Showing posts with label Joe Palmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Palmer. Show all posts

January 15, 2022

Another Soapy Smith gun?

Soapy Smith's Gun
The Vancouver Sun
Post January 1, 1922







 
 
 
almer afterwards took the gun and up to the time of his death kept it as a souvenir of his thrilling Alaskan experience."
 
 
 
NOTE: The Joseph Palmer in this post is not the Colorado Soap Gangster of the same name.
 
Below is the contents of the above newspaper clipping.
 
SOAPY’S COLT .45 NOW BELONGS TO SOUTH SIDE CHIEF
SOUTH VANCOUVER, Feb, 1. – The revolver once belonged to Soapy Smith, the notorious bad man of the Yukon, is now in the possession of Chief of Police Baker of South Vancouver.
     It came into his keeping upon the death of the late Joseph Palmer, a well-known resident of the municipality, who died last week.
     Palmer was acting upon a vigilance committee at Skagway at the time when Soapy Smith was shot and killed. Palmer afterwards took the gun and up to the time of his death kept it as a souvenir of his thrilling Alaskan experience. It was presented to the chief after Mr. Palmer’s death by his daughter, Mrs. J. A. Urquhart.
     The gun is an old-fashioned Colt .45.
Don Blair contacted me about a relative of his: Joseph Palmer. He sent along three newspaper clipping, of which I share here. Don writes
Hello Jeff, I was wondering if you have ever come across this information before as I came across it while doing some research on my own family tree. This Joseph Palmer came from England and was a trained shoemaker in England and he ended up in Skagway and ran Pioneer Shoemaker in Skagway at Main and Trail. Joseph from what I have read had the shoemaking business as well as other interests and some claims as well. Joseph later returned to Vancouver, British Columbia and lived until late January of 1922, and he is buried in the Mountain View Cemetery in Vancouver. The article stated his daughter Margaret in early February of 1922 gave the pistol as a gift to Chief Baker of the South Vancouver detachment as a gift. Like I say I don’t know if this is known information, or not but thought I would pass it along in case its new. Don Blair. 
I wrote Don back, writing
Hello, Don.
      Thank you very much for sending this! I had not heard of this pistol. For a time, I thought maybe Skagway's Joseph Palmer was a Soap Gang member of the same name. This was resolved when gang member Palmer was recorded numerous times in Colorado newspapers. Gang member Palmer went insane and placed in a hospital where he hallucinated that people, including Soapy, were trying to kill him.
     There are numerous guns claimed to have been Soapy's. I have a page devoted to some of them (Soapy's Weapons). The rifle used in the shootout on Juneau Wharf (Soapy's death) was given to the widow. A "Colt pistol" was listed in the estate, and sold at auction. The widow would have received it but it took her over a week to get to Skagway, living in St. Louis. Is the pistol Palmer has actually Soapy's? So hard to say.
     Thank you again!


Ad for Jos. Palmer
Daily Alaskan
July 2, 1898

 
 


Klondiker Dead
The Vancouver Sun
Post January 16, 1922

 
Below is the contents of the above newspaper clipping.
 
KLONDIKER DEAD
SOUTH VANCOUVER, Jan 16. – Joseph Palmer, shoemaker and veteran of the Klondike, was found dead in the rear of his boot repair shop at 5096 Inverness Street this morning. Mr. Palmer was a native of England coming to San Francisco in 1883 where he was in the shoe-repairing business later staking a claim in the Klondike which he worked for several years. He has no relatives living in this country.

I tried searching for Baker, the Chief of Police of South Vancouver, and found no information.









 

  





"You must lose a fly to catch a trout…now pick which shell hold the pea."
—Author Unknown










February 17, 2021

Poker Alice Tubbs and Joe Palmer's shootout with the “Louisiana Kid.” Creede, Colorado, 1892

"Poker Alice Tubbs"
Dealing faro
staged photo

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on’t shoot anymore! Don’t shoot anymore! You’ve knocked both my thumbs off!”

On February 11, 1892 Soap Gang member Joe Palmer shoots it out with the “Louisiana Kid.” Both of Palmer’s thumb-tips are shot off and the “Kid” receives upper body wounds, but escapes. It is believed the “Kid” was found deceased and became the corpse used in the manufacturing of McGinty the petrified man.

