By Sharlot M. Hall and edited by Parker Anderson

Editorial Note: This article is reprinted from the Prescott Courier of October 27, 1932.  That day was Sharlot’s birthday and a presidential election was less than two weeks away, so she used the occasion to expound on the importance of voting.

Things are waking up – some fine young men who are voters now but may, in all probability, hold some of the county or state offices in the future, ask me to tell them just where I stand in politics.  “Because,” said one of them, “it seems wonderful to know there is anyone left who dares to fight for what they think is right.  I thought that was only in books.  I want to know what makes you think it’s worth while.”

By Parker Anderson

(This article was originally published in the Days Past column on October 28, 2001 under the title, "Old Ghosts I Have Known Hereabouts".)

Every once in a while, someone will strike up a conversation with me regarding Prescott's various reputed "haunted" sites. I enjoy the subject, but in reality, Prescott is probably one of the least haunted cities in America. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there are not that many purported hauntings in the Prescott area, so the same stories are told over and over again.

By Marie Slayton

(This article was originally posted on September 8, 2001.)

Having worked at the Gurley Street Grill for the better part of the last six years, I am quite familiar with the folkloric history associated with the building. However, as most people know, folklore and stories that are passed down through generations can bear little if any resemblance to history.

By Jan MacKell

"The ancient card faces painted on the layout were doubtless faded and worn, but to my boyish eyes they glowed like a church's stained-glass window.... (Gaye) started drawing the cards one by one from the battered old silver box. As he drew, I could see his lips move and knew he was making bets for imaginary customers." So did Nugget (the main character in Conrad Richter's book "Tacey Cromwell") describe how his brother practiced to become a faro dealer in Bisbee during the late 1800s.

By Richard Gorby and Edited by Kathy Krause

The following article was originally written by Richard Gorby and published in the Days Past Archives on September 11, 1999.

The exact age of the Palace Saloon is somewhat of a puzzle.  In the September 21, l877 Arizona Weekly Miner: “Mess’rs Shaw and Standefer have fitted up the Palace Saloon in the most superb style, and fitted it with choice liquors of every conceivable kind.”  This suggests that it was already there, but no earlier mention can be found.  Few records were kept and most of those were destroyed by Prescott’s several fires.

By Brad Courtney

Whiskey Row is arguably the most fascinating quarter of a city block in western America.  The centerpiece of this historic, jam-packed street has always been the Palace Saloon.  It is no wonder that one of Arizona’s favorite sons, Barry Goldwater (whose ties to Prescott are well-documented), once lamented, “My only regret is that I didn’t buy The Palace when I had a chance.”  His friend, Tom Sullivan, who had purchased The Palace in 1977, knew this.  So on July 26th of that same year, when writing the presidential candidate of thirteen years prior, his incentive was rather thinly veiled. . . .

By Parker Anderson

Last week in this column appeared the story of the grisly murders of Charles Goddard and Frank Cox at a popular New River stage stop known as Goddard Station.  Two Mexicans, Hilariao Hidalgo and Francisco Renteria were tried, convicted and hanged in Prescott on July 31, 1903, even though no motive for the murder was ever concretely established.

By Parker Anderson

(Note: This is a reprint of the original Days Past article printed January 27, 2001).

In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Goddard Station was a popular stagecoach stop between Phoenix and Prescott.  Operated by Charles E. Goddard and his wife, Rosa, the little ranch-cafe was located near New River.  On February 1, 1903, two men described by witnesses as heavy-set Mexicans walked in and asked to be fed.  They proceeded to draw their guns and open fire.  When the dust had settled, Goddard and his clerk, Frank Cox, lay dead.  Witnessing the deadly attack were Goddard’s wife and Milton Turnbull, a friend.

By Alan Roesler and Michael Wurtz

Ernest Alexander Love was born on November 30, 1895 in Raton, New Mexico.  Many know his name since it graces our airfield and the local chapter of the American Legion Post #6.  There is a scholarship in his name at Stanford University and his mother donated a pipe organ to St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in his memory.  Beyond that, he may be known as a Prescott High School football star and a pilot who lost his life in World War I.

By Terry Munderloh and Mary Woodhouse

The writers for this article compiled information from various Days Past articles published in the past few years.

Prescottonians were first introduced to the new-fangled flying machines at the 1913 Northern Arizona State Fair held in Prescott.  Aviator L. F. Nixon piloted his air bird over the fairgrounds and astounded the crowd.  At the 1914 and 1915 fairs, more airplanes joined the festivities.  In those days, airplanes were primarily flown for entertainment rather than transport.  And entertain they did!