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Joseph Guzzardo, Death Row All Stars Shortstop

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In 1914, he manager of a prison baseball team outside of Reno, Nevada was bidding farewell to his star shortstop, who had just finished serving his sentence of five years. “The team’s going to be crippled without you.” “Maybe so,” answered the great ball player, who was also a modest man. “But I don’t see how I can stay any longer. The authorities, you know—” “Of course, not now. But after you’ve seen all your friends on the outside and had your fling, why not break into a bank or something and come back to us?”

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In August 1893, the Federal Prison Baseball League at Leavenworth signed willing recruits in preparation for a game against the Eagle team of the City League. The game was organized as an attraction for the residents who enjoyed watching inmates play ball. Members of the St. Louis Federal club spent several hours practicing with the convicts under the guidance of the club’s physician who was a prisoners at Leavenworth some years back. “Give us a team that was sentenced just two days ago and we’ll transform them into the best on the field here or anywhere,” the St. Louis coach told a reporter for the Kansas City Times. “You’ll have an appreciative bleacher crowd,” the coach added about the residents expected to come to the game. “Some of these players are better than any big leaguer ever seen.” The Leavenworth prison team beat the Eagles seven runs to three.

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Death Row All Stars Pitcher, Thomas Cameron

No one knew better than the inmates at San Quentin in the early 1900s how serious prison officials took baseball games. Unaware that his application for a new trial had been denied by the supreme court a youthful bandit who had been sentenced to death in November 1913 for holding up a Southern Pacific train and killing a traveling agent, appeared on the prison diamond at noon on May 12, 1914 as a member of one of the prison baseball nine, and displayed great enthusiasm for the game. The news that the criminal’s application had been denied arrived early in the morning that day, but was purposely withheld from him in order that he might enjoy his last contest on the diamond. Nearly all the other prisoners knew that the fate of popular bandit had been sealed, but they left it for the prison officers to break the news to him after the game. The convict stepped onto the field confident he had escaped death.

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The Death Row All Stars Most Valuable Player, Joseph Seng

It’s not the first time athletically talented inmates have been used to play ball. Two players from a Sacramento club of the Pacific Coast Baseball league entered Folsum prison on this day in August 1930, not for crimes committed but because the prison baseball teams wanted an even break with a team of all-stars they were scheduled to play.

The prisoners-for-a-day were Fred Kienly and his battery mate catcher George Lial. Playing alongside them were seven hard-hitting, fast-stepping infielders and outfielders who were sent up for “this, that and the other,” not for errors committed on the diamond. The Folsum prison warden expected his “black sheep” to beat the all-stars whose team had been mangled when they lost their star pitcher after he was set free.

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The Lady Was a Gambler: True Stories of Notorious Women of the Old West

Cardsharps were looked down upon by polite, upstanding citizens, as was gambling as a whole. The women who ran gambling parlors were accused of being many things, including thieves, home wreckers, and prostitutes. Along with roulette, craps, and poker, their activities were noted as the chief reason for the downfall of morality. By 1860 the games of faro and roulette were banned in California. Gamblers, both male and female, were being forced out of the “profession.”

At one time or another all the women included in the book The Lady Was a Gambler were living on the fringes of the law. Civic groups opposing gambling on moral grounds fought to make it illegal. Those high rollers in ball gowns who refused to comply with the law found creative ways to keep the bets alive. Madame Vestal conducted business from inside an oversized wagon that could be moved whenever the authorities came near. Belle Cora disguised her illegal activities to look like simple neighborhood parties. Alive Ivers, better known as Poker Alice, took up the profession in 1865 and continued in the business for more than sixty years. Government mandates against gambling did not stop the notorious faro dealer from playing the game. She died broke at the age of seventy-nine. “I gambled away fortunes,” she once told a friend, “but I had a ball doing it.”

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Throughout the history of the early gaming days of the Old West, women proved they were just as capable as men at dealing cards and throwing dice, and the brought both pleasure and heartache to the miners of the gold and silver camps. Lady gamblers such as Eleanora Dumont saw themselves simply as business women with a talent to offer the public. Players flocked to Madame Dumont’s entertainments, their money drawn from their pockets, ready to indulge in their all-absorbing passion for games of chance. Gertrudis Maria Barcelo owned her own gambling house in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where she catered to the rich and sophisticated in her pristine establishment. Cardsharps such as Kittle LeRoy flitted from Texas, California, and South Dakota, dealing hands at rowdy saloons from El Paso to Deadwood. The gambling den Kitty eventually owned was well known for the violence of her patrons, one of whom shot and killed her.

