In the smaller settlements there was seldom more than one large building
which could be used for social purposes, and this was often the card
room or bar room in connection with the hotel of the town.
So here is the tale that was told of one Sunday in Stinson's bar room,
in the late '50s at Auburn Station:
They tried to give a ball once a year at Stinson's. Persons came to it
from 30 miles about, particularly if they were women, and every woman
divided each dance among four men. When a man invited a lady to come to
a dance, in many instances he insisted upon the privilege of buying her
a silken gown and slippers to wear, and this was not considered unusual,
nor was she in any way obligated to him for it. There were so few
"ladies" that they were treated as little short of divinities.
This Saturday night there had been no dance, and the men at Gentleman
Jack's table at Stinson's had played "three-card monte" on through the
dawn and the sunrise, and into broad daylight. The door was pushed open,
letting in a rush of cool, sweet air which guttered the candles set in
old bottles, and drove the heavy fog of tobacco smoke toward the
blackened ceiling.
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