Last year half of Dallas’ new teachers failed a standard test on general knowledge that was a piece of cake compared to what we once expected teachers to know.
The university at one hundred; how good is it, really?
Texas Fathers for Equal Rights joined divorced men from all over the country to protest family courts that have always favored mothers in child custody cases.
Lamar University’s hotshot basketball team makes lost of hoops, little hoopla.
The Texas education Agency’s recent report on teacher competency doesn’t make the grade.
Gas pipeline companies are devouring Lee County; border plasma clinics beckon poor Mexicans; oh, deer, what can the matter be?
A black Houstonian revised the Horatio Alger legend; making a racket in Mason; UT astronomers yearn to conquer the universe; requiem for a reef.
Yankee lawyers kick up dust in the Panhandle; maniacal marathon man runs for his life; the redfish that got away; are Dallas’s tax ills contagious?
Exploding the myth of the long-haul trucker; half a million Texas students get snookered; beating the IRS - maybe; praise the Lord and pass the ballot.
Fighting over a black neighborhood in Austin; corralling the irascible Bull of the Brazos; fussing and feuding with the DAR; monkeying around with the San Antonio Zoo.
Rice University is up in arms; God is indicted for murder; Blackboard Jungle becomes a political thicket; the golden arm of Nolan Ryan.
Del Monte gets steamed up over spinach; an entrepreneur’s scheme goes up in flames; Marlin takes the geothermal plunge; football is hot stuff in Mexico.
A professional educator flunks the test. He asks all the wrong questions and gives the wrong answers.
Sleazy Holly inspires a book that is sleazier.
Emma Blue spins lovely wheels in muddy issues.
Sexual secrets in the Piney Woods.
What happens when a high school football team tries to bench its coach?
It’s not Diamond Jim Brady, Bet a Million Gates, an Arab sheik, or Liberace. It’s a library.
In the bush leagues, rooting for the home team can be a humbling experience.
The rodeo where it really doesn’t pay to win.
Surprise! There may be hope for Southwest Conference basketball.
Forget Jimmy Carter—this is what the New South’s all about.
Pity the poor Vietnamese: so far from home, so close to Beaumont.