James Fisk, who was only 33 years old in 1867, was another strange soul. He was a stout, jolly extrovert who fancied gaudy clothes and jewelry. He tossed silver dollars at street urchins, and caroused openly in New York's gaslit restaurants and cabarets with showgirls from the vaudeville stage, who were then considered little better than prostitutes (One of them, Josie Mansfield, was his undoing; in 1872 Fisk was murdered by another one of her suitors).