It’s Pioneer Friday, and some folks are SCOWLING at the latest change.
Opal’s Palace for sporting women opened its brass-plated doors this Friday, December 1, 1870. Construction had begun months ago with granite quarried from Huber’s. However, masons recently stopped, and the building was quickly completed in milled timber.
“Big Opal came here with two of her girls,” William Farlick, Lumber Mill owner in Enterprise reported. “She was mad enough to drown puppies because the Salt Lick Saloon had opened right across the street before she could get her parlor operating. She demanded four wagon-loads of board immediately, using befouled words and whacking my desk with her parasol. ‘Impossible, Madam!’ I told her, but she sent her girls (who are considerably better looking than Big Opal) out to talk to the boys running the saws and planers. She got what she wanted in two days. Even men who had put in orders before hers didn’t complain,” Mr. Farlick said.
Big Opal’s business operations have been known, but not conspicuously noticeable for the past 18 months, Most folks looked askance at her line of four cat wagons parked near the gold claims in order to mine the miners before they came to town for supplies. With the announcement of a rail line passing through Two Pan, she began construction of her two-story establishment. “The town will grow and Opal’s Palace will encourage many a visitor to get off the train and stay a while,” she told the newspaper. Rafter and beams were flurred into place quickly after the opening of the saloon.
A coach full of Opal’s girls have been rolling through the countryside this past week, passing out the following Grand Opening announcements and showing off their ample smiles.
- 7 Elegant Parisian Girls; Rounder, rosier, and more beautiful than you have ever seen
- They’ll move you through the mazy movements of the Waltz in such refreshing steps, you won’t “care a cent whether school keeps or lets out.” *
- Enjoy the clink of silver on four Tables of Chance
- Whiskey of Excellence
- Plush décor with chandelier.
Silky Sue, owner of the Salt Lick Saloon, rolled her eyes when asked about the new parlor. “The closest Opal’s gals have been to Paris is St. Louis. They look like barrels on pegs, and the only French they know is oui, oui. Their hooch tastes like kerosene. And the chandelier is a glass wind chime. That sow’s ear is trying to knit a silk purse.”
In added conflict, the homesteading women of the valley have not been pleased. “Flaunting such debauchery is intolerable. We were planning on building a school here soon,” Patricia Woolsey said.
“And I don’t appreciate any of my business with my husband being diverted,” Alice Hopkins added before she could blink and blush. “We’re going to do something about this,” she mumbled. “You wait and see.”
(* description taken from : *from Baumler, The Tales of Dumas Parlor House.)