Wyatt Earp. One of the most evocative names in American History. Dodge City. Tombstone. The OK Corral. He’s also to be remembered as a guy who ran a piece of two-bit flimflam on Bunco Hill. And got popped for it—but then, this was no 1880s gambling saloon. This was the grandest new hotel in Taft-era Los Angeles. Perhaps Earp was a little out of his element.

August 24, 1882

Martin Weiss, who runs the Chicago Saloon on Court Street, was arrested for permitting gambling in his establishment.

Martin wasn’t worried – he was convinced that with his charm and wit he would completely annihilate the case against him. When he took the witness stand, Weiss swore a solemn oath that the boys who had been accused of gambling in his saloon had never done any such thing. Imagine Martin’s surprise when he was found guilty.