Although my Grandma Fitzpatrick may have frowned on it, I think my Grandpa Fitzpatrick would have chuckled on what I'm about to share. It's my hypothesis on why one of St. Vincent's MANY saloons was called The First & Last Chance Saloon. As you know from previous posts, St. Vincent was considered by many of the more upstanding citizens of the area as a regular den of iniquity. Personally, I'm rather proud of coming from a town with a reputation...!
Like another saloon by that name, this one had a good reason to come by that title. St. Vincent was bordered by a Canadian province and another state which were dry. Availing yourself of a refreshment at The First & Last Chance Saloon was literally a traveler's first or last chance - depending on whether they were coming or going!
Take note in the photograph - taken of the interior of the actual saloon we are discussing - the rich woodwork of the bar, the typical ornate tin ceiling panels, the ads of lovely Gibson-Girl-like figures decorating the bar...as well as the spittoons on the floor.