Warren Nelson - University of Nevada, Reno
Warren Nelson - University of Nevada, Reno
Warren Nelson - University of Nevada, Reno
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I got together a crew to bring to <strong>Reno</strong>.<br />
Th ese people are all dead now. One young<br />
man by the name <strong>of</strong> Jim Brady was a very<br />
bright guy about my age or a little bit younger.<br />
I was twenty-three at the time—1936. A<br />
young fellow by the name <strong>of</strong> Clyde Bittner,<br />
who worked for me at the time <strong>of</strong> his death—<br />
he was a shift manager—just a real fi ne, fi ne<br />
man and very knowledgeable in the business.<br />
Another man named Dick Trinastich came<br />
with me. He was a big, fat fellow who died <strong>of</strong><br />
a heart attack; he got teased a lot, but he was<br />
a very good Keno man.<br />
We arrived in <strong>Reno</strong> on the twenty-ninth<br />
<strong>of</strong> April, 1936. Francis Lyden got us a room<br />
in a hotel above the Palace Club. Th en we<br />
started getting all the things together to open<br />
up the game.<br />
Francis had dealt the game up in Butte,<br />
Montana with his brother Joe. Joe was an<br />
electrical engineer. Th eir stepfather, whose<br />
name was Pete Notten, was one <strong>of</strong> the oldtimers<br />
in the gambling business and had<br />
brought his two step-sons into the business.<br />
Th ey were very bright, methodical people, and<br />
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Palace Club, 1936-1942<br />
knew the business well. I learned a lot from<br />
both <strong>of</strong> them. Joe is now in his eighties and<br />
lives in Las Vegas, and I believe he operates<br />
the Keno game in the Holiday Hotel.<br />
On the way through Butte to <strong>Reno</strong> we<br />
stopped and talked to Joe Lyden and old man<br />
Notten; they gave me more advice.<br />
Getting into <strong>Reno</strong>, we started to get the<br />
stuff together. <strong>Reno</strong> was a very bright place at<br />
the time; there were things that I’d never seen<br />
before; it was very, very interesting.<br />
I met a young lady the fi rst night I was in<br />
town—the twenty-ninth <strong>of</strong> April and married<br />
her on the twentieth <strong>of</strong> May; her name was<br />
Clorinda Petricciani, the daughter <strong>of</strong> the man<br />
who owned the Palace Club who Francis<br />
Lyden worked for. Th is was sort <strong>of</strong> done on the<br />
spur <strong>of</strong> the moment, but we stayed married<br />
for ten years. It naturally made a diff erence<br />
because I got chances through old John<br />
Petricciani, who was called “Slot Machine<br />
Johnny,” that I wouldn’t have gotten if I hadn’t<br />
been married to his daughter. However, I<br />
think that I learned well and did the best I<br />
could with that.