The lives and careers of a number of lady gamblers were cut short either at the mercy of a cowboy who resented losing to a woman or by their own hand. Legendary Belle Starr was gunned down by an unknown assailant some historians speculate was a riverboat gambler she humiliated at the poker table. Colorado cardsharp Minnie Smith found life dealing blackjack to be unbearably lonely and killed herself at the age of forty-five.

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“Four cowboys were at an old saloon in Tombstone playing poker. A lot of money was at stake as the cards were dealt, and each was keeping a sharp eye on the other. As one of the players called the hand and laid out his cards, another one stood up in amazement. ‘Hey, George is cheatin’. He ain’t playin’ the cards I dealt him.’ ”

An attractive, statuesque woman with golden blonde curls piled high on top of her head sat behind a large table in the back of the Pacific Club Gambling Parlor in San Francisco, California. She shuffled a deck of cards with great ease and gently dealt a hand to the four players surrounding her. A Saturday evening rainstorm had driven placer miners and unemployed farmhands to the saloon to try their luck at a game of poker. The dealer was a skilled gambler who had learned her trade on a Mississippi riverboat. She was an expert at luring proud men into a card game and then helping them part with the chunks of gold they’d earned.

The life of a professional gambler was unsettling and speculative. Most gamblers rode the circuit with the seasons. In the summer the big play was in the northern mining camps, and during the winter the southern towns provided the richest activity. Women gamblers were a rarity, and the most successful lady gamblers possessed stunning good looks, which helped disarm aggressive opponents and gave them something pretty to look at as they lost their money.

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“In a bet there is a fool and a thief.” Ancient Proverb

A covey of cowboys, tinhorns, and miners clustered around a faro table at the National Hotel in Nevada City, California. A pristinely dressed dealer gingerly placed a suit of spades across a brilliant green felt game cloth. Somewhere behind him a petite voice called out, interrupting the sound of shuffling cards and clinking chips. All eyes simultaneously turned to face the starling beauty making her way through the men towards the table, “Excuse me, boys,” the woman announced. “I’ve got a feeling this is my lucky day.”

Nineteen year old Jenny Rowe sashayed through the activity, smiling cheerfully as she went. She was lithe and slender and adorned in a sky-blue gingham dress that gently swept the floor when she walked. Her big, brown eyes scanned the cards on the table, and after a few moments she turned to the dealer and grinned. “Serve ‘em up,” she invited. The man nodded and encouraged the other gamblers surrounding the game to place their bets. A frenzy of hands tossed their chips onto the spades across the felt.

Jenny deposited a stack of chips on the green in between the numbers. “You sure about that?” one of the cowhands next to her asked.

“I don’t know a better way to put my money into circulation,” she responded kindly.

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On July 9, 1871, two ragged, down-and-out prospectors walked into the Bank of California in San Francisco and approached a dignified-looking clerk waiting behind a giant oak desk. The two hungry-looking men quietly inquired about renting a safe-deposit box. The clerk eyed the unkempt miners suspiciously before answering.

“Why would you need such a box?” he asked impolitely.

The men exchanged a knowing look and, after glancing around the room to see if anyone was nearby, dropped a buckskin bag in front of the clerk. Just as the clerk was reaching for the bag, it tipped over and several sparkling diamonds toppled out. The clerk’s eyes opened wide.

“Diamonds,” he gasped. “Where did you get them?” “Oh, up in the mountains,” one of the men said casually. “We sort of figured we better have a safe place to keep them while we go up and get more.”

The clerk gladly rented them a safe deposit box. The two put the sack inside it and sauntered out of the bank, staring in the window at the splendor of the marble interiors.

Across town, Mary Hamlin, a young woman with a slim figure, a round gamine face, and golden blonde hair, peered expectantly out of her upstairs hotel-room window. When the two miners appeared on the dusty thoroughfare below, she opened the glass, casually took a seat on the sill, and glanced down at the men. She caught the prospectors’ eyes, and they nodded pleasantly to her as they passed.

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“The Dumont woman was vanity itself. Vain, moustached, always making airs.” San Francisco actor John Henry Anderson, 1869

A pair of miners squinted into the early morning sky as they rode out of the gold town of Bodie, California, toward their claim. Shafts of light poked through scattered clouds a few miles ahead on the rocky road. In the near distance the men spotted what looked like a bundle of clothing lying just out of reach of the sun’s tentacles. They speculated that some prospector must have lost his gear riding through the area, but as they approached the item, it was clear that it was not simply a stray pack. A woman’s body lay drawn in a fetal position, dead. The curious miners dismounted and hurried over to the unfortunate soul.

The vacant eyes that stared up at the men were those of the famed Eleanora Dumont, the Blackjack Queen of the Northern Mines. An empty bottle of poison rested near her lifeless frame, and her dusty face was streaked with dried tears. One of the miners covered her with a blanket from his bedroll while the other eyed the vultures circling overhead.

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