And this was not because "Calamity Jane" was either young, or beautiful or good.
And this place was run by a woman, Calamity Jane, famous in several mining camps.
Yes, even then almost the only ruffians and carousers were the imported ball players and editors and "Calamity Jane."
The fragrance of dried alfalfa brings the vision of "Calamity Jane" before my eyes even to this day.
The thunderbolt of a living, breathing "Calamity Jane" striking at my feet from a clear sky is my biggest thing.
A confession of my old love for "Calamity Jane" broke down his reserve at the outset.