{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3603", "width": "2312", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Book Zj Z6\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "But, Cards!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Well, it is cards that has brought out the sporting blood in us.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "JACK POTS\\nSTORIKS OF THE GREAT\\nAMERICAN GAME\\nBy EUGENE EDWARDS\\ncan be played\\nbut once a n/gAf\\nWITH OVER FIFTY ORIGINAL PEN AND INK\\nILLUSTRATIONS BY\\nIKE MORGAN\\nI 900\\nJAMIESON-HIGGINS CO,\\nCHICAGO", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES HiiO.\u00c2\u00a3iV t.J\\nLibrary of Congr9i%\\nOffice of tbe\\nr.fi^9 1900\\nKagltter of Copyrl\u00c2\u00a3fbt%\\n60028\\nCopyright, 1900\\nBY\\nJAMIESON-HIGGINS CO.\\nScCJND COPY,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nChapter Page\\nI. What is Poker? Its Origin, and Why We Like It. 7\\nII. The Early Days of Poker Steamboat Games\\nA Mammoth Raise Bowie s Good Deed 22\\nIII. Poker in Washington A Story of Henry Clay\\nCabinet Players Mahone s Rule When\\nReed Was Called 36\\nIV. Poker in London and Paris John Bull s Two\\nPair A Game with the Prince of Wales 53\\nV. Poker and Jurisprudence Various Decisions by\\nLegal Luminaries How the Judge Over-\\nruled the Motion\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Sheriff Took the Pot.. 67\\nVI. All about Jack Pots A $1,200,000 Jack Didn t\\nKnow Greenbacks Won on Two Deuces A\\nBoston Man s Narrow Escape 85\\nVII. The Scheme for a National Jack Pot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A Jack Pot\\nWithout Cards 104\\nVIII. Women and Poker Arguments to Show that They\\nCan t Play and a Story to Prove that They\\nCan 1 14\\nIX. Old Time Poker in the South\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A Jack Pot of\\nNiggers Colonel Rafael and His Honor 130\\nX. Poker and Hypnotism A Young Man Who can.\\nRead Card.s How Five Aces were Beaten\\nThe Man Who Laid Down a Straight Flush. 148\\nXL A Life-long Game The Great Morgan-Danielson\\nBetting Match Four Hours to Open a Jack\\nPot Three Thousand Dollars for a Nap 160\\nXII. About Bluffing $200,000 on a Pair of Tens A\\nBluff that Turned into a Flush Major\\nEdwards and the Tenderfoot 174\\n5", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "6 CONTENTS\\nChapter Page\\nXIII. Tom Custer s Luck\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A Girl Makes the Best Draw\\non Record How a Town-site was Won on\\nTwo Deuces Lucky Baldwin s Big Play i8g\\nXIV. Six Cards in One Hand Two Games wherein Six\\nCards Figured What Became of the Extra\\nOne 204\\nXV. Poker in the Centennial State Big Betting on\\nSmall Hands How Three Klondikers Played\\nCards 217\\nXVI. Children and Poker Too Much Frankness\\nDaddy and Dinah How the Tom Fool had\\nthem All Alike 230\\nXVII. The Police and the Gamblers\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A Down East\\nSelectman A Bunko Game at Los Angeles\\nStory of the Short-Card Man 245\\nXVIII. Superstitious Players Queens and Tens Louis\\nLaid them Down Euchre and Poker An\\nOld Story 259\\nXIX. Reminiscences of William Hurt, Reformed John\\nDougherty s Bet of Arizona Territory His\\nAdventures in Persia 271\\nXX. How the Bear Spoiled the Jack Pot Touching\\nTale of a Dog that Tipped off Poker Hands\\nto His Master 2S4\\nXXI. Practical Joking How the Dentist was Fixed\\nThe Fresh Baseball Reporter and the Players 294\\nXXII. Crooked Gambling An Expert Explains the Mys-\\nteries of Second Card, Paper Men and Hold\\nOuts 308\\nXXIII. Classic Tales of Poker\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The One-Eyed Man-\\nOrigin of the Looloo Four Kings as Bank\\nCollateral Jay Gould as a Philanthropist 317\\nXXIV. The Poetry of Poker\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ditties, Wise and Other-\\nwise, about the Great National Game 335", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "JACK POTS.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nWHAT IS POKER ITS ORIGIN, AND WHY\\nWE LIKE IT.\\nAll civilized nations love sport, but Americans\\nsurpass all the world in that as in so many other re-\\nspects. That is because Americans are so little\\nconservative that they readily adopt all games\\nas their own. As in everything else, England is\\nshy of any but the customs that bear the mark of\\nher own breeding, and a game out or indoor\\nmakes but slow progress in her affections. We have\\nbeen trying to introduce base ball into the\\ntight little island for twenty years, and although\\nwe are told that there are clubs here and there\\nand hear dim rumors that some of the players are\\ncrack-a-jacks, we never hear of any of our mag-\\nnates signing these phenoms, nor do we believe\\nthere is in all Great Britain a boy who gets up in\\nthe morning and makes a rush for the paper to see\\nthe score before his father looks at it.\\n7", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8 JACK POTS.\\nOn the other hand, we have taken up cricket,\\nwhich is so essentially English that it takes three\\ndays to play a match, and we have fairly gone daft\\nover the Scotch game of golf. The Indian game\\nof Lacrosse had quite a run a few years ago, and\\neven now occasionally sees the light on our north-\\nern frontier, and we have even brought the game\\nof polo from far away India. If any nation has a\\ngame that has in it the least element of attractive-\\nness, let it be brought along and it will certainly be\\ngiven a respectful hearing.\\nBut, cards Well, it is cards that has brought\\nout the sporting blood in us. There are people\\nwho will not believe this, and point to base ball.\\nThey say Look at the thousands who attend a\\ngame! All right; look at them. Then consider\\nthat the game only lasts for two hours and that\\na big league city gets only fifty-seven games in an\\nentire season, if every scheduled game is played.\\nAnd then consider that the thousands of spectators\\nare not taking any actual part in the game they\\nare not playing. Apart from the boys, hundreds of\\nthe spectators couldn t catch a fly ball with a net,\\nand for every man looking on there are a hundred\\nwho are willing to simply read the account of the\\ngame in the next morning s paper.\\nBut cards w^e have with us always. There are\\na few^ men who have never played cards in their\\nlives and for some inscrutable reason are proud of", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? 9\\nthe fact, and a greater number who used to play\\nwhen they were boys but have no time for it now,\\nbut the man who never in all his life fingered a pack\\nof cards is about as hard to find as the man who\\nnever told a lie. Of course this would not have\\nheld true thirty or forty years ago, when cards\\nwere held up to scorn as the invention of the devil,\\nand all card players were placed but a shade above\\na forger or pickpocket. We do not hear so much\\nof that wild talk nowadays.\\nIn cards we are almost as radical as in out of\\ndoor sports. Faro, baccarat, rouge et noir, and\\none or two others are decidedly foreign, and there\\nare more coming. Euchre is French, and seven-\\nup is our own. That is the country boy s game,\\nand many a hay mow has looked down on an ex-\\nciting game, when the old man had gone to town.\\nEuchre is the ladies game because you can play it\\nany which way, and cheat and talk, and no one\\nwill get very mad about it. Whist is never going to\\nbe popular, no matter how many clubs are formed\\nor how many trophies are played for. There\\nis too much brain work about whist, pretty much\\nas in chess, and the ordinary man does not care\\nto expend more energy than would saw a cord of\\nwood for the sake of persuading himself that he\\nhas had an hour s amusement. One reason whist\\nis played as much as it is, is owing to the idea in-\\ndustriously cultivated that the game is respect-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "lo JACK POTS.\\nable. Perhaps this is due to the fact that the\\nQueen of England plays whist, but she also drinks\\nScotch whiskey, so that would hardly do to take\\nas an indorsement. In English novels the vicars\\nand curates always play whist, so that may be the\\nreason. At any rate the game is eminently re-\\nspectable, and a lady never alludes to her last\\nvisit to the whist club without a touch of con-\\nscious pride. It adds to her social standing, or she\\nthinks it does, which amounts to the same thing.\\nWhen you shuffle up all the games, however,\\nthere is one that stands out before and beyond all\\nthe others, like a lighthouse on the sea coast or\\na water tank on a prairie, and that is POKER.\\nThis is not a history, but it seems no more than\\nproper that a brief inquiry into the origin of the\\ngame should be given place. It is claimed that it is\\na descendant of the Spanish game of primero,\\nalthough the proof is not very clear. According\\nto the people who delve into such things, primero\\nwas elaborated in France in the seventeenth cen-\\ntury into ambigu, in which the straight, the\\nstraight flush, three of a kind, and four of a kind\\nwere introduced. About this time a game called\\npost and pair, derived from primero, was played\\nin the West of England, and from this came brag,\\non which Hoyle wrote a treatise in 175 1. In the\\ngame of brag, each player said I brag as he\\nraised another player. Another authority claims", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? II\\nthat poker is merely a variation from the Irish\\ngame of spoil five.\\nIf these explanations are true it is rather remark-\\nable that neither the Spanish, French, English or\\nIrish have a liking for the modern and\\nperfected game. Of course we know how\\ncordially Europeans detest innovations, but\\nthat would mean that they would cling to\\nprimero or ambigu, but they do not. In\\nspite of all temptations to belong to other nations\\nwe must insist that poker is a thoroughly American\\ngame, so much so that it has never taken root out-\\nside of this country, nor even in Canada, except\\nclose to the border. General Schenck, our Minis-\\nter to England years ago,- is credited with an at-\\ntempt to introduce it into that country for the de-\\nlectation of the natives, but what he really did was\\nto write a little manual of the game to relieve him-\\nself of the necessity of answering a thousand of in-\\ndividual questions. It was a passing craze, and we\\ncannot flatter ourselves that the great American\\ngame has taken any hold of our British cousins. It\\nis a pity tis true, because they don t know what\\nthey are missing. The Prince of Wales is the sporty\\nboy of the English speaking people, and if he had\\nbeen properly inoculated he would have set the\\nfashion and then there w^ould have been a grand\\nopening for an international show down. But\\nhe is too old a dog to learn new tricks, and now", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 JACK POTS.\\nwe will have to wait for the Duke of York. The\\nfact that he is married and settled makes no dif-\\nference, as it is a notorious fact that married men\\nmake the best poker players.\\nTherefore we may say with truth that America\\nmonopolizes the game of poker, and it certainly is\\nthe game that best fits our national character. To\\nbe a good poker plaj^jer requires nerve, and we have\\nthat to perfection. It requires money, and we have\\nmore than any other nation. It is a draft on the\\nphysical strength, and we are strong; the players\\nmust have brains, and there is where we lead the\\nworld.\\nIn addition to this it is such a simple game to\\nlearn. Anyone who knows how to play euchre\\nor seven-up can be taught the game of poker in\\na half hour and then spend the rest of his life\\nin learning it. That is the main beauty of the\\ngame you think you know it all after you have\\nplayed ten hands and then after a hundred seances\\nyou begin to realize that there is something for you\\nto learn. There is so much human nature in it,\\nand human nature is so complex.\\nFrom these statements one would think that\\nGermans could play the game to perfection but\\nthe fact that they don t shows that they can t. The\\nGerman is stolid, but he is too stolid. Chess just\\nsuits him it is a game where he can take an hour\\nto a move, and everybody that looks on thinks he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? 13\\nis thinking. Of course the players have to think\\nin poker, and theoretically the player is allowed\\nto take his own time, but if he takes more* than the\\nfraction of a minute somebody is apt to make a\\nfew remarks.\\nThen there is the Frenchman. He is lively and\\nvivacious, is apt to back his opinions with a wager\\nand has none of the stolidity of the German, but\\nhe can t play poker. He is too excitable, he talks\\ntoo much, he wants to gabble over the hands that\\nhave been played, and quick as he is, the game is\\ntoo fast for him.\\nYou might think that the Englishman would\\nmake the model poker player, but he doesn t. It\\nw^ould be all right if it wasn t for the bluffing part.\\nWhere the cards play themselves the Englishman\\nis there every time, and he is a fine loser, but he\\ncan t get it through his hair that a man can win on\\nthe poorest hand through sheer force of nerve.\\nIn every other game the cards practically play\\nthemselves, but in poker the man plays the cards.\\nFor a crowd there is not a finer game on earth\\nthan faro on the square, but after all it is mere\\nchance. Systems don t amoui.t to air^^thing; the\\nsystem player is always broke, and the mjn that\\nshuts his eyes and claps down his chips at random\\nis just as liable to w^in as the man who has followed\\nfaro for years. You can t bluff; skill and experi-\\nence count for nothing; you are playing against", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14\\nJACK POTS.\\na box that has no feelings to betray its contents,\\nand after you have bucked up against it for ten\\nyears y\u00c2\u00abu know no more than the man who has just\\nbeen introduced to the layout.\\nThen, unlike all other games, poker never ends.\\nWhen the hock card is in sight in faro, that is the\\nend of the deal; euchre and seven-up, and every\\nother game has a certain number of points and that\\nsettles it, but a poker game can go on forever. The\\nhundredth deal around does not differ from the\\nfirst and a new player can come in at any stage of\\nthe game, and have just the\\nsame chance as the man who\\nhas been sitting in all\\nnight. However,\\nlooked at in an-\\nother light, per-\\nhaps that is one\\nof the drawbacks.\\nThe man who is\\nbehind does not\\nwant to quit,\\nand the man w^ho\\nis ahead is\\nHello! It s Eleven, boys. ashauicd tO pull\\nout, and between these tw o feelings the game\\nsometimes drags on until the players have to\\nquit through sheer weariness.\\nIt is amusing to see some coteries making up", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? 15\\ntheir minds to limit the game. They sit down and\\nunanimously agree that they will not play a minute\\nafter 11 p. m., because well, for a whole lot of\\nreasons. When 1 1 p. m. comes along, it is let slide\\nby, and then at about half past eleven some one\\nsays: Hello! it s eleven, boys. Then they agree\\nto play one more round, and when that is done,\\nit is suggested that there be a round of jack pots.\\nAfter about six rounds of jack pots, then there is\\none or two rounds of something else, and the end\\nof it is that the gathering scatters nearer to i a. m.\\nthan 1 1 p. m. The only remedy for this sort of\\nthing is to have one of the players wives send after\\nhim, or for one man to get all the chips.\\nA good poker player would make a good actor.\\nHe is compelled to do a lot of acting during a long\\ngame. There are a few men who are gifted with\\nfaces that have about as much expression as a lump\\nof dough and who never raise or lower their voices.\\nIt takes a heap of luck to beat that kind of a man.\\nand most anybody would sooner play against a fel-\\nlow wdio ripped and tore around occasionally. It is\\na study to see the face of a man w^ho has just drawn\\na filler to two pairs. As he picks up the cards ana\\nsees that it is just wdiat he wants, an expression of\\ndeep gloom or utter disgust settles on his coun-\\ntenance, which then subsides into a state of resig-\\nnation, as if he might have know^n that he w^as too\\nunlucky to catch anything worth having. He ap-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "1 6 JACK POTS.\\npears to be depressed and he sees the other fellow\\nfingering the chips, and it is with the greatest re-\\nluctance he sees the bet and just lifts it one or two,\\nmaking the muttered remark that his hand can t\\nbe beaten all the time. It is only when he makes\\nthe final raise that he comes from behind the mask,\\nand the other fellow^ realizes that he has been lured\\non to destruction. Happy is the man that can\\nplay a full house and a pair of fours in exactly the\\nsame way he has a fortune at his finger ends.\\nIt is this acting and pretence and chafif that\\nmakes the game so delightful, and when these\\nfrillings are absent one might as well play chess.\\nIt is only a quarter of the fun to play the cards, the\\nrest is in playing the players. And what a school\\nof control it is OfBcers in the army and navy are\\nalways capital players because they are taught to\\nrestrain their tempers and emotions in the line of\\nduty until it becomes second nature to them.\\nLook at Admiral Dewey s face and see a crack po-\\nker player. Note the square jaw, the immobile\\nlips and dreamy indifferent eyes that seem to say\\nI haven t a pair in my hand, and I m only waiting\\nfor you to chuck in a chip and you can have the\\npot. And then, without a change of countenance\\nyou can see him elevate the pot until you wouldn t\\ncall him under fours.\\nThe man who loses his temper in a poker game\\nwill also lose his money. He will always be called", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? i7\\nwhen he bluffs, and when he gets a big hand he\\nwill never get the value of it, because no one will\\nbuck against him for fear of offending him by beat-\\ning the hand. If he doesn t enjoy losing his money\\nhe should affect indifference, or he is allowed to\\nindulge in sarcastic remarks, provided they are\\nwitty as well. Nor does it do any harm to sympa-\\nthize with a loser if you are ahead. When he comes\\nto think it over afterwards, he w411 know that you\\ndidn t mean it, but it does him good at the time.\\nThere is another beauty about the game of poker\\nthat I almost forgot to mention. The amount of\\nthe stake has nothing to do with the pleasure of\\nthe game. I don t mean to say that a high roller\\nwho has been in the habit of making it ten dollars\\nto draw cards every time could calmly contemplate\\nfive cent ante with a fifty cent limit with the same\\ncrowd, but take him out of the environment and he\\ncould. I have played penny ante with a ten cent\\nlimit, and found myself getting hot around the\\ncollar when I had a flush beaten for thirty cents.\\nWhen the pot has been fattened by two or three\\nraises before the draw and everybody is in, the\\n.excitement is something tremendous when every-\\nbody stays, and the limit is bet the first crack. No,\\nI m not the least ashamed of it. The three other\\nmen could have lost ten thousand at a sitting and\\nnever felt it, but they wanted to play poker just for\\nthe fun of it, with no hard feelings afterwards. But", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1 8 JACK POTS.\\nthat is true about the way you feel, and I suppose\\nis pretty much on the principle of hunting the boy\\nwho is out after rabbits feeling his heart beat as\\nhigh as the man in the jungle lying in wait for a\\ntiger.\\nThe draw in poker is an addition to the origi-\\nnal game. At first it was played straight, that\\nis, you got five cards and had no chance to better\\nyour hand. Once in a very long while you may\\nhear of straight poker being played, but it is more\\nfor the novelty than because it is liked. The draw\\nIS certainly the life of poker. There are such vast\\npossibilities in it; so many utterly barren hands\\nhave blossomed into life under the influence of the\\ndraw that the player is constantly being buoyed\\nup with hope. He is in the depths of despair in-\\ndeed when he throws up his cards and won t draw\\nto a little pair when there has been a raise. To\\ndo that and then look and see Svhat you would\\nhave got, and find that you would have had the\\nwinning hand, is one of the moments of anguish\\nfew can bear without wincing.\\nInnovations in poker have been many, and it\\nwould need a special chapter to describe them all,.\\nbut the only one that has met with universal favor\\nis the jack pot. First introduced as a varient, it\\nspurred up many a lagging game, and made an\\nalways exciting wind up to a night s performance.\\nFrom this it naturally progressed to jack pots on", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? 19\\nany provocation, and finally on none at all that is,\\nthe game became one of all jack pots. This comes\\nunder the head of the things that if you like them\\nthey are just the things you like. The main objec-\\ntion to jack pots is that they are apt to prove too\\nexpensive for small wads. While it is true that you\\ncan play even on a couple of jack pots, it is also\\ntrue that you can go broke with equal facility, as\\nyou must come in on every deal until some one\\nopens the pot, and then maybe you can t come in at\\nall. But, as revolutions never go backw^ard, the\\njack pot and its brothers are here to stay.\\nHere it may be noted that it is only within the\\nlast twenty years that straights have been played in\\nthe Western States. And, of course, if straights\\nweren t played neither was the straight flush, so\\nthat four aces was an absolutely sure thing. The\\nintroduction of the straight flush was a good thing\\nbecause it took away the sure thing element, and it\\nallows a man to bet on four aces with a clear con-\\nscience. It doesn t seem so much like highway\\nrobbery when you know there is about one chance\\nill ten thousand that your opponent has a straight\\nflush against your aces, although you would be\\nparalyzed if he had.\\nAs said before several times before, perhaps\\nthis is no history of poker, with the dates and the\\nnames of the men who introduced this or that, and\\nwhen they did it neither is it an attempt to teach", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 JACK POTS.\\nanyone the game, which no one has ever yet done\\non paper or ever will; but it may incidently\\nstraighten out some controversial points over\\nwhich men pull guns occasionally in certain locali-\\nties, and in other places get black in the face talk-\\ning over them.\\nThere is no harm, however, in putting down\\nhere, for the benefit of the reader who has only\\nheard about poker and never played it, the rank of\\nthe playing hands, so that he may see how exceed-\\ningly simple the game is. They run thus\\nHigh card.\\nOne pair.\\nTwo pairs.\\nThrees.\\nStraight.\\nFlush.\\nFull hand.\\nFours.\\nStraight flush.\\nSuit makes no difference; that is, a flush of\\nhearts is no better than clubs or any other suit;\\nonly the rank of the cards is considered. Nor have\\nI put down here all innovations, such as kilters,\\ndrags, blazes, and many others which are played\\nin various localities, because you have to learn\\nthem when you run up against the men who play\\nthem, and that is time enough.\\nHowever this is enough to enable those who", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS POKER? 21\\nlaugh the loudest at a minstrel poker joke to oc-\\ncasionally have some perception as to what they are\\nlaughing- at. It is a cold fact that the man who is\\naway u]) on poker generally preserves a stony\\nsilence while the end man is describing his tribula-\\ntions with four aces it is the other fellow who has\\nhis girl with him that is convulsed with merriment.\\nIt is a good play it makes her think he is a devil of\\na fellow when out of her sight.\\nHowever, that s neither here nor there. Here\\ngoes.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER 11.\\nTHE EARLY DAYS OF POKER STEAMBOAT GAMES\\nA MAMMOTH RAISE BOWIE s GOOD DEED,\\nWe do not think that there is any raih oad in\\nthis country where card playing is forbidden in its\\ncoaches, but in the East and North gambUng is not\\ntolerated. Of\\ncourse, if two or\\nmore players are\\nwilling to put up\\nso much a corner,\\nand keep the cash\\nout of sight, that\\nis their business\\nand the conduc-\\ntor cannot very\\nwell interfere, but\\nsuch a thing as\\npla y i n g with\\nchips or money in\\nsight would be called down in short order. In the\\nWest and South affairs are on an easier basis, and\\non many roads card betting is an every day affair,\\nand creates no remark except from those inti-\\nmately concerned. It is not so long ago since gangs\\nof professional gamblers regularly worked all the\\n22\\nPlaying with chips or money in sight would\\nbe called down.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. 23,\\ntrains west of the Mississippi River, with every im-\\naginable device to deceive the unwary. So openly\\nwas this done and is still done on some roads\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthat it conveyed an impression that the train hands\\nstood in with the sharpers, and got a whack at the\\nspoil. cl\u00c2\u00bbwm)1 r\\nThat, however, is not a necessary sequence. The\\nconductors and brakemen do not perhaps feel any\\ngreat sympathy for the victims, because they ought\\nto know enough to keep out of games with\\nstrangers after all the warnings that have been pub-\\nlished. But the train hands would interfere, were\\nit not for the fact that they would get small thanks\\nfrom the suckers they saved and on the other hand\\nstand a chance of being assaulted by the sharpers.