Steel Horse Baily & River City John Photos

[Ottawa Creek Bill]

Top photo of River City John doing his peek a boo routine (dirty old man thingy). Lloy Quade (maroon shirt) Fall Creek Charley (top hat), Dave Williams (Blue shirt), and Ollie (didn't get her last name) our cook,  who shot the pants off of most the guys in the side matches.
Middle photo of Steel Horse Bailey (Jeff Bailey) and RCV at the Hangman's Gallows
Botom photo Left to right seated Steel Horse Bailey and Jeff Farmer, Ladies standing from Left to right Mrs. Lloy Quade and Mrs, James Mullins. Sitting around talking and having a cup of Makatemaastickeywaa'bo (black coffee). I should have resized the top picture before posting but I wanted RCJ to get all the exposure possible.





OCB

[French Jack]

RCJ:  As the Dancehall Darlin' said before you threw her off the balcony:  "It ain't no big thing."  Don't worry about it--- you can always blame that night in jail on poor memory.  You forgot to behave!:D

[Wymore Wrangler]

Caught with the JC Penney's catalog in the Outhouse and a bonnets at the NTR Regional and now flashing at the Eastern Regional, Ol' Soft hands I'm starting to worry about ya....

[French Jack]

RCJ----- It weren't your case you were resting in the middle of Main Street.  It were a part of your anatomy! 
And I rememember distinctly that you told the Dove and her associates that you were an old Billiards drinker from way back.  'Pears that were in error.  Why, after imbibing some of that old Billiards from Ralph's still, you began to flap your duster and make strange rooster like squawks and crows.  I still believe that those "Haints" that Richard warned you about were figments of your Billiard soaked brain.

The Sherifff allowed as how your haid hurt so much the next day, that you flinched when he turned the key in the lock to let you out.

That's most of the rest of the story!

[Ottawa Creek Bill]

RCJ,
Now I understand the top picture since you've explained how you landed in the middle of the street, I was wrong in my first asasumption that you were exposing yourself (caution here ). It's now clear what you are actually doing in that photo is shaking off the sweet aroma of the Horse Apples (Horse sh&%) you landed in when launched from the high precipice (fifteen feet) of the billiard parlor balcony. Ahhhh.......such a sweet aroma Maybe that wasn't linseed oil that leeched into the corn dodgers you were feeding Steel Horse Bailey after all..... .......

OCB

[Lars]

River City John,

Where did you get that white long coat? I am looking for one sorta like that as starting material for clothes set to mimic what some nyckelharpa players wore when playing at Skansen (outdoor musuem in Stockholm, Sweden) and at other public performances in the late 1800s. Theirs were called "work coats" and were often rather lightweight wool. They also appear in painting containing nyckelharpa players, painting from the mid 1800s.

Thanks,
Lars