On Nov. 13, 1928, Wyatt Earp wrote:
“Here is something that will make you laugh. I picked [Al] Smith for the winner of the election; just in my mind, you know, so it didn't cost me anything — no new hat to buy nor any peanuts to roll along the thoroughfare with a tooth-pick nor anything else to make me wish I hadn't. It just furnishes my friends a lot of fun by guying me. Hoover will make an excellent president, and the nation will have no regrets at having chosen him."
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On Nov. 16, 1924, Earp wrote to his friend Bill:
“Even the paragraph about Doc Holliday shooting a man in Los Angeles was without foundation. Holliday to my positive knowledge never had been in Los Angeles."
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Oct. 21, 1920:
My Dear Hart:
I am sending you the quirt that I promised you some time ago and I am also adding a word of apology for the delay. My time has been so occupied with business affairs during recent weeks requiring my absence. I just did not get the opportunity to mail the quirt to you. Although I have though of you. I believed I explained to you the quirt was made a number of years back in 1885 by a Mexican woman who was serving time in the penitentiary at Yuma, Arizona for the murder of her husband so you can see that a good quirt was made by a bad woman. It ought to stand hard usage and last a lifetime and I am sure it will. In your leisure moments may you occasionally remember that this is just a token of appreciation from me who hold you in deepest regards and esteem.
Your friend,
Wyatt S. Earp
4021 Pasadena Ave.
Los Angeles, Calif.
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Oct. 16, 1922
Los Angeles, Calif.
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Oct. 16, 1922
Mr. William S. Hart
8341 De Longpre Drive
Hollywood, Calif.
8341 De Longpre Drive
Hollywood, Calif.
Dear Mr. Hart,
After a long absence I have now returned to the city for a short stay. It must all come to you with mixed joy. I wish to make no comment because I am your friend and I know you have nothing to regret. You have hosts of friends Mr. Hart and the world thinks of you with a spirit of great loyalty [more] now than it ever has.
But I can rejoice with you in the great happiness that comes to you as a father. In this you are especially blessed. Your son is likewise because he has a good father. I say this modestly and if his purposes in life are as noble, he will be a success. It is the earnest [wish] of Mrs. Earp and myself that he shall live to be all of that.
I trust your recent illness is just of the passing sort and that you will be yourself again within a few days. Mrs. Earp joins me in best wishes.
Sincerely yours,
Wyatt Earp
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In the next letter Mrs. Earp tells Hart that her husband wishes to dedicate a book to him — a book about which few Western buffs will ever reach total agreement.
2703 Telegraph Ave., Oakland, Calif.
Mr. William S. Hart
Newhall, Calif.
My dear Mr. Hart:
Am inclosing a letter from Mr. Lake which is self explanatory. I was rather surprised Mr. Leussler told him he had spoken with me. If you will recall it was agreed that he was not to tell ... we had met. I cannot understand that and so presuming your good nature for your valuable advice in this matter, will you kindly return the inclosed [sic] letter to me.
I tried to get in touch with Mr. Leussler three times, but was informed he was south and would not be back until the end of the week. I would like to get in touch with him as I cannot get any information from Mr. Lake.
I want to thank you Mr. Hart for all of your wonderful kindness to Mr. Earp and myself. And it shall be my great pleasure to follow Mr. Earp's wishes in having his book dedicated to you — a real friend.
Trusting you and your dear sister are in good health. I am with kindest regards.
Most sincerely yours,
Josephine Earp
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Another letter from Mrs. Earp would come under the heading of "fan mail.”
Dec. 18, 1923
My dear Mr. Hart:
My dear Mr. Hart:
Just a line to congratulate you upon your new picture "Wild Bill Hickok." I saw it twice with several friends and each time the house was packed. When you appeared upon the screen the applause was wonderful. Am happy to say that you have staged a remarkable "come back."
Trusting your future pictures will be as successful as your first.
With kindest regards
I am sincerely yours,
Mrs. Wyatt Earp
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William S. Hart often contacted his friend during Wyatt's stay at the mines.
Oct. 21, 1925
Mr. Wyatt Earp
Vidal, Calif.
My dear friend Wyatt Earp:
I am mighty glad to hear from you. I am returning Mr. Sutton's letter which I presume you want to keep. Sutton has been a great admirer of my pictures for many years. I have many letters from him. His account of the opening of the Strip from the Oklahoma side is most interesting. The picture which I have just finished, "Tumbleweeds," shows the action which takes place on the other side starting at Caldwell, Kansas.