\\nSo long as there is no rule of the company against\\nthe practice, the train hands are justified in suppos-\\ning that the passengers know enough to protect\\nthemselves.\\nBut, gambling in its palmiest days on the rail-\\nroads never began to touch the days when steam-\\nboats were the chief means of inter-state travel.\\nBefore railroads criss-crossed the country in every\\ndirection, the two main arteries of travel were the\\nOhio and Mississippi Rivers. Practically there was\\nno west or northwest before 1850, and the Ohio\\nand Mississippi filled the bill for south, southwest\\nand the middle section.\\nThose were the davs before the war when cotton", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 JACK POTS.\\nwas king. In those days the Southerners had lots\\nof money and spent it freely. As a rule they did\\nnot even wait until the cotton was raised and baled,\\nthey mortgaged their crops in advance, and if\\nmoney ran too short there was always a slave or\\ntwo that could be disposed of at fancy figures.\\nThe boats were nothing like the floating palaces\\nsuch as now run on river and lake, but they were\\nconsidered grand affairs for those days, and no\\ndoubt were comfortable enough, certainly more so\\nfor a three or four days journey than a railway\\ncoach is to-day. Here could be seen a group of\\nmen with broad straw hats, duck or linen suits of\\nample cut, sallow faces, fierce mustaches and keen\\neyes; men who were addicted to mint juleps and\\nother fancy drinks who were suave in speech and\\nextravagantly polite, and who always carried re-\\nvolvers and knives which they used on small pro-\\nvocation.\\nTo such, card playing came as natural as drink-\\ning and they did more of each than eating or sleep-\\ning. It was nothing unusual for an open game to\\nbe run in the saloon all day and night from the\\ntime the boat left the wharf on the upper river until\\nshe landed at her destination. Private coteries were\\nmade up and played twenty-four hours at a stretch,\\nthe deck hands had their games at intervals and the\\npilot at the wheel took a hand when he was off\\nduty. In short, everybody played or looked on,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. 25\\nready to play at the first chance, if they had the\\nmoney. Among friends, notes or I O U s would\\ngo, but in an open game only money counted, and\\nit was put up or shut up.\\nHere was the paradise of the professional poker\\nplayer, and no boat was without its complement.\\nThey passed all their time traveling up and down\\nthe river, cheating when they had an opportunity,\\nand playing a square game when they must. As\\na rule, they knew their men, and did not attempt\\nany tricks on the planters who could lose a fortune\\nwithout a murmur, but who would carve a man\\ninto bits at the least suspicion of foul play. They\\nw^ere loaded with money and won many a hand on\\na bluff, where the game was without limit. If a\\nman demanded a sight for his money he might get\\nit, but the game would end right there. Generally\\nthe man kept on until he had up every cent in the\\nworld, and sometimes even the most reckless\\nSouthern high roller would not hesitate to risk five\\nthousand on a pair of fives.\\nSometimes these gentry were beaten at their\\nown game in this respect. On one occasion an\\narmy paymaster was traveling down the Ohio and\\ndropped into a friendly game with three gentle-\\nmanly sharpers, and incidently dropped about five\\nhundred dollars before he knew where he w^as at.\\nAbout the same time he realized that he was up\\nagainst it, and he settled down to get even.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 JACK POTS.\\nBeing an excellent player, he held his own for\\nawhile, and even got a little ahead. His opponents\\nsoon saw that the ordinary methods of cheating\\nwould not answer with this man, so they resorted\\nto crowding him out of every good pot by a sys-\\ntem of raising each other. He tumbled to that\\nplan also, but could make no objection, and bided\\nhis time. Presently it came.\\nIt w^as his deal, so he felt morally certain that it\\nwas fair, and he dealt himself three queens. The\\nage on his left lifted the ante, his chum helped it\\nalong and the pot was pretty fat when cards were\\ndrawn. The paymaster did not help his hand, but,\\nas he said afterwards he felt sure that it was the\\nbest out. Then the betting began.\\nThe man next the age bet ten dollars; the next\\nman raised it fifty; the paymaster called, and the\\nage raised another fifty. In turn he was lifted a\\nhundred, the next man ^raised a hundred and the\\npaymaster called again, only to be again raised by\\nthe age. This sort of thing went on until it be-\\ncame perfectly evident to the paymaster as well as\\nthe onlookers that the paymaster was not to be\\nallowed to call.\\nThis merry little game of freeze out went on\\nuntil there was $2,600 on the table, and then at a\\npreconcerted signal no doubt, the age raised\\nfive hundred, the next man saw the five hundred\\nand raised it a thousand, and the third man saw\\nboth raisers and lifted it five thousand.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER.\\n27\\nThe paymastei looked on in apparent sur-\\nprise.\\nSixty-five hundred? he said, inquiringly.\\nThat s what, replied the age briefly. Then he\\nadded, as if overcome with disappointment, T\\nguess that lets me out.\\nThe paymaster sized up the situation. The\\nmoney up represented the combined capital of the\\ngang, and if he drew out,\\nthe raise would not be\\ncalled, and the five-thousand\\ndollar man would\\nb e allowed t o\\nwalk off with the\\npot without a\\nshow down, and\\nthe sharpers\\nwould whack up when they went\\nashore. He put in about two\\nminutes in some mighty heavy\\nthinking.\\nuc 1 1 tit A^ Now I D give you fifteen\\nbee here, he said at length, minutes to raise the money.\\nw-ri ,1 1 T 1 or the pot s mine.\\nihis rather hits me. I have\\nthe money to call, but I don t want to risk it all on\\none hand, as I tell you honestly I can t afford to\\nlose it. Couldn t you cut down the pot and give\\nme a show.\\nI could but I won t, replied the five-thousand\\ndollar man, with cool insolence. You knew this", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 JACK POTS.\\ngame was without limit when you came in.\\nNow I ll give you just fifteen minutes to raise the\\nmoney, or the pot s mine.\\nThe paymaster turned to a tall, grave man stand-\\ning by the table, a well known horse dealer, and an\\nold player.\\nIs that right, Mr. Shaw? he asked.\\nI am sorry to say it is, was the reply. At the\\nsame time, he added, significantly, if you suspect\\nany crooked work\\nNo, no, said the paymaster, hastily. I only\\nwanted to know my rights in this afiFair. Fifteen\\nminutes, you said?\\nYes; and no more.\\nDuring the entire game a young well dressed\\nman had been standing near the paymaster, watch-\\ning with evident anxiety the progress of the game.\\nIt was his clerk, although no one knew^ of their re-\\nlations and to the clerk the paymaster now turned\\nand said, Charley, go to my state room and bring\\nme my valise.\\nThe clerk who had been very red now turned\\npale, and made an efifort to speak, but was silenced\\nwith an imperative wave of the hand. He went\\naway and when he returned and placed a bulky\\nvalise by the paymaster s knee, he was trembling\\nin every limb.\\nBy this time the tension was tremendous. Every\\neye was fixed on the paymaster, and the gamblers", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. 29\\nbegan to realize that something was going to hap-\\npen that boded them no good. The paymaster\\nopened the bag, and took out package after pack-\\nage of crisp banknotes and laid them on the. table.\\nNow, gentlemen, he said, pleasantly, since\\nyou insist upon playing without limit I am obliged\\nto acquiesce. I will see your sixty-five hundred\\nand raise you fifty thousand\\nTwo of the gamblers gave vent to an involuntary\\ncry of surprise, while the third fell back in his chair\\nwith white face and clenched lips. The paymaster\\nput his hand in a casual way in his breast pocket,\\nhis clerk did the same, and Mr. Shaw moved a step\\nnearer the table. But the gamblers were in no\\nmood for violence, especially as they saw no sym-\\npathy in the eyes of the spectators.\\nThe paymaster pulled out his watch, and in a\\ntone as insolent as the other had assumed, said\\nT ll give you just fifteen minutes to see the raise,\\nor ril take the pot.\\nThe three men looked at each other in mute de-\\nspair. There wasn t a station within ten miles and\\nnot a man on the boat that would have let them\\nhave fifty thousand on four aces under the circum-\\nstances. They sat in moody silence for fifteen\\nminutes, as if hoping that the money would drop\\nthrough the roof, and at the end of that time, arose\\nand walked away with as much indifference as they\\ncould assume. At the first landing they got off", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 JACK POTS.\\nand the paymaster packed his money back in the\\nvaHse. It was Uncle Sam s money to pay troops,\\nand if he had lost it, he had determined to kill\\nhimself; as it was he determined to never again\\nplay poker with strangers at least, without a\\nHmit.\\nAnother anecdote of the river days of long ago\\nbrings to view a character that could hardly exist\\nnow and be famous in the same way. The scene\\nis laid on the steamer Orleans, running between\\nNatchez and New Orleans in the fall of 1832.\\nA young man of Natchez, going North in sum-\\nmer on his wedding trip, had been commissioned\\nby a number of merchants and planters in his\\nneighborhood to collect various accounts due them\\nin New York and other places which he proposed\\nto visit. The young man was the soul of honor,\\nbut not very strong in resolution; in fact, he was\\nrather an easy mark if worked in the proper way.\\nUnfortunately this became known to the ring of\\ngamblers who were working the rivers, and they\\nlaid their plans accordingly. Some of their mem-\\nbers made his acquaintance in New York, and\\nlearned that he would return South by way of\\nPittsburg, where he was to take the boat for Louis-\\nville, and after spending a few days there, take an-\\nother boat for New Orleans that stopped at\\nNatchez. In pursuance of the plan, one of the\\ngang met him on the boat at Pittsburg and intro-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. $1\\nduced him to two alleged Louisiana planters who\\nmade themselves quite agreeable. On the way\\ndown to Louisville, several friendly games of poker\\nwere played, in all of which the young man came\\nout a little ahead, so that he was in high good\\nhumor when they got ready to pluck him in ear-\\nnest, which was on board the Orleans.\\nThe game was played with a short deck of thirty-\\ntwo cards, the same as a euchre deck, which of\\ncourse was conducive to holding fat hands in al-\\nmost every deal, and led to high betting. The\\nthree confederates worked the cross lifting trick\\non the victim, together with an occasional bit of\\ncheating, until the poor fellow had but a few thou-\\nsands left when the boat neared Vicksburg, where\\nit was the sharpers intention to give him the shake.\\nThe poor fellow was already nearly crazed w^ith\\nhis losses, realizing that he was not only ruined but\\ndishonored, and his yoimg wife was in terrible dis-\\ntress over this unlooked for termination of their\\nhoneymoon. Yet he kept on playing on the des-\\nperate chance of redeeming his money.\\nWhen the boat was within a half day s run of\\nVicksburg there came on board a tall man with a\\nsmooth shaven face, who looked like a preacher,\\nand he with others stood looking at the game in\\nthe men s cabin. x\\\\t midnight the last dollar of the\\ndupe had been raked in, and rising from the table,\\nhe rushed wildlv to the side of the vessel, and was", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32\\nJACK POTS.\\nonly prevented by his wife s arms from throwing\\nhimself overboard.\\nSuddenly the clerical looking man made his ap-\\npearance by the side of the distracted wife, and\\nsaid, quietly, Take\\nhim to your cabin,\\nand watch h i m\\nclosely until I re-\\nturn.\\nGoing back to the\\ncabin where the\\ngamblers were hav-\\ning a hilarious time\\nat the bar, the stran-\\nger drew out an im-\\nmense roll of notes,\\nand asked the bar-\\ntender to change a\\nhundred dollar bill.\\nWas only prevented by his wife s arms from Oblige\\nthrowing himself overboard. VOU but I Cau t\\nwas the reply. Perhaps some of these gentlemen\\ncan do it.\\nOne of the gamblers very readily made the de-\\nsired change, and also invited the stranger to have\\na drink. They soon fell into conversation, and it\\nwas not long until a game of poker was proposed,\\nand after some demur the stranger consented.\\nThe ante was five dollars, and as there was al-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. 33\\nways a straddle, it rarely cost less than forty dol-\\nlars to play, and the betting ran rather high. The\\nstranger managed to keep a little ahead of the\\ngame until near morning, and then came the\\ncrucial hand.\\nThe pot was fattened up to nearly five hundred\\ndollars before the draw, and then the betting was\\nfast and furious. Finally two ol the players\\ndropped out, leaving only a big whiskered fellow\\nand the stranger. As the bets rose by thousands\\nthe gambler s face began to assume an anxious\\nlook, while the other was pale and cool, rather\\nsleepy in fact, although he never took his eyes off\\nhis adversary s hands.\\nAt last more than seventy thousand dollars\\nwere piled up on the cloth, and the stranger said\\nquietly, I call you. Then he added sharply:\\nOne moment, please. He laid his cards face up\\non the table, disclosing four kings and a ten. This\\nis poker, and five cards constitute a hand. If you\\ncan show four aces, and no more than five cards\\nin your hand, the pot is yours. But, and here,\\nwith a sudden movement he drew from his coat a\\nlong and keen knife, if you have more or less than\\nfive cards I will kill you where you sit.\\nThe gambler held his cards in his hands in front\\nof him, and it was noticed that they trembled per-\\nceptibly. The stranger held the deadly knife in\\nhis hand, and although he was still pale, and his", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34\\nJACK POTS.\\nvoice had not been raised above its usual tones,\\nhis eyes glowed like fire, and he looked like an\\navenging demon. All three gamblers were armed,\\nbut none made a movement to draw a weapon, and\\nthey sat there for a minute the very pictures of\\nbaffled villainy.\\nCome, said the stranger, smoothly. Your\\nhand has been called; what have you got? Don t\\ntake your hands\\nout of sight show\\ndown the cards\\njust as they are.\\nThe gambler\\nwavered, looked\\nat his compan-\\nions furtively and\\nsaw no encour-\\nagement in their\\nfaces, and then\\nwith a muttered curse, threw\\nhis hand into the deck. The\\nstranger with his left hand\\ntook off his large felt hat, swept the money into it,\\nand clapped it on his head, keeping the knife in his\\nright hand all the time.\\nNow, gentlemen, he said, suavely, T am\\ngoing to restore the money you have robbed to\\nthe victim. It is fortunate for you, he added, turn-\\ning to his opponent, that you did not disclose\\nBut! and here, with a sudden\\nmovement he drew from his\\ncoat a long and keen knife.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE EARLY DAYS OF POKER. 35\\nyour hand with its four aces, because it had six\\ncards, and you wouldn t have been ahve now. The\\nnext time you fleece a gentleman learn to have\\nmore mercy.\\nAs he turned to go after this little lecture, one\\nof the gamblers cried: Who the devil are you?\\nJames Bowie, was the answer.\\nThe voice was like velvet, but the sharpers\\njumped as if shot. Bowie was known from one end\\nof the river to the other, and it was a surprising\\nchance that he had not been recognized by any one\\nin the cabin. But the name was enough the gam-\\nblers shrank away from this dreaded man who,\\nwithout another glance, made his way to the cabin\\nwhere the wife was still trying to soothe her hus-\\nband s grief.\\nBowie emptied the contents of his hat before the\\nastounded pair, and in a few minutes the young\\nman was in possession of all that he had lost.\\nNow, my dear sir, said the noted duellist, let\\nme advise you as a man of the world to never\\ntouch another card. You see how nearly it has\\nbrought you to shame believe me it can never\\nbring you happiness. Before I leave you, let me\\nhave your sworn promise.\\nThe young man took the oath with tears in his\\neyes, and then begged that his benefactor accom-\\npany him home, but Bowie refused, and at the first\\nlanding place, got off the boat, and they never saw\\nhim afterward.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER III.\\nPOKER IN WASHINGTON A STORY OF HENRY^ CLAY\\nCABINET PLAYERS MAHONE S RULE\\nWHEN REED WAS CALLED.\\nWashington is popularly regarded as the great\\npoker center of the United States, and there are\\nmany reasons for the belief. There is a feverish\\nair about Washington life that conduces to card\\nplaying. Public office is largely a game of chance\\nin this country, despite the strides made by the\\nCivil Service, and the man who goes to Washing-\\nton in an official capacity feels that he will be there\\nto-day and home to-morrow. Very few of the thou-\\nsands of clerks regard their places as more than\\ntemporary until they have been there at least five\\nyears, and by that time they have contracted habits\\nof careless spending that they can hardly throw off.\\nThen there comes every two years to the na-\\ntion s capital a number of new congressmen who\\nfeel flushed with wealth on a salary of five thou-\\nsand a year. Many of them could not earn half\\nthat sum at their occupation, and especially as the\\nmoney comes easily they fritter away a great deal\\nof it in dissipation. To these classes are to be\\nadded the diplomatic corps, many of the attaches\\nbeing young bloods sent abroad for the good of\\n36", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 37\\nthe family, and they have nothing to do with their\\nsalaries but to spend them in good living, and that\\nincludes card playing. In addition, when Congress\\nis in session, the whole town is in a fever of excite-\\nment, and the easiest way to work off the surplus\\nsteam is with a pack of cards.\\nWashington is full of poker stories, because\\nfrom all accounts, every administration, at least\\nfrom Jackson s down, indulged in the game. Lin-\\ncoln didn t he was of too serious mood to care for\\nthe game; and of course, Hayes wouldn t touch a\\ncard; although there is reason to think that he\\nknew something about the game. Arthur was a\\nsplendid player; Garfield, only fair. Cleveland s\\ncabinet was full of poker players; and although\\nyou wouldn t think it to look at his grave and al-\\nmost solemn features Gresham was king of them\\nall. Carlisle is a shrewd player but lacks nerve\\nthat is, he can t bluff successfully.\\nIt doesn t sound likely, but they say that Cleve-\\nland did not learn to play poker until he came to\\nWashington. He went off on one of his famous\\nduck hunting expeditions with Gresham and Car-\\nlisle, and when he came back he had been inocu-\\nlated. After that he took a hand whenever the\\nopportunity offered, but he always played a small\\ngame rarely winning or losing more than ten dol-\\nlars at a sitting. Dan Lamont used to play heavily\\nbefore he got into public life, but w^hen he saw the\\npossibilities he dropped poker.\\nV", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38\\nJACK POTS.\\nGoing back to the old timers, practically all of\\nthe congressmen before the war played poker, and\\ndid not try to conceal it as they do now. Henry\\nClay was a famous player, and won a fortune in\\nhis time. There is a funny story about Clay that\\nillustrates the character of the man.\\nThere was in Washington an old darkey whom\\nClay had befriended, a poor fellow who had quite\\na reputation\\namong his people\\nas a preacher.\\nOne day as the\\ngreat Kentucky\\nsenator was\\nstrolling down\\nPennsylvania Av-\\nenue, the old fel-\\nlow tackled him.\\nIt was on Sunday\\nmornmg.\\nB o b,\\nyou re\\nWell,\\nsaid he,\\nup early.\\nY e s, Marse\\nHenry; de airly\\nbird ketches de\\nworm.\\nOh, you are worm hunting, are you?\\nNo, Marse Henry, said the old fellow, sol-\\nemnly, TsQ lookin for help for my little church.\\nBob, here is fifty dollars that I won at\\npoker last night.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 39\\nI won t give you a cent, said Clay, decidedly.\\nI gave you something only last week for your\\nchurch.\\nYes, Marse Henry, so you did; and dat, rais-\\ning his eyes piously, dat s a treasure laid up for\\nyou in Hebben.\\nOh, is it? said the Senator, smiling. Then he\\npulled out of his pocket a roll of bills, and con-\\ntinued. Bob, here is fifty dollars I won at po-\\nker last night. Now, if you can reconcile it with\\nyour conscience to use money got in that way\\nfor church purposes, take it along.\\nOld Bob bowed and pulled his cap.\\nSarvant, Marse Henry; thankee, sah. God do\\nmove in a musterious way his wonders to per-\\nform.\\nx-\\\\nd he walked ofi. with the money.\\nAnother Kentucky man, a senator, although not\\nfrom that State, says that his seat there and all he\\nhas besides is due to a poker game, and tries to\\nprove it with the following story.\\nI was born and bred in old Kentucky, and\\nstrange as it sounds, it was in a highly moral town\\nwhere games of chance were not tolerated. It was\\nno use bucking against the law; no matter what\\nthe position in life of the offender, if he was caught\\ngambling up he went. But of course there was\\ngambling, and the very lawyers and judges that en-\\nforced the law would take every opportunity to\\nhave a quiet game,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 JACK POTS.\\nOne night, during a June term of court, the\\njudge and visiting lawyers arranged for a game,\\nand as it would never do to make such a venture in\\nthe hotel, a flatboat moored at the foot of the levee\\nwas pitched upon as an ideal place. Jt was supposed\\nthat it would be out of sight and hearing of the\\nmoral little burg.\\nAccordingly that night two tables were set up\\nin the cabin, and nine members of the legal profes-\\nsion were bending over the game with all the na-\\ntive ardor of Kentucky gentlemen. It was about\\nthis time that I, in company with a friend, strolled\\nin the vicinity of the flatboat. I was about twenty\\nyears of age and had no money, and my friend was\\non a par.\\nOn discovering the old folks thus engaged a de-\\nsire to be humorous swept over us. We were law\\nstudents they were full fledged, and that was rea-\\nson enough for the joke. We cast off the boat,\\nand silently she drifted away on the dark bosom\\nof the river. The grave and reverend gamesters\\ndrew and filled and straddled, until along about two\\no clock in the morning, and then Colonel Bugg\\nconcluded he had better quit, and look over his\\nbrief for next day. The gallant old fellow put on\\nhis hat, bade every one good night, walked off\\nwhere he thought the gang plank ought to be\\nand w^alked into twenty feet of water\\nOf course there was a howl for help, and he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON.\\n41\\nwas fished out with considerable difficulty. Then\\nthe startling discovery was made that the boat\\nwas twenty miles down stream. The whoops and\\nyells of the voy-\\nagers finally\\nbrought a tug to\\nthe rescue, and\\nthey were towed\\nback to town\\nonly to find the\\ntown officers\\nwaiting to run in\\nthe whole party.\\nIn the frank en-\\nthusiasm of youth\\nwe had related\\nour doings, and\\nthere was no es-\\ncape from the\\nstern rule of jus-\\ntice.\\nThere was a\\nterrible row over the affair. Publicly we were com-\\nmended, privately we were threatened with death\\nby the gentlemen we had betrayed, and we knew\\nthat some of them would shoot on sight. We took\\ncounsel of our fears, and lit out for the West.\\nThat was forty-five years ago. My partner in\\nvillainy is now a United States Judge, and I am\\nWalked off where he thought the gang\\nplank ought to be.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 JACK POTS.\\na Senator. We often discuss the past, and we lay\\neverything to that flatboat poker game.\\nWhen General Mahone held Virginia in his vest\\npocket he was a figure in Washington poker cir-\\ncles. He was cool and nervy, and withal played\\npoker Hke a gentleman.\\nOnce he was in a game at Chamberlin s, which\\nincluded several Senators, and nobody was winning\\nor losing very much in fact the game was rather\\nslow which probably suggested what follows. A\\ndeal was just beginning where Mahone was the\\nage, and the General had anted when a waiter\\ncalled him from the room to speak to some gentle-\\nman who wanted to see him.\\nAs he closed the door behind him the Western\\nSenator who was dealing remarked\\nLet s put up a joke on Mahone. I ll deal him\\nthree queens on the go-off and fix up B next\\nhim with a straight flush, and then let Mahone get\\nanother queen in the draw. I d like to see how\\nlong and how hard the General will bet four\\nqueens. Of course we can give the money back\\nafterwards.