February 22, 2021

Soapy Smith in San Francisco, 1882.

Soapy, Taylor and Waller at the Brooklyn Hotel
San Francisco Examiner
November 13, 1882

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OAPY IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1882.
  NEW DISCOVERY!

 

I knew that Soapy had been in San Francisco in 1881, being arrested TWICE for operating his prize package soap sell racket, and I knew he had gone through in the late 90s, but 1882 is brand new information as of this posting.

Soapy signs the register at the Brooklyn Hotel, along with

  • John Taylor: whom early authors described as Soapy's mentor in Texas.
  • John T. Waller: Spelled as "J. F. Waller."

 

The Brooklyn Hotel
San Francisco, California
Circa 1875
Archive of California, Bancroft Library

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The Brooklyn Hotel was on Bush Street, near Montgomery. The photo is Bush Street looking west from Sansome Street. Hacks and hotel stagecoachs (called "buses") bring hotel guests to and from the hotel. Circa 1875.
     Interesting to note is that Soapy stayed at this same hotel about three years later, on February 22, 1884, listing his residence as Denver, Colorado.

SOURCE:

  • San Francisco Examiner, November 13, 1882
  • Photo: Archive of California, Bancroft Library










San Francisco
October 6, 2009
December 26, 2009
December 26, 2009 (part 2)
January 3, 2012
February 23, 2021











San Francisco: pages 40-41, 60, 82, 85, 109-10, 118-19, 152, 242, 361, 409, 411-12, 418, 425, 428-29, 432-33, 450, 463-65, 472, 492, 504, 527, 545, 574, 587.





"Even as I approach the gambling hall, as soon as I hear, two rooms away, the jingle of money poured out on the table, I almost go into convulsions."
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gambler, 1866






February 17, 2021

Soapy Smith in Parsons, Kansas, 1880

Soapy registers at the St. Elmo Hotel
Parsons, Kansas
Parsons Daily Eclipse
March 31, 1880


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arsons is a city in Labette County, Kansas. The town was named after Levi Parsons, president of the Missouri-Kansas-Texas (Katy) Railroad. The town was founded in 1870 and incorporated the following year by the railroad. The location for the town was chosen because it was where the two branches of the railroad being built from Junction City, Kansas and Sedalia, Missouri would meet, and was on a ridge between Labette Creek and Little Labette Creek, which were soon dammed to provide a water source. The railroad commenced building a massive rail yard, foundry, and locomotive shop at Parsons, which for many years was the third largest railroad facility west of the Mississippi River with only Kansas City and Los Angeles being larger. Settlers from nearby towns uprooted and moved to Parsons, and new settlers arrived on every incoming train. Parsons soon became a major hub for several railroads including the Missouri Kansas & Texas Railroad, Parsons & Pacific Railroad, Kansas City & Pacific Railroad, and the Memphis, Kansas & Colorado Railroad. 

As Parsons was a large railroad town, my guess is that Soapy stopped over for a night or two, operated his swindles, and then got back on a train continuing on his way to other better prospects. I could not find anything on the St. Elmo Hotel. 


Parsons, Kansas
Forest Avenue (now Broadway Ave)
August 4, 1873
Courtesy of the Kansas State Historical Society
 
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Main and 18th Streets
Parsons, Kansas
Colorized postcard

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"When a gambler picks up a pack of cards or a pair of dice, he feels as though he has reduced an unmanageable world to a finite, visible and comprehensive size."
— Annabel Davis-Goff, The Literary Companion to Gambling








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



 





February 13, 2021

John T. Waller, early bunko partner of Soapy Smith

John T. Waller and Jeff R. Smith
Las Vegas, New Mexico
Daily Gazette
November 8, 1881

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OHN WALLER
Early bunco partner of Soapy Smith

New research on confidence man John T. Waller leads to new information on Soapy Smith. This is the first clue that Soapy operated in New Mexico. 
 
