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LADY IN BOOMTOWN: MINERS AND MANNERS ON THE NEVADA FRONTIER by Mrs. Hugh Brown UNIVERSITY OF NEVADA PRESS Reno and Las Vegas VINTAGE WEST SERIES EDITOR: ROBERT E. BLESSE This book was originally published by American West Publishing Company in 1968, and a paperback edition was published by Ballantine Books in 1972.This volume reproduces the American West edition except that the front matter has been changed to reflect the new publisher. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data: Brown, Hugh, Mrs. Lady in Boomtown: miners and manners on the Nevada frontier / by Mrs. Hugh Brown; introduction by Walter Van Tilburg Clark.P.Cm. - (Vintage West series) Reprint. Originally published: Palo Alto, Calif.: American West Pub. Co., 1968.ISBN 0-87417-169-5 (pb k.: alk. paper) I. Tonopah (Nev.) –Social life and customs. 2. Goldfield (Nev. )- Social life and customs. 3. Gold mines and mining-Nevada-Tonopah- History-20th century. 4. Gold mines and mining-Nevada-Goldfield-History-- 20th century. 5. Brown family. I. Title.II. Series. F849.T6B7 1991 979.3'34--dc20 90-26195 CIP University of Nevada Press, Reno, Nevada 89557 USA Copyright 0 1968 Marjorie Anne Brown. All rights reserved ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS A Lady in Boomtown was developed from notes I kept during the years I spent in Tonopah from 1904 to 1922. To awaken my memory of historical and political events, the librarian at the San Francisco Mechanics Library directed me to the file of current histories compiled by Mark Sullivan, a New York reporter. Articles pertaining to Tonopah itself in current magazines and periodicals were fragmentary. When I discovered how difficult it was to find two statements that agreed about those very early days, I decided to trust my own memory, fortified by the many clippings I had saved from newspapers and by similar data from my husband’s files. I am immeasurably grateful to my friend David Myrick, a writer and compiler of western history, whose prolific notebooks helped me to be more accurate in some of my statements. The statistics on Goldfield are from an article by Charles F. Spillman that appeared in the Nevada News Letter of January 1, 1916, a copy of which I had preserved. His figures corresponded to my own memory sufficiently for me to accept their accuracy. During Tasker Oddie’s lifetime we talked for many happy hours about the old days, and much I have written came out of those conversations .He also furnished me with campaign literature pertaining to himself and Key Pittman, together with magazine clippings about the battleship Nevada. All of these were returned to Senator Oddie, so I have no record of the published sources from which they were clipped. Most of the gossip came to me through my brother and my brother-in-law, who joined us when Tonopah began to boom. Whenever either one of them picked up “off the street" an exciting bit of information, they shared it with me and I added it to my notes The photographs and snapshots I collected myself. For me the cluttered little gallery of E. W. Smith, the photographer who took most of the pictures, was a regular port-of-call. When the old man died, our friend Herman Albert was the public administrator, and he asked me if I would like to have Mr. Smith’s pictures. I gladly went down to the littered room over the Oasis Saloon and thumbed through the vast number of prints. If I had thought of their future historical value, I would have preserved them all. Most of the photographs of people - leading citizens and holiday events - were acquired from Mr. Smith’s studio. To Hugh and Marshall and Jerrie This is written for you. Primarily, of course, it is the story of your father and me during our youthful years in Nevada. But it is more than that, for to write of Tonopah and Goldfield from 1903 to 1922 is to describe the sunset rays of the old romantic West. We were the pioneers of the twentieth century – your father and mother and the colorful people we knew – carved in the round by memories of those wonderful years when it was such an engrossing experience to be a LADY IN BOOMTOWN. -San Francisco, California, 1968. Chapter 1 Proposal in the Ladies’ Parlor…Honeymoon via S.P., V. & T., and Carson & Colorado…Judges, Gunmen and Fellow Travelers…Beds and Bugs at Hawthorne…The Stage from Soda Ville…At Last, Tonopah Chapter 2 Our First Home…The Noisy “Chew” of the Donkey Engine…Tonopah Panorama…Some Desert Impressions…An Old-Fashioned Shivaree…Kindly Neighbors and a Gallant Saloon-Keeper Chapter 3 Jim Butler and His Burro…The “Mizpah”…The