\\nThe others thought this a good joke, and the\\nhands were fixed up accordingly. Everybody had\\npicked up his hand when the General came back,\\nand as he took his seat and reached for his cards,\\nthe dealer remarked, Hurry up, General, we re\\nwaiting for you.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 43\\nGeneral Mahone looked at his hand, discarded,\\nand said: Give me one card.\\nThe dealer gave the General the fourth queen\\nwhich lay on the top of the deck, and gave B\\nnext to him one card the diamond he was after.\\nAnd then they all leaned back to see B and the\\nGeneral buck each other, and to hear what the\\nGeneral would say when he lost on four queens.\\nIt was B s first bet, and he threw down a\\nwhite chip. Of course everybody was confident\\nthe General would raise him. That was where they\\nwere disappointed. To their amazement, and with-\\nout a moment s hesitation, without a word of com-\\nment or any gesture that would indicate either sur-\\nprise or disgust, Mahone threw his hand into the\\ndiscard, and as nobody had bet against B he\\ntook in the little pot without opposition.\\nMahone then reached for the deck and pro-\\nceeded to calmly shuf^e the cards for the next deal.\\nThe others looked at each other in surprise, and the\\nSenator who had put up the hands, said with a\\nlaugh\\nB you had better give the General his\\nante.\\nThen they all laughed, while Mahone betrayed\\nmild surprise.\\nWhy didn t you bet your four queens? asked\\nanother player. Did you suspect a joke or think\\nsome one was trying to rob you?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 JACK POTS.\\nNo, sir, replied General Mahone, with perfect\\ngravity, I have the utmost confidence in the hon-\\nesty of every gentleman present, and I haven t the\\nremotest idea that any one of you would rob me,\\nbut I make an inflexible rule to never bet a high\\nhand when I have been absent through the deal.\\nTo be out of the room and then to return and pick\\nup three queens and get a fourth on a one card\\ndraw is to me very alarming. So, of course, I\\nthrew my hand in the discard.\\n**Well, General, said the Senator who dealt the\\ncards, it was a joke, and I must compliment you\\non the manner in which you received it. It showed,\\nsir, that you are a Southern gentleman, and was\\ncomplimentary alike to yourself and to us.\\nThen they called in a couple of cold bottles, and\\nthe game went on.\\nEx-Speaker Reed used to relax on poker once\\nin a while, but he was very moderate, and they say\\nin Washington that he never raised more than fifty\\ncents in his hfe. He was also noted for never win-\\nning anything, but takes his ill fortune with cool\\ngood nature.\\nOn one occasion at the Shoreham a small game\\nwas raging with great fury, and by some miracle\\nReed managed to capture a nine full. He saw\\nvisions of fortune before him, especially as Riley of\\nPennsylvania^^a man who would bet a quarter\\nwithout a quiver showed a disposition to dispute", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON.\\n45\\nthe pot with him. So he went diHgently to work to\\nraise Riley. And the reckless Riley on his part\\ninvariably raised the Speaker, without any rev-\\nerence whatever.\\nSo they kept see-sawing until the total of the\\nwealth on the green cloth must have equalled six\\ndollars. At last\\nReed called, and\\nto his disgust\\nRiley laid down a\\nqueen full. As he\\nspread the cards\\nout on the table,\\nReed peered over\\nthem with much\\nthe same air tliat\\nhe used to employ\\nto count the\\nHouse on a rismg He saw visions of fortunes before him.\\nvote, and then as\\nhe settled back in his chair, he drawled forth dis-\\ngustedly that formula wherewith the Speaker an-\\nnounces that a call for the ayes and noes has been\\nvoted.\\nClearly a sufficient number, he said, and Riley\\nraked in the pot.\\n(^Senator Wolcott is one of the coolest men liv-\\ning when engaged in a poker game. Like most\\nmen whose early manhood has been spent on the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 JACK POTS.\\nfrontier, he learned the vahie of a poker hand, and\\nhe was known as a hmit player all over Colorado\\nbefore he ever gained any fame as a lawyer.\\nWolcott once found himself in a poker game\\nwhere three of the other players were working a\\nsure thing. They were professionals and were after\\na big bundle that Wolcott was known to have, as\\nwell as looking out for the wad of Durkin, the fifth\\nplayer, a mining operator. Durkin was uncon-\\nscious but Wolcott knew in twenty minutes after\\nthe first hand was dealt that the intention was to\\nrob him, and set his mind to find his way out.\\nAt last he was dealt a pat flush of diamonds,\\nmade up of the five, seven, eight, nine and jack.\\nHe skinned these cards over and did a heap of\\nthinking. He felt in his bones that a flush would\\nbe no good on the show down, but he chipped in\\nand stayed to draw cards.\\nHe wasn t raised before the draw, and that\\nstrengthened his impression, so he looked over his\\nred hand and concluded to draw a card in order if\\npossible to straighten the sequence. He pondered\\na long time which to let go but finally threw away\\nthe jack, and called for a card. The dealer could\\nnot conceal his surprise at his wanting any, but\\ngave him the card.\\nWolcott picked it up and found that he had got\\nthe six spot of diamonds. He never turned a hair.\\nThe betting began and he nursed the sequence, and", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 47\\njust stayed along, letting the other fellows do the\\nraising. At last it got down to Wolcott and one\\nof the professionals. Finally there was a call, and\\nthe other man showed four queens. Wolcott laid\\ndown the five, six, seven, eight and nine of dia-\\nmonds and swept in the pot. Then he took Durkin\\nby the collar and marched him out of the room.\\nHe said afterwards that it was the greatest piece of\\nluck that he ever had in a poker game.\\nVSenator Harris, of Tennessee, used to be an in-\\nveterate poker player, and his limit was penny-\\nante. During the struggle over the Wilson Tarifif\\nBill, when the whole country was churned up, the\\nHouse was surprised one day to see the venerable\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2statesman wandering about inquiring for Repre-\\nuSentative Tarsney. When he found him, the tw^o\\nmen engaged in an animated conversation for ten\\nminutes, and the people in the gallery, and all the\\ncorrespondents were tremendously excited. Tars-\\nney was a member of the Ways and Means Com-\\nmittee, and this talk with Harris was no doubt due\\nto some tariff complication that would affect the\\npending bill.\\nThe correspondents hammered out many an ex-\\nciting tale about this conference, and it was only\\nby interviewing Tarsney that the truth came out.\\nTarsney, said Senator Harris, solemnly, *T\\nwant you to come to my rooms to-night to play\\npenny ante. Do you play penny ante, Tarsney?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 JACK POTS.\\nYes, said Tarsney, with equal solemnity, I\\ndo, whenever I can gain the consent of my wife.\\nThen, said Senator Harris, fiercely, get your\\nwife s consent^ and come over to my room to-night.\\nBlackburn will be here, and I will get DuBois.\\nThe limit is twenty-five cents, and the ante is two-\\ncall-five. You know the rules of my room, sir?\\nNo, I don t.\\nWell, sir, went on Senator Harris, still keeping\\nup his tone of determined fury, the rules of my\\nroom are these. As we sit down to the game I\\ngive every gentleman present a drink of Tennes-\\nsee whiskey that is fifty years old, sir. After that\\nnobody gets a drink unless he loses money to me.\\nIf those rules are agreeable to you, sir, I shall be\\nproud to see you at my rooms to-night.\\nTarsney was there, and he took care to lose a pot\\noccasionally to the host.\\nAs a rule the diplomatic corps is treated with\\nelaborate politeness by the residents of Washing-\\nton as it is Understood that they are not used to\\nour ways and it is advisable to not convey wrong\\nimpressions. But occasionally, the love of a joke\\ngets away with the young bloods, and they play a\\nprank.\\nHerr Von S of the German embassy was a\\npopular diplomat, and had been taught the game\\nof poker, or the rudiments, and that was the basis\\nof the joke. A party of young bloods got him", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 49\\ninto a social game and on the fifth or sixth hand,\\ndealt him six cards. On discovering this fact, he\\nlaid them down, remarking that he would not play\\nthat hand.\\nThe dealer asked the reason, and when told, pre-\\ntended to be highly offended, and declared that it\\nwas a reflection on him, and that the German must\\nplay the hand. The foreigner reiterated the state-\\nment that he would not play it. Then the fun\\nbegan.\\nThe players began to wrangle among themselves\\nover the decision, took sides, and in a few minutes,\\nthere was a flash of steel, pistols leaped from hip\\npockets, dirks, bowie knives, and even razors w^ere\\ndrawn. The air also became lurid with profanity\\nthat would have enlightened a cowboy in the elas-\\nticity and scope of the English language.\\nAppalled at such an amazing spectacle, Herr\\nVon S must have felt cold chills running up\\nand down his spine, but he never weakened. With\\na nerve and manliness that equalled anything ever\\nseen on the field of battle, he rose to his feet, and\\nsaid, Gentlemen, I know not this game entirely,\\nbut I have been told that I am right. I will not\\nplay these cards. My life is in your hands.\\nThe joke had gone too far however for the\\nyoung bloods to be satisfied with such a tame end-\\ning, and they kept up their wild whoops, and the\\nflourishing of weapons. Then they apparently be-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "so\\nJACK POTS.\\ngan fighting among themselves, shooting point\\nblank, clutching throats with vengeful fury and\\nstabbing like wild men. In the midst of it all the\\nGerman made his way out of the room.\\nAfterward, in\\nA f tA speaking of the\\ntruly American\\ngame of cards\\nin which he had\\ntaken part, he\\ngave a brief and\\nvery graphic\\naccount of the\\nmanner in\\nwhich his exit\\nhad been accomplished:\\nI was a great many\\ntimes getting out of the\\ndoor.\\nOne night on\\nHill there was a\\nI will not play these cards. My\\nlife is in your hands.\\nCapitol\\nremark-\\nable game of poker, in which no Congressmen or\\ndiplom.ats were engaged. There were just four old\\ncronies, all business men. They had just dropped\\nin, and began to talk over old times when they\\nwere youngsters. Some one remembered the way\\nthey used to play poker with gun wads for chips\\nand a dry goods box in the back shed for a table,\\nso it wasn t singular that some other one suggested", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "POKER IN WASHINGTON. 51\\nthat it would be a good idea to have a game just\\nfor old times.\\nThe host got out a deck of cards and his wife s\\nbutton bag, and it happened that there were\\ntwenty buttons apiece. Then there was a raking of\\npockets which disclosed the fact that there wasn t\\nmore than two dollars in cash in the crowd.\\nThe game then proceeded, but after only a few\\nhands the host remarked in a casual way that he\\nwished they were playing sure enough poker. The\\nman to his left skinned over his cards, acquiesced\\nin the desire, and, strange to say, the two other\\nmen said they were more than willing to make it\\nthe real thing for that hand anyhow.\\nThe buttons had been bet already, and as there\\nwas no money in the party, it was decided to use\\nsimple articles easy of identification as markers\\nfor the amounts each player should bet. With this\\nunderstanding the limit was taken off, and the fun\\nbegan.\\nThe host bet ten dollars and put up a cigar as a\\nmarker, and the next man raised it and shoved in\\na key ring as a representative of forty dollars. So\\nit went around until there was on the table an ag-\\nglomeration of the various things men carry in\\ntheir pockets.\\nWhen they got ready to draw cards the expect\\nant dealer was amazed to find that none of the\\nplayers wanted any, and just to be in the fashion", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52\\nJACK POTS.\\nhe didn t take any himself. Then the betting be-\\ngan furiously, and everything the players had witli\\nthe m, whose disap-\\npearance would not\\ncause too much\\ninquiry on the\\npart of their\\nwives were put\\nup as markers for\\ntheir bets.\\nAt last it came\\naround to the\\nhost for the fifth\\ntime and he de-\\ntermined to call.\\nHe reached out\\nand picked up an\\nempty coal scut-\\ntle.\\nThis goes for\\nsixty dollars, he\\nsaid, hoarsely. I ve got four jacks.\\nThe other players laid down respectively a nine\\nfull on five, a seven full on kings and four deuces.\\nThe winner swept all the markers into the coal\\nscuttle and the game broke up. The next day the\\ncoal scuttle man received $260 apiece from each of\\nthe other men.\\nThis goes for sixty dollars he said,\\nhoarsely, I ve got four jacks.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nPOKER IN LONDON AND PARIS JOHN BULL S TWO\\nPAIR A GAME WITH THE PRINCE\\nOF WALES.\\nIt is a long cry from Washington to London,\\nbut not where cards are concerned. As explained\\nat the beginning poker has never taken deep root\\nin Great Britain, but it occasionally crops out with\\ngenerally humorous results.\\nOn the staff of the American legation in London\\nsome years ago there was a Major, who, like all\\narmy officers, could play a stiff game, but who had\\nbeen rather out of his element for several months,\\nas our Minister was a man who frowned on gam-\\nbling in any form and that kept the staff subdued.\\nBut one day there came to town a couple of the\\nMajor s friends from the land of the stars and\\nstripes, and the trio had two or three little sittings\\nto the refreshment of all concerned.\\nThen one night the Americans brought to the\\nMajor s rooms a Scotch manufacturer and an Eng-\\nlish M. P., a regular John Bull, gentlemanly and\\npig-headed as they make them. After drinks and\\ncigars around, one of the Americans suggested\\npoker, but the Alajor demurred. Poker, he re-\\nmarked, was a very dangerous game, particularly\\n53", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 JACK POTS.\\nas his friends (he modestly omitted any reference\\nto himself) were hot stuff, and it was possible to\\nlose considerable money at the pastime without\\nhalf trying.\\nAt this the Scotchman remarked that he had\\nlearned the game in the States, and he thought he\\nwas cautious enough to restrain his ardor, and\\nthe Englishman said that he knew he had to learn\\nthe game sometime in his life, and this seemed a\\nfitting opportunity.\\nV\\\\\\\\ take five pounds worth of chips as a\\nstarter, said he, and if some one will kindly mark\\nthe value of the hands on a piece of paper, I ll pick\\nup the game as I go along.\\nI don t like the idea of playing poker with a\\nman who knows absolutely nothing about the\\ngame, particularly in my own rooms, said the\\nMajor, with an anxious look at the others.\\nBut the Englishman was insistent, and as there\\nwas risk of offending him if refusal was persisted\\nin, the Major gave way. The American who sat\\non the right of the M. P. marked the value of the\\nhands on a sheet of paper, and passed it around.\\nIt was all right, and, after a few other minutes\\npassed in explaining about the deal and the draw,\\nthe game started.\\nThe limit was five shillings. For an hour there\\nwas no decided advantage, and although, like all\\nnew players, the Englishman had a proclivity for", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS. 55\\ncoming in on every hand, he held his own. He\\nalso showed the peculiarity of new players in re-\\ngarding two pairs as a world beater, and he re-\\nmarked several times that they looked much bigger\\nthan threes.\\nIn the middle of the second hour there w^as an\\nintermission for refreshments. You know what\\nthat is. Nobody stops playing; time is too pre-\\ncious for that. Each man grabs a sandwich or\\nwhatever there is to devour and chews at it, while\\nwith the other hand he skins his cards or fingers\\nhis chips. This was a new feature to the English-\\nman, and it seemed to affect his luck when the\\ngame was resumed in earnest. At any rate he\\nmade a half dozen disastrous bets, on all of which\\nthe Major profited.\\nThen the game went on in a monotonous way,\\nand the Americans could not fail to observe that\\nthe M. P. was thinking that this great American\\ngame was no great shakes after all. Then, of\\ncourse, came the star hand, of which there is al-\\nways one if you play long enough.\\nIt was the Major s deal, and the Englishman had\\nthe age. The American on his left dropped out,\\nbut all th e others came in. There was a raise be-\\nfore the draw, and the man who had dropped out\\nlooked at the Englishman s hand and advised him\\nto stay. The Englishman took one card the other\\nthree drew three cards.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56\\nJACK POTS.\\nThe first man bet a chip, the Scotchman saw it,\\nthe Major Hfted it five shilhngs and the M. P. bet\\nthe Hmit. The American who had three tens and\\na pair of fours reciprocated, the Scotchman pru-\\ndently dropped out, and the Major tihed it the\\nhmit. The American looked at his full house with\\nan inquiring air, and simply stayed, but when the\\nMajor and the honorable member from Stogis-on-\\nthe-Des raised the limit again, he soured on his\\nhand and threw it\\ninto the deck.\\nThis left the bet-\\nting between the\\nMajor and John\\nBull.\\nAfter about six\\nraises the Major\\nthought it had\\ngone far enough,\\nand said, warn-\\ningly, T d go a\\nbit slow, old man,\\nremember, this is your first\\ngame of poker.\\nBy this time the other\\nAmerican had taken a look\\nat the Englishman s hand,\\nand whispered something\\nin his ear, with the result that he promptly\\nThe three had a drink and seemed\\nso hilarious that they\\nnearly choked.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS. 57\\nraised the Major. Then both Americans went\\noft to the other end of the room where there\\nwas a bottle of the real stuff, and took a drink with\\nmuch merriment. After about ten more raises the\\nEnglishman had to buy more chips, which gave\\nthe Major another opportifnity to remind him that\\nthis was his first game of poker and that he must\\nnot bet over the strength of his hand.\\nThat s all right, responded the stubborn John\\nBull, and he threw another half sovereign in the\\npot.\\nNow, old chap, said the Major, solemnly,\\ndon t blame me if you lose your money.\\nAt this the two Americans took the Scotchman\\nover to the sideboard, and the three had a drink\\nand seemed so hilarious that they nearly choked.\\nThe Major was rather nettled at this, and remarked\\nthat they had better be giving their friend some\\ngood advice, than laughing like hyenas. The only\\nresult of their admonition was that the three men\\nwent off into convulsions, and one man actually\\nwent into the adjoining bed room, threw himself\\ndown, and fairly yelled. Whenever the Major sug-\\ngested to the Englishman that he really ought to\\ncall or else he would be sorry for it, there came\\nanother roar from the trio.\\nFinally John Bull got to the end of his money\\nand putting his last half sovereign in the pot, he\\nsaid, I ll call you. What have you got?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "S8 JACK POTS.\\nHearing this the others rushed up to the table.\\nThe Major looked at the pot, but did not reach for\\nit. He did not want to be in a hurry because he\\nknew it was his, and he hated to hurt the English-\\nman s feelings. At last he said very slowly and\\nalmost sorrowfully, I ve got four jacks.\\nThe Englishman laid his cards face upwards on\\nthe table, and asked Do I wan? He had four\\nkings.\\nIt took the Major some time to take in the full\\nhumor of the situation, but he did. The painful\\nfeature of the affair was that the Englishrnan\\nthought he was betting his money on two pairs.\\nHe had simply followed the advice of the Ameri-\\ncan, who, upon seeing his cards, had advised him to\\nbet until he was dead.\\nHe did not go quite so far as that, which was a\\ngood thing for the Major.\\nIt is only a step across the Channel, and we are\\nin Paris gay Paree, you know, where all good\\nAmericans go when they die. Of course Parisians\\nplay cards, and they actually play poker, but in a\\nway that Americans would hardly recognize. It is\\na kind of mixture of a sand bag and a freeze out,\\nwith the dangerous qualities of each.\\nIt starts ofif in a club, and a steward or croupier,\\nor whatever his name may be, holds in his hands a\\nlist of names. The first six on the list are sitting\\nin. Each has declared his stake one $50, another", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS 59\\n$80, another $75, and so on, the limit of the dec-\\nlaration being, for instance, $100. Chips arc\\nhanded to each to represent the varying values,\\nand the game begins.\\nThe limit of betting is the amount of chips be-\\nfore the player. The man with the $100 worth of\\nchips, to make a supposition, bets all of it on the\\nthird deal. What becomes of -the man with $50,\\nif he has a good hand? He may put up his fifty\\ndollars, and get a sight for his money, and so with\\nihe others. If he loses he is gone scratched off\\nthe list and the steward reads ofT another name\\nto take his place.\\nThere is no half way about it; it is win or bust\\nall the time. The Frenchmen have understood\\nthat poker is a game of bluff and- high betting, and\\nnothing else they have missed entirely the quieter\\nfeatures that make it loved. If four out of the six\\nare willing to play moderately, following some-\\nthing like the value of their hands, the other two\\nwould shame them, dare them, crowd them. The\\naverage Frenchman cannot stand to be ridiculed.\\nAround the table is a double row of spectators, and\\nthey are in a continual state of awe and admira-\\ntion over the skill and daring of the bluffers, so\\nthe sensible fellows are g^oaded until in a rash mo-\\nment they plunge down their little pile, and out\\nthey go.\\nEvery once in a while an American gets intro-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o JACK POTS.\\nduced to this French game of poker, and makes\\nup his mind to stand these sports on their heads,\\nbut he doesn t. There are too many anoularities\\nabout the game for him to grasp in less than a half\\ndozen sittings, and by that time his money is all\\ngone.\\nOn one of his flying trips to the Continent, our\\nParson Davies ran up against this sweet game, and\\nafter being scratched five nights in succession, de-\\nclared that he thought poker as played in Paris de-\\ncidedly immoral.\\nIt does not follow from this that there is no real\\npoker played in Paris. There are enough Ameri-\\ncans, and all kinds of Americans to introduce any-\\nthing. They play among themselves, and have in-\\ntroduced it into boarding houses, but they cannot\\nget the Frenchmen to play the game among them-\\nselves as it should be played. What the Parisians\\nneed is an American Minister like Schenck to edu-\\ncate them.\\nAs said once before General Schenck was not\\nreally an inveterate poker player, although he will\\ngo down to history with a reputation on account of\\nthe little treatise he wrote on the game, but he\\ncould play with the best of them when in the\\nhumor. A big corporation lawyer tells a story that\\nillustrates what a high roller Schenck could be.\\nT was in London on business, said the lawyer,\\nand having known Schenck in America, called on", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS. 6i\\nhim. He greeted me very cordially, showed me\\naround town and in a general way did the proper\\nthing.\\nBy the way/ said he, as we were about to sep-\\narate one morning, what are you going to do this\\nevening?\\nI replied that I had nothing particular in view.\\nThen, said Schenck, cordially, there is going\\nto be a poker game at the Langham, and if you\\ncare for the exercise I d like to take you in. The\\nPrince of Wales will be one of the party.\\nOf course I couldn t resist that. I reflected\\nthat it isn t often that an American citizen has a\\nchance to draw cards, raise and bluff against a real\\nprince, not an imitation Russian afTair, but a sure\\nenough heir apparent. I didn t care two cents for\\npoker and, as a true born American, I ought not\\nto have cared for a prince of the blood but it\\nwould be an experience to tell my children wdien\\nthey grew up, how their daddy beat the Prince of\\nWales. Of course I counted on that.\\nSo I told Schenck I d be there without fail, and\\nhe expressed himself as very well pleased. One\\nthing I forgot. I didn t ask about the limit, but as\\nI had about two thousand dollars in good Ameri-\\ncan money, I felt elegantly and superciliously safe.\\nEven if there was pretty high play, I would be\\nthere.\\nSix o clock came and I was at the Langham,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 JACK POTS.\\nand the others came m later. With the Prince of\\nWales came Anselm Rothschild and the Duke of\\nMarlborough, and these with ^Minister Schenck\\nand myself were to make up the game. I want to\\nsay right here that the Prince is a gentleman from\\nthe ground up. If he feels himself any better than\\nhis fellow men, and no one can blame him if he\\ndoes, he never shows it, at least to Americans.