John T. Waller was one of the few known confidence men who is believed to have retired comfortably wealthy and is not known to have spent much time in jail. The last letter within Soapy's circle of friends and associates states that Waller had moved to Key West, Florida where he successfully operated short cons. Around 1895, according to his obituary, he moved to Dade City, Florida and invested his money in property and perhaps keeping a link to his past, he also invested in several traveling circuses. He still held a sizable estate upon his death in 1915 at age 65. [1]
     According to the 1900 census, Waller was born in August 1850 in Ohio. According to his obituary Waller was an early settler in eastern Pasco County, Florida, created in June 1887, matching his arrival there. As of now, the earliest known connection between Soapy and John Waller was in New Mexico territory, just shy of fours months after the shooting death of Billy the Kid. On November 7, 1881 confidence men Soapy Smith and John T. Waller arrive in Las Vegas, New Mexico. It is certain that the two buncos worked the town for a tidy profit.
 
LAS VEGAS, NEW MEXICO
1882
Courtesy of the Library of Congress

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John Waller gives his residence as "Denver," and Soapy gives his as "Fort Worth, Texas." Eight days later, on November 15, 1881 both gentlemen register at the Exchange Hotel in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
 
Santa Fe Daily
Santa Fe, New Mexico
November 16, 1881
 
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The two newspaper clippings are new but the existence of con man John T. Waller is not new. Up until now, it was known that Soapy and he most likely were close friends, but there was no evidence, until now, that the two operated swindles together. Though it was assumed that Waller and Soapy had a history working together, the two clippings predate what was known.
     
 
The Exchange Hotel
Santa Fe, New Mexico
circa 1890
(Soapy stayed here)

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Previously, the earliest date was December 24, 1881 when Soapy received a letter from John Waller in Tombstone, Arizona, using stationary from Nellie Cashman's Russ House.

Friend Jeff
      I received your card. I shall not stop in El Paso. You never said what you had been doing. Can you not take time to write a letter and give me some news. I am afraid that you will get busted before you get home. If so send me word [–] as long as I have a dollar you can have half of it. I am doing a good business here. I sold $82.75 yesterday. I took in $43.50 last night and it was so cold that I came near freezing. I shall only stay here 2 or three days longer. I got in here last Wednesday. I saw Taylor & his girl on the stage that day going out. I wish you a Merry Christmas & a happy New Year. Address Colorado City, Texas.

Yours truly,
John T. Waller [2]

Below is a copy of the letter.
 


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     On July 5, 1883, a letter to Soapy (in Denver) from C. C. Lamos of Chicago, head of a retail and supply company from which Soapy purchased cheap watches for use in various swindles.

Friend Smith
      Yours came to hand. And I must say I had given you up as gone. I had asked several old boys and they think you are an “angel from Colorado.” Some one said the other day that the Kid died in Colorado. John Waller is doing big work in Montana. I sent him two lots the 3rd. He was in Deer Lodge, Montana, and sent him a big freight order to Portland, Oregon. John has made some big money since he left Chicago.
      Well Jeff I sent catalogs … but you can’t tell much about them. Anything you want let me know and I will make the price all o.k. you know that.
      Hoping you are doing well and catching on good.

I am yours only
C. C. Lamos
Fair lists are not ready yet. [3]

Lamos supplied gambling equipment (known as sporting goods) and spurious personal items such as jewelry and watches for use by “cheap John” men. This letter shows that Soapy had become a well-liked, repeat customer. It also shows that confidence man John Waller was also a well-respected member of the bunco fraternity. The last comment about “Fair lists” refers to schedule dates for state and county fairs throughout the country, vital information for an ambitious traveling bunco man. It probably cost a sizable amount. That this list was important to Soapy indicates that he was not blindly traveling the west but rather to targeted locations.
     Lamos next wrote to Soapy in Denver on December 4, 1883, with an apology and a mention of John Waller.

Friend Jeff
      Am dam [sic] sorry the watches did not pan out all ok.… You must always send them back at my expense as I hate like the duce [sic] to have any of the old boys kick on me. I had rather pay the difference myself. 6 oz white watches nice ones 4.25 each, is the best anyone can do. They are nice ones. Just got in a fine lot today. The Silver watches I have just [illegible] up to the Waltham agency here and will see what they say.
      He sends this reply and you can’t get any made I don’t think this season as they are very busy at the factory for holidays. [John] Waller is still in Oregon doing well as usual he is making big money this year. Wishing you the best of good luck.

