Saturday Night
If it’s Saturday night and you just got paid, you’re a fool about your money and don’t try to save—go dancing.
If it’s Saturday night and you just got paid, you’re a fool about your money and don’t try to save—go dancing.
Some disagree. They are wrong.
It is boorish, cluttered, aggravating, rich, beautiful, explosive, titillating, cosmopolitan, endearing, and has a full head of steam.
Big D is not called Big D for nothing.
Charismatics start by losing their heads and end up with a new kind of religion.
A good country dog is loyal, obedient, and knows the difference between a chicken and a possum.
The pioneers who came to tame the West met their match in the land of ‘Giant.’
The Orange Show’s 75-year-old creator, Jeff McKissack, still goes dancing and is sure he will live to be a hundred.Never heard of the Orange Show? Then you’ve missed a razzle-dazzle piece of American folk art—an amusement park/sideshow that looks like a topless castle designed by a committee
You’ve met the stars of stage and screen. Now meet the stars of Texas.
Try the house wine; I made it with my own feet.
Meet five famous Texans who still listen to Mother.
In which our author hints that Texas men are in for a rude awakening.
Rio Grande City Michael Patrick Houston Suzanne Paul Austin Harry Boyd Rosenberg Joe Baraban Ingram Harry Boyd Hillsboro Nicolas Russell Martindale
Forget all those myths about poverty and welfare. This family is real and they live it.
You won’t find Greta Garbo at these classic establishments, but some things that happen there are straight out of a movie.
Don’t take this wrong, but they’ve hired Eldridge Cleaver to get you.
Southwestern is out, Southern is in. Here’s how to renew our charter membership.
Meet the people who can eat, leap, kick, and talk more, better, higher, and faster than anyone else in the world.
What are the sixties’ radicals doing for an encore?
When is a truck more than a truck?
The roar of the grease, the smell of the corny dog.
A great photographer looks at plain people caught in the hard times of another Texas.
You may disagree, but we know we’re right.
Every small town is different; every small town is the same.
Sometimes the history books leave out the best part.
Abilene, Abilene, strangest town I’ve ever seen.
The Alabama-Coushatta Indian Reservation is a braves’ new world.
In today‘s tame, tame West, the cowboy seldom rides a horse and never carries a gun, but the cattle business is bigger than ever.
A different sort of women’s movement has this basic belief: give in and ye shall receive.
Climbing the social ladder, and other exercises at Hill Country summer camps.
Reflections on the disappearance of the independent Texan.
Five states are better than one, when they’re all named Texas.
Owning a pickup is not, in itself, enough.
Being a Redneck is a lot of things, but it ain’t fun and it ain’t easy.
Ben Barnes’ decision to reenter politics is not a question of whether to, but of which party. Fort Worth attorney and Barnes’ closest friend Dee J. Kelly, says of the top vote-getter in Texas: “it is not a question of running again, but of which party to run in. He’s
How do you find a folksy town of 7,500 people 20 years later in a sprawling city of 110,000?
When John Neely Bryan built his cabin he didn't know what would happen to Big D as it grew, or why it would happen. A. C. Greene searches through old photographs and records to give us the answer.
Those Jesus Freaks are your children. But what's the colony like in Dallas?
An Aggie views the closing of the Chicken Ranch. George Washington didn’t sleep there, but many famous and unfamous Texans did.
Old Glory is a long way from Madison Avenue, and Bigun Bradley probably knew it.
A good woman finally marries the wild frontier man and saves him from himself. Manifestly destiny.
Cute Toot-TootAmtrak notwithstanding, countless unfulfilled railroad buffs still reside in Texas.For these unsatiated appetites, a genuine “little railroad that could” still makes daily runs in East Texas. The Moscow, Camden & San Augustine Railroad was begun in 1927 as passenger service between the sawmill town of Camden and the railroad
IF FORTUNE MAKES STRANGE BEDFELLOWS, the fortunes of death make the strangest of all. In the state cemetery in Austin, J. Frank Dobie, Ma and Pa Ferguson, and Big Foot Wallace lie within a 30-yard radius of one another. Their graves are near the top of a small hill which
Across-the-border radio stations milk the boondocks.