\\nThey have a saying in England that if the tight\\nlittle island ever becomes a republic, the Prince of\\nWales would be elected President by a unanimous\\nvote, and I believe it.\\n*7ust after I was presented to the Prince I asked\\nSchenck in a whisper what limit was usually fixed\\nat these poker festivals, and, to my horror, he re-\\nplied in a careless aside that there was no limit.\\nThe Prince wouldn t listen to such thing as a\\nlimit, explained Schenck. It would be beneath his\\ndignity to suggest a thing like that.\\nT felt a cold chill running down my back, and\\nmy two thousand dollars reposing in the vault of\\nthe Bank of England began to assume the appear-\\nance of very small potatoes. Here I was about to\\nbuck up against England s heir apparent with the\\nentire revenues of Great Britain to draw upon and\\na kindly Parliament to pay his debts, the Duke of\\nMarlborough with something like a million a year,\\nand a Rothschild, who could write his check for ten\\nmillions without turning a hair. I began to think\\nof home and the dear old flag, and all that.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS.\\n63\\nIt Started the perspiration, but I was in and\\ncouldn t get out, so I made up my mind to stay\\nlong enough to lose about a hundred dollars, and\\nthen suddenly grow ill and extract myself. It\\nwouldn t do to have stomach ache, which was a\\nconfoundedly plebeian ailment, and I deplored the\\nfact that I was not subject to fits, but I thought I\\nmight ring in a pain of some kind, or perhaps fall\\nAnd the first thing his Royal Highness said was, Give me one\\nthousand pounds worth of chips.\\nback on cold feet. Perhaps the Prince had been\\noccasionally troubled in that way, and would sym-\\npathize with me.\\nAs we sat down, however, two things happened\\nto disturb my dream of cold feet. Schenck was to\\nbank and the first thing His Royal Highness said\\nwas", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 JACK POTS.\\nGive me one thousand pounds worth of chips.\\nAnd he said it with no more emphasis than if it\\nhad been: Pass the pie.\\nI began to reahze that I was hable to drop my\\nHttle old two thousand the first hand, and perhaps\\nbefore I had a chance to draw cards, and I in-\\nwardly prayed for an earthquake. But earthquakes\\nonly visit London about once in a thousand years.\\nTo add to my grief the Rothschild chap placed\\nat his elbow a book of signed checks, with a blank\\nspace for him to write in the amount, which he did\\nwith a pencil, in a careless way as if he were keep-\\ning count of hams. The only glimmer of hope on\\nthe horizon was the conduct of the Duke of Marl-\\nborough. He acted like a perfect gentleman and\\nonly bought two thousand dollars worth of checks.\\nT steered by him, and also bought two thou-\\nsand dollars worth. Schenck gave me an approv-\\ning smile, and I learned afterward that I did the\\nproper thing. It would not have been etiquette to\\nbuy as much as the Prince. I was mighty glad of\\nthat. I thought since that I would have been in\\na fine fix if etiquette had required me to stpck up\\nwith the Prince. 1 am afraid that I would have\\nstuck our Minister for his year s salary, and he\\nwould never have spoken to me again.\\nThe horrors of that eventful night I can never\\nrecall without a shudder. The ante was two\\npounds ten dollars but that was a mere detail.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "POKER IN LONDON AND PARIS. 65\\nThe Prince would look at his cards in a careless\\nway, and remark T raise that a hundred pounds.\\nThe bloated villain Rothschild would flip the\\npasteboards in an indifferent manner, and observe,\\nwith the same indifference to my feelings, T ll see\\nthat and go fifty pounds better.\\nThese blood curdling remarks would take place\\nbefore the draw, you understand. And then they\\nwould lean back, and puff at their fifty-cent cigars,\\ncall for what cards they wanted, and talk about\\nbets of five to ten thousand dollars, or anything\\nthat happened to come into their wealthy heads.\\n*Oh, how I wished I was a copper king of Mon-\\ntana, or a coal baron of Pennsylvania, or any other\\nfellow rolling in wealth, so that I could have socked\\nit to them I laid down hand after hand because\\nI couldn t stand the strain. Td pick up two stout\\npair, get hoisted a couple of hundred before the\\ndraw, and then get knocked out with a bet of two\\nthousand, and set back and see the Prince or\\nRothschild pull in the pot on a pair of nines.\\nThat s the sort of company I was in, and I\\ndidn lr^see my way out the least bit. Lots of times\\nI felt morally certain that they were bluffing, but\\nI couldn t risk five thousand dollars on my opinion,\\nand I had to let it go. It wasn t poker at all it\\nwas more like highway robbery. It was just pos-\\nsible that they might have a good hand and if I\\nrun up against one my friend Schenck would be\\nruined cashing my losses.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 JACK POTS.\\nAt the end of an hour I was out twelve hundred\\ndollars; simply anted it away, so to speak, and\\ndidn t have a bit of fun. Then, all of a sudden, I\\ngot hold of three aces. It happened to be a jack\\npot, very fat as you may believe, and I had them be-\\nfore the draw. I said to myself that it was now or\\nnever, and I run my face for all sorts of raises.\\nTalk about cold feet When I tell my children\\nabout that agonizing ten minutes, I never refer to\\nmy feelings, and let them understand that their dad\\nwas cool and collected.\\nBut I wasn t. The Prince and the Duke and\\nthat Rothschild let me down rather easy I sup-\\npose they took pity on me, as it was the first hand I\\nhad really played at any rate there w^as a call, and\\nI won ten thousand dollars on the hand. Then, oh,\\nhow I wished that I could get up and make my\\nescape, but that would not have been etiquette, so\\nI stayed on and kept on fooling away my chips as\\nbefore.\\nThe end of it was that the game broke up at\\nmidnight, and I was as happy as if I had w^on a\\nprize in a lottery when I found that I was out only\\nthree hundred dollars. The experience was worth\\nthe money, and I have had lots of fun talking about\\nit, but I w^ouldn t go through it again until I get\\nto be about ten times a millionaire.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER V.\\nPOKER AND JURISPRUDENCE VARIOUS -DECISIONS BY\\nLEGAL LUMINARIES HOW THE JUDGE OVER-\\nRULED THE MOTION THE SHERIFF\\nTOOK THE POT.\\nIn the eyes of the law all gambling- is illegal and\\nof course poker comes under the ban. Whenever\\nthe law gets mixed up with a poker game, the cards\\nhave to take a back seat. Yet the law, or the law-\\nyers, who are the life of the law, are currently re-\\nported to know a great deal about poker from\\npractical experience. It is supposed that they\\nlearn the game when they are young and do not\\nrealize how wicked it is. Then, when they advance\\nin years, and have to take big fees from corpora-\\ntions that can do no wrong, they forget all about\\nthe days of their youth. This probably accounts\\nfor some of the curious decisions we hear from\\nthe bench, when poker is in court.\\nA New York man who kept a cigar store, was\\nhauled up before a magistrate for keeping a gamb-\\nling den. A detective went into the room back of\\nthe store and found five longshoremen playing\\npenny ante.\\nT have the kitty here as evidence, said the de-\\ntective.\\n67", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68\\nJACK POTS.\\nWhat has a cat got to do with the game?\\nasked the magistrate.\\nI said a kitty, repUed the detective.\\nWell, isn t a kitty a cat? Produce her.\\nThe detective explained what a kitty was, and\\nthe magistrate Hstened with a keen air, as if he\\nwas imbibing novel information. Then he de-\\nmanded to know who owned the kitty, and as the\\nNot always, chuckled the judge on the bench.\\ncigar man said he didn t, and the longshoremen\\ncouldn t be found, the case was dismissed and the\\nkitty was confiscated for the good of the poor.\\nA judge on the district court bench of Minne-\\nsota was more frank and also more learned. The\\nbusiness methods of a furniture dealer who made a\\nsky rocket failure were being looked into, and in", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. 69\\nthe course of the trial it was developed that he had\\nbeen playing cards rather recklessly, and a story\\nof how he went against a sure thing and lost $2,500\\nat one sitting cropped out.\\nIt seems that the furniture man was introduced\\nto a stranger at the Merchants Hotel in St. Paul,\\nand a game was soon raging. The three men were\\nin it, and the introducer played the double cross on\\nthe furniture man. At a certain time he was to\\ndrop out and signal what the stranger had.\\nThe furniture man caught a bob tail flush, and\\nhis friend signalled that the stranger had only one\\nsmall pair. Our friend then drew one card and\\nproceeded to bluff. The stranger raised him, and\\nin a short time $2,500 in bills were piled up. When\\nthe show down came our friend had nothing and\\nthe stranger scooped in the pot on a pair of jacks.\\nBy the way, interrupted the creditor s counsel\\nat this point, which hand wins at poker?\\nThe best one, of course, was the disgusted an-\\nswer.\\nNot always, chuckled the judge on the bench,\\nand a prolonged laugh passed around the room.\\nYou admit, then, continued the lawyer, se\\nverely, that, knowing as you did by your friend s\\npretty system of private telegraphy, that this\\nstranger had only a small pair that you run up the\\nstakes to $2,500?\\nYes, sir.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 JACK POTS.\\nWell, now wasn t that a very unusual proceed-\\ning?\\nOh, I don t know, broke in the judge, with\\nthe air of a man full of information on the subject\\nunder discussion, I suppose the witness argued\\nthat having bet on the cards it was his best play to\\nbluff the stranger out, because, you see, he drew\\nonly one card while the other man drew two, and\\nhad a pair of jacks all the time, don t you perceive?\\nUnder such circumstances a play of that kind\\nwould win nine times out of ten.\\nSojne of the old lawyers looked reproachfully at\\nthe judge for giving the thing away in that fashion,\\nbut the youngsters thought it the best joke of the\\nsession.\\nAnother learned jurist who could play poker was\\nJudge Walker, of Kentucky, who was very strict\\non the bench but a jovial companion in private\\nlife. It had been the custom of the lawyers travel-\\ning the circuit to indulge in a friendly game of\\npoker nearly every night after court adjourned,\\nand Judge Walker occasionally took a hand in the\\ngame.\\nOne night in Bracken County the court and the-\\nlawyers joined in a friendly game the evening they\\narrived, and the next morning before court oper d,\\nthe judge was seen in earnest conversation with the\\ndistrict attorney.\\nWhen court opened the judge delivered the\\nusual charge to the Grand Jury, and then added", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. 71\\nI am informed that of late gambling- has been\\nrampant in this county, despite vigorous efforts to\\nsuppress it, and it is your duty to bring to justice\\nthe occasional as well as the persistent offenders.\\nThen he turned to the attorneys, and continued\\nGentlemen, you are officers of the court, and as\\nsuch are sworn to uphold the laws and constitution\\nof the State. You have been playing poker, con-\\ntrary to the statutes in such cases made and pro-\\nvided. Each of you will be fined $10 upon the\\nreturn of indictments, which I now instruct the\\njury to bring in.\\nTurning to the prosecuting- attorney, he said:\\nYou are not only a lawyer, but the prosecuting\\nattorney, sworn to bring offenders to justice. You\\nwill pay $25. Walker, laying his hand on his own\\nbreast, you are not only a lawyer but a judge,\\nand your case is the w^orst of all. You will pav\\n$50.\\nHe paid the fine, as did each of the lawyers, and\\nit broke up the game on that circuit.\\nChicago has produced an official who would take\\nissue with that Kentucky judge. He isn t a lawyer,\\nbut he was a police inspector, and that is the next\\nthing to it. He instructed the police to close all\\nplaces where stud poker, faro, keno and other\\ngambling might be found, but not to touch the\\nharmless game of draw. In explanation, the in-\\nspector said that he regarded draw poker as on", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72\\nJACK pots:\\na par with whist, euchre, soUtaire and tiddledy-\\nwinks.\\nI regard poker as an innocent game, he said,\\nwith a judicial air, and a harmless diversion. It\\nis true that money can be\\nbet on it, but the same\\nis true of the other\\ngames I have mentioned.\\nPoker should be played\\nwith beans or buttons,\\nand I understand\\nthat it is quite a\\nfavorite with fam-\\nilies.\\nW hen asked\\nwhether he sup-\\nposed the club\\nmen used beans\\nor buttons, he re-\\nplied that he re-\\ngarded the inci-\\ndent as closed.\\nAs it happens, how-\\never, this police Solomon\\nhas backing in no less a personage than Chief Jus-\\ntice Beatty, of the Cahfornia Supreme Court, who\\nhas decided that in the eyes of the law poker is\\nnot a game that comes under the head of gambling.\\nThis decision was the result of an application\\nLaying his hand on his own breast\\nyou will pay $50.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. 73\\nfor a writ of habeas corpus made by Julius Meyer,\\nwho was held to answer on a charge of perjury.\\nHe was a juror in a case where the defendant was\\non trial for robbing the proprietors of a faro bank.\\nMeyer was asked by the counsel for the defend-\\nant\\ns\\nDo you know a man named Carroll or Ross or\\nWebster, the men who were proprietors of the\\ngambling house at 620 Market street?\\nTo which he replied: No, sir, I have nothing\\nto do with such places.\\nAfter the trial it was discovered that Meyer was\\na constant visitor at certain poker establishments,\\nand was occasionally employed to help the game\\nalong by taking a hand to revive interest. On this\\ninformation the district attorney made out a com-\\nplaint in which he charged Meyer with perjury.\\nIn the lower court the ex-juror was found guilty,\\nbut Chief Justice Beatty reversed this decision.\\nIn his opinion he said\\nToker playing for money, however objectiona-\\nble in fact, in the eyes of the law is as innocent as\\nchess or any game played for recreation and its\\nvotaries and the places where it is played are not\\ncriminal. There is no inconsistency, therefore, be-\\ntween the declaration of the petitioner that he had\\nnothing to do with such places as a faro bank, and\\nthe fact he did frequent club-rooms where poker\\nwas played for money; And since there is neither", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 JACK POTS.\\nevidence nor accusation of any other false state-\\nment made by him it follows that he cannot be\\nheld for perjury and must be discharged from cus-\\ntody.\\nAs may be imagined this decision created a sen-\\nsation, but the justice stuck to it, and the poker\\nplayers of Frisco felt like voting him a set of\\nsilver, but didn t dare to.\\n\\\\\\\\^hen Judge Y was on the northern New\\nYork circuit he was noted as a card player, in fact\\nit was a passion with him, and hardly a night passed\\nthat he did not set down to a game of some\\nkind. He was not particular, as he played all\\ngames equally well, and all in the same calm and\\njudicial style. This fact made him especially strong\\nat poker, but he never took advantage of it to\\nwin any special amount of money. It was the\\ngame he was after, and as a rule he would call even\\nwhen he had a strong hand, when he thought the\\nbetting showed signs of exceeding reasonable lim-\\nits.\\nOne night he sat in a game at the Lawyers Club\\nin Buffalo, where the stakes were never high, and\\nthe usual limit was a five-dollar bill. It had been\\na trying day in court, with a very complicated case.\\nThe lawyer for the defense was a little fellow named\\nPerkins, a peppery chap, who made a specialty of\\nbadgering witnesses, and making objections to\\nevery bit of evidence that did not come his way.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. 75\\nHe had had a very unlucky day, as Judge Y was\\nvery clear headed and not inclined to let a lawyer\\nrun over him as some judges do. Consequently he\\nsat down on Perkins extremely hard on about\\ntwenty different occasions, and overruled all his\\nobjections with promptness and dispatch. A law-\\nyer is supposed to take such matters as part of the\\ngame, but Perkins was a man who harbored re-\\nsentment at being shown up.\\nWhen the game was made up, the judge sat at\\nthe right of Perkins, and the little lawyer gave the\\nbig judge a glance that boded him no good. The\\ngame had not been in progress ten minutes before\\nit w^as evident that Perkins was going to make the\\njudge his meat if possible. You may have seen\\nsuch a game. Perkins wouldn t stay in a hand\\nunless the judge w-as also in, and he bucked at him\\nwithout ceasing. Of course the other players\\nnoticed it and exchanged significant glances, but\\nthe judge appeared to be oblivious.\\nTime and again Perkins would bet the limit\\nbefore the draw when it was the judge s age, and\\nwhen it was his age he was sure to raise the judge\\nout if possible. This was rather a dangerous game\\nagainst a cool player, and had the judge been\\nvengeful he could have broken the peppery player\\non several occasions. But he laughed and talked,\\nsmoked cigars and took an occasional nip of old\\nrye, and let Perkins get away with his transparent", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 JACK POTS.\\nbluffs with the best of good nature. And, as may\\nbe imagined, Perkins kept getting hotter and hot-\\nter all the time.\\nAt last it got down to a pot where everybody\\nappeared to have a fair hand, at least everybody\\nstayed. It was lifted several times before the draw.\\nThe judge took three cards, the other three men\\ntwo apiece and Perkins drew one.\\nIt was Perkin s age. The man to his left\\nchipped, the next man raised him one, the next\\nman called, so did the judge, and Perkins raised it\\nthe limit. One man dropped out, the other called,\\nand the judge raised Perkins the limit.\\nHello, said that gentleman, with a thinly\\nveiled sneer. Motion overruled, hey?\\nLooks that way, replied the judge, calmly.\\nThen I ll have to take an exception, retorted\\nPerkins. Raise you five.\\nThe other two players threw up their cards.\\nThey saw at once that a fight was on between Per-\\nkins and the judge and they didn t want to be\\npinched. The judge raised back the limit, and\\nthus it sawed back and forth for about ten times,\\nPerkins all the while getting madder and madder,\\nthe judge cool as if hearing an action for simple\\ntrespass.\\nBy this time there was quite a small army of\\nspectators around the table the exhibition of ran-\\ncor was an unusual sight in that club. Some of", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE.\\n77\\nthem interjected a few jocular remarks with the\\nhope of giving the game a more gentle turn, but\\nby this time Perkins was white to the lips, and\\none might have thought he was playing for his\\nlife.\\nCome, come, said the president of the club at\\nlength. We don t want\\nany one to lose a fortune\\nhere. In a friendly game,\\nyou know\\nMake a final\\nsuggested one of\\nthe players.\\nI m agreed,\\nsaid the judge,\\npromptly. Or\\nshall we show\\ndown as it is?\\nNever! cried\\nPerkins, excited-\\nly. L insist on\\nanother bet. He\\nthrew thirty dol-\\nlars on the table.\\nYou can t over-\\nrule that!\\nThe judge bit off the end of a fresh cigar with\\naggravating deliberation, lit it, laid his cards face\\ndown, and counted out thirty dollars. Now, sir,\\nPerkins sunk into a heap like a\\npile of old clothes.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 JACK POTS.\\nhe said, leaning back in his chair in his well known\\nattitude on the bench, produce your witnesses.\\nPerkins, shaking like a leaf, but with a triumph-\\nant grin on his face, spread out his hand on the\\ntable and exhibited four deuces.\\nThe court, said the judge, sternly, decides\\nthat the witnesses are unworthy of credence.\\nThen he laid out his cards and disclosed four\\ntreys. Perkins sunk into a heap like a pile of old\\nclothes, and actually gasped as he saw the judge\\ngather up the money and chips, and leave the table.\\nDamn, he said, faintly. Overruled again\\nWhere the following described game took place\\ndeponent sayeth not, and it is not essential, as the\\nonly important part of it is the ending. There\\nwere four players, but there was nothing out of\\nthe ordinary until it came to a jack pot, or rather,\\nthis particular jack pot, and only the judge and\\nthe colonel were in that.\\nIt had been made for $25 as a starter, and each\\nof the four players had sweetened it four times with\\na five-dollar chip, before there came an opener.\\nThe colonel picked up his cards, glanced care-\\nlessly at them, smiled blandly, and said, softly\\nril bust that for fifty, so as to let you all in.\\nTwo of the players thanked him with great cor-\\ndiality, and stayed out pleasantly. The judge, who\\nwas the last to have a say, looked at his cards care-\\nfully and an expression of supreme disgust settled", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. 79\\non his face. He held the cards by the corner and\\nmade a slight motion as if to throw them in the\\ndiscard.\\nThe colonel s hand twitched nervously. It\\nlooked as if it would be a case of showing openers\\nand raking in the rich stakes and for reasons that\\nwill appear later the colonel was reluctant to show\\nhis hand at that stage.\\nThe judge made another motion as if he were\\ninclined to throw up his hand and the colonel said\\nWhat are you going to do, judge?\\nThe judge went through his hand again, with\\nthe despairing look intensified.\\nAin t afraid to play, are you? inquired the\\ncolonel, tauntingly.\\nA little bit, replied the judge, but I hate to\\nsee you run away with the pot in this fashion. I\\nguess I ll see what you are doing this on, anyhow.\\nThen he made good the opening bet.\\nThey drew cards. The colonel took two and the\\njudge, after much painful deliberation, decided that\\none was about all he wanted.\\nThe colonel then promptly bet another fifty\\ndollars, and the judge, after thinking it over, saw\\nhim and raised five dollars the colonel came back\\nwith another fifty-dollar raise.\\nThe judge laid his hand on the table, pulled out\\na roll of bills and counted off three liundred dol-\\nlars.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o\\nJACK POTS.\\nVn tilt that about two hundred and fifty, he\\nremarked, calmly.\\nThe colonel gasped. He looked at his hand and\\nthen at the very respectable pile of chips and cur-\\nrency on the board. The judge s face still bore\\nthat pained expression. The colonel thought over\\nthe proposition for a minute and then went down\\ninto his clothes. By hard scrabbling he managed\\nto get two hundred and fifty dollars together, and\\nthen he said, rather weakly: T ll call you.\\nWhy, you robber, he said, you had them all the time.\\nThe judge picked up his hand and spread it out\\non the table. He had four fives.\\nThe colonel gasped worse than ever as he\\nshowed up three queens.\\nWhy, you robber, he said, you had them all\\nthe time.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. ^i\\nCertainly, assented the judge, cheerfully.\\nBut you made a couple of motions as if you\\nwere going to throw up your cards.\\nMy boy, said the judge, solemnly, as he\\nstowed away the wad of bills, I think it would be\\na good thing for you to go to some night school\\nw^here there is a complete course in that noble\\ngame known as draw poker.\\nBut wiien we get down to what may be called\\nthe lower walks of jurisprudence, it is seen that\\nlaw and poker mix with sometimes curious results.\\nThis is illustrated in the trials and adventures of\\ntwo gentlemen of the East who went South and\\nWest to do the country.\\nIn a general way they were on the make, but\\nin this case their specialty was in bunkoing con-\\nfiding farmers out of farms and crops in various\\nways not necessary to describe here. In the course\\nof time these two rascals came to Bugg Centre, in\\nArkansas. One of the gentlemen, on his return\\nto civilization, related the happenings of that small\\nburg in a spirited manner.\\nIt didn t take us long to get acquainted, and\\nthe glad hand was put out everywhere, generally\\nwith a jug attached to it. Towards evening of\\nthis welcoming day somebody suggested a little\\ngame of draw just to pass away the time, and a\\ntall, lanky man said that as it was pretty warm we\\nmight as well go to his house and play on the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 JACK POTS.\\npiazzer while his daughter played the pianner\\ninside.\\nI wasn t stuck on the piano business, as music\\nalways did disconcert me when playing cards, but\\nI couldn t very well make any objection. So we\\nwent there, and in about half an hour the music\\ndidn t bother me in the least. I don t know who\\ntaught those fellows to play cards, but it was the\\nsoftest proposition I ever encountered.