Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Posted: 24 Sep 2008, 23:08
THE PALACE
Joe Foss could play some piano. He was Philippino and liked to play cards in the card rooms downtown. That's where I got introduced to him. Nice guy. Very friendly,but I think he liked gambling his money away at 7 card stud just as much as playin' the piano.
The nightly routine was to drink it up at the Orient Bar on the corner of 5th and G and then walk a few doors to the card room. I never bet right and would always lose. Those guys in there were gambling addicts so they knew my money would be theirs in a while.
One night it's pushin' around midnight. I'm almost busted so I talk Joe into walking over to Bob Johnston's joint. The Sports Palace. My dad took me in there when I was a kid. He was in the back talking to Johnston who had some interest in Archie Moore. Doc Kearns was there to in the back room also. They all had a drink. They were talkin',but I couldn't have been more than 11. I wasn't paying attention. Kearns could have been discussing how he loaded Dempsey's gloves in Toledo or they they could have been arguing about the price of ice cream. Like I said,I wasn't listening. They seemed too grown up for me.
Anyway back to me and Joe Foss. At that time Johnston's bar was getting pretty run down like the rest of lower Market Street. Winos ,beggers and every other type of "low life" were the only customers anymore. The old pictures on the wall of President Ike,and the one of Archie and the Rock were still there. They also had a picture of the great Jim Londos the wrestler. He lived at the time in North County.
We arrived and the place was lookin' pretty sparse of clientel. We ordered doubles and I think Joe was wonderin' why I drug him in there. I wanted him to play the old upright. The piano had a tarp on it,but the bartender knew who Joe was and so he let him play. Johnston had a strict rule about playin' that old piano. No amateaur playing.
Well Joe was no amateur. He was the best in the city. He ran thrugh the gamut. "Your Gettin' To Be A Habit With Me","My Old Flame","As Time Goes By." Joe really could play those old songs with feeling. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. The old Palace must have been something in its day. The Hollywood Burlesque Theater next door. The last Burlesque joint in America. Texas Bobbi Roberts,Johnston's wife,all 6 feet of her swinging her pasties and hips down the runway. Eddie Ware doing his old routine of slapstick. The house musicians. A new Orleans sound. I never opened my eyes.
Then I heard,"Last Call"
I snapped up from my trance. Joe was putting the tarp back over the piano. The bartender started to dim the lights. He woke up a drunk ,at the end of the bar, by shaking his shoulder.
"Come on 'noddy'.the party's over."
As me and Joe began our exit ,I noticed the glass picture frame of Arch and the Rock had a crack in the center of it. Arch and the Rock were smiling at each other. We walked back to the car. I never went back there again.
Joe Foss could play some piano. He was Philippino and liked to play cards in the card rooms downtown. That's where I got introduced to him. Nice guy. Very friendly,but I think he liked gambling his money away at 7 card stud just as much as playin' the piano.
The nightly routine was to drink it up at the Orient Bar on the corner of 5th and G and then walk a few doors to the card room. I never bet right and would always lose. Those guys in there were gambling addicts so they knew my money would be theirs in a while.
One night it's pushin' around midnight. I'm almost busted so I talk Joe into walking over to Bob Johnston's joint. The Sports Palace. My dad took me in there when I was a kid. He was in the back talking to Johnston who had some interest in Archie Moore. Doc Kearns was there to in the back room also. They all had a drink. They were talkin',but I couldn't have been more than 11. I wasn't paying attention. Kearns could have been discussing how he loaded Dempsey's gloves in Toledo or they they could have been arguing about the price of ice cream. Like I said,I wasn't listening. They seemed too grown up for me.
Anyway back to me and Joe Foss. At that time Johnston's bar was getting pretty run down like the rest of lower Market Street. Winos ,beggers and every other type of "low life" were the only customers anymore. The old pictures on the wall of President Ike,and the one of Archie and the Rock were still there. They also had a picture of the great Jim Londos the wrestler. He lived at the time in North County.
We arrived and the place was lookin' pretty sparse of clientel. We ordered doubles and I think Joe was wonderin' why I drug him in there. I wanted him to play the old upright. The piano had a tarp on it,but the bartender knew who Joe was and so he let him play. Johnston had a strict rule about playin' that old piano. No amateaur playing.
Well Joe was no amateur. He was the best in the city. He ran thrugh the gamut. "Your Gettin' To Be A Habit With Me","My Old Flame","As Time Goes By." Joe really could play those old songs with feeling. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. The old Palace must have been something in its day. The Hollywood Burlesque Theater next door. The last Burlesque joint in America. Texas Bobbi Roberts,Johnston's wife,all 6 feet of her swinging her pasties and hips down the runway. Eddie Ware doing his old routine of slapstick. The house musicians. A new Orleans sound. I never opened my eyes.
Then I heard,"Last Call"
I snapped up from my trance. Joe was putting the tarp back over the piano. The bartender started to dim the lights. He woke up a drunk ,at the end of the bar, by shaking his shoulder.
"Come on 'noddy'.the party's over."
As me and Joe began our exit ,I noticed the glass picture frame of Arch and the Rock had a crack in the center of it. Arch and the Rock were smiling at each other. We walked back to the car. I never went back there again.
















