Recollections of Old Milestown (Diversions )
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PART II: DIVERSIONS OF A CARE-FREE COMMUNITY | PART II: DIVERSIONS OF A CARE-FREE COMMUNITY | ||
| − | MILESTOWN has had several eras, each marked by its own peculiarities and intermediate intervals when the new vogue mixed with the old. First we had the military condition, for the exemplification of which the town was founded. The soldiers, officers and civilian employees of Fort Keogh aggregated about a round thousand, which was more than the town could muster at the start, so the military element dominated for a while. Presently there developed the buffalo hunter. There was never enough of these to make an impression on the life of the community but relatively few as they were, they have a big score marked up against them. They are the men who put the buffalo "out of business". It is doubtful if the world's record shows any such inexcusable slaughter of a harmless and useful animal. Scores of fifty and more a day were made by hunters and the winter of '82-'83 saw the last of them. The cowboy followed next and be put a mark on Old Milestown that clings to it yet, though the only recrudescence of those early days and ways we have now is during the Fourth of July Round-up when the "boys" are given partial freedom of the city and can give way to some of their horse-play. Gradually as we left the "swaddie" and the "bull-whacker" and the "mule-skinner" behind and quiet and orderly people came in, we commenced to 'pinch off' the cowboys' privileges. First we made him put his "gun" away on entering town. Next we deprived him of his time-honored privilege of announcing his arrival by a furious gallop up Main street, whooping and howling and occasionally taking a shot at a street lamp. We tried to enforce the same rules of conduct for departures but as these were never as hilarious as the incomings and as the culprits were out of jurisdiction in a few jumps, the discipline lapsed and in time the comings and the goings of the cowboy were as quiet and orderly as could be desired. And now we are a railroad town and in a fair way to forget that we were ever anything else. It will not be difficult for those who located here in the ten or fifteen years past, to do this, but for the rapidly diminishing "old guard" who were part and parcel of the strenuous days covered by its first fifteen years, there will be innumerable memory cells that will refuse to be plugged up or marked "vacant." Faintly and even dimly illustrative of the daily current of events during these eras when Milestown was in the making, there comes to mind a few of the incidents that kept us up to concert pitch all the time; ready and appreciative of the most unusual performances. | + | MILESTOWN has had several eras, each marked by its own peculiarities and intermediate intervals when the new vogue mixed with the old. First we had the military condition, for the exemplification of which the town was founded. The soldiers, officers and civilian employees of Fort Keogh aggregated about a round thousand, which was more than the town could muster at the start, so the military element dominated for a while. Presently there developed the [[buffalo hunter]]. There was never enough of these to make an impression on the life of the community but relatively few as they were, they have a big score marked up against them. They are the men who put the buffalo "out of business". It is doubtful if the world's record shows any such inexcusable slaughter of a harmless and useful animal. Scores of fifty and more a day were made by hunters and the winter of '82-'83 saw the last of them. The cowboy followed next and be put a mark on Old Milestown that clings to it yet, though the only recrudescence of those early days and ways we have now is during the Fourth of July Round-up when the "boys" are given partial freedom of the city and can give way to some of their horse-play. Gradually as we left the "swaddie" and the "bull-whacker" and the "mule-skinner" behind and quiet and orderly people came in, we commenced to 'pinch off' the cowboys' privileges. First we made him put his "gun" away on entering town. Next we deprived him of his time-honored privilege of announcing his arrival by a furious gallop up Main street, whooping and howling and occasionally taking a shot at a street lamp. We tried to enforce the same rules of conduct for departures but as these were never as hilarious as the incomings and as the culprits were out of jurisdiction in a few jumps, the discipline lapsed and in time the comings and the goings of the cowboy were as quiet and orderly as could be desired. And now we are a railroad town and in a fair way to forget that we were ever anything else. It will not be difficult for those who located here in the ten or fifteen years past, to do this, but for the rapidly diminishing "old guard" who were part and parcel of the strenuous days covered by its first fifteen years, there will be innumerable memory cells that will refuse to be plugged up or marked "vacant." Faintly and even dimly illustrative of the daily current of events during these eras when Milestown was in the making, there comes to mind a few of the incidents that kept us up to concert pitch all the time; ready and appreciative of the most unusual performances. |