I am yours only
Lamos [4]
 
C. C. Lamos writes a response letter to Soapy, on October 20, 1884, mentioning Waller.

Friend Smith
      I got an order today from Waller, was a little surprised to see him in Texas. I have written to Balding [—] also to Wilkinson Hq [Headquarters], and other parties for them to send you their bottom cash prices on roller skates and guess they will attend to it at once.
      Am glad to hear you are still on earth, and catching on. I suppose Waller is worth from 25 to 30,000 by this time and we shall hear of him starting a Bank one of these days.
      I should think Denver was a good place for business and it would be a fine town to stick to. Let me hear from you at any time, whether you want goods in our line or not.

Tom Lamos [5]
 
     A letter from John Taylor in Los Angeles, dated January 25, 1887, arrived in Denver, with a mention of Waller.

Friend Jeff
      I received your letter this morning and was glad to hear from you. I went to a sale yesterday and worked the shells and I turned a party for twenty dollars. There was another party there and they win $90 from a sucker and he caused a great fuss. … There is three or four shell mobs here working besides the body backed [by “protection”]. It is desperate to think it will last very long as the papers are turning loss on them. I have not received a letter from John Waller…. I will now close with my regards to all the boys. I hear from Tom Murphy [that he] was here in Los Angeles last year. I hope these few lines find you and your wife in good health.

From your friend,
John Taylor [6]

Taylor spoke a little too soon about not receiving a letter from Waller. He received Soapy's letter, replied, and enclosed a letter to forward to Taylor. Waller had been traveling the country but had settled in Key West, Florida. Waller and his gang were reported doing well on the island, taking about $300 a night from short cons. In the letter, Waller invited Taylor to Key West, and if he did, Waller would set up a meeting with the marshal so that Taylor could operate. [7] Taylor declined the invitation as he was repenting his ways, turning to religion.
     The known mentions of John T. Waller and his operations end soon after he relocated to Florida. He died in 1915, age 65 with a "sizable estate."
 
John T. Waller's obituary and transcription.
 
John T. Waller's obituary
The Dade City Banner
June 4, 1915

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OLD CITIZEN FOUND DEAD IN HIS HOME
Body of John T. Waller Found Dead In His Home Last Sunday

      Mr. John Waller, sixty - six years old, was found dead at his home south of town last Sunday morning, May 30th, by sons of Mr. C. Brunt.
      The boys had called to see about some goats and after knocking on the door and receiving no answer, entered the house to find Mr. Waller lying dead upon the floor. From all appearances the body had been lifeless for several days and decomposition had set in.
      Mr. Waller came here twenty odd years ago and bought valuable property, much of which he still retained up to the time of his death. He owned eleven hundred acres of land near Pasadena, including three orange groves.
      He also had an interest in several traveling carnivals, having a partner said to be a French Count, who looked after these but who is now reported to be sick in a hospital in Oklahoma.
     No funeral services were held. The interment was in Dade City cemetery. The deceased leaves she that was Mrs. Waller, now divorced, and a married daughter, who reside at Pasadena, Cal.

The exact date of death can only be stated as, "a few days previous to May 30, 1915," as Waller was found dead on May 30, 1915, but “from all appearances the body had been lifeless for several days and decomposition had set in.” 
 

Waller's grave marker
Dade City Cemetery
 Pasco County, Florida, USA

Grave marker inscription:

TO
JOHN T. WALLER
Found sleeping at
Pasadena, Fla.
MAY 30, 1915
___
In memory of
His honor and
Character
From his friend
C. BALDASSARRE

 


SOURCES:
Find-A-Grave, profile for John T. Waller
[1] Dade City Banner 06/04/1915.
[2]: Ltr fr John T. Waller to Jeff R. Smith II, 12/24/1882. Geri Murphy col. The name Taylor in the letter may be that of John Taylor.
[3]: Ltr fr C. C. Lamos to Jeff R. Smith II, 07/05/1883. Jefferson R. “Little Randy” Smith col.
[4]: Ltr fr C. C. Lamos to Jeff R. Smith II, 12/04/1883. Jefferson R. “Little Randy” Smith col.
[5]: Hand-written Ltr on company stationary fr Tom Lamos of Lamos & Company to Jeff R. Smith II, 10/20/1884. Jefferson R. “Little Randy” Smith col.
[6]: Ltr fr John Taylor to Jeff R. Smith II 01/25/1887. Jefferson R. “Little Randy” Smith col.
[7]: Ltr fr John Waller to John Taylor 01/23/1887, Geri Murphy col.