The famous professional female gambler, "Poker Alice" Tubbs, who dealt Faro across the street from the Orleans Club in Bob Ford’s Exchange, gave her firsthand account of this same gunfight in an interview she did in 1927 with the Saturday Evening Post (December 3, 1927):

. . . I was returning to my little log cabin in Creede when suddenly, from both sides of me, shots began to spurt in the semidarkness of the little town. Vaguely I saw a man behind a woodpile and another opposite, each with a revolver and each pulling the trigger with intent to kill. I did the natural thing—I made for the first and nearest saloon, since saloons were about the most plentiful of business houses in the town. Steve Scribner’s place was handiest, and while Steve tried to push the door closed to lock it I pushed as enthusiastically to get in, while the shooting went on behind me.
     “Let me in!” I shouted. “It’s only Poker Alice!”
      There was nothing else, incidentally, for Scribner to do; I was jammed in the door by this time. Wilder and wilder the shooting became, suddenly to cease that the noise of exploding cartridges might give way to heightened wailing.
      “I’m a son of a gun!” said Steve Scribner beside me in the darkness. “is that one of those fellows who’s just been shooting to kill? He’s bawling like a baby!”
     The sound grew louder, accompanied by words:
     “Don’t shoot anymore! Don’t shoot anymore! You’ve knocked both my thumbs off!”
     Then the battle, which had been intended a moment before as a struggle unto death, became quickly an affair of humor.
     “Listen to the big baby cry!” shouted the man who had shot off his assailant’s thumbs.
     “Oh, what a baby!” echoed the spectators, flooding now from behind barricades and other selected spots of protection. The howling man, mourning the loss of his thumbs, found himself the owner of a new nickname. He was 'Baby Joe' and 'Baby Joe' he stayed as long as I can remember. [1]
     Now if someone happens to get both thumbs shot off in a gunfight, I’d say they are entitled to a bit of crying, but apparently, people were a tougher lot and things were a bit different in Creede in 1892. Another eyewitness to this scrape gave an account that showed Joe Palmer in a more favorable light:

      “In those days,” said the man with the broad white hat, “Creede was a booming camp. You can make books on that. And it was a camp that it pleased an old timer to set foot in. Tenderfeet were not stacking up against the fellows then. It was a reminder of Deadwood and Leadville. It was reminiscence of forty-nine."
     “But as I was saying, that fight that Joe Palmer made against the ‘Orleans Kid’ ['Louisiana Kid.'] was as good and game a fight as a man ever saw. . . . Down in Creede he ran a house for Jeff Smith. The Kid came in there one night and got noisy and abusive. The fact that he had killed four men didn’t cut a figure with Joe, and he politely but firmly told him to get out. The Kid left sulkily, and we fellows at the tables watching the play between turns of the cards, just took a flier, in our inner consciousness, that there’d be trouble before morning.
     “Joe stepped out of the place a little afterward. He was gone but a moment or two when we hear a shot. We sprang up from our chips, leaving our bets on the layout, and rushed outside. And there we saw a fight!
     “Palmer was standing in the middle of the street right under the electric light. In the bright glare he was the fairest of targets. The Kid was by the corner in the shadow of the stores. Both of them were blazing away at less than 30 paces. The Kid’s second bullet struck Joe in the thumb of his pistol hand, and the gun fell to the ground. Joe picked it up with his left hand and went on shooting. Another bullet from The Kid struck Joe’s left thumb, and the six shooter dropped again. We all thought Joe would run then for sure, because we couldn’t see how he could ever cock his gun to keep up the fight. He stooped over, as cool as you please, grabbed his gun in his right hand and cocked it by rubbing it downward against his leg.

“When the two men had used up all the cartridges and the fight was over, the Kid staggered away. He had lost. Four of Joe’s six bullets had hit him . . .” [2]

 SOURCES:

[1] Cooper, Courtney Ryley, The Saturday Evening Post, December 3, 1927, p. 109.
[2] Colorado Daily Chieftan, March 2, 1895.
HAUNTED CREEDE: Special thanks to Kandra Payne, author of Haunted Creede, who made me aware of this article in The Saturday Evening Post.









Joe Palmer and the Louisiana Kid:
November 9, 2016










Joe Palmer and the Louisiana Kid: pages 212-213, 220, 245.





"My last piece of advice to the degenerate slot player who thinks he can beat the one-armed bandit consists of four little words: ‘It can't be done.’"
—John Scarne



 





August 23, 2013

New information on Soapy Smith gang member, "Gambler" Joe Simmons.