\\nTobe that was my partner and I just looked\\nat each other. We didn t have to do any crooked\\nwork the other four fellows just threw their money\\naway, making the biggest fool bets I ever saw. I\\nnever found any money in my life, but this was the\\nnearest to it.\\nBy ten o clock we had all the money in sight,\\nand Tobe said wx d better be starting out, as it\\nwas a long walk home, and the moon would be low\\ndown before we could reach the hotel. Our lanky\\nhost asked us to stay all night, but we refused.\\nThe fact is, we were so well satisfied with the rake-\\nofif that we meant to skip early the next morning.\\nWe started through the woods just loaded\\ndown with cash, and pretty near four hundred dol-\\nlars winner, and we did some pretty joyous talking,\\nwhen all of a sudden we heard dogs baying behind\\nus. We both knew they were hounds, and Tobe\\nsaid somebody was coon hunting, although it was\\nrather late in the year for that sport.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "POKER AND JURISPRUDENCE. ^3\\nThen he began to tell me about a coon hunt\\nhe was once in, and he was getting to the interest-\\ning part when he broke off and cried Tard, get\\na tree Those dogs are after us.\\nI never was good at tree climbing, but I got\\nup one in a hurry and Tobe took another. In\\nabout two minutes the meanest lot of big mouthed,\\nmangy hounds you ever saw were howling and\\nprancing around under us. We both prayed that\\nsomeone would come, and sure enough someone\\ndid. It was the tall, lank man.\\nHe came up and quieted the dogs, and then\\nleaned on a long double-barreled gun, while he\\ndelivered a short address.\\nHe said that he was mighty pained to do what\\nhe had to do, but it was his duty. The fact was\\nthat Bugg Centre had been victimized several times\\nin the last year by strangers who came into the\\ncommunity and cleaned it out in various ways. He\\nwas sorry to have to assert that we had returned\\nthe hospitality extended to us in a cruel way.\\nWe had gone into a friendly game with the\\nMayor, the Marshal, the County Treasurer and\\nthe Sheriff, which latter was himself. In a moment\\nof confidence the Treasurer had staked the other\\ngentlemen with all the available county funds, and\\nwe had skillfully he would not say dishonestly\\nwon them all. After our departure the little band\\nof officials talked over the matter and came to the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 JACK POTS.\\nconclusion that it was the duty of the Sheriff to\\nmake amends for this error, and here he was.\\nHe informed us that he construed his duty to be\\nto make us shell out all our winnings, and, as his\\nfee, any other small change that we might have\\nabout us. He added that the dogs were not hun-\\ngry, but would get so after awhile, and when we\\ncame down they might appease their appetite on\\nus. Furthermore, there were some citizens of\\nBugg Centre back in the woods, who could pick a\\ncoon out of the highest tree in the darkest night in\\nthe year.\\nDid we come down? What else could we do?\\nWe did. We threw the money we had down on the\\nground, the Sheriff gathered it up, whistled to his\\ndogs and went off. Tobe and I slid down, shook\\nhands with each other mournfully, and in twenty-\\nfour hours we were out of Arkansas. I ll never go\\nthere any more, either on business or pleasure.\\nHonor? They don t know the meaning of the\\nword.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VL\\nALL ABOUT JACK POTS A $1,200,000 JACK DIDN t\\nKNOW GREENBACKS WON ON TWO DEUCES\\nA BOSTON man s NARROW ESCAPE.\\nJack pots, said a veteran campaigner, is the\\ndevil.\\nThe grammar is bad, the sentiment will be rec-\\nognized as irreproachable. The inventor of jack\\npots is unknown, but his name has been alternately\\npraised and cursed by players for ages. Southern-\\ners have declared that more than a million niggers\\nhave been lost on bob tailed flushes, but that isn t\\na circumstance to the money lost on jack pots.\\nOf course somebody won the money, but the win-\\nner is not entitled to any consideration in a poker\\ngame he can take care of himself.\\nA jack pot is a delusion and a snare. When a\\nfellow is behind the game a jack pot offers a tempt-\\ning chance to play even on one hand. Of five\\nplayers it has been calculated that an average of\\nthree will stay in a jack pot, and it usually has\\nbeen sweetened three or four times before the\\nopening. That makes a pot worth playing for.\\nNow suppose you pick up a pair of jacks. Some\\nplayers will pass on jacks and not come in unless\\nanother player opens the pot. Most players come\\n85", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 JACK POTS.\\nin on jacks. Now comes the question how to play\\nit. If you are the last to say, you may be pretty\\ncertain that you have the best hand to go, but if\\nyou open it lightly all hands will stay, and some\\none with a measley pair of fours will draw out on\\nyou. Therefore it is good play to open the pot for\\nthe limit, and thus scare away the little fellows if\\nyou can. But if they stay and you do not better\\nyour hand, you may be certain that you are beaten,\\nand your only chance to win is to make a big bluff.\\nIf you help your hand, even with a small pair, you\\nhave a right to think that you have a winner.\\nOn the other hand, if you start out with threes\\nor better, it is good play to open the pot for a small\\nsum, so as to let in the other players. Then there\\nis a chance that some one with a pair of queens\\nor better will draw another and beat you, but it\\nwon t do to think of that, or you can t play cards.\\nThe most aggravating hand to have on opening\\nis two pairs. It is much easier to draw one more\\nto a pair than it is to make a full hand out of two\\npairs, yet they have such a ponderous look that\\nyou can t help playing them after the draw. The\\nsafest policy is to call the first chance if you are\\nraised.\\nThe real agony, however, comes to the man with\\na small pair who sees the opener, catches his card\\nand then has it beaten by the opener, who also\\ncatches his card. Of course, arguing from the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 87\\nethical side, he ought to be beaten; the opener\\nhaving the best hand at the start ought to win\\nout; but that reasoning will not pacify the loser.\\nOne of the problems of the jack pot is in rela-\\ntion to splitting openers. Suppose you open on\\njacks and all the others come in cheerfully, and\\nyou realize that you are up against threes and at\\nthe same time discover that you have a four flush.\\nThen it is your play to split your jacks and draw to\\ntlie flush. But at the end of the hand you must\\nshow your pair, so you place one jack on the table\\nin front of you under a stack of chips and let it\\nlay there until it is time to show up. That is fair\\nenough and plain enough, but it in a measure gives\\naway your hand.\\nThe New York Sun comes to the rescue in its\\nown original way. The question is frequently re-\\nferred to its card expert, and he always decides it\\nin the same way. This is the way he talks\\nA player may open a jack pot on a pair and\\nsplit the pair to draw to a straight or flush without\\nin any manner calling the attention of any other\\nplayer to the play. The discards must be placed in\\na pile in front of the next dealer, and the players\\nmust discard in order, beginning with the age.\\nThen the discard pile gives indisputable evidence\\nof what each player discards.\\nHow deliciously simple that is! The players\\nmust discard in order This is a theory, not a con-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 JACK POTS.\\ndition. The Sun man apparently thinks that poker\\nplayers are like soldiers at roll call each one an-\\nswering to his name as called and no one daring\\nto speak out of turn. As a matter of poker fact,\\nno one ever saw a game where the players dis-\\ncarded in regular order. Some men are always\\nslow in making up their minds, and the last man is\\njust as liable to pitch away his discard first, so that\\nthe discard is never a reliable guide as to the\\norder in which the cards were dropped. Then\\nagain, while two or three men are betting one of\\nthe others is almost certain to pick up the remain-\\ning cards and shuffle them or to mix them up in\\nthe fashion some players have of seeing what they\\nwould have got.\\nIn ideal poker every move is made according to\\nHoyle or the Sun but poker isn t ideal. Men\\nwill not discard in regular order and there is no\\nmust about it. There is no umpire to direct\\nthe play or call down the player who discards out\\nof his turn. The Sun man has frequently an-\\nnounced that he is his own authority and it looks\\nas if he were his own poker player; he plays cards\\nwdth himself, where everything moves according\\nto his rules. Nobody else plays that way. In\\nsplitting openers, anchor down the splitter in front\\nof you, and then there can be no dispute.\\nAnother point while we are about it, which ap-\\nplies to all kinds of hands. It is a rule in poker", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 89\\nplaying that if the card is faced before the draw, the\\nplayer must take it; if it faced while drawing, the\\nplayer can t take it. But, what then? Does he\\nget the next card, or must he wait until the others\\nare served? There are two opinions. One says\\nthat he ought to get the next card because it\\nwasn t his fault that the card was faced. The other\\nsays that if an extra card is served that deprives all\\nthe players that follow of the cards they ought\\nto have had, and that so long as he has to take a\\ncard to which he was not originally entitled, what\\ndifference does it make if he has to wait until all\\nthe others are served? This side seems to have\\nrather the best of the argument, and it is the view\\ntaken by most poker coteries.\\nSpeaking of innovations on jack pots pro-\\ngressing up to aces and then down again another\\none comes to light, but it is not dangerous. It\\nappears to have been evolved from the active brain\\nof a St. Louis sport. He says\\nOf late years the old-fashioned ante-bellum\\ngame of poker has been superseded by the plan of\\nplaying all jack pots. This, of course, made\\nswifter play, while at the same time it enabled\\neverybody to gauge to some extent the strength\\nof the hand held by the man who opened the pot.\\nBut the latest evolution of poker is now at hand,\\nand it consists of allowing pots to be opened on\\nany pair.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 JACK POTS.\\nThat is to say, if A has only a pair of deuces\\nand is wiUing to take chances he can begin the\\nbetting. Of course, if he is very close to the\\ndealer he will pass on such a small pair, and will\\nhold his hand to await the action of B, C, D, et al.\\nThe advantages of this plan may not seem\\nobvious, but I have yet to see the poker player who\\ndoes not consider it a big improvement on the cast\\niron system of adhesion to jacks. In the first place,\\nit gives more rapidity and excitement, and that is\\nwhat the player yearns for. In the next place, it\\ngives the loser a far better chance to get even.\\nEverybody will be coming-in on short pairs tens\\nand under and the chances of making strong\\nhands are increased because of the increased fre-\\nquency of the draw.\\nThis open-on-any-pair game is, I think, quite\\nlikely to gain the favor of the pasteboard loving\\npublic, and crystallize into permanent form. The\\nconservative element will kick against it, but will\\nfinally give way, just as it had to concede the all-\\njack system, which was for a long time fought bit-\\nterly by the ancient regime.\\nNow doesn t that sound funny. To open a pot\\non any pair is precisely what is done now in\\nstraight poker, and the only thing he bars out is\\nthe opening of the pot on nothing, and how often\\ndoes that occur in a game? Of course there would\\nbe more pots played, but, what size would they be?\\n4", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 9\\nIt would be a miracle if everyone would pass out if\\nI wo deuces were openers. There would be a play\\non every deal. The whole scheme is rubbish.\\nGeneral Miles once told a good story about the\\nbiggest jack pot on record. He prefaced it by two\\nastonishing statements the first that he did not\\nplay poker himself, and the second that the game\\nhas rather gone out of the army. No one would\\nthink of contradicting the gallant general in com-\\nmand of our armies, but, at the same time well,\\nhere is the story\\nT think I can claim to have been a witness of\\nthe biggest game as to stakes that was ever\\nplayed.\\nTell us about it, General, said Colonel Ochil-\\ntree. T have some pretty good poker stories in\\nstock myself.\\nAnd so have I, said Henry Watterson. For\\ninstance, Joe Blackburn s about the game played\\nin the trenches at the battle of Shiloh, with a table\\nmade on the bodies of the comrades of the play-\\ners.\\nWell, chimed in John W. Mackay, as to\\nstakes, I will enter a claim for some of the gamcrD\\nplayed in the good old days of Nevada, when the\\nboys had the Comstock lode to draw upon. But,\\nGeneral, let us have your story.\\nIt was in the spring of 1865, began the Gen-\\neral, when Davis, Lee and the rest of vou Confed-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92\\nJACK POTS.\\nerates, Watterson, were in full retreat from Rich-\\nmond toward Danville, and we were pressing you\\nnight and day, hardly stopping to eat or sleep.\\nOn the eve of the battle of Sailor s Creek\\nI was there, chipped in Ochiltree. It was in\\nthat battle I was wounded.\\nThat day, continued General Miles, we over-\\nThe biggest poker game that was ever played.\\nhauled and captured a Confederate wagon train\\nand found, greatly to the delight of our boys, that\\nseveral of the wagons were loaded wdth Confeder-\\nate bonds and Confederate money in transit from\\nRichmond to whatever place the government now\\non wheels might make a stand. The soldiers", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 93\\nsimply helped themselves to the stuff by the hand-\\nfuls, and the officers, who had a pretty good idea\\nas to the value of the spoils, or rather, their lack\\nof value, did not care to deprive them of their\\nfun.\\nAt night, when we had knocked off work for\\nsupper and a few hours rest and sleep, I had occa-\\nsion to ride along the line, and I found a poker\\ngame going on at every camp fire. Stopping to\\nwatch one of the games, this is what I heard\\nHow much is the ante\\n*A thousand dollars.\\nAnd how much has it been raised? Five\\nthousand? Well, here goes! I raise it ten thou-\\nsand.\\nGood I see you and go you ten thousand\\ndollars better. Twenty-five thousand to draw\\ncards.\\nThen cards were drawn, and presently a bet\\nwas made of fifty thousand dollars. Some one\\nwent one hundred thousand better, but he was\\nruled down. Fifty thousand was the limit. How-\\never, there was five hundred thousand dollars in\\nthe pot when it was hauled in by the winner, who\\nhad three treys and a pair of kings. I expressed\\nmy surprise at the size of the game and told the\\nboys that they had better go slow or their funds\\nwould run out.\\nNever fear, General, replied one of them.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94\\nJACK POTS.\\nwe ll keep within our means. You ought to\\nhave been here ten minutes ago. We had a jack-\\npot of one million, two hundred thousand dollars\\nI think you will agree with me, concluded\\nGeneral Miles, that no bigger poker game than\\nthat was ever played.\\nA sergeant in the Seventh Cavalry, then sta-\\ntioned in Dakota, told me a story that is a mate\\nto this. It was at\\nHe made them shell out all the notes\\nthey had stuffed in their clothes.\\nthe very begin-\\nning of the war\\nand his regi-\\nment was in Vir-\\nginia. He had a\\nsquad out on a\\nscouting expedi-\\ntion, and they saw\\nahead of them a\\nsmall party\\no f Confederates\\nwith a wagon.\\nThey gave chase\\nand the Confed-\\nerates got away\\nand left the\\nwagon,\\nThe sergeant and his men examined the wagon\\nand found that it was a U. S. wagon, probably cut\\nout from a train by a daring party of Confederates.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 95\\nIt contained twenty boxes, which they pried open.\\nThe boxes were full of greenbacks, all brand new.\\nNot a man in the party had ever seen a green-\\nback and had no idea that they were good money,\\nso they grabbed them out by fistfuls, and set down\\nto play poker with them. In this occupation they\\nwere discovered by another squad of Union troops,\\nthis time headed by a captain, who knew something\\nabout finance. He made them shell out all the\\nnotes they, had stuffed in their clothes, and the\\nwagon was taken back to camp and a frantic pay-\\nmaster.\\nMy friend used to tell this story with tears in his\\neyes. If they had only known the value of their\\ncapture they might have taken a couple hundred\\nthousand apiece, hid it in their clothes, threw\\naway some empty boxes, and brought the rest vir-\\ntuously back to camp, and been rich for the rest of\\ntheir days. It is rather a curious story, and I\\ndon t vouch for it.\\nIt seems that poker is played in rather peculiar\\nfashion in the upper circles of New York, if the\\nfollowing little tale is true. It was a choice coterie\\non the top floor of a fashionable Gotham club\\nhouse.\\nThe jack pot had been around several times,\\nand there was an accumulation of dollars in the\\ncentre of the table.\\nThe dealer picked up the cards and threw them", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96\\nJACK POTS.\\nout one by one, after the manner of poker games,\\nand the gentleman on his left discovered that the\\nfirst three were deuces. He immediately opened\\nthe pot for fifty cents, which was the terrible limit,\\nand was rather startled when it came to him again\\nto note that it cost him two dollars more to get in.\\nHe paid the price, but such was his agitation that\\nhe forgot he had three of a kind, discarded and\\ndrew three.\\nBefore picking up his cards he realized that he\\nhad made a bull. Believing that he had lost all\\nchance of winning the pot, he was about to throw\\ndown his hand when a\\ngentleman who sat be-\\nhind him, and was\\nwell\\nthe\\ngame.\\nnot\\nna-\\nre-\\nversed in\\ntional\\nmarked, blandly\\nSee here, old\\nman, you have\\nfour cards just\\nalike. Is t h a t\\nright?\\nShut up!\\nThe dealer leaped to his feet and shouted:\\nthought you had four of a kind;\\nwhere are they?\\ngrowled the club\\nman. Then, with\\nseeming indifference, he added: Fifty up.\\nEverybody laughed and stayed out naturally.\\nNobody cared to dispute the pot with him, and he\\nraked it in.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 97\\nThe occasion being rather phenomenal, he threw\\ndown his cards face up, and he still had two deuces.\\nThe dealer leaped to his feet and shouted: I\\nthought you had four of a kind. Where are they\\nFour spades and a deuce of hearts, replied the\\nwinner.\\nThere was another laugh all around and the\\ngame went on, and it was not until the next time\\nthey met that somebody thought to ask how he\\nopened the pot.\\nHe was fortunate that he was not playing in a\\ncowboy game. In fashionable circles the man\\nwho opens a jack pot when he hasn t openers loses\\nthe pot in other circles he loses his life along with\\nthe pot. There are certain men who will not ac-\\ncept such excuses as Forgot, Thought that jack\\nwas a king, or something like that. They see\\nnothing in it but a deliberate attempt to steal a\\npot, and guns are pulled instanter.\\nIn the early eighties, when Texas was really\\ntough, and a man s life was not worth much more\\nthan a mule s, a young Bostonian, just from col-\\nlege, landed in the Lone Star State. He had three\\nthousand dollars, a good education and all the\\nastounding conceit that goes with a college educa-\\ntion. He was way up in the classics, had a smatter-\\ning of the modern languages, thought he knew\\nlife in all its phases having imbibed the idea\\nfrom three months experience in the streets of", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 JACK POTS.\\nBoston and New York and had more than a no-\\ntion that he could go West and carve out his for-\\ntune as easily as drinking a beer.\\nThe first place he struck was Dallas, and he\\ndropped a few hundreds there just for a starter.\\nThe further he moved west the easier he became,\\nand when he got to the limits, he had only about\\nfive hundred of his original three thousand. He\\nwas a gay boy, and rapidly fell into Texan ways,\\nbut somehow he couldn t catch on. An occasional\\nspurt at cow punching kept his head above water\\nfor a time, but he realized that the day was rapidly\\napproaching when he would have to return to\\nBoston with the sad confession that he had\\ndropped his pile, and would be obliged to run up\\nagainst the stern realities of life in the guise of\\na teacher of a country school.\\nIt was gall and wormwood to him and he used\\nevery effort to stave ofT the evil day. Among the\\nefforts was bucking the tiger, but the beast was\\nunkind. He see-sawed back and forth, but he\\ncould never make a real killing, and it was while\\nin this precarious state of affairs that he sat in a\\ngame of poker.\\nThe fates looked rather propitious. The four\\nother men in the game were cattlemen with big\\nwads and a generous style of betting. They were\\nalso square as a die. Horace we will call him\\nHorace, as befits a Boston man knew that he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 99\\nwas the best player in the bunch, and if the cards\\nwent his way he had more than a chance of fatten-\\ning his wad.\\nAnd the cards did run his way. It was a rare\\nthing that he did not start out with a pair and he\\nhelped his hand about four times out of five. Three\\ntimes he held a full house, and he got so that he\\nwas almost afraid to play flushes he held so many.\\nHe really did not dare to play to the full strength\\nof his hands, for fear of exciting suspicion, al-\\nthough he was playing without a thought of trick-\\nery. Once or twice he apologized for his luck, but\\nthe other men laughed good naturedly.\\nPlay your luck, my boy, said one of them. T\\n^understand that you haven t had your share since\\nJ striking this country.\\nThis was true enough, and so he played a little\\nharder, until at the end of three hours he was nearly\\nfour thousand dollars ahead of the game.\\nThen there came a jack pot. There had been\\njack pots before, but nothing out of the way. It\\nwas the Boston man s deal, and when he picked up\\nhis cards he saw that he had a pair of kings, a jack,\\na four and a five. There was twenty-five dollars in\\nthe pot to start ofif. Everybody passed and it was\\nup to Horace. He opened it for twenty-five. Two\\nmen stayed, the other two dropped out.\\nThe first man to draw took one card, the next\\nman drew three and Horace took three. He laid", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "lOO JACK POTS.\\nhis pair of kings face down in front of him, tossed\\nthe discard into the deck, and bet fifty dollars with-\\nout looking at his draw. The man that drew one\\ncard raised it a hundred, the next man dropped\\nout, and Horace stopped to think.\\nA one card evidently meant a four flush or a\\nfour straight. If he had caught either Horace was^\\nbeaten, even if he caught the third king; if it was\\na blui\u00c2\u00a5 two kings w^ere good as wheat. He looked\\nat his draw\\\\ A ten spot, a six and a deuce. So he\\nstill had his pair of kings. He tossed in another\\nhundred. The cattleman came back at him with two\\nhundred and fifty. Then Horace picked up the\\ncards lying in front of him, more with a desire to\\nhave time to think than any other motive.\\nThen he felt a cold chill stealing up his spine\\nuntil his hair crept on his head, and a sickness came\\nall over him. He had kept the jack and thrown\\naway one of the kings He sat there a full minute\\nand did some very rapid thinking. If it had been\\nan ordinary deal he would have thrown his hand\\ninto the deck without comment, but it was a jack\\npot, and he had opened it, so that he must show\\nhis hand.\\nHe said afterward that what he should have\\ndone was to have thrown down his hand, explain\\nhow he had made a mistake, and forfeit the po[.\\nHe thinks they would have accepted the explana-\\ntion in good faith, although he admits that they", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. loi\\nmight not. But all he realized then was that he\\nwas in a terrible predicament. To open a jack pot\\nwithout openers was generally regarded as an at-\\ntempt to steal the pot, and treated as detected\\ntheft usually is in Texas. Here he had been win-\\nning right along, and holding phenomenal hands,\\nand he couldn t help but feel that under the same\\ncircumstances he would have had suspicions. He\\nsaw himself in imagination shot full of holes, or\\nmaybe with a dirk thrust into his vitals, and the\\nfolks at home never knowing what had become of\\nhim.\\nWhile all these gloomy thoughts were running\\nthrough his head, he mechanically raised another\\nhundred, which was the worst thing he could have\\ndone, because while he had an excuse before lifting\\nhis cards now he had none. He realized that also\\nwhen it was too late, and another cold chill w^ent\\ncapering along his spinal column.