Legend has it that a French assistant, Rocha, used to wheel an invalid William Boyce Thompson to the window of his remote Picket Post house in a bathtub on wheels just so he could watch the sun rise. Turns out that story is an urban legend — or should we say “rural legend” — invented by […]
Deathbed Letters: My Life’s Story
I note in the book of yarns that you may want to hold them until you write a book and then use them. It may be that you will want to bring me into your book. I have no objections. If that is the case you may want a short outline of my life. Here goes.
Deathbed Letters: The Meekest Man
At the end of 1906 I went to N.Y. to be a big shot on Wall Street and found that to be a big shot I had to have a butler. So I got one.
Deathbed Letters: Coming to Blows
I was free to run around City hall where I met an “expug” who was City Jailer. He taught me to punch bag and the manly art of self-defense.
Deathbed Letters: The Near Killing of Uncle Bill
Having a lot of time on my hands, am writing you a lot of old time experiences. This is about a near killing of your Uncle Bill.
Deathbed Letters: The Young Swede
Dear Bill: The old red blood count has not gone up yet so still have to stay in bed so another laugh for you if you can find it. Your Uncle Will [William Boyce Thompson] and I put on our skis at the old Boulder Chief mine to go to the Basin to spend Xmas […]