The Harbor Playhouse, a non-profit organization, operates out of a space in the Bayfront Plaza, which includes a proscenium theatre that seats 454 and a studio theatre which can hold up to 150. Annually, more than 250 volunteers are actors, technicians, and support staff. Volunteers range in age from 8 to 80 and reflect the cultural diversity of the area. With a diverse schedule of contemporary and classic musicals, non-musicals, and children’s plays, Harbor Playhouse truly presents exceptional works of art by the community for the community. To foster learning, excellence and pride among volunteers and audiences, the highest artistic standards are always maintained in productions.
We are proud to be a part of the artistic heritage of the Coastal Bend, and as we look to our future, we know that we must depend on the support of our community (YOU) in order to remain an integral part of the arts in South Texas... ARTISTIC DIRECTOR-JOEL EARLEY,
Who I'd like to meet: People who love theatre, whether you want to act on stage or enjoy watching from the seats, we want to meet theatre lovers
I need your help... There is a shelter in Beeville, Texas. These animals have no shade from the hot, hot South Texas sun, many are chained, in violation of Texas' chaining laws, many of the animals are sick and in need of veterinary care, many have heartworm and are not being treated... many need to be humanely euthanized to stop their suffering. I witnessed this with my own eyes, I could see the pain and sadness in their eyes. The cats are housed in an un-air conditioned room, with a child's wading pool as their litterbox, the pool is almost overflowing with feces and urine clumps. All the cats I saw were also sick, with mange, ringworm, or worse... The puppies are kept in cages made of chicken wire and are listless and sick. Many of the water bowls were so full of algae it is obvious they haven't been refreshed in quite some time. The dogs are chained to old tractors, stakes in the ground, trees.
The yard is overgrown with the grass coming up to mid-calf, many of these animals are covered in ticks
PETA is actively working with city and county officials in Beeville and have been for about a month. The city manager and sheriff promised action, but to date they've done nothing but drag their feet and deny what can clearly be seen in the photos I took.
Please, please, please help... repost this as a bulletin and direct people to my page. The pictures are at the top left side of my page. These animals need help. Temperatures in Beeville exceed 100 degrees almost daily during the summer, these animals will suffer heat stroke and die a horribly painful death.
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AMERICA, O power benign, great hearts revere your name, You stretch your hand to every land, to weak and strong the same; You claim no conquest of the sea, nor conquest of the field, But conquest for the rights of man, that despots all shall yield.
Chorus: America, fair land of mine, home of the just and true, All hail to thee, land of the free, and the Red-White-and-Blue.
America, staunch, undismayed, your spirit is our might: No splendor falls on feudal walls upon your mountain's height, But shafts of Justice pierce your skies to light the way for all, A worlds great brotherhood of man, that cannot, must not fall.
America, in God we trust, we fear no tyrants horde: There's light that leads toward better deeds than conquest by the sword; Yet our cause is just, if fight we must until the world be free Of every menace, breed or caste that strikes at Liberty.
America, home of the brave, our song in praise we bring, Where Stars and Stripes the winds unfurl, 'tis there that tributes ring; Our fathers gave their lives that we should live in Freedom's light, Our lives we consecrate to thee, our guide the Might of Right.
"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it two _ Two dollars, and who"ll make it three? "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, Going for three". . . but no! From the room far back a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening up the strings, He played a melody,pure and sweet, As sweet as an angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow; "A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two? Two thousand - and who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice And going - and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand - What changed its worth?" The man replied: "The touch of the masters hand." And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and torn with sin, Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. Much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine, A game and he travels on, He's going once, and going twice - He's going - and almost gone! But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd, Never can quite understand, The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought By the touch of the MASTER'S hand. ~Myra B Welch
There's a graveyard near the White House, where the Unknown Soldier lies. The flowers there are sprinkled, with the tears from a Mothers eyes.
I stood there not so long ago, with roses for the brave, and suddenly I heard a voice speak out from far beyond the grave. "I'm the Unknown Soldier," the spirit voice began, "And I think I have the right, to ask some questions man to man.
Are my buddies taken care of? Was their victory so sweet? Is that big reward you offered, selling pencils on the street? "Did they really win the freedom they battled so hard to achieve? Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre above that empty sleeve? Does that gold star in the window now mean anything at all?
I wonder how my wife now feels, when she hears a bugle call? And my baby who says "Hello Central, give me no man’s land~~" can they replace her Daddy, with a military band? "I wonder if the profiteers have satisfied their greed? I wonder if a Soldiers Mother, ever is in need? I wonder if the kings who planned it all, are really satisified? They played their game of checkers, and eleven million died.
I'm the Unknown Soldier, and maybe I died in vain. But if I were alive and my Country called, I'd do it all over again."
i gave joel the cd that had all of the pictures from Lend Me A Tenor on it on the closing performance, and i would greatly appreciate it if some of them were uploaded onto the website or the myspace.
Wow! I haven't been to the Harbor Playhouse since my last summer camp there! It was around when M*A*S*H was showing. I was also in the chorus of, "It's A Wonderful Life." I miss everyone there! I'm living in Houston right now, but I still have a house in Corpus, so I'll plan my summer around auditions and summer camps there! I also would've loved to see "Honk!" if I knew it was playing! Just wanted to say hi to everyone! I love y'all!