John T. Waller
Sept 25, 2009










John T. Waller: pages 40, 42-43, 110-111, 137-38.





"One of the healthiest ways to gamble is with a spade and a package of garden seeds."
— Dan Bennett

 





February 7, 2021

Artifact #73: Jeff R. Smith III, son of Soapy Smith, looks for his uncle Bascomb Smith

Artifact #73
Letter to Jefferson R. Smith III
From
Seattle Police Dept.
May 15, 1908
Jeff Smith collection

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ASCOM WAS NOT KILLED AND AS FAR AS WE CAN LEARN IS ALIVE"

Soapy Smith's younger brother, Bascomb Smith, sometimes spelled Bascom, disappeared from the family radar shortly after Soapy was killed in Skagway, Alaska, July 8, 1898. What ever happened to Bascomb Smith and when he died, has been a mystery in the Smith family for decades. The last the family had heard from Bascomb was in a letter he wrote to the widow Mary, on August 8, 1898 (Artifact #48). In December 1899 Bascomb was ordered to leave Seattle, Washington after shooting and wounding a man. There is a family story that Bascomb died in the 1920s but it is not known where this information came from, nor is there any provenance. There are links on posts about Bascomb at the bottom of this article.
     In 1908 Soapy's son, Jefferson Randolph Smith III sought the whereabouts of his uncle. Artifact #73 is one attempt to locate Bascomb. Below is the transcription of the letter written in 1908.

May 15th/08
Jeff Smith,
St. Louis, Mo.

Dear Sir:-
Our delay in answering you letter in re to Bascom Smith was that we were trying to get him definately[sic] located, he left here in 1902 and went to Denver Colo since then we have not heard from him, the Smith that was reported as having been shot by a woman named Nellie was Charlie Smith, Bascom was not killed and as far as we can learn is alive, if you should write to the Chief of Police at Denver he may give you the desired information in regards to him.

Respectfully
“Irving Ward” (signature)
Acting Chief of Police.

The letter is a response letter to a letter written by Jeff R. Smith to the Seattle police department in 1908. The letter is typed on City of Seattle Department of Police stationary. Acting Police Chief Irving Ward is typed in below the printed previous chief's name, "C. W. Wappenstein." Below that is a printed line that reads, "When answering kindly refer to initials" with "J.L.B." I assume that this is a filing abbreviation, possibly meaning, "Jefferson [Smith] Looking [for] Bascomb [Smith]."


Artifact #73
Envelope
Addressed to Jeff R. Smith III
From Seattle Police Dept.
May 15, 1908
Jeff Smith collection

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From the envelope we see that in 1908 Soapy's son Jefferson is a reporter for the St. Louis Globe Democrat.
     It is believed that Bascomb Smith died of a drug overdose in Omaha, Nebraska, previous to September 7, 1909 (see post Sept 24, 2020).[1]
It is known, according to the Seattle newspapers, that Bascomb was a "hop fiend." The fact that his father and several uncles were attorney's, I can see where Bascomb might lie about being a retired "young promising lawyer," as described in the notice of death.


Irving Ward
Seattle Police Chief
circa 1908
Courtesy of PEMCO Webster & Stevens Collection
Museum of History & Industry, Seattle

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Irving Ward Became a police officer in Seattle on June 1, 1904. He was appointed Acting Chief in March 1908 and apparently was still "Acting Chief" when he responded to Jefferson's letter on May 15, 1908. Ward's position as police chief did become permanent, but by December 7, 1908 Ward announced his resignation due to unending attacks by the local newspapers over his performance.[2]


SOURCES:

[1] Alliance Herald, September 9, 1909.

[2] The Seattle Star, December 7, 1908.