\\nThe cattleman fingered his cards, and Horace\\nsaw that it was either a call or a lay down, and then\\nwould come the show down of openers, and\\nthen\\nJust then there broke out a terrific commotion\\nin the rear of the saloon, which w as also an eating\\nhouse. The cook had upset a pan of gravy over his\\nlegs, and in his jumping around had upset the\\nstove, and the kitchen was on fire. As the whole\\nstructure was of wood and the fire department any-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "X03\\nJACK POTS.\\nthing but prompt or reliable, there was a strong\\nprobability of what the reporters call a holocaust.\\nThe cook and his assistant, two men who were\\neating, the barkeeper and the boss tore around with\\nbuckets, people\\nrushed in from\\nthe street, and of\\ncourse the game\\nbroke up\\nand there.\\nJust then there broke out a terrific commotion in the rear of the saloon.\\nof the cattlemen swept cards, chips and money into\\nhis hat and all five players lit out. Horace said that\\nwhen he dropped his cards on the floor he felt as if\\nhe was getting rid of a thousand pound weight.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "ALL ABOUT JACK POTS. 103\\nWhen the excitement had subsided, and the fire\\nwas extinguished with small loss, all hands went\\nback to the saloon to take a drink. Then the cat-\\ntleman took off his hat and emptied the contents\\non the bar.\\nWhat s to become of this? he asked.\\nFm willing to divide it, said the Boston man,\\npromptly.\\nTf you had the best hand it s yours, returned\\nthe cattleman. What did you have?\\nI had only a pair of kings, replied Horace,\\nlooking him squarely in the eyes. That was no lie,\\nbecause he did have a pair of kings, although he\\nwas fool enough to throw one away.\\nI had a four flush to go, said the other man,\\nand I didn t fill, but I made a pair of queens. The\\npot s yours.\\nHorace felt another great weight lifted off his\\nmind when he realized that he really had had the\\nwinning hand, and yet he felt ashamed to be the\\nrecipient of such generous dealing. But the four\\ncattlemen were game, and he had to take the pile.\\nHe made a mental resolve to set in with them\\nagain, and lose it all back to them, but they left the\\nnext morning and so he had to go back to Boston\\nwith five thousand dollars to the good.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nTHE SCHEME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT A JACK POT\\nWITHOUT CARDS.\\nThe jack pot is so infernally fascinating that it\\nhas a tendency to turn the brain of its votaries. It\\nis only on this hypothesis that we can explain the\\nwild schemes which originate on this basis. One\\nwould think that enough money has been lost on\\nthe pot without devising any plan to swell it to\\nmammoth proportions. Such is the scheme of the\\nNational Jack Pot, which is credited to a New\\nYork enthusiast.\\nThe basic idea is to have a prearranged series of\\npoker games played throughout the country by\\nparties of local card shufflers. Take Chicago, for\\ninstance. On a certain evening six of the best\\npoker players in town will set down to a game.\\nEach man has $2 in the pot, and it takes $5 to come\\nin.\\nThere being $12 in the pot to start with, it fol-\\nlows that if only four men come in there would be\\n$32 to win at the very lowest. But, of course,\\nthere would be a bet or two, so that the pot might\\nbe twice that sum but, as they say in faro, let her\\ngo as she lays.\\nNow, under the terms of the compact, all over\\n104", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "SCHEME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT. 105\\nthe Union, from the sterile shore of Maine to the\\nsunny slope of California, poker players will be\\nstacking up on this same proposition. Now comes\\nthe beginning of the novel part of the performance.\\nThe winner of each pot does not pocket his earn-\\nings. The $32 in every case is reserved for a grand\\nfund to be made up by the let us say hundred\\ngames played on this system. That would make\\n$3,200 in all.\\nThe winning hundred would next meet in con-\\nvention and arrange for a new set of winners.\\nTwenty games of five players each would be or-\\nganized. Each man must put up $2 as before,\\nwith $5 to open. The Hmit, it should be noticed, is\\n$5 all through this series of games.\\nHere we would have twenty jack pots, with $10\\nin each. Let us suppose that three men will stay\\nin each pot when it is opened; that would give\\ntwenty $25 pots, which makes $500 more to add\\nto the original sum of $3,200.\\nThe twenty men who come out of this second\\nordeal as winners now form another series of five\\ngames with four players each. Of course there\\nwould be an adjournment between each series to\\nsettle any little differences of opinion, and deter-\\nmine the choice of a referee, whose decision in all\\ncases would be final. When the twenty survivors\\ncome together for their five games under the same\\nterms that have previously prevailed, it follows that", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "io6 JACK POTS.\\n$2 for each man and $5 to open would mean\\n$28 at least for the pot at each table. Five times\\n$28 gives $140 to swell the sum already in hand.\\nNow comes the final bout. The five veterans\\nwho thus come out of the various ordeals sit down\\ntogether to a thrilling final game. The pot would\\nbe $3,200 plus $500 plus $140, or $3,840. It\\nwould still be a jack with $2 apiece to come in, or\\n$3,850 in all. The limit is still $5. The winner of\\nthis final pot takes all the money.\\nNow, what do you think of that, outside of a\\nlunatic asylum? The man out of whose brilliant\\nbrain emanated this piece of nonsense, pretends\\nthat everybody he met enthusiastically endorsed it.\\nAlas, alas There is one thing he forgot in the\\nscheme. He hasn t allowed for any betting after\\nthe draw. It appears to be a show down affair all\\nthe way through. Wouldn t that make a real ex-\\nciting game?\\nThe impression that the man doesn t know what\\nhe is talking about is deepened by his reference\\nto Bret Harte. Without poker, he observes,\\nsapiently, we would have had no Bret Harte. It\\nwas poker that inspired those immortal lines, be-\\nginning\\nWhich they had a small game\\nAnd Ah Sin took a hand.\\nOh, no; my son. It wasn t poker at all. It was\\neuchre, as you will see if you consult the poem and\\ndo not depend on your memory.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "SCHEiME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT. 107\\nHowever, the idea is original if it is foolish, and\\nwe will give him credit for that.\\nAs a genuine novelty a jack pot without cards\\nis entitled to pre-eminence. It was played in the\\nglorious climate of California, and a man on the\\nArgonaut was one of the party.\\nThere were six all together, five men coming\\ninto the mountains to have a fishing spree, and the\\nsixth man was Long Tom, the guide.\\nJest you all go over into the cabin there and\\nmake yourselves comfortable, while I tend to get-\\ntin this stufT unpacked, said Long Tom. There\\nain t no one thare; my pardner he s down below.\\nThe cabin had two rooms and the one they en-\\ntered was the kitchen. There was not much fur-\\nniture a table of hewn logs, a chair of bent sap-\\nlings and a rough bench. However, they did not\\nnotice such furniture as there was, for each mem-\\nber of the party, as he stepped over the threshold\\nhad his attention instantly attracted by the stove,\\nand a chorus of ejaculations went up from the\\ngroup.\\nWell, that staggers me, said the stock broker.\\nH m, said the professor in a mysterious tone,\\nwhile he rubbed his chin.\\nThe stove was a plain, small affair, rather old and\\nrusty, and the only strange thing about it was its\\nposition. Its abbreviated legs stood upon large\\ncedar posts, which were planted in the floor and", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "-io8 JACK POTS.\\nwere four feet in height. This brought the stove\\naway up in mid air, so that the top was about on a\\nlevel with the colonel s neck, and he was a six-\\nfooter.\\nThe five men formed a circle around the stove\\nand stared at it as solemnly as if it were a coffin.\\nThey felt the posts, and found them firm and solid,\\nshowing that the arrangement was a permanent\\none. Then they all took a look at the hole in the\\nroof through which the stove pipe vanished.\\nSuddenly the stock broker burst into a loud\\nlaugh.\\n*Oh, I understand it now, he said.\\nUnderstand what? demanded the colonel,\\nsharply.\\nWhy Long Tom has his stove hoisted up so\\nhigh from the floor.\\nSo do I, said the doctor, but I suspect that\\nmy explanation is not the same as any one else\\nwould ofifer.\\nWell, I will bet that I am right, returned the\\nstock broker, and put up the money.\\nI am in this, said the judge. I have a clear\\nidea about that stove, and I will back it up.\\nMake it a jack pot, suggested the colonel. I\\nwant to take a hand.\\nThe stock broker drew a five dollar gold piece,\\nfrom his pocket and dropped it on the center of the\\ntable.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "SCHEME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT. 109\\nHe has the stove up there, he said, to get a\\nbetter draught. In this rarified mountain air there\\nis only a small amount of oxygen to the cubic inch,\\nand combustion is more difficult to secure than in\\nthe lower latitudes. I have heard that if you get\\nhigh enough up you can t cook an egg that is, I\\nmean, water won t boil or something like that,\\nhe continued, thrown into sudden confusion by the\\ndiscovery that the professor s eye was fixed upon\\nhim with a sarcastic gaze.\\nIs that supposed to be science? asked the pro-\\nfessor, mildly.\\nWell, said the stock broker, doggedly, never\\nmind the reasons. Experience is probably good\\nenough for Tom. He finds that he gets a better\\ndraught for his stove by having it in mid-air, so he\\nhas it there.\\nThe right explanation, began the professor,\\nis the simplest. My idea is that\\nExcuse me, interrupted the stock broker, tap-\\nping the table, are you in this pot?\\nThe professor made a deposit, and proceeded\\nHave you noticed that our guide is a very tall\\nman? Like most men of his height he hates to\\nbend over. If the stove was near the floor he\\nwould have to stoop down low when he whirled\\na flap jack or speared a rasher of bacon. Now he\\ncan stand up and do it with ease. Your draught\\ntheory is no good the longer the pipe, if straight,\\nthe better the fire will burn.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "no JACK POTS.\\nTrofessor/ remarked the colonel, with a cruel\\nsmile, I reg-ret to have to tell you that your money\\nis gone. Long Tom told me on the way up, that\\nhis partner did all the cooking, and he is a man of\\nrather short stature. The colonel then paid his\\ncompliments to the jack pot, and continued. Now,\\nmy idea is that the stove heats the room there bet-\\nter than on the floor. It is only a cooking stove, to\\nbe sure, but when the winter is cold it makes the\\nroom comfortable. Being up in the middle of the\\nspace it heats all equally well, which it would not\\ndo if it were down below.\\nThe doctor greeted this theory with a laugh.\\nColonel, he said, you are wild away off the\\nmark. Hot air rises, as any school boy ought to\\nknow, and the best way to disseminate it is to have\\nthe stove as low as possible. According to your\\ntheory it would be a good plan to put the furnace in\\nthe attic of a house instead of the basement.\\nT think, remarked the colonel, that I could\\nappreciate your argument better if you would\\nante.\\nCheerfully, because the pot is mine, said the\\ndoctor, as he deposited the coin. You will adopt\\nmy idea the minute you hear it, and Long Tom,\\nwho will be here in a minute^ will bear me out.\\nThis room is very small it has but little floor space\\nand none of it goes to waste. Now if he had put\\nthe stove down where we expected to find it Long", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "SCHEME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT. m\\nTom could not have made use of the area under-\\nneath, as you see he has done. On all sides of the\\nsupporting posts you will notice there are hooks\\non which he hangs his pans and skillets. Under-\\nI see you air all admirin my stove, Captain.\\nneath there is a practical kitchen closet for pots and\\ncooking utensils of various kinds. \\\\Miat could be\\nmore convenient I am surprised that none of you\\nhave seen what is so apparent.*", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 JACK POTS.\\nThe judge, who, had been listening to the opin-\\nions offered by the others, with the same grim\\nsmile that occasionally ornamented his face when\\nhe announced that an objection was overruled, now\\nstepped forward and dropped a coin on the table.\\nHe then rendered his decision as follows\\nIt appears that none of you have noticed the\\nforest of hooks in the roof just over the stove\\nThey are not in use at present, but they are there\\nfor some purpose. I imagine that during the win-\\nter pieces of venison and bear s meat dangle over\\nthe stove and are thus dried for later consumption.\\nNow, if the stove was on the floor it would be too\\nfaraway from the roof to be used for that purpose.\\nHere comes Long Tom, shouted the colonel,\\nwho had stepped to the open door while the judge\\nwas speaking.\\nThe old trapper put down the various articles of\\nbaggage with which his arms were loaded, and\\ncame into the kitchen cabin where his guests stood.\\nHe glanced at the group and then at the stilted\\nstove.\\nI see you air all admirin my stove, said he,\\nan I ll bet you ve been wonderin why it s up so\\nhigh.\\nYes, we have, admitted the professor. How\\ndid you know it?\\nPeople most alius jest as soon as they come into\\nthe place begin to ask me about it. That s how I\\nknowed.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "i\\nSCHEME FOR A NATIONAL JACK POT. 113\\n\\\\Vell, why is it up so high? asked the stock\\nbroker, impatiently, with a side glance at the well\\ndeveloped jack pot on the table.\\nAs the novelists say, the interest was intense as\\nLong Tom grinned until he showed his palate, and\\nprepared to elucidate the mystery.\\nThe reason, said he, is simple enough. You\\nsee we had to pack all this stuff up here from down\\nbelow on burros. Originally there was four j ints\\nof pipe but the cinch wasn t drawed tight enough\\non that burro that was carryin them, an two of\\nem slipped out an rolled down the mountain.\\nWhen we got here an found that there wasn t but\\ntwo pieces left I reckoned I would have to kinder\\nh ist the stove up to make it fit the pipe. So I\\njest h isted her, an there she is yet. Say, what s\\nall this money on the table for?\\nThere was a deep silence, while all the learned\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2men looked at each other, and it lasted so long\\nthat the guide ventured to repeat the question.\\nTt is a jack pot, said the doctor, sadly, and\\nas near as I can make out it belongs to you.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIII.\\nWOMEN AND POKER ARGUMENTS TO SHOW THAT\\nTHEY can t play AND A STORY TO PROVE\\nTHAT THEY CAN.\\nCan women play poker\\nOught women to play poker?\\nThese are two distinct questions and must be\\ndecided on their separate merits.\\nTake the last question first. Ought women to\\nplay poker? Of course. Why not? Don t they\\ndo every thing else that men do They have even\\nhad a try at base ball. Women would resent with\\nindignation the idea that they should be debarred\\nfrom cards, and when you once start who is going\\nto draw the line The point that poker is a gamb-\\nling game is no point at all, because a bet can be\\nmade on any game, even mumble peg. Society is\\nalways erecting imaginary barriers between men\\nand w^omen and they are always being overturned.\\nWomen have been insisting strenuously for the\\nlast twenty years at least that they have just sm\\nmany rights as men, and the men have finally ad-\\nmitted that the point is well taken. Of course, this\\nhas its serious side, as in the case of the lady who\\nwas standing up in the street car. A man asked\\nher if she was a woman righter, and when she\\n114", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 115\\nadmitted that she was, he told her to stand up and\\nenjoy her rights Hke a man.\\nSo if a woman wants to play poker she should\\nnot be hindered, but it must be understood that she\\nhas no better right to the top hand than her man\\nopponent. Cards are not at all gallant, and they\\nwill not run her way just because the fingers that\\nhold them are fair and feminine.\\nBut now, can a woman play poker? Physically,\\nof course; but I mean play the game as it should\\nbe played? No, she cannot. And yet they say\\npoker is like a woman. Uncertain, hard to under-\\nstand, fascinating, and has to be approached in a\\ndifferent way about every time you meet her. Then\\nagain, it is only the young and inexperienced that\\nknow all about women, and it is only the fresh\\nyoung amateur that knows all about poker. Old\\nbachelors and married men confess that all they\\nknow about poker is that they ought to stay out of\\nthe game, and can t. Same w^ay about women.\\nThese old and experienced chaps lose confidence\\nin their knowledge of women the more they meet\\nthem.\\nI do not contend that no woman can play poker\\nthere are exceptions to every rule, and as we shall\\nsee further along, there are women poker players\\nI am talking about women in general. There are\\na great many reasons why a woman cannot play\\npoker.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ii6 JACK POTS.\\nShe is too nervous, and hasn t the physical\\nstrength. It is all very well to play from eight to\\nten in a parlor, with buttons for chips and where\\nthe winners give back the money at the end of the\\ngame. And it is easy enough to take a hand with\\na party of gentlemen visiting your husband, where\\nthe hands are played to the accompaniment of\\nlaughter and jokes, and all the men are deferential,\\nand call just to see what you are doing it on, or\\nlet you get away with a transparent bluff, or play\\nwith six cards, because they take pleasure in see-\\ning how you enjoy the game.\\nBut that isn t poker. The late Richard Proctor\\nused to call the usual game of whist bumble-\\npuppy to distinguish it from the real game as\\nplayed by experts, and parlor poker is entitled to\\nan equally derisive name. There isn t one woman\\nin a hundred thousand who could sit down al a\\npoker table at eight in the evening and play until\\ndaylight broke in the East. She would faint or\\nhave hysterics, and would certainly have to call\\nin the doctor next day. When I mentioned\\nthis point to a charming woman the other day she\\nreplied that when women played the gentlemen\\nwould make special rules for their benefit.\\nThat illustrates from what standpoint a woman\\nviews the game of poker. She would exact def-\\nerence and indulgence; she would regard it as a\\npersonal insult if she were reproached for being", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. ii7\\nslow or making a misdeal, or committing any one\\nof the little lapses of which the best of players are\\nguilty.\\nWomen cannot play poker because they are very\\npoor losers. Some men are in the same boat, but\\nthey have the grace to hide it as best they can,\\nbut women are not ashamed to get angry and make\\nan exhibition of their distress. It is impossible to\\nimagine a woman losing a thousand dollars and\\nmeeting the winner next week with a smooth coun-\\ntenance. A woman would take it as a personal in-\\nsult to be called down on a bluff.\\nNo man could play with a woman and be free\\nto play his hand for all it was w^orth. He would\\nalways be handicapped with the thought that she\\nwas one of the weaker sex. Can you imagine, for\\ninstance, a man who w^as sweet on a girl, beating\\na flush that she held If he did it would be good-\\nby to his prospects.\\nThen again, a woman is a born cheat. No one\\nwho has ever watched a woman play cards will dis-\\npute that assertion. In euchre she will renege, and\\nin every game she will hold out cards, and violate\\nall the rules of the game, trusting to her sex to\\nbe excused. Her pretty, manners and her flirta-\\ntious ways are supposed to be an excuse for her\\ncheating, but they would get very tiresome in a\\ngame for keeps. In a board game like faro or rou-\\nlette a woman is playing against a machine, and she", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "ii8 JACK POTS.\\nhas no particular adversary, which accounts for the\\nfact that women gamble at Monte Carlo and make\\nno particular scene when they lose, but poker is a\\ngame where personalities count.\\nI have been told that women make good poker\\nplayers because they have an instinct that men\\nhave not. Excuse me if I say Bosh. Instinct\\ndoesn t amount to a row of beans in poker. If\\nwomen could read faces as claimed and judge from\\nthem what the men really think there wouldn t be\\nso many unhappy marriages in the world. A man\\nwho sat down to beat a woman in a poker game,\\nand cast all sentiment aside, could break her if she\\nwere a millionaire. All such stories emanate from\\nsappy youths who have been playing with the girl\\nof their choice, or married men who play in the\\nparlor with beans. Here is a sample of the way a\\nnewspaper man writes when he is short of copy,\\nand wants to square himself with the fair sex.\\nWomen are the best poker players, barring\\nChinamen. Take a sharp, shrewd, beautiful wo-\\nman. She can beat a man every time after she has\\nlearned the rudiments of the game. Ladies have\\nbeen made natural poker players. They are so coy\\nand- designing, and dissimulation with them is not\\nan acquired art. It is their second nature. Decep-\\ntion is so easy for them that they easily outwit\\nmen. They size up men more quickly than we can\\nfathom their thoughts.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 119\\nHave you ever heard a lady exclaim: Oh,\\nhow glad I am to see you perfectly charmed, don t\\nyou know Then you wander away to a secluded\\nspot and wonder if she was bluffing. Well, you\\nencounter the same proposition with women in a\\npoker game, only you haven t got time to take a\\nsecluded walk by yourself and meditate and deter-\\nmine whether she is bluffing or not, when she says\\nwith a bewitching, coaxing Httle smile, arching her\\neyebrows, and glancing innocently at you out of\\nthe corner of her eye, T think my hand is worth\\n$1,500 more.\\nEver been there? No? Well, Fve been in a\\ngood many tight places, where I had to think\\nquickly, but I am free to confess that the v/oman\\nwas too much for me.\\nThe man that wrote that never played more than\\nfive cent ante in his life. The idea of a woman\\nraising $1,500 with a roguish twinkle in her eye!\\nA story from Bar Harbor lets a little light in on\\nthe way women play poker. It was some years ago\\nwhen poker was taken up as a fad, as automobil-\\ning is now, and as w^omen take up anything. A\\nparty of women were initiated into the mysteries of\\npenny ante, and pretty soon the bridle was loos-\\nened and they were playing with white chips at fifty\\ncents and the limit taken off.\\nIt went on this way for about three weeks, they\\nmeeting every night, betting and bluffing in their", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "I20 JACK POTS.\\nbewitching way, and thinking they were hav-\\ning a terribly wicked time.\\nOf course there was a tremendous amount of\\ncheating, and as there happened to be one woman\\nin the party who didn t cheat, she was soon broke,\\nand also in the soup to the amount of $300 in the\\nw^ay of I O U s. She thought she saw her way\\nout of the dilemma, and resorted to a genuine fem-\\ninine trick. She ordered four fine gowns from her\\ndressmaker, and the bill, amounting to $300 was\\nsent home. The husband handed the amount to\\nhis wife.\\nShe didn t do a thing with it but take it to the\\npoker table, pay off $200 of her debt, and with the\\nbalance try to win back what she had lost. You can\\nimagine what happened. She lost her hundred,\\nand had to give some more I O U s. Then she\\nput of\u00c2\u00a5 the dressmaker until the latter got tired\\nand sent the bill to her husband. Then there was\\na scene. She confessed all, gave all the names of\\nthe poker players and the indignant husband wrote\\nto each one of them demanding the immediate re-\\nturn of the money won from his wife. Then there\\nwas hysterics all around, the money was returned,\\nthe circle broke up in admired disorder, mutual re-\\ncriminations were the order of the day, and every\\nsweet player vowed that she would never speak to\\nany of the others.\\nJust try to imagine any such scene occurring\\namong men", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 121\\nAnd now, having- demonstrated that a woman\\ncannot play poker it is no more than right to tell\\na story about a woman who could and did play\\npoker. But it will be noticed that we have to go\\ni)ack about fifty years for an example, and then\\nthere is something supernatural in it.\\nIn the suburbs of Trenton, New Jersey, there is\\nan old landmark known as the Mills Tavern. This\\ntavern was also a toll house, and was kept for more\\nthan fifty years by a woman called Martha Mills,\\nwho, by her commission on the tolls she collected\\nand the profits on the tavern made quite a small\\nfortune.\\nTo these savings she added some thousands of\\ndollars made in her dealings with politicians who\\ncame to the tavern to lay plans and pull wires for\\nthe passage of certain laws through the legislature.