Representative Chester Terrell lean forward in their chairs as Andy’s brother John relates political developments from last evening. “Paul Steffler came through, delivering close to 1,700 union men to the smoker at Beethoven Hall. District Attorney Baker fired them up to join the parade and rally. Chairman Mauermann utilized the information Sheriff Tobin shared with us. He pointed out to reporters that, on Monday morning, July 3rd—a morning following a Sunday with no saloons open—eighteen persons were escorted into police court on charges of being drunk. Every saloon door was flung wide open for the Fourth of July celebrations, yet only two men faced that charge on July 5th.”

The Colonel shakes his head. “Sunday is a sad day for the poor working man who can’t find a saloon open. Of course, it beats North Texas. On Sundays there, a man can’t find a stand open for any kind of cold drink at all. You cannot even buy a cigar.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Five

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Emma Dumpke, March 1911

March 8, 1911

Dear Hedda,

Gleaming gold.  I never thought anyone but a king could assemble such an ostentatious collection of golden objects in one room, but I have spent the past few days amidst America’s royalty – the foremost brewers of the country. 

Landing such a plum position surely makes me the luckiest nurse in the world. I was aware the Koehlers were wealthy, but I didn’t hold out high hopes for San Antonio, and I had no idea I would have the opportunity to travel across the entire western breadth of this country – the weak excuse I’m extending for not having written sooner. My first two weeks of employment have left me both exhilarated and exhausted.

Affecting my handwriting is the sway of the train carrying us back to San Antonio after a splendid excursion to Pasadena, California, to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of Herr und Frau Adolphus Busch. The St. Louis monarch spared no expense on this event lasting several days. Herr und Frau K seem like paupers next to the Busches’ extravagance.

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