Bascomb Smith
 








Bascomb Smith: pages 22, 41-42, 67, 75-76, 88-89, 92, 120-22, 139, 143, 162-63, 165, 167, 169, 176, 178, 182, 214, 247, 264, 273-75, 336, 340, 352, 355, 361, 363, 367, 370-77, 381-86, 391-99, 403-05, 408-09, 412, 420-23, 519, 554-55, 584, 588-89, 594. 





"Gambling itself will only end when human nature has changed completely and there are no more bets to win."
— Harold S. Smith Sr., I Want to Quit Winners



 





February 5, 2021

Artifact #72: Soapy Smith's son, Jefferson, writes a letter to his mother

Artifact #72
Jeff Smith collection

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ome without mother"
a letter to Mary Smith, from her son.



 

     Artifact #72 is a typed letter from the eldest son of Soapy and Mary, to Mary. Jefferson was born on February 8, 1888, so he had just turned 18 years old at the time of typing this letter. The year is 1906 and typewriters had no correction abilities, nor were any invented yet. There are numerous mistakes, misspelled words and grammar errors, and Jeff chose not to retype it. The grammar mistakes are interesting, considering Jeff later worked for several St. Louis-area newspapers, and eventually became managing editor at The St. Louis Times and served as secretary of the Saint Louis County Chamber of Commerce (1926-1931).

St Louis, March 1 '06.
Mrs. Mary. E. Little.
2823 Laurence, St.
Denver, Colo.

      My dear Mother:-Two long weeks have passed and now comes a third, since you have been out in the wild and woolly West seeking consolation in the shadows of the Rockys[sic].
     I will not make this letter as sad and sorryful[sic] as the one which compelled you to send me, the handsome amount of $100.00 all in one note and without having Uncle Sammy put a registered stamp on it.
     Well, heres[sic] a little news. It snowed, then snowed, and then blowed and blewed, in St Louis a few days ago and what a time I had cleaning it off the pavement in front of the house. There it was piled 10 feet high, without a sign of a sun willing to help. I worked at the “job” and it certainly was a warm one, for an hour or two, and then broken hearted, broken- no I promised at the beginning[sic] of this letter I would not speak of money-ep I did it any way. Please don't read the line that speaks of wealth galore, and I won't be breaking my promise.
     The “three little chickens” were enjoying a snow fight when I left home this morning, and it was a lovly[sic] sight. The neighbors for blocks around were[sic] hanging on the fence and cheering like indian braves.
     Clonnie needs a bath, but what's the use of washing him, he’ll only get dirty again, so I’ll put it off until you come home.
     [letter is missing sections] … I hope his business is successful and health is his. I will write him a letter sometime later.
     I think I'll quit college and go to work stu[missing parts – Jefferson writes “on the P.D." Likely the abreviation for the
St. Louis Post-Dispatch] I think I have an excellent opportunity now and had better “nab” it.
     I guess you don't think “Home with out Mother” isn't hard on a fellow I have all of it that I will stand for, and after you come home I'm going to think over a plan of how to spend my next trip in “Dear Parie.”
     When you come home you will find us, (Paddy and Jeffie) in the same old place, making some life happy. 

Your dear little SON, Jefferson [signed in pencil] 

     “Three little chickens:” this is obviously regarding children, but Jeff did not have his first child until 1909, so whose children he is discussing is unknown.
     "Clonnie" sounds like it may be a pet, perhaps a dog.
     "Dear Parie" sounds like a dream of Jeff's to visit Paris, France one day. He never made it there.
     "Paddy" may be Mary's second husband, John P. Little, whom she married in 1904. One photo identifies John as "Big pa."










Jefferson Randolph Smith III:
November 22, 2008

May 10, 2010
March 29, 2010
June 27, 2010
September 26, 2010
September 26, 2010 (2)
November 28, 2010
February 1, 2011
February 5, 2011
March 17, 2012
 

John P. Little: 
May 6, 2010
May 21, 2011
May 5, 2011










Jefferson Randolph Smith III: pages 7, 107-08, 167, 417-18, 546, 584, 587-89.

John P. Little: page 587.





"They gambled in the Garden of Eden, and they will again if there's another one."
— Richard Albert Canfield









February 3, 2021

Soapy Smith And Col. Sellers

Soapy Smith and "Col. Sellers"
Jeff Smith collection

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E KNOW WHO SOAPY WAS
BUT WHO WAS "COL. SELLERS?"