Mr. Wilstach the man who is writing the Hickok articles wrote to me a couple of weeks ago for some information which, fortunately, I was able to give him. One of the things he wanted to know was the whereabouts of Bat Masterson when Hickok was killed. I was able to tell him Masterson told me personally he was in Denver at the time.
When you return please let me know and I sure would be glad to see you and Mrs. Earp.
Always your friend,
William S. Hart
Now that's funny. "My Dear Hart" LOL Wyatt Earp actually wrote a letter to Hollywood cowboy actor William S. Hart. Can anybody say man crush? Or even fanboy? I've got a funny story for ya that reminds me of all the episodes from "The Simpsons" where Bart pranks Moe over the phone. It's called, "Prank Calls At Charlie's Bar". Over the years, a man by the name of Charlie Glenn has owned "Charlie's Bar" in Sacramento. And there's this one guy who keeps prank calling Charlie and it never ends. The first prank call Howie Simmons ever made to Charlie's Bar was in 1969. Howie was in Vietnam and by a stroke of luck was able to hotwire his phone so he could get access to Charlie's Bar back home. His first prank call went like this. "Hey, Charlie, this is Howie. Can I get a large pizza for one I. Lava You?" Charlie would say over the phone, "Hey guys, one large pizza for I. Lava You. Hey, is there an I. Lava You in the building? Does anyone know I. Lava You?" Then Howie would laugh. Charlie would scream over the phone, "You rotten bastard! When you come back from Nam, I'm gonna break your neck!" The next prank call Howie made was in 1972. This time, Howie was in Chicago and just HAD to do it. He had to prank call Charlie. So he picked up the phone and said this. "Yeah, Charlie, this is Howie. I'd like to order a large pizza for Ivana Killer." Charlie would then say over the phone, "Hey guys, a large pizza for Ivana Killer. Do we have an Ivana Killer in the house? Does anyone know Ivana Killer?" Then Howie would laugh as usual. Charlie would facepalm himself and then say, "Howie Simmons, you rat! If I ever catch you on the street, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Then Howie would be like, "Oooh, I'm so scared." Then he would hang up. Then one day, our good buddy Tom Correa, (Sorry Tom, just HAD to throw you in there), visits Charlie in Sacramento in 1975. He brings his monkey, Henry. (Sorry Henry, you're in this too). They have heard all about Charlie's bar but have never actually been there until now. I'm over at the jukebox listening to "Convoy" by C.W. McCall. (Sorry, just had to include myself for some reason). Then it, happens. Howie's familiar voice comes over the phone and THIS is what we hear. "Hello Charlie? Yeah, I'd like a large pizza for one Hugh Jass?" Charlie shakes his head then says, "Hey guys, Is there a Hugh Jass in the house? Hey fellas, do I have a Hugh Jass? Does anyone know about a Hugh Jass?" Then I say, "It's him again, ain't it?" Charlie says, "Yeah. He does this ALL the damn time!" Charlie then says over the phone, "If I ever get the address for where you are, I'm gonna take that phone and shove it down your throat!" Howie then says, "Can't. You don't know where I am." Unbeknownst to Charlie, Howie was in Las Vegas with his wife and wouldn't be back until the following week. Then it happened again. In 1983, Howie decided to try it again. "Hey Charlie, can I get a large pizza for one Ima Stoner?" Charlie then said, "Hey guys, is there an Ima Stoner in this place? Does anyone know Ima Stoner? Do we know Ima Stoner?" Then Howie would laugh and hang up. Charlie would then say, "Howie, you bastard! I'm gonna crack your skull!" That time, Howie was in Mexico. Then something different happens. Howie prank calls ME. My imaginary wife answers, (I say IMAGINARY because I'm not really married), and says it's for ME. I answer and ask, "Who the Hell is this?" Howie says, "Is this Benny?" I say, "Yes, it is. Now what do ya want?" Howie says, "Is your refrigerator running?" And like an idiot often does during these prank calls, I say "Yes." Then Howie screams, "Well then, ya better go catch it!" I get mad and I yell, "I'll catch YOU, ya sorry weasel!" Some nerve.
ReplyDeleteI plan on making a movie out of this in the near future. If you thought the STORY was funny, wait until you see the FILM! Later, dudes.
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