Main and Park was a lively corner in those days; lively in the daylight hours because of the concentration of business and traffic thereabouts and warming up as the shades of night began to draw and the evening meal had been disposed of. As dusk fell in the long summer evenings, the bands of the several variety shows -- there were rarely fewer than three of them -- would start out, marching around and blowing their best and loudest in harmonious competition to assemble the crowds that were to take up the risks and pleasures of " the night shift. " And it may be pertinent to note in this connection, that there were individuals living here who were rarely if ever seen in daylight; not because they were "leery" of the greater publicity that is entailed by such exposure, but because they had to sleep, sometime, and as their business prospered better at night, they chose to waste their least profitable hours in sleep. This peculiarity would be exposed whenever there was a night fire. For mutual protection everybody turned out to help fight fires and there the man who worked in daylight and slept at night, would meet many fire-fighters equally as industrious as lie, who were total strangers to him. These night-birds were mainly "gains" and "bar-keeps." "Gains" who "sat in" for a full night session at "stud" and the boys with the white aprons, who ministered to their occasional wants. Gambling was as open as selling popcorn is now. Every saloon had its games of stud, faro and roulette, with black-jack or chuck-a-luck and such like to tempt those who hadn't the nerve to go against the real thing. At times there would be a keno room started but these never lasted long; the rake-off was too heavy and the sports couldn't see what became of their money. "Stud" was the stand-by with faro and roulette patronized principally by the fleeting crowd that liked to keep on the move taking "a flyer" here and there as they roamed at will. The men who played stud were stayers. They "sat in" early and they stayed late, unless perchance a bad guess on the other fellow's "hole card" caused a retirement from the game, but such retirement was only temporary. The discomfited one would come back in a short time with another "stake," which he had either borrowed or "dug up" and resumed his courtship of fickle Pate. One learned in studying these characters that the gambling instinct in its full development, is not dominated by a greed for pelf. It is a test of nerve and skill, the continued strain of which makes the game as serious a problem to the player as the possible strain that may be put upon a new construction, is to an architect or a bridge-builder. If there is a display of temper when money is lost, it is not because of the loss of the money but because of the loser's failure to correctly size up the other fellow's strength. | Main and Park was a lively corner in those days; lively in the daylight hours because of the concentration of business and traffic thereabouts and warming up as the shades of night began to draw and the evening meal had been disposed of. As dusk fell in the long summer evenings, the bands of the several variety shows -- there were rarely fewer than three of them -- would start out, marching around and blowing their best and loudest in harmonious competition to assemble the crowds that were to take up the risks and pleasures of " the night shift. " And it may be pertinent to note in this connection, that there were individuals living here who were rarely if ever seen in daylight; not because they were "leery" of the greater publicity that is entailed by such exposure, but because they had to sleep, sometime, and as their business prospered better at night, they chose to waste their least profitable hours in sleep. This peculiarity would be exposed whenever there was a night fire. For mutual protection everybody turned out to help fight fires and there the man who worked in daylight and slept at night, would meet many fire-fighters equally as industrious as lie, who were total strangers to him. These night-birds were mainly "gains" and "bar-keeps." "Gains" who "sat in" for a full night session at "stud" and the boys with the white aprons, who ministered to their occasional wants. Gambling was as open as selling popcorn is now. Every saloon had its games of stud, faro and roulette, with black-jack or chuck-a-luck and such like to tempt those who hadn't the nerve to go against the real thing. At times there would be a keno room started but these never lasted long; the rake-off was too heavy and the sports couldn't see what became of their money. "Stud" was the stand-by with faro and roulette patronized principally by the fleeting crowd that liked to keep on the move taking "a flyer" here and there as they roamed at will. The men who played stud were stayers. They "sat in" early and they stayed late, unless perchance a bad guess on the other fellow's "hole card" caused a retirement from the game, but such retirement was only temporary. The discomfited one would come back in a short time with another "stake," which he had either borrowed or "dug up" and resumed his courtship of fickle Pate. One learned in studying these characters that the gambling instinct in its full development, is not dominated by a greed for pelf. It is a test of nerve and skill, the continued strain of which makes the game as serious a problem to the player as the possible strain that may be put upon a new construction, is to an architect or a bridge-builder. If there is a display of temper when money is lost, it is not because of the loss of the money but because of the loser's failure to correctly size up the other fellow's strength. | ||