Coming of Tasker Oddie…Bonanza…Claim-Jumpers and Big Jack Longstreet…Prospectors, Leasers, and Money from the East Chapter 4 A Piano by Mule-Team…The Fine Art of Mule-skinning...Dresden China in Tin-Cup Country…Riding Breeches and “Calling” Gowns...A New Kind of Pioneer…Celebrated Gunmen and the Glamorous Red light Chapter 5 Our Friend Tasker …Introducing the Oddie Family…The “Damn Horse” Rondo… Pine Creek Ranch…Dancing, 300 Feet Underground…A Guided Tour through the Tunnels…The Glory Hole, “Sweetest Ground in the District”… Six Inches from Perfection Chapter 6 Women in Tonopah…Desert Housekeeping…The Great Laundry Fiasco…Indian Annie’s Father…Banquet on Oilcloth…The Wonder of Ruby Silver…Shakespeare and a Dogfight…“The Never green Tree”…Concert, in Miner’s Boots and Organdy Chapter 7 Cowhand’s Luck…Goldfield…“Richest Ore Ever Recorded”…Lady in a Flophouse...Great Mines of Goldfield…Of Games and Gamblers…Gun Play for Elinor Glyn…The Gans-Nelson Fight…High- Graders, Mine Owners, and the I.W.W. Chapter 8 Short line from Tonopah Junction...“Railroad Days”…Indians, Floats, and the Carson Band…Prize Money for the Losers…The Governor’s Gunman and Others…A Drilling Contest Chapter 9 A New House…Mission Furniture and Inside Plumbing!…An Elegant Social with Music from the Redlight…Of Baby Food and Frontier Doctors…The Wonderful Vacuum Cleaner…Fire!…Some Unforgettable Household Helpers Chapter 10 Suppers at the ‘Dobe Shack…Tales of the Mines…Ellendale, a Bubble of Pure Gold…Key Pittman…The Perilous Fortunes of the Big Promoters…Eulogy for Riley Grannan…A Political Rally and a Country Dance Chapter 11 San Francisco…April 18, “A Violent Heaving and Shaking!”…The Scene at the Palace...A Refugee in Black Lace and Feathers…Curbside Cookout on Nob Hill…A Lost Layette and Greater Tragedies…Riding an Express Wagon Through the Smoking Ruins Chapter 12 The Day the Banks Closed…Depression-the Mining Town’s and Mine…Roundup at the Bell Ranch…First Day’s Ride for a Tenderfoot…Bull Fights, Dogies, and Professional Wranglers Chapter 13 Boomtown Visitors…“There’s a Lady in Tonopah”…The Cowboy Meets the Philosopher…A Gift of Flowers Chapter 14 An Old Friend Becomes Governor…Launching the “Nevada”…Other Old-Timers Rise to Fame…Hugh and the American Bar…Dining with the Herbert Hoovers Chapter 15 Tonopah goes to War… New Divorce Laws and Old Social Strata…A Harrowing Ride in My Thomas Flyer…A More Harrowing Ride in an Army Tank Chapter 16 Changing Times in Boomtown…Gala Luncheon at Lake Tahoe…Professional Honors for a Husband…Reprise of Boomtown Memories…Farewell, Tonopah “They tell me you’re an old-timer around here.” The man smiled as he looked me over. “You certainly don’t look like a pioneer.” “Oh, but I am.” I answered proudly. “I came here on a stagecoach in February, 1904.” “Somebody told me I ought to look you up. I wish I had been here in the beginning,” he added with a note of regret. “This place is all that is left of the old West, isn’t it?” Chapter 1 Proposal in the Ladies’ Parlor…Honeymoon via S.P., V. & T., and Carson & Colorado…Judges, Gunmen and Fellow Travelers…Beds and Bugs at Hawthorne…The Stage from Sodaville…At Last, Tonopah HUGH’S VOICE AT THE OTHER END of the telephone was serious and urgent. Would I meet him at the Occidental Hotel at four o’clock? It was near his office, and he was pressed for time. “I’m going to Tonopah tonight, and I want to talk to you.” “Tonopah? Where’s Tonopah?” For sixty years people have been asking the same question. Only those who have been there seem to be aware of its existence. “It’s a mining camp in southern Nevada,” Hugh answered. “They’ve discovered ore there - gold and silver. A boom’s on.” Like any other young lady in San Francisco in 1903 who wanted to meet a man in a downtown hotel, I had to request my mother’s permission, which she gave with just the right amount of reluctance. I suspected that she was not unmindful of the fact that Hugh Brown was a very eligible young man, a graduate of Stanford University law school, serving the usual internship in a prominent firm, Campbell, Metson, and Campbell. If I was in love with him, it might quiet the agitation caused by my famous uncle, Theodore Roberts, a leading character actor of the era who was determined to lure me to New York for a career on the stage. No lady became an actress, my family insisted, even if she had talent. But, after all, I had already been graduated from Mills Seminary, and I was eighteen and not always sweetly amenable. Hugh met me at the door of the hotel looking excited and happy – at all, slender young man in a light grey suit with a blue stock tie.