\\nAs Martha had a keen eye for business she made\\nthese men pay special prices, and her terms were\\nalways cash. She had discovered that a politician\\nwas apt to be here to-day and gone to-morrow, so\\nto speak. Indeed, she was wont to boast that she\\nliad very small confidence in human nature, espe-\\ncially of the male persuasion, and her favorite re-\\nmark was that she wouldn t trust a man as far as\\nshe could throw a church by the steeple.\\nAmong her other accomplishments ^lartha was\\nan expert poker player, and coupled with her\\nknowledge of the game had an uncanny accom-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "122\\nJACK POTS.\\npaniment that made her a dangerous antagonist.\\nShe would never take a hand unless there were\\nseven players, and she had an abiding faith in the\\nnumber seven.\\nShe explained\\nthat peculiarity\\nby saying that\\nshe was the\\nseventh daugh-\\nter of a seventh\\ndaughter and\\nthus had rea-\\nson to believe\\nin the number\\ns e V e n. Her\\nconfidence in this num-\\nber always prompted her\\nto draw cards to it no\\nmatter what odds were\\nagainst her. If there was\\na seven spot in her hand she w^ould draw to it, and\\nwhen she did the pot generally floated her way.\\nAway back in those olden days there were some\\nsharp poker players among the New Jersey legis-\\nlators and politicians, and when they felt like mak-\\ning a night of it without being disturbed they held\\na session at Mills Tavern, in a big room in a re-\\nmote part of the house. Here, with a jug\\nof apple jack on the floor and plenty of tobacco,\\nI m the seventh daughter of a\\nseventh daughter, said\\nMartha.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 123\\nthe players sweated and cussed and rejoiced as the\\ncase might be. There was a kitty, and Martha\\nwas always around to see that it w^as duly hon-\\nored.\\nIt was Martha s boast up to the day of her death\\nthat she had never been kissed by a man since her\\nchildhood days, and she won a good many dollars\\nfrom men who, more from fun than anything else\\nsince Martha was no peach stacked their dollars\\nagainst her kisses.\\nA man from Hunterdon County came nearer\\nwinning the prize than any other. It happened\\none night when Martha consented to take a hand\\nin a game from which one of the players had been\\ncalled.\\nShe played that night in great luck, and she\\ngathered in the chips with such monotonous regu-\\nlarity that at midnight the other players declared\\nthat it was no use trying to break her luck, and\\nthat the game might as well be stopped.\\nI m willing, said Martha, fingering the chips\\nthat were stacked in front of her and making a\\ngloating calculation of their value.\\nHold on, boys, said Honeywell, a politician\\nfrom Cape May County, let s play one more hand\\nfor a kiss. Martha can bet her kisses against our\\nmoney and every kiss shall be valued at ten dol-\\nlars. What do you say?\\nThe m^n, of course, favored the proposition.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "124 JACK POTS.\\nYou never knew me to back out of a game of\\npoker, said Martha, with a confident smile.\\nThe deal went around to Martha before the pot\\nwas opened. Honeywell opened it for $io, the\\nHunterdon County man raised it $20 and Martha\\nstayed with three kisses, valued at $30.\\nHoneywell, who had opened the pot with a pair\\nof jacks and who had been playing in hard luck\\never since the game started, threw his hand in the\\ntable with an expression of disgust, and refused\\nto see the raise. The other four players had not\\ncome in, and the pot w^as between the Hunterdon\\nman and Martha.\\nCards? said Martha, as she picked up the pack.\\nTil play these, said he, and bet you $50 I ve\\ngot you beat. That meant five kisses if Martha\\nshould call him, in addition to the three already\\nbet. Don t be afraid to call me, Martha, he\\nadded, banteringly. Eight kisses won t hurt you\\nany more than three will.\\nI m the seventh daughter of a seventh daugh-\\nter/ said Martha, as she slowly counted the cards\\noff the pack. She drew four, threw her discard on\\nthe table, and ran her eyes over the cards she had\\ndrawn. She contemplated them carefully for a\\nminute, and then looking her opponent in the eye,\\nsaid I ll raise you five kisses. I don t w^ant\\nyour money, and my advice to you is to not call\\nme.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 125\\nEverybody around the table burst into a roar of\\nlaughter.\\nWell, Martha, said he, you re a cool one and\\nno mistake. You are trying to bluff a pat hand\\nwith a four card draw. I ve got already thirteen\\nkisses coming to me, but I guess we can both stand\\nmore, so I ll raise you $50.\\nI ll see that and raise you five more kisses, said\\nMartha, calmly. That s twenty-three kisses I owe\\nyou if your hand beats mine, but again I tell you\\nto keep out.\\nNot with this hand, he replied, with a\\nchuckle. I d rather kiss you thirty-three times\\nthan twenty-three, so I ll raise you a hundred dol-\\nlars.\\nWell, sir, said Martha, with a grim smile, I ve\\ngiven you a good chance to save your money and\\nyou don t seem to want to do it now if you want\\nto kiss me you ve got to pay for it. I ll see your\\nraise and bet you twenty more kisses that I ve got\\nthe winning hand.\\nThe Hunterdon man paused to reflect. It would\\nbe a great triumph to snatch fifty-three kisses from\\nMartha s lips, but he had been up against her luck\\nbefore, and his funds were running low. He\\nscanned his hand again. It was very stout three\\naces and a pair of fives, and they looked very en-\\ncouraging. At the same time it would take $200\\nto call, and he was not a rich man. But what could", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "126 JACK POTS.\\nhe do It would never do to sacrifice the pot now.\\nHe shoved $190 into the pot and said: I ll call\\nyou, Martha. I m $10 shy.\\nI don t play shy pots, said Martha, coldly.\\nThe Hunterdon man had to borrow $10 to make\\ngood.\\nI m the seventh daughter of a seventh daugh-\\nter, said Martha, as she slowly spread her cards\\non the table. I held a seven-spot, and I drew\\nthree more.\\nIf you can swallow that story perhaps this will\\nnot be too strong for };our stomach. It also con-\\ncerns this wonderful Martha Mills.\\nThe New Jersey legislature was in session and\\nthe railroads had several important bills that they\\nwanted passed, and as a consequence the lobbyists\\nand members had money to burn. This made grist\\nfor Miss Martha s mill, and the kitty was a fat\\none every night.\\nOne night six crack players came together in\\nthe tavern and Martha was invited to take a hand.\\nShe objected, on the strange ground that she felt\\nunusually lucky, and suggested that they had bet-\\nter leave her out. But all the others protested that\\nthey also felt lucky, and insisted that she should\\nsit in with them. They adjourned to the private\\nroom and began what w^as probably the shortest\\nbig game ever played.\\nNow, said one of the players, before the hands", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 127\\nwere dealt, iet s find out which one of us lias the\\nleast money, and we ll watch his pile and play for\\ntable stakes.\\nThe proposition met with approval of the other\\nplayers. The man who had the least money was\\nSinclair, an Essex County man, and he had $300.\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6He spread the money on the table, and the next\\nminute there was $2,100 on the board.\\nHenry hitehead, a South Jersey assemblyman,\\ndealt the cards, and the pot was opened by Miles\\nGraham, who started the ball with a bet of $20.\\nThe player next to him raised theT^et $50. Martha\\nsaw the $70 and the man on her left raised the\\nbet $50. When it came to the opener to see all\\nthe raises he gave it another boost of $50, and that\\nwas raised $50 and then another $100. Meanwhile\\nMartha simply trailed along.\\nGraham was confident that he had the best hand,\\nfor he raised the third, fourth and fifth time, and\\ncame to a standstill only when all the money was\\npiled on the centre of the table.\\nThat s a pretty comfortable looking pile, re-\\nmarked one of the players.\\nEnough to buy cordwood for winter, said the\\nhostess.\\nThere were six pat hands out, and Martha was\\nthe only one to draw. Well, gentlemen, she\\nsaid, it s all in the draw anyhow, and if I make\\nmy hand I take the money, It s a show down, so", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "128\\nJACK POTS.\\nhere s my hand. She spread out the trey, four,\\nfive and six of diamonds and the ten of hearts.\\nNow, Whiter\\nhead, said she,\\nas she discarded\\nthe ten of hearts,\\nyou may give*\\nme the seven-\\nspot of dia-\\nmonds; then I ll\\nhave a straight\\nflush.\\nWhitehead dealt\\na card, turning it\\nover as he threw\\nit down, and to\\nthe amazement of\\nthe players it was\\nthe seven-spot of\\ndiamonds. The\\nstraight flush was made and it won the pot. This\\nended the game, which lasted exactly four min-\\nutes, and Martha s profits were $i,8oo.\\nThat is the story, and you can believe just as\\nmuch of it as you please. When you think it over,\\nyou can endeavor to recall how many railroads\\nthere were in 1850, and how awfully flush the lob-\\nbyists were in those days. You may also ask your-\\nself whether it was the fashion to play straight\\nNow you may give me the seven-spot of\\ndiamonds.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "WOMEN AND POKER. 129\\nflushes fifty years ago. Of course if you can settle\\nthese points to your satisfaction, it will not be diffi-\\ncult to believe these two anecdotes about the sev-\\nenth daughter of a seventh daughter.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nOLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH A JACK POT OF\\nNIGGERS COLONEL RAFAEL AND\\nHIS HONOR.\\nIt is a mighty hard thing to escape from the\\nOldest Inhabitant in this country. He is ahvays\\npresent and he makes his presence known. The\\nOldest Inhabitant has spoiled more than a million\\nstories, and the man with a string of fish does weli\\nto get out of the way when he sees him coming.\\nHe has it all made up that nothing that happens\\nnow is or can be as great or as wonderful as some-\\nthing in the past, and as all his witnesses are dead\\nand you cannot very well accuse him of downright\\nfalsehood, he gets aw^ay with his statements every\\ntime.\\nTo make the matter worse there are in every\\ntown a number of men who are in training to be\\nOldest Inhabitants. They are the fellows who are\\nalways talking about the palmy days of every-\\nthing the drama, baseball, hunting, dancing any\\nold thing that exists to-day. Poker, for instance.\\nThey don t play poker like they used to do; oh,\\ndear no In the palmy days the games were ten\\ntimes as long and a hundred times more exciting,\\nand as for the money bet why, it is simply impos-\\n130", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. 131\\nsible to estimate the oceans of money that used to\\npass over the cloth.\\nAs ilkistrating the perfectly ferocious way they\\nused to play poker in the palmy days, the reminis-\\ncence of a gentleman from one of the lower coun-\\nties of Georgia, as told in the Kimball House, At-\\nlanta, may be taken as a sample.\\nPoker is a mighty funny thing, he said. You\\nnever know when you have run against a good\\nplayer. Take me, for instance. I was here in the\\nLegislature, years ago, and I know I didn t appear\\nto be what you call up-to-date not a bit of it. But\\nI did know how to play poker. Learned it down\\nour way, with the boys. The members from\\nAugusta and Macon and Savannah thought they\\nhad a soft piece of pie when they got me into the\\nfirst game. Well, you oughter seen how they got\\nbeautifully left.\\nT was here in the Legislature the whole of that\\nsession, and I sent supplies home to the folks every\\nnow and then, built and paid for a new corn crib,\\nbought the old lady a new stove and a sewing\\nmachine and hadn t touched a per diem, which Bob\\nHardman paid me in bulk at the end of the session.\\nI tell you, them fellers was surprised in their man\\nThere was high rolling for you! A stove and a\\nsewing machine and a corn crib he must have\\nbeen ahead nearly a hundred dollars. And here\\nis what another old-timer of Tennessee let off in\\nMemphis the other day.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "132 JACK POTS.\\nTimes ain t what they used to be in this town.\\nIn them days, long about 66, 67 and 68, money\\nwas plentiful and sportin people rolled them high.\\nJefferson street from No. 9 clean down to Third\\nstreet was gamblin houses, and everyone was\\nstraight except two. And say, that puts me in\\nmind of a lucky play I had one time, which sounds\\nlike a fairy tale, but it s true. I beat the game at\\nNo. 40 Jefferson street, and they didn t do a thing\\nbut deal the old thing there. It was one of the\\nbrace houses, and the fellers that worked there were\\nso crooked that they slept in beds made in the\\nshape of the letter S. They couldn t get no rest\\nin no other kind.\\nUp at the El Dorado on Saturday nights the\\nkeno game began at seven o clock, at fifty cents a\\ncard, and ran that way until nine, and then it was\\na dollar a card. Well, I goes down there one\\nnight, and havin my luck with me by twelve\\no clock I had salted away $600. Next day it was\\nrainin and drizzlin and I didn t have nothin else\\nto do, so I dropped in No. 40 and took a hand at\\npoker. I knew the game was bent, but I had this\\nmoney and didn t mind takin a chance.\\nI hadn t been in the game long until I picks up\\nfour aces. I bet them up and down and all around,\\nand a little man across the table keeps comin back\\nat me. When it came to a show down I had him\\nbeat, and the banker announces that the game is\\nbroke.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH.\\n^33\\nI loafs around until they gets another stake,\\nand the game starts again. Would I take a hand\\nOf course I would, and I did. I played along and\\nfinally picks up four deuces. I keeps bettin them,\\nuntil the show\\ndown comes\\nagain, and of\\ncourse I has the\\nother feller\\nbeat. The\\nbanker says the\\ngame is broke\\nagain and I\\ncashes in. They\\nwere fixin up\\nhand s, y o u\\nknow, and I\\ngets the cooler\\ntwice when i t\\nwas meant for the other\\nman. The man who was\\nto get the cooler gets my\\nhand and of course he\\nthinks he has the cooler,\\nso he bets the bank s roll\\nat me.\\nThe man who owns the joint was upstairs\\nasleep, and they went and woke him up, for another\\nstake, maybe. He comes down all on fire, and he\\nsays\\nWhere s the sucker that broke\\nthis game?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "134 JACK POTS.\\nWhere s the sucker that broke this game?\\nAnd I says: He s right here, but he ain t no\\nsucker. He knows me, and when I says that, he\\nsmiles and says Well, if anybody has to get it,\\nI m glad it s you. But, say, you re mighty lucky.\\nAnd then he turns around and fires the flat-\\nheads that fixed up the hands wrong. I wouldn t\\ntell this story unless I could prove it, and the man\\nthat can prove it is right back in the saloon yon-\\nder.\\nAnd the man back in the saloon was called in\\nand swore to it. Wliich goes to prove either that\\nit didn t happen or else that they had some mighty\\nclumsy brace men in the palmy days.\\nHonestly, though, there were palmy poker days\\nin the South in the time when cotton was king. A\\ncertain class had a lot of money, and had it in the\\nvery worst way for them. For eleven months in\\nthe year they made nothing, and then when the\\ncrop was sold they got their money all in a bunch,\\nprovided, of course, that they had not mortgaged\\nit in advance. As a consequence they had a high\\nold time while the money lasted. It was some-\\nthing like getting a legacy once a year, and we all\\nknow what the average man does with that. It\\nwas a happy-go-lucky way of living, a peculiarity\\nof the South, and its only parallel is seen in mining\\ncamps when some formerly unlucky prospector\\nstrikes it rich.\\nTake a man with ten to twenty thousand dollars", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH, 135\\nin his pocket, a man who has not known what it\\nis to finger more than a twenty-dohar bill for\\nmonths, and turn him loose, and it is not hard to\\npredict what will happen. If he knows anything\\nabout cards and gambling was once part of a\\nSouthern man s education he is going to play\\nthem to the top of his bent. Then again, the very\\nnature of a Southern man was to be free and liberal,\\nand in nothing can freeness and liberality be better\\ndisplayed than in betting. Can it be wondered\\nthat many a Southern planter, after selling his crop\\nin the Xorth, started home with a large wad, and\\narrived there with nothing left but his honor?\\nThese times have passed, never to come again.\\nPoker is still played in the South, and it will never\\ndie out, but the day of big stakes and reckless bet-\\nting has gone into history. While it lasted it per-\\nmeated young as well as old. As the old cock\\ncrows the young one learns and the boys were not\\na whit behind their seniors.\\nOne December night not so many years ago a\\nparty of seniors in the Southern University were\\nhaving a social game of poker. This old college\\nhad turned out at about the same time Howell\\nCobb, Alexander Stephens, Robert Toombs and\\nother famous characters of the oiden days, and was\\nredolent of reminiscences.\\nUncle Tub was the night watchman of the\\ncampus. He saw a light in the room, when all the\\nrest of the building was dark, and as in duty bound", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "136 JACK POTS.\\nhe crawled up three flights of stairs and walked into\\nthe room without ceremony, causing the utmost\\nconsternation.\\nHi! I cotch yer! he exclaimed. Fse gwine\\nter lay it all out ter de doctor bout dis yere fust\\nclass sittin up here after hours an gamblin jess\\nlike der Jews.\\nThe crowd immediately surrounded the old man\\nand protested that they were simply boning up for\\nan exam, but Uncle Tub would have none of it.\\nGo way, boss, he said, sternly. Ain t I done\\nheard de rattle of de chips? Ain t I done seed yer\\nwipe in dat dar jack pot?\\nWhat?\\nDat jack pot, Uncle Tub repeated with em-\\nphasis. Ain t I done seed yer wipe it in? Don t\\ntell me.\\nUncle Tub s knowledge of the game came as a\\nrevelation.\\nUncle Tub, said the tall senior at the end of\\nthe table, I am astonished at you. You are a\\ndeacon in the church, and a man of unquestioned\\nprobity, and I cannot believe that you are acquaint-\\ned with the sinful game of poker as your words\\nwould indicate.\\nDat s all right, boss, returned the old man.\\nI wasn t always a deacon.\\nDo you mean to say that you have played\\npoker?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH.\\n137\\nNo; I ain t adzactly played de game.\\nThen what do you know about it?\\nThe old darkey had seated himself upon a trunk\\nwith his lantern dangling between his knees, and\\nhe assumed an air of dignity terrible to witness.\\nDe good Lawd, boss, he said, with his eyes\\ncast up to the ceiling, don t ax me about kyards,\\nkase dem is sinful things, an I know more about\\ndem dan you kin tell me in a thousand years. You\\nboys oughter\\nbin here in de\\ndays afore de\\nwall. Dem was\\ns h o days a n\\ndem was s h o\\npoker players.\\nI know lots\\nabout de Bible\\nnow an kin\\nquote from\\nGenysis ter de\\nR e V u 1 a-\\nshun, but in\\ndem days I\\nknows poker\\nfrom A ter Z.\\nOh, come now, Uncle Tub, said the senior,\\nwarningly. We can t believe that.\\nDon t believe it? Lemme tell yer, said the\\nI was in a jack pot of niggers once.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138 JACK POTS.\\nold man, waxing indignant. I was in a jack pot\\nof niggers one time.\\nWhat s that? The students had left their\\nplaces by this time, and encircled the old darkey,\\nwho swelled with pride at the attention he was at-\\ntracting.\\nI say I was in a jack pot of niggers one time,\\nrepeated Uncle Tub, an Marse Henry won me,\\nrepeated the old watchman, slowly and thought-\\nfully. Then he put his lantern on the floor and\\ntold his story.\\nDat war long time afore de wah, he said slow-\\nly. Most of de young bucks what come to col-\\nlege in dem days had der nigger man wid em. I\\nbelong to young Marse George B He was a\\nSatan, dat boy, but his daddy was er angel.\\nDere was fouh of em all young bucks, jes\\nlike you all. Dere was fouh of us niggers, too all\\nabout de same age, an we all sets dere an sees de\\ngame. I tell you, chillun, dat was a game. It\\nkep gittin hotter an hotter. My young marse\\nlose all his cash an then he gin to lose what wasn t\\ncash. He gits madder an madder. Marse H^nry\\nC w^on all de stakes, an jes nacherly keeps on\\nwinnin lak he born to win.\\nAtter while my young marse say:\\nDamme, dar goes all I se got in de worl but\\nTobe. Dat s what dey call me in dem days\\nTobe. Fore I knowed it I done heard him say:", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. I39\\nLes make a jack pot outen de niggers.\\nDey was all in for it. Dey ax de udder niggers\\nan yer humble servant to stand in de middle of de\\nflo an Marse George he dole de kyards. He\\nketched a good pair, kase he axed me to step up\\nto de table.\\nI opens dis pot, he says, Svid Tobe.\\n1 stays in it wid Jack, says Marse Henry\\nC axin Jack, his nigger, ter step long side\\nof me.\\nDe rest of the gemmuns dey puts dere niggers\\nin too, an dar we was, waitin for de call of de\\ncards.\\nWell, I kaint tell how- it happens, but Marse\\nHenry C won de whole lot of us, hair an hide.\\nDen he says, Good-night, gemmuns, an he\\nwalks down stairs, us a-follerin lak sheep.\\nI mout er belonged to dat man to dis day, but\\nnex mawnin Marse George s pa he comes to de\\ncollege an buys me back. Den he tells Marse\\nGeorge he can t hab no nigger to wait on him.\\nWhat became of the rest of the colored men?\\nasked the tall senior.\\nLaw, honey, responded Uncle Tub, I reckon\\ndey was all bought back lak me. But dat ain t got\\nnothin to do wid dis. You better stop dis gam-\\nblin Hit ll git ye into tribulation.\\nAlthough it is almost a safe bet to say thru all\\nSouthern men play poker, there is a marked differ-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "I40 JACK POTS.\\nence in the way they play it. Gentlemen of the\\nold school have a way of playing on honor that is\\napt to confuse the moderns, who have reduced the\\ngame to a science. With the latter the board is\\nthe play that is, only a show down wins, and\\nwhat you say goes for nothing. In the old school\\na gentleman s word is as good as his cards, and\\nwhen Majah Dudley says I have two pairs, kings\\nup, and Captain Wing replies, Mine are threes,\\nthe Majah throws his hand into the deck, and takes\\nanother drink, without asking for verification.\\nCommon sense inclines to the modern school sen-\\ntiment supports the school of honor. It is only\\nwhen the two schools come together that there is\\nany trouble.\\nColonel Rafael of Alabama was a player of the\\nold school. He learned his cards before the war\\nwith a party of rich plantation men like himself,\\nwho made poker playing a pastime but not a craze.\\nPerhaps twice a month they would meet at the\\nresidence of one of their number, and there on the\\nbroad porch, attired in cool linen, with plenty of\\ntobacco, and two or three bright colored boys at\\nhand to furnish mint juleps and kindred beverages\\nad libitum, they reclined in easy chairs and whiled\\naway a couple of hours in a game that never roused\\nthe passions or excited future animosity. The sup-\\nply of chips was meagre, and they were used mostly\\nfor anteing, since nearly all the betting was by\\nword of mouth.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. 141\\nJudge J would say languidly, I open this pot\\nfor five dollars, and Major P would say, Judge,\\nI ll have to raise you about ten dollars. Where-\\nupon the Judge would reply, V\\\\\\\\ call you, Major.\\nA pair of tens, sah, says the Major. That s\\ngood, says the Judge, and tosses his cards on the\\ntable face downward, and the Major does the same,\\nand rakes in the chips. Once .i\u00c2\u00bb a while, after a\\nstiff argument back and forth, the players might\\nshow their hands, just to explain why they thought\\nthey had the other fellow beaten, and then there\\nwould be a great amount of dignified talk about the\\npeculiarities and possibilities of the great national\\ngame, but no one for a moment entertained the\\nidea that any one would miscall his hand. A\\nsharper sitting in such a game would have won all\\nthe plantations in time,- but there was no chance\\nof such a happening. Strangers were rare in those\\ndays, and when one was introduced he had excel-\\nlent recommendations.\\nWhen the war came, poker was discarded for a\\nsterner game. The Colonel served through the\\nentire conflict, and had no time for relaxation.\\nAfter the war when he went back to his plantation\\nhe found it only in name. The slaves were gone,\\nfour out of five of his old chummies were dead or\\ngone no one knew where, and in addition the Colo-\\nnel needed every cent he could rake and scrape, to\\nplant crops, make repairs and in a general way put", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142 JACK POTS.\\nthe plantation on a paying basis once more. It\\nwas hard scratching for five or six years, but the\\nColonel was not a man to sit down with his finger\\nin his mouth and cry about the ill fortunes of war,\\nso that in time he got out of debt, saw^ his w ay to\\na fair income, and felt that he could afford to take\\na little relaxation.