A postcard
A picture taken in October of 2003. They've got it covered with glass, which reflected everything around it. It's very shabby looking...and just a little eerie....
And the story, as posted in the sign above the table:
SUICIDE TABLE
So called because 3 previous owners are reported to have committed suicide because of heavy losses over this table. Originally a faro bank table brought to Virginia City in the early 1860's. The owner, supposed to be one "Black Jake" lost $70,000 one evening and shot himself.
The second owner, whose name is lost in history, ran the table for one nights play. He was unable to pay off his losses. One report has it that he committed suicide and another report has it that he was saved the trouble.
The table was then stored for some years because no one would deal on it. It was finally converted into a "21" table sometime in the late "90's and its black reputation seemed to have been forgotten, until one stormy night.
A miner, who had been cleaned out in some other gambling house, stumbled in half drunk. As the story goes, he gambled a gold ring against a five dollar gold piece and won. He played all night long...and by morning had won over $86,000 in cash, a team of horses and an interest in a gold mine. Everything the owner of the table had in the world. That caused the third suicide.
Many famous men have gambled for high stakes, leaning on the green cloth, watching the turn of a card. Fortunes have been won and lost on it.
Suicide Table is truly a relic that is replete with memories of the old town, and who knows, perhaps ghosts of the old timers are still leaning on their elbows, watching for the turn of a card.
Very Nice 