Men of the world knew the Everleigh Sisters and boasted of exploits in their resort. But most of the boasting was done in the backroom of the corner saloon — to the boys. It cost me a hundred smackers and what did I get? Grandpa would say. The jolly crowd laughed and some wisecracker would reply: If you only spent a hundred you were lucky you got a kiss. Those were the happy hours. Whatever became of those two sisters? Became a common query.