With Helena and the surrounding areas being the new and upcoming Eldorado there were opportunities for all sorts of business establishments. And, of course, they were all designed to help these pore lonesome miners fulfill their desires and to empty their pockets of hard-earned gold dust.
One such business minded gal swept into town from the rougher parts of Chicago. By birth she was named Josephine Hensley. But it wasn't long before this perky, curly-headed brunet had acquired the handle of 'Chicago Joe.'
When the word had sifted back east, at least as far as Chicago, about the new bonanza Josephine packed her duds, left Chicago, and headed for Montana to collect her share of this new-found western wealth. She had already served her apprenticeship in the art of pleasing men and had graduated with honors. So at the ripe old age of twenty-three Josephine set up shop in a log cabin in Helena where she earned the distinction of being the first woman, at least in Montana Territory, to own her own dancehall, or hurdy-gurdy as they were sometimes called. Hurdy-gurdy was the general name given to such establishments such as Hensley operated. The name was a leftover from the California Gold Rush days when dance hall music was provided by hand organs.
But there wouldn't be any wheezing organ-grinding music at Chicago Joe's place. Hensley took her establishment a step upwards, as compared to the other like-minded businesses. For the listening and dancing pleasure of her customers Joe provided an actual log cabin-encased orchestra, consisting of three instruments. And that, and whiskey drinking, wasn't the only means of entertainment she offered.
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