     My father, mother and I met author, historian, Howard Clifford during the Harriet Pullen Klondike gold rush memorabilia auction in Seattle, Washington in 1975. It's the auction where my father purchased Soapy's roulette table, grave marker, and other great artifacts. Mr. Clifford sent my father a nice copy of the photograph shown at the top of this article. He told my father that Pullen identified Soapy as being the man on the right, and the man on the left as "Col. Sellers," and that the photograph had been taken in Leadville, Colorado in 1880. If I am not mistaken, he said it was ID'd in pencil on the back of the photo. I stayed in touch with Mr. Clifford over the next three decades, and we shared information, photographs, documents, etc. I valued his friendship.
     In 1997 Mr. Clifford published, Soapy Smith: Uncrowned King of Skagway in which on page 3 he shared the photograph, but identified Soapy as the man on the left, not the right, as stated by Pullen. He also identified the other man as Joe Simmons. I never understood why he did that, but it raised questions as to the information Mr. Clifford shared from Harriet Pullen. Did Pullen really identify the other man as "Col. Sellers?" I had to make some decisions when I was rough drafting my own book, Alias Soapy Smith. In getting my publisher, Art Petersen's aid in researching and deciding on a course, we started first to attempt to identify which man was Soapy. Mr. Clifford identified Soapy as the man on the left, and not the right, as Harriet Pullen had stated. After great comparison work, Art and I also concluded that Soapy was most likely the man on the left. Our research also concluded that Soapy was likely between the age of 17-20, circa 1877-1880. We opted to believe that the photo was probably taken in Texas, but could have been taken in Leaville, Colorado, as Soapy had been there in July 1880.
     Fast forward 12 years, I was checking out an old issue of the Daily Denver Times, July 8, 1881 for sale on eBay, when I caught "Col. Sellers" from the corner of my eyes. It was a poor copy but from the article I found enough information to perform more research to find out where the name "Col. Sellers" came from.


 

Daily Denver Times
July 8 1881
"Col. Sellers"
Text published below
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     The article copy from the Daily Denver Times shown above is the best copy I could obtain, but the text is copied below for ease of reading.

AMUSEMENTS.
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RAYMOND’S “RISKS.”

      Certainly Mr. Raymond cannot complain of the way in which he has been received in Denver, and the keen appreciation of his abilities is shown by his audiences. Last evening a full house witnessed “Risks," one of the best pieces of character acting done by this famous comedian. His make-up was capital, and of course his "business" was great. It is Mr. Raymond's silent work―If such an expression is allowable―that is particularly funny, and convulses an audience as much as his spoken lines. Last night his allusion to eye-water―a reference to his famous “Col. Sellers"―was promptly taken up by the audience, and the prolonged applause that followed showed with what pleasure the character is remembered.
Original handbill for the play Risks
Courtesy of the Library of Congress
(Click image to enlarge)
 
     After some research I found that "Mr. Raymond" is John T. Raymond, an actor and comedian. He is known for the formation of the company that introduced the play, Our American Cousin to the public.
     In 1874 Raymond produced and acted in the very successful, Gilded Age, based on the book written by Mark Twain. Raymond played the part of "Col. Mulberry Sellers," known throughout as "Col. Sellers," for which Raymond played for the next four years. In the Fall of 1878 Raymond produced and acted in, Risks. Apparently, the monetary success attained from Gilded Age did not continue over into Raymond's other plays, but to satisfy his audiences he would incorporate "Col. Sellers" into his other characters, as seen from the newspaper article above. The public and his critiques loved the cross-overs, but he "made more friends than money." Raymond's success improved in 1881 with new plays.

CONCLUSION

     Being the same name in the same date range, I will guess that the name of the man ("Col. Sellers") in the photograph with Soapy, was an alias. But why use such a famous name of that time period? Soapy had one hell of a sense of humor. It was likely a joke between Soapy and his friend, no doubt another bunko sharp? Unfortunately, we will probably never know the full story, but one part of the mystery seems to have been brought to light.

SOURCES:

  1. Great Artists of the American Stage: A Portrait Gallery of the leading actors and actresses of America, 1882.
  2. Wikipedia: John T. Ramond




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