Joe "Gambler Joe" Simmons?
  According to my father
  Joe Palmer (sitting) and Joe Simmons (standing)

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oseph Simmons' time as a friend and member of Soapy Smith's Soap Gang is short on information. As manager of the Orleans Club in Creede, Colorado, and perhaps the Tivoli Club in Denver, obviously indicates how important he was to the outfit.When he died of phenomena in 1892 Soapy took it very hard, openly weeping in public.
      The information I published in Alias Soapy Smith came from newspapers, previously published works, and a relative. In 1988 I made the acquaintance of Beth Jackson, Simmons' granddaughter. She was able to supply me with some very helpful family history, which aided in the telling of his story.
      At the start of August 2013 I received an inquiry from a genealogist named Christine, who was helping a client look up his family history, which included Joe Simmons. The client turned out to be David Jackson, Beth Jackson's son. I was saddened to learn of Beth's passing in 2002.
      Christine was very helpful in helping David find what she could about his great-grandfather Joe. They both were kind enough to share their findings with us here.
      The 1870 Census indicates that Joseph Simmons was born about 1855 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, to the parents of Henry and Jalia Simmons. However, according to a document in the possession of David Jackson, and filled out by Joe's son, William, it shows Joe Simmons may have actually been born in 1850.
      Joe was one of five children, Elizabeth, William, John and James. In 1870, if the Census is correct (many times they were not) Joe was about age 15 and lived with his parents and siblings in Hazel Green, Wisconsin.
      Joe married Anna Christina Hanson sometime between 1873-1876. Anna was born about 1854, possibly in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany. In 1873, at about age 19, she migrated to the United States. Joe and Anna gave birth to William Edward Simmons on February 2, 1876 in Denver, Colorado. Sometime after Joe died, March 18, 1892, Anna remarried William H. Sisk. She is listed as Anna Sisk in the 1911 city directory for Pueblo, Colorado as a seamstress. The 1930 Census indicates Anna and husband William were still married and living in Alamosa, Colorado. David Jackson stated that his mother, Beth Jackson, was born in Alamosa in the 1920s, so it can be assumed that William, son of Joe and Anna, lived there as well.


The children of William Edward Simmons
John, William, Charlie, Wilson Simmons
circa 1915
Beth Jackson collection



      In later years, son, William reported on a census document in Denver that his father had been a brewer in the mid-west. It is not known if Joe's son, William, ever learned about his father's times and adventures working with America's most famous nineteenth century confidence man and bunco boss.
      It is believed that William Edward Simmons, Joe's son, passed away in 1954.


William Edward Simmons and family
March 17, 1912
(left to right) Charlie, William Edward, William, Ester R. Simmons
1732 Pearl Street, Denver, Colorado

Beth Jackson collection


 








Joe Simmons
October 17, 2008
April 20, 2010
April 7, 2011
April 21, 2011
 











Joe Simmons: pages 33, 89, 131, 210, 214, 225-29, 273, 594.





"In my childhood I saw Soapy Smith putting on his lucrative soap act in the streets of Denver, with a gullible mob milling around his “pitch” and eagerly shoving money at him. I have no clear memory of him, but to youngsters all through the Rocky Mountain region his name was as familiar as that of Santa Claus."
— Lemuel F. Parton, New York Sun, February 15, 1935



AUGUST 23


1838: Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in Massachusetts, one of the first colleges for women, honors its first graduates.
1842: Explorer John C. Fremont carves his name in Independence Rock, Wyoming.
1858: "Ten Nights in a Barroom," a melodrama about the evils of drinking, opens in New York City at the National Theater.
1868: Three members of the 31st Infantry are killed by Indians near Fort Totten, Dakota Territory.
1868: Eight settlers are killed by Indians between Pond Creek, Kansas and Lake Station, Colorado Territory.
1873: Outlaw Tiburcio Vasquez is involved in the “Tres Pinos Massacre.” He is believed to have killed 42 men. On March 19th 1875 Vasquez is hung in San Jose, California, for the murders.
1877: Texas Ranger John Armstrong shoots and kills Jim Mann, and pistol-whips Hardin into unconsciousness, before arresting him for the murder of Deputy Sheriff Charles Webb in 1874.
1882: Two murderers are lynched from a tree in Globe, Arizona Territory.
1892: The printed streetcar transfer is patented by John Stedman.
1945: Lawman Elfego Baca dies at age 80 in Albuquerque, New Mexico.