Booze, Broads, or a Railroad                   Eureka-Nevada
Railway - 1918      In 1918, the war to end all wars was raging
in Europe. Americans, for the first time, were chewing pencils
trying to wade through their first income tax return. Then, John
Sexton, manager of the Eureka-Nevada Railway, dumped a problem
into the collective laps of Eureka County Liquor Board members.
 Eureka, just a hoot and a holler and then some south of Elko,
was a typical Nevada town with its share of saloons and, to put
it nicely for mixed company, bawdy houses. Sexton's crews were
working in town on railroad repairs and, by golly, he wasn't
going to allow his men to spend their hard-earned wages on booze
and soiled doves. Always tight-fisted with railroad money, he
wanted his men, shall we say, to work their butts off for their
pay and not spend it on sinful pursuits.      Never one to
wallflower-it-out, he rolled up his sleeves and snorted into
Eureka with steam pouring from both ears. He bluntly told the
Liquor Board tha