It was 1960; my wife and I had a $25 budget that had to cover room, supper, and gaming. Supper at the Frontier was served family style for a $1; leaving us with $5 and so we crossed the street to the DI where we sat and nursed scotch & water and listened to Billy Eckstein in his lounge act. My wife took her silver dollar, put it on the big wheel, won $2 and refused to share it with me. I divorced her 20 years later. Neat souvenier I found in my old trunk and no I didn't play the game--couldn't even pronounce it.