Tex Rickard, Nome, Alaska, and Goldfields, Nevada


Possibly suffering from the deaths of his wife and child and a second failed marriage, in Dawson Rickard began to drink and gamble heavily. It cost him his share of the saloon and he was forced to work as a poker dealer and bartender in the Monte Carlo Saloon. It was there Tex with a partner first began to promote boxing matches. But gold still beckoned. In the spring of 1899, reputedly with only $35 to his name, Rickard headed to Nome, Alaska, where a strike had been reported.

One author has commented: “Physically, Tex Rickard was a most engaging person, a tall man with small twinkling eyes set into a bland, smooth-skinned face. He had the gamblers’ thin-tipped trap mouth, an infectious, boyish smile and an impish expression.”
In Nome, Rickard met and became a lifelong friend of Wyatt Earp, who for a time owned a competing saloon. Earp, shown here, was a boxing fan and previously had been hired to referee matches. Their relationship may have whetted Tex’s appetite for the boxing game. Later Rickard would hire Wyatt’s brother, Virgil, as a bartender and then saw that he was made a deputy sheriff just before that Earp brother died of pneumonia.
As had happened in Dawson, the gold soon ran out in Nome. Rickard, who had invested most of his riches in mining properties lost most of his wealth and saw the client flow at his saloon and gambling hall slow to a trickle. This time Tex looked south to Goldfields, Nevada, 247 miles southeast of Carson City. Gold had been discovered in the vicinity in 1903 and the site had become a boomtown. The yellow stuff was making prospectors rich overnight and, as usual, looking for a place to spend their cash.


Wealthy once again, Rickard built the most impressive brick house in Goldfields, one that still stands. Shown below, the dwelling boasted lead glass windows and a white picket fence. Tex furnished it lavishly with oriental carpets, expensive wallpaper and fine decoration. It boasted the only lawn in Goldfields and neighbors were said to have turned out to watch whenever Rickard cut the grass.
According to one possibly apocryphal account, the house lacked a kitchen because the saloonkeeper lived there alone and took all his meals out. At the time, however, Tex had wed again. She was Edith May Haig of Sacramento, California, and the couple had one daughter who died in 1907. They were married until Edith’s death but it is possible she did not accompany him to Goldfields — or deign to cook.

Despite the rich return of the Jeffries-Jackson bout, Rickard announced to the press that he was “through with the business of prize fighting.” He sold the Northern and his house in Goldfields and sailed to Latin America. There he acquired land in Paraguay, managing huge a cattle ranch for five years. Once again his investment proved faulty, the cattle business failed, and Rickard is estimated to have lost about a million dollars.


In 1925, Rickard’s wife of 23 years, Edith Mae, died in New York. Earlier Tex had met Maxine Hodges, a former actress 33 years his junior. The couple married on October 7, 1926, in Lewisburg, West Virginia. On June 7, 1927, the couple's daughter, Maxine, was born. Tex had little time left to enjoy his new baby. In December 1928 while he was in Miami arranging a boxing match he was felled by an appendix attack. Complications occurred during the course of a likely botched operation and Rickard died on January 5, 1929, at the age of 59. His body was returned to New York and he was buried at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx.
Sportswriter Davis J. Walsh memorialized him: "Rickard wasn't merely associated with boxing; he was boxing itself. He took it out of the back rooms and dropped it into the laps of millionaires. He established a monopoly by cornering its star performers. He made it the biggest money business of all professional sports.…” My analysis of Rickard’s career suggests that his years as a saloonkeeper were crucial to his success. Blessed with a genial personality and the ability to understand what his customers wanted, Tex applied the lessons he learned behind the bar to a much larger stage and found they worked for him there as well.
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