The Outhouse: an Icon of the American West
By Elizabeth McCall
They say it was the outhouse that held the key to Billy the Kid's great escape. Hidden inside one, legend says, was a revolver waiting for The Kid to retrieve it on an early evening visit to the loo outside New Mexico's Lincoln County Courthouse, where he was jailed.
In truth, Billy knew that if he could get loose from the floor, where he was shackled and chained, he could slip his remarkably small hands through his handcuffs. After asking the guard if he could use the outhouse, he slipped his cuffs and hit the guard over the head when he returned to the courthouse. In the ensuing scuffle, Billy got the guard's gun and shot him.
"Today, The Kid's famous jailbreak — and the role the outhouse played — is memorialized in New Mexico's historic Lincoln County, in a play at the Lincoln State Memorial," says B. Byron Price, director of the Charles M. Russell Center for the Study of Art of the American West at the University of Oklahoma. And that's no small role: It's been reprised annually (except for two years during World War II) since 1939, making it the longest-running folk play in the United States.
Once abundant throughout the country, the iconic structure typically depicted with a crescent-shaped moon on the door was truly privy to the intimate details of life in the American West. For some, it provided a rendezvous point for late-night clandestine encounters. For others, it was a constant magnet for pranks, especially at Halloween, when many outhouses were moved (so the user stepped in the hole), tipped over, or even torched.
Maybe you remember digging the holes, or filling them in when the outhouse had to be moved. The outhouse was, after all, a mainstay of life in the country until not that long ago. "You'd find outhouses far into the 20th century. There are still some out there," Price says. Indeed, about 50 million American families still had outhouses as late as 1950, down to 0.6 percent of the population in a recent reckoning.
It was Thomas Jefferson who got rid of the wooden privy on the White House lawn and then opted for two indoor water closets, which pumped waste into a septic field beyond the White House. But Jefferson was no stranger to innovation: The privies at his Monticello home were air-cooled by underground tunnels.
And even pop stars are part of the outhouse culture. Singer-songwriter Jim Croce found his outhouse in Lyndell, Pennsylvania, a relaxing place to meditate. The arched window from the architecturally unique structure can be seen on the cover of his first album, Don't Mess Around with Jim.
With such a colorful and ubiquitous history, outhouses have often figured into Hollywood Westerns. Price, who previously served as executive director of the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyoming, points out that in The Missouri Breaks (1976), starring Marlon Brando and Jack Nicholson, an outhouse set the scene for the shooting of a man at his most vulnerable — with his pants down. Another outhouse shooting took place in Clint Eastwood's Unforgiven (1992). And in 2008's Appaloosa, Jeremy Irons' ruthless Randall Bragg character was taken by surprise and arrested while coming out the door from his early morning outhouse visit. Traditionally, the average outhouse (for single use) was 3 to 4 feet square, 7 feet high, and had no heat, window, or electric light. Many outhouses had two holes of different sizes — one for adults and a smaller one for children. Large families sometimes had multiple holes for concurrent use. A supersize privy at one Montana hotel offered a dozen holes to patrons. There were even deluxe two-story models. Although most outhouses had lids to cover the holes, some included actual toilet seats.
Other practical matters: Many outhouses were painted white so they could been seen in the dark of night, and before toilet paper, mail-order catalogs were favored because the pages were soft; corn cobs (usually kept in a box) also served a similar function.
Curiously, the crescent moon equated today with outhouse doors wasn't always a universal symbol. Nor was the actual intent simply for ventilation and light. In colonial times, an era when few people could read, the crescent moon associated with Luna was a gender identification symbol for women. Likewise, the men's outhouse was then designated with a sun or star cutout on the door. However, by the mid-1800s, the original meanings were lost on the general population. Some Northern areas had no cutouts at all on the doors because of severe weather. Doug Harman, chairman of the Lakes Trail Region for the Texas Historical Commission, which includes most of North Texas, shares a historical insight: "At the time of the Civil War, there were no regulations about where to put latrines [in relation] to where to get the drinking water. Two-thirds of the deaths in the Civil War were from disease, not battle. One of the major causes was from defecation. Toward of the end of the war, people became aware of the problem of human and animal wastes getting mixed [into drinking water]. They became very careful about where they put the outhouse." Which tended to be 50 to 150 feet from a dwelling, away from water, and surrounded by sweet-smelling bushes.
According to The Vanishing American Outhouse by Ronald S. Barlow (Viking Studio), at least 4 million outhouses were still in use across the country when the book was published in 1992. Featuring many period outhouse photos and a humorous collection of "privy postcards," the book includes copies of the U.S. Department of Agriculture's 1922 and 1928 era Farmers' Bulletin on Sewage and Sewerage of Farm Homes, with schematics and directions for building sanitary, dry-earth, and vault privies.
Barlow also cites the fact that among the many accomplishments of Franklin D. Roosevelt's Works Progress Administration (WPA) was the actual building of 2,309,239 "Sanitary Privies" by federally trained and funded specialists. Crews rebuilt outhouses across the country and erected new ones if existing standards weren't met.
In just a couple of generations, that number has dwindled to almost nothing. WalletPop recently listed the outhouse among the Top 25 Things Disappearing from America. So much so that a Canadian museum — in Liverpool, Nova Scotia — is seeking to preserve them. And, now that Richard Papousek, the founder and curator of the Outhouse Museum in Gregory, South Dakota, has moved, so has his museum (which includes a two-story model) — next door behind The Oscar Micheax Center on Main Street.
Still, there's something of a renaissance of surviving structures as quaint collectible folk art among landscape architects, who use them for high-end backyard garden projects. Meanwhile, other former outhouses have been reborn as tool sheds, phone booths, and even school bus stops. And you have only to witness an outhouse race to realize what a beloved anachronism the outhouse truly is. There are dozens of such races in the West from Texas to Alaska to Kansas. Picture "riders" sitting over the hole, wearing helmets, while racing over snow on runners or along the street on foot with outhouse in tow, and ask yourself: What would Billy the Kid say?
THE OUTHOUSE POEM
Author Unknown
The service station trade was slow
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.
No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.
"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.
With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.
With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.
She missed the foot log - jumped the stream
The owner gave a shout,
As her silk stockings, down at her knees
Caught on a sassafras sprout.
She tripped and fell - got up, and then
In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.
Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.
A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.
He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish tike,
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.