LAS VEGAS — Wendy Schultz knew that her parents
collected casino memorabilia, but not until they died within a
few months of one another in 2005 did she understand the magnitude
of their efforts.
“We kept finding ashtrays and playing cards and chips,” said
Mrs. Schultz of Henderson, Nev., “and we’d come back the next
day and it seemed like it would multiply in the evening. I’ve
since been told my dad had the fourth-largest slot token collection
in the world.”
And so it is that Mrs. Schultz and her husband, Paul, spent
three days last week at the annual Casino Chip and Gaming Tokens
Collectors Club convention at the Riviera Hotel and Casino on
the Strip. They sat at a pair of tables crowded with dozens
of fat three-ring binders stuffed with chips and coins, all
carefully annotated and priced. With a portrait of her prim-looking
parents, Bettye and Vince Mowery, keeping sentry behind them,
the Schultzes worked to reduce the spoils of the Mowerys’ 20-year
passion for gathering — some might call it hoarding — untold
thousands of items.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to get rid of all of it in our
lifetime,” Mrs. Schultz said. Yet her main regret, she said,
is not the sales job she inherited but “that I didn’t have more
conversations with Daddy about the history of these pieces.”
She added, “They’re all so fascinating.”
Many of the 2,000 vendors and enthusiasts who come here each
year for the convention think of themselves as both collectors
and guardians of the history of gambling around the world.
“The chip collector has a love of history because the chips
come from institutions that may or may not any longer be in
existence,” said Christine Smith of Glencoe, Ill., who wore
a gold diamond-encrusted pendant in the figure of a royal flush
and a pair of blackjack card earrings. Ms. Smith carried a bag
with the image of a slot machine on its side and oversize dice
for handles.
“I think they’re artwork,” Mrs. Smith said. “Many of them
are just absolutely beautiful.”
Each item — be it chip, swizzle stick or imprinted shoehorn
— represents a time, a place and a culture, from obscure illegal
Prohibition-era gambling halls to the casinos run by organized
crime figures to joints frequented by the Rat Pack to contemporary
casinos on Indian reservations.
Many chip collectors start out as coin collectors but grow
disillusioned at how the value of coins, particularly those
minted mainly for collectors, can be manipulated.
Sometimes, though, the value of the objects of their new passion
can be just as staggering. Last year, Eric Rosenblum, a lawyer
from Merrick, N.Y., sold a $100 chip he picked up in the 1980s
at the now defunct Desert Inn casino here for $20,000. Returning
home from a vacation some 45 years ago, a Missouri woman, Sandy
Marbs, threw a $1 chip from the Showboat Casino, once a Las
Vegas mainstay, into her jewelry box. Last month, she sold it
on eBay for nearly $29,000.
Still, most items at the show go for more modest prices. A
chip from Al Capone’s Moonlight Club in Chicago is priced at
$20, a keychain from the Edgewater Hotel-Casino in Laughlin,
Nev., costs $1.50, an unwrapped bar of soap from the Flamingo
in Las Vegas is priced at $12.50, and the asking price for a
1955 Life magazine with a cover story warning that Las Vegas’s
boom times were probably over is $25.
Show attendees tend to be retirees, mostly men, which concerned
Bob Ensley, 68, of Westminster, Colo., who hauled $45,000 worth
of his collection to the event.
“You don’t see an awful lot of young collectors coming through,
which is a shame,” Mr. Ensley said, adding, “They could make
themselves a nice retirement nest egg just by collecting these
things.”
There are social costs, though. Ms. Smith admits that she
and her husband, Sheldon, are known back in Glencoe as “those
crazy chip people,” their home overrun by memorabilia. The first
thing visitors see when they enter, she said, are antique gambling
wheels and a pair of four-foot-wide chips featuring images of
Playboy bunnies that once hung at the Palms in Las Vegas around
the time the resort opened its Playboy Club.
“I can’t even invite my priest to my house because my crucifix
is in my bedroom and the Playboy bunny chips are over the fireplace,”
she said. “Isn’t that pathetic?”