October 5, 1952
(Editor’s Note: This is the seventh article on early El Paso history by Cleofas Calleros, El Paso historian)
“We
didn’t allow women to come to our meetings or parties. The fact is we
didn’t want them. We were strictly a men’s club – organized for
fellowship and to entertain the people in town. And, sir, we had good
times.”
Those are recollections of the famous old McGinty Club of
El Paso as recalled by one of its secretaries and first members, James
J. Watts. Watts, born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1870, came to El Paso
in 1884 and, with his uncle, Sylvester, and brother William and Edward,
operated the Watts Water Works.
He, like every other oldtimer,
remembers with a great deal of pleasure that musical organization which
flourished here between 1896 and 1900. It was a good club, he says, the
official “Greeter Committee” for the city. Dignitaries, convention
delegates, and just casual visitors received a flaring, musical welcome
from it, that they didn’t soon forget. No one has forgotten the band
concerts in Plaza Park every Sunday afternoon or the enjoyment they
afforded.
There were about 200 members composing eight complete
musical organizations in McGinty Club – The A Concert Band, Brass Band,
Choir, Orchestra, Drum and Fife Corps, Typical Orchestra, Banjo,
Troubadours, and Maennercohr. Each had its own director and manager.
The
members were local businessmen, playing for their own pleasure, for
self-improvement, and for the town’s benefit. Good music, the better
things in life, meant much to them ... those early hardy pioneers, who
could play the cithara or mandolin or violin as adeptly as they could
build a city.
Their group was unique, paying no dues, receiving
no salary, threatening no strikes, endorsing no political parties,
recognizing no religious or social barriers within itself, and
blissfully, wonderfully oblivious to the different nationalities and
races of this number.
ONE INTEREST
There was Carl Pitzer, a
German; Du Remer, a Frenchman, and a man name Soufle; also some
Mexicans, some Irish, some Italians, some Chinese, Paso del Norte
residents comprised a part of the Brass Band. These men were friends,
very much disinterested in one another’s business and personal affairs,
but wholeheartedly joined by one common bond – music.
If there
was any pressing business of a financial nature the hat was passed.
Each man donated whatever he could, or thought was worth it; nothing if
he couldn’t. No one cared. How the money was utilized was immaterial to
all concerned, since they knew, whatever the use, it was a good cause.
Each member paid his own fee for trips out-of-town; the City Council
financed public programs. There was complete harmony.
McGinty
Club commanded El Paso’s respect and received it. The musicians were,
for the most part, family men, and all were gentlemen of the old
school. Whatever the performance or occasion, whatever the season, each
man appeared in full, appropriate dress – a three-piece suit. His
shirts were stiffly starched, with high linen or colloid collars and
French cuffs and link. No one would have dared perform before the
public without his tie, his favorite bow tie usually.
“We had
fine parties,” Watts relates. “They were nearly always big picnics at
Orn’s grove, or Hart’s Mill, or Woodlawn Park (Washington Park now). We
all would bring our instruments and play by the hour. There were never
less than 10 kegs of beer, but everyone know he was to watch himself. I
never saw a man drunk at a McGinty Picnic.”
“Another fine thing
about McGinty was that we held one another in high esteem. Now you find
people who condescend to tolerate each other only because they belong
to the same group. With us it was respect rather than tolerance.”
It
was an appreciative audience for which the McGinty men played. El
Pasoans were a sedate lot – not really a horde of offensive bruisers,
painted women, notorious gamblers, and Billy-the-Kid fans. A somewhat
refined gentry, really, regardless of what the fiction writers would
lead you to believe. And they sported McGinty Club all the way.
CLUB DIED
It
was unfortunately disbanded about 1905, dying an entirely natural
death. There was no discord right up until the end, but only an
increasing lack of interest and patrons as other diversions were
offered. The following officers of McGinty Club, performed a real
service for their city:
D.W. Rieckhart, who was the only
president the club ever had; James J. Watts, secretary; E.H. Offley,
choirmaster and leader of “all voice” groups; W.H. Watts, treasurer,
who kept no books, but was the faithful keeper of funds; Charles
Merrick, orator, who provided speakers for official welcomes; M.
Hester, musical director who had charge of co-ordinating all musical
activities with the club; Carl Piftzer, leader and director of the
Concert Band.
F. Grandover, captain of the Light Guards and
keeper of the two Cannons; Edg. Shelton, chairman of the musical
committee, Edward Watts, commissary general, responsible for the “eats
and drinks” at all functions; Al Lamour, chief pyrotechnical artist,
who was in charge of all the illumination and brilliant spectacles held
at Fort McGinty; G.E. Nemmaun, manger of Orchestra; F.W. Edlesten, head
rain producer and weather prophet (if there was no rain, he always
managed to have a fire hose); H. Ward, Librarian; Harry A. Moss, sketch
artist. He was the clown of the club; he was clever in his drawings;
Guy Orme, astronomer – his job was to provide good weather for all
outings, and believe it or not, he was most successful.
Louis E.
Behr historian. (The club did have a nice library and Louie kept an
album. If anyone knows of its whereabouts the author would appreciate
your kind advice.) James Longwell, drum major, Drum and Fife Corps.
Jimmy was one of the tallest men in the club and his 36-inch high hat
made him the most handsome in the group; R.C. Lightboy, general of the
Plug Hat Brigade. He was in charge of the marching unit of the “white
hats,” an auxiliary to the Light Brigade; P.S. Jenkins, general of the
stiff Hat Brigade. This unit was made up of members who did not belong
to a "military marching unit,” and wore dark silk hats.
MANY JOBS
A.C.
Wheeler, surgeon – he had the easiest job, since no one was ever known
to need medical attention at any function or initiation; The Rev. J.
Milne, chaplain. Every member of the club was reverent in is religious
practices; Chas. Layer, manager of the Typical Orchestra. This
particular unit was the talk of the town for their delightful
renditions and good taste; Charles Keifer and Z.T. Merrill, commanders
of the Fambeau Club. This group was the “brains” and the boosters of
planning the entertainment to be accorded visitors; Captain Jack
Crawford, poet lariat – this position was unique, a sort of jester, not
in the sense of clowning; William O’Brien, general of artillery. As the
title implies, he managed to keep the cannons well supplied with
ammunition.
Warner Gibb, manger of the Drum Corps – every detail
and upkeep of the corps came within his province; he certainly kept
them well dressed; Frank Tusten, manager of the Fife Corps. He tried to
out-do Gibbs, but both kept abreast in all their activities; both were
excellent managers and El Paso was proud of both corps; Dr. “Dad”
Spencer, chief of Quarantine Department – he had a ticklish job to
perform when the Club would venture to and from Juarez; O.F.
Heckelmann, official scorer – in addition to his duties at games, he
took care of the side bets; W.B. Merrick, drum major, Brass Band – he
used to give Longwell lots of competition.
T.R. Teustis, chief
listener to members’ troubles – he did nothing, since no one was ever
known to have any troubles; J.D. Ponder, scribe – he was the reporter
who furnished newspapers with current items (and he was a good one);
Charles Reed, foreign diplomat – he took care of international
relations and arranged for El Paso-Juarez activities; Will. R. Brown,
manager of Brass Band – he was the best provider in the club (the only
thing he didn’t give away was the Santa Fe depot). J. Allen, manager,
Banjo Troubadours – this musical organization was the pride of every
member; Charles Rokahr, manager of Maenercohr – this 20-man choir was
in great demand at all festivities; William Edelsten, collector. He was
what the name implies and always brought the dough.
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