\\nIt was in the winter of 71 and ]2 he came\\nNorth. He stopped on his way at Richmond,\\nwhere he met a few old army friends, and at Wash-\\nington, w^iere he met more, and then he extended\\nhis trip to New York, w hich he had last seen in\\n1859. -^s may be imagined the big town was a\\nsight to this fine old Southern gentleman. Very\\nfew New Yorkers realize what an immense change\\nhas taken place in their city since before the war,\\nand although since 1872 improvement has been\\nmuch more rapid, there was enough in 72 to just-\\nify the Colonel s amazement. For several days he\\nw^alked Broadway, curious to see, and an object of\\ncuriosity to others. Before the war the Colonel\\nwould have been no unusual sight, but times had\\nchanged, and he with his stately stride, immense\\nhead of white hair, and calm, imperious air, seemed\\nlike a visitor from a past age.\\nIt was on the fourth day of his stay that the\\nColonel met a man he knew. It was in front of\\nthe St. Nicholas, and the friend was one who had\\nbeen a lieutenant in his regiment. After Appo-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. 143\\nmatox, Lieutenant Wickes studied law for three\\nyears in Baltimore, and then came to New York\\nto practice. He had been rather successful and\\nwas prepared to introduce his old commander to\\nseveral of the best clubs. In fact, they went to one\\nthat very night, and that is where the Colonel had\\nhis introduction to the modern game of poker.\\nA city judge, a leading physician, a banker, the\\nColonel and his friend Wickes made up the party,\\nand the game was played in a snug room, with\\ncigars and cocktails handy. For quite a time the\\ngame went on without any special incident. It\\nwas recalled afterward that the Colonel was a\\nsteady loser. Once or twice he called and re-\\nsponded good in his old-fashioned way, wdien his\\nopponent s hand was announced, and on the occa-\\nsions when he was called he announced his hand,\\nand when beaters were shown, threw^ his cards into\\nthe deck without comment, except a courtly little\\nbow. It was a game of easy stakes, very little\\nblufifing, no high betting, and a great deal of talk-\\ning and story telling, so that the Colonel might\\nhave imagined that he w^as back on the piazza of\\nthe old plantation.\\nThen there came a hand in which he was disillu-\\nsionized. It was the banker s deal, and the Colo-\\nnel held the age. He got two aces, and it was one\\nof the traditions of the Southern game to always\\nraise on two aces before the draw^ Everybody", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "144\\nJACK POTS.\\ncame in and the Colonel raised it five dollars.\\nWickes and the judge stayed, the physician came\\nback with ten more, and the banker dropped out.\\nThe Colonel chivalrously tilted in ten, and Wickes\\nand the judge laid down. The judge saw the raise,\\nand he and the Colonel drew cards. The judge\\ndrew one card to kings and fives and did not fill;\\nthe Colonel drew three and caught his ace.\\nThe judge bet a chip as a feeler; the Colonel\\nraised it ten dollars. The judge said to himself;\\nHe had a pair to go probably aces. If he is\\nbluffing I ve got him if he has\\ncaught anything, even a pair, he\\nhas me beat.\\nTherefore it is\\nthe best pohcy to\\ncall him now.\\nThe judge\\nshoved a ten into\\nthe pot, and said, T ll\\ncall.\\nThree aces, said\\nthe Colonel, with a\\nsmile.\\nBeats two pair,\\nsaid the judge, briefly.\\nAt the same time he spread his hand out on the\\ntable, and then shoved them into the centre. The\\nColonel bowed and tossed his hand into the dis-\\nThey supposed he was about\\nto have a fit.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. i45\\ncard, and raked in the pot. The judge hesitated\\nfor an instant and then stretched out his hand.\\nDid you say three aces? he asked.\\nThe Colonel looked at him in surprise. I said\\nthree aces, sir, he said, calmly.\\nThe cards he had discarded were lying on top\\nof the pack, and the judge leaned over and turned\\nthem up. The aces were there, of course, and the\\njudge dropped them with the careless remark, All\\nright, and sank back quietly in his chair. Not\\nso the Colonel. For an instant his red face got\\nredder, and then the color slowly receded, until it\\nwas absolutely pallid. The others noticed the\\nchange, and no one but Wickes could divine the\\ncause, and not he right away. They supposed that\\nhe was about to have a fit, and the physician was\\non his feet in an instant.\\nBut the Colonel recovered his voice, and rose to\\nhis feet where he stood erect as if on parade.\\nWickes, he said, sternly, you introduced me\\nhere, and I want to ask you a question. Do you\\nconsider me a gentleman?\\nWhy, Colonel, what do you mean stammered\\nWickes.\\nAnswer me, sir\\nCertainly I do. Who has dared to dispute it?\\nIt has been disputed, sir, thundered the Colo-\\nnel, looking at the judge, witheringly. When a\\ngentleman makes a statement, sir, and another man", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "146 JACK POTS.\\ndoubts it, that is a reflection on the first gentle-\\nman s honor, sir.\\nBut, Colonel, said Wickes, soothingly, no\\none has disputed your word.\\nYes, there has been one, and he looked fixedly\\nat the judge.\\nEven then that functionary did not understand,\\nbut a great light broke in on Wickes.\\nOh, yes I see You mean that the judge\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut, Colonel, that is the way we play poker in New\\nYork. Every player is entitled to see all the hands\\nplayed, and the judge had a right to see your\\ncards.\\nA right, sir! exclaimed the Colonel, angrily.\\nOf course you had a right, but the fact that you\\ninsisted on exercising that right shows that you\\ndoubted my word. By gad, sir, I told you I had\\nthree aces, and yet you deliberately looked at my\\ncards, sir, to see if I spoke the truth I have seen\\nthe time, sir, when I would have called you out, sir,\\nfor less than that.\\nBy this time all the men were on their feet, and\\nthey had realized that it was a very serious matter\\nto the old gentleman. Unfortunately, the judge\\nwas a hard-headed product of Vermont, and\\nalthough a gentleman beyond dispute, had no sym-\\npathy with such strained notions of honor; and to\\nhim the Colonel s rage was amusing. Conse-\\nquently, although he apologized, and assured the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "OLD TIME POKER IN THE SOUTH. I47\\nold man that he had not the least intention of giv-\\ning him offence, he would not admit that there was\\nanything wrong in his insisting on a show of cards.\\nWhat the others said was to no purpose, and the\\nfinal result was that the Colonel threw up his cards,\\nand left the house.\\nVVickes, he said, gravely, when they were out-\\nside, I leave to-morrow for Alabama, and I wish\\nyou w^ere going with me.\\nBelieve me, this is no\\ncountry for a gentleman.\\nI could not live in a place\\nwhere a man s word is\\nnot as good as his oath,\\nand I don t see how you\\ncan. There may be\\nmoney to be made here\\nI don t doubt\\nit, but where is\\nthe power to\\nUnfortunately the Judge was a hard-headed\\nenjoy it, unless product of Vermont.\\na man can be treated as a gentleman at all times?\\nWickes, it s lucky I didn t have my pistol with me\\nto-night. Damme, the idea of being asked good-\\nby, Wickes!", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nPOKER AND HYPNOTISM A YOUNG MAN WHO CAN READ\\nCARDS HOW FIVE ACES WERE BEATEN THE MAN\\nWHO LAID DOWN A STRAIGHT FLUSH.\\nIt is a mighty lucky thing that the professors\\nof sleight of hand do not take to crooked card\\nplaying against the professionals, or that crooked\\ncard players do not go through an apprenticeship\\nin sleight of hand before embarking on their nefari-\\nous careers. Of course the sharps think they can\\nmanipulate the papers in a way that defies detec-\\ntion, but a man like Hermann or Kellar could cheat\\nthem while their noses wxre on the pack.\\nHermann, in his day, was fond of playing poker,\\nbut he never resorted to any tricks with the cards\\nwdiile playing. There would have been no show\\nfor anyone else if he had. Imagine a man like that\\nsitting in a game unknown with two or three fel-\\nlows who thought they knew how to stack the\\ncards He could have palmed a cold deck on them\\neverv third deal if he had wished.\\nBut the real danger to the card sharps will come\\nwhen the hypnotists get in their work. At present\\nhypnotism seems to be in a respectable stage. It\\nis regarded as something weird and almost sacred,\\nsomething like spiritualism, and the experts only\\n148", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM. I49\\nuse it to illustrate a lot of theories about the soul\\nor the mind or things that nobody knows anything\\nabout. But of late a lot of cold-blooded scientists\\nhave delved into the question, and have pretty\\nnearly proved that hypnotism can be learned, like\\nchemistry or any other science.\\nNow this means a great deal. If there is noth-\\ning sacred or holy about hypnotism, and it does\\nnot require that the hypnotist shall be good or\\npure, there will be a lot of fellows who will take\\nit up for revenue only. They are going to use it\\nin finance and trade, and after awhile some hypno-\\ntist wall sit down to the card table, and skin every-\\nbody like sixty. Of course, if two of these hypno-\\ntists run up against each other, there would be a\\nmischief of a time. But then, I suppose, they\\nwould join hands, form a partnership, as it were,\\nand keep up the skinning process. That would\\ncreate a panic in crooked pokerdom.\\nThe danger is already imminent. Texas has\\nproduced a young man, named Victor Roy, who is\\na natural mind reader. He says that as soon as\\nhe looks into one s face for a minute the person s\\nwhole character and antecedents loom up plainly\\nin his mind. You see, right at the start, he could\\nsize up the man who was trying to do him. Roy\\nhas been known to meet a man for the first time,\\nand instantly tell him his name, his business, mar-\\nried or single, and all that kind of thing. He also", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "150 JACK POTS.\\nknows whether a man is honest or otherwise, and\\nhe could make his fortune as a detective if so in-\\nchned.\\nBut that isn t a circumstance to his deadly skill\\nas a poker player. He does not really know how\\nto play poker, that is, he has never played for\\nkeeps, and it is only recently that he has learned\\nthe relative rank of poker hands. At the same\\ntime it may be remarked that he doesn t have to\\nlearn much more than he knows now.\\nHe has been tested time and time again in games\\nof poker and never loses. Many noted gamblers\\nhave called on him, and put him to the test in\\ngames of poker. He eyes each player as they pick\\nup their cards, and often before the betting begins\\nhe will call out to the man whO has a flush, threes\\nor a full, and tell him to take the chips, as he has\\nthe* best hand, and he never makes a mistake in\\ndoing so. A wealthy gambler from Denver offered\\nhim $5,000 a year to travel over the country and\\nplay for him. But Roy refused, saying that for\\nhim to play poker w^ould be nothing less than rob-\\nbery of his victims. That is very true, but just\\nsuppose that some other man like that without\\nRoy s scruples should take a tour of the card\\niooms!\\nAs a matter of fact, there is good evidence that\\nsome such man is abroad, working his remarkable\\npowers on the unsuspecting. The tale is told", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM 151\\nabout a man who was taken in and done for, and\\nin order to bring out all the weird effects it is well\\nto let the victim tell his own story.\\nI quit playing poker, not to keep out of the\\npoorhouse but to save myself from the madhouse.\\nThe last game I played came near sending me to\\none of the latter institutions, and since then I\\nhaven t so much as played whist, for at the sight\\nof the cards I lose all certainty of myself and feel\\nagain the terrible sensations of that last game.\\nI had played all my adult life up to four years\\nago, and had been singularly fortunate, and to\\nmake a rough estimate I will say that fortune had\\nfavored me to the extent of at least $30,000 up to\\nthe time I am going to tell about. Of course, I\\ndid not save it all, as I was a high liver, but I had\\nquite a sum with me when one day I took a notion\\nto go to Havana.\\nT was then staying at Jacksonville, and from\\nthere I went to Tampa, and boarded the steamer\\nOlivette, and was soon out on the Gulf. We had\\nto touch at Key West, and I knew that we would\\nhave to spend the whole night on the boat, so I\\nsuggested to three other men, all apparently gen-\\ntlemen, that we have a game of poker. They\\nassented and we were soon playing in the saloon.\\nWe had been playing perhaps an hour when I\\nnoticed a commonplace, everyday-looking fellow\\nabout thirty years old looking on at the game", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152 JACK POTS.\\nrather inattentively, as if he took but^Httle interest\\nin it, but was merely trying to keep himself occu-\\npied. Out of mere courtesy I asked him to join\\nus, and he at first declined, but when all of us in-\\nsisted he rose up and came over to our table.\\nHe did not play the innocent, or work ofT any\\nold game on the crowd, nor did he impress us as\\nbeing an expert; just an ordinary gentleman\\nplayer. He played as if he were only trying to\\npass the time away. At the end of three hours\\nthat fellow, who said his name was Callaway, kept\\nbobbing up and down and playing such an even\\ngame that he wasn t ten dollars either way from\\nthe starting point.\\nIt was then nearly midnight, so one of the\\ncrowd suggested that we take ofT the limit, and\\nbet as high as we pleased during the last half hour.\\nAs no one objected, this was done, and then came\\nlively betting.\\nI must have been $3,500 ahead of the game\\nwhen the cards went hoodooed. We had a jack\\npot, made up of five-hundred-dollar bills, and for\\nnine deals no one got a pair to open it. At every\\ndeal we sweetened that pot for another $500.\\nFinally the cards, went to the other extreme\\nand I could tell from the expressions on the faces\\nof the other four men that everyone could open the\\npot. It was Callaway s say and he tossed in two\\none-hundred-dollar bills as a starter. He was met", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM. 153\\nall around and then the drawing began. I neg-\\nlected to say at the beginning that we w-ere play-\\ning the game with all the new-fangled attachments,\\nsuch as a looloo, composed of a pot draw of two\\ndiamonds and three clubs, which beats all the other\\nhands, but which can be played only once in a\\nsingle game. We were also playing with a fifty-\\nthree-card deck that is, we were playing the joker\\nto count anything its holder might designate. The\\nlooloo had already been played, and I knew^ that\\nno man in that crowd could beat the hand I held\\nwhen we came to make this last draw.\\nTwo men stood pat, and the other two drew\\none card each. I held four legitimate aces and a\\nseven-spot. Not hoping for a better hand, but to de-\\nceive my opponents as to the strength of my hand,\\nI discarded the seven-spot and drew one. When\\nI looked at the new card I could hardly repress a\\nwhoop. It was the joker, making me five aces, a\\nhand such as was never held before.\\nThen the battle began, and I have never seen\\nsuch furious betting short of a party of millionaires.\\nWe kept raising the value of the pot, until it was\\nworth half the salary of the president of the United\\nStates. I bet steadily and confidently, knowing\\nno hand could beat mine except a looloo, and that\\nhad already been played. Finally all the others\\ndropped out except Callaway, and to make sure\\nthat he was not betting under a misapprehension", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "154 JACK POTS.\\nI reminded him that the looloo had been played.\\nI m not betting on a looloo. I ll raise you\\n$500, he said, quietly.\\nAs I had by this time put away about every\\ndollar, and as I didn t care to rob the man, I called\\nhim. He looked seriously disappointed, and I\\nwondered what the mischief kind of a hand he had.\\nIs that all you care to stake? he asked, as if\\nsurprised that I should have lost my nerve.\\nNot exactly, I repHed, getting nettled. Til\\njust pull in my call, and raise you a hundred.\\nGood said Callaway, as he met my raise, and\\nshoved in two hundred more.\\nI was beginning to get confused, and was un-\\ncertain of myself. I recalled that Callaway had\\nshown himself to be a careful better, and I couldn t\\nunderstand what impelled him to keep on. I got\\nrattled as I sat there looking into his pale gray\\neyes and eager face. He kept his eyes fastened\\non my face while he played, and I began to think\\nthat he could read my hand from my expression.\\nI made a feeble little raise, and after a long stare\\nhe slowly called my bet.\\nWith the five aces, I suddenly felt a lack of con-\\nfidence, but I spread out the cards on the table, and\\nsaid, boldly: Five aces ought to take the pot.\\nHand it over.\\nI was just reaching out to rake in the spoils,\\nabout $28,000 in cold cash, when Callawa}^ spoke\\nout in his smooth, easy tones:", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM.\\n155\\nNot so fast, my friend. You are sufferini.;\\nfrom ail optical delusion, caused from over-excite-\\nment. Those are not aces you hold, for I have\\nfour legitimate single-spotters, and he held up his\\nhand for me to look at.\\nSure enough my eyes told me that he held four\\naces and a queen. Then he told me to take an-\\nNot so fast, my friend. Those are not aces you hold.\\nother look at my hand, and to my intense surprise\\nI saw that I had only a full house on jacks. He\\nnever moved his eyes from mine while he was talk-\\ning, and the glances of his gray orbs made me\\nshiver uncomfortably. So he pocketed the money\\nwhile I stood looking on without a protest.\\nThe three other fellows had stepped to the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "156 JACK POTS.\\nsaloon sideboard to investigate a bottle, and as Cal-\\nlaway made the last note vanish they came back to\\nthe table and asked who won.\\nI did, answered Callaway.\\nHe did/ I said, like a schoolboy learning a\\nlesson.\\nCallaway said good-night and stepped out on the\\ndeck, while I fell back in my chair, cursing my bad\\nluck. In a few moments one of the men called to\\nme to come on deck for a breath of fresh air. The\\nvoice seemed to awaken me from a kind of sleep.\\nI looked down at the two hands on the table and\\nsaw, as plainly as I ever saw the light of day, that\\nthe hand I had held was made up of four aces and\\nthe joker. I picked up Callaway s hand and was\\ndazed to see nothing better than a bobtail flush.\\nI realized then that I had been cheated; that\\nthe fellow had cast over me some sort of magnetic\\nspell and convinced me against my reason that his\\nhand was the better. Then I made myself ridicu-\\nlous. I ran on deck and charged him with cheat-\\ning me.\\nHe was quite gentle and courteous in his man-\\nner. He suggested to me that I was still suffer-\\ning from the effects of over-excitement and had\\nbetter go to my bed and sleep it off. Of course\\nthe three other players sided in with him. They\\ntold me that I was surely insane to charge Calla-\\nway with cheating, after I had told them in the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM. 157\\nsaloon that he had won. From laughing at me\\nthey finally got angry, and in the end pushed me\\ninto my stateroom and locked me in.\\nI saw Callaway a year later in Memphis, and he\\nwas then giving exhibitions of wonderful mesmeric\\npower, and then I was fully satisfied as to the cause\\nof my fearful loss on board the Olivette.\\nThis is wonderful enough to be true, and yet it\\nis not entirely convincing. It is just possible that\\nthe good drinking of the Olivette s sideboard went\\nto our hero s head. There is a case on record\\nwhere a winning hand was beaten without any re-\\ncourse to hypnotism, and the other fellow didn t\\nhave a gun, neither.\\nYou see, said the man who was the victim, T\\nwas a young fellow who got tangled up in poker\\nwith a lot of boys that could manipulate the cards,\\nand I knew it, but I relied on my luck to pull me\\nout even in the end.\\nAs may be imagined, I got it in the neck with\\ndistressing frequency, but at last my time came.\\nOne of the best of the sharks was dealing in a five-\\nhanded game, and it was my age. As I picked up\\nmy hand after the cards had been dealt I discov-\\nered that I had the king, queen, jack, ten and nine\\nof diamonds a straight flush.\\nThe three men behind me passed out in suc-\\ncession, and I said to myself, That s just my luck.\\nBut the dealer stayed, and I of course raised him.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "158 JACK POTS.\\nHe saw my raise and asked me how many cards I\\nwanted. I told him to help himself, and as he dis-\\ncarded three cards I argued that, he had two aces,\\nand oh how I prayed that he would get the other\\ntwo, so that I could paralyze him.\\nAfter he had skinned his hand the betting be-\\ngan, and it continued until my money was all up,\\nand of necessity there was a call. I asked him\\nwhat he had, and he replied, Four aces, the hand\\nwhich I had given him credit for, and which my\\nhand beat. I knew I had the winning hand, but\\nsomehow or other I said It s good, and threw\\nmy hand into the deck. It touched the dead-wood\\nbefore I could recover my scattered senses, and of\\ncourse I was done for.\\nThen I turned over my cards and showed him\\nwhat I had, but he took the pot. It was the first\\ntime on record that a straight flush was beaten by\\nfour aces without a gun. It was simply because\\nfor one second I got rattled. I have never held a\\nstraight flush since and never expect to hold one\\nagain. The man who doesn t know how to treat\\nthem right when they come along doesn t deserve\\nto get them.\\nThe only match for this painful incident that I\\nknow occurred in Wyoming to a friend of mine.\\nHe had been sitting for three hours in the worst\\nkind of luck, when he picked up a pat straight\\nflush. It was his age, and there were five other\\nplayers, and every mother s son passed out.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "POKER AND HYPNOTISM. 159\\nHe was so exasperated that he first spread out\\nhis hand on the table, then he tore up the cards,\\nand finally he swore that he never would play\\npoker again. And he kept his word for nearly\\nthree weeks.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XL\\nA LIFE-LONG GAME THE GREAT MORGAN-DANIELSON\\nBETTING MATCH FOUR HOURS TO OPEN A JACK\\nPOT THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A NAP.\\nAs I remarked at the beginning, there is no\\ndoubt that it is both an advantage and an objection\\nto the game of poker that it has no ending. There\\nis no stipulated number of points, no bank to\\nbreak, and no time to quit, so that, if the money\\nheld out and there was a sufficient number of re-\\ncruits to take the place of the dead and wounded, a\\npoker game, like the brook in the poem, could run\\non forever. Even with the original players in-\\nstances are not uncommon where men have played\\nfor thirty-six hours or more, until tired nature\\nasserted herself and called the game. Of course,\\nif recesses are taken, a game can go on forever.\\nEdward W. Pettus, at one time senator from\\nAlabama, was an inveterate poker player, and if the\\ntime that venerable gentleman spent in the game\\ncould be summed up many years would stand on\\nthe debit side of the ledger.\\nThere lived in Selma, Alabama, the town where\\nthe senator hailed from, in the early 70s, a wealthy\\nrailroad president, Major Lanier, of the old Ala-\\nbama Central Railroad, running between Selma\\n160", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME i6i\\nand Meridian, Miss., now a part of the Southern\\nRailway system. The major and the senator were\\nboon companions, with a friendship ahiiost as\\nstrong- as Damon and Pythias, and they used to\\nspend their summers at the major s summer home\\nin Talledega, above Sehiia.\\nHere they put in about all of their time playing\\npoker, and no one else was permitted to take a\\nhand in the game. It was strictly a gentleman s\\ngame; very few chips and an unlimited number of\\nI O U s. There was no hurry or excitement about\\nthe playing. Each gentleman took all the time he\\nwanted to make his bets, and it was not unusual\\nfor the game to come to a standstill for fifteen or\\ntwenty minutes while a good story was told/ Five\\nto ten dollars was about the average bet, but there\\nwas no limit, and once in a while the stakes mount-\\ned up into the hundreds.\\nOld Manuel, the major s body servant, was\\nalways present at these games. He was the drink\\nmixer and dispenser, took care of the chips and\\ncards, and kept account of the winnings and los-\\nings. At the end of each year he would render\\naccounts promptly, and whichever was indebted to\\nthe other would hand Manuel a check to square up\\nthe game. At the end of one year Pettus owed the\\nmajor $10,000, another year the major was in-\\ndebted to the senator for $13,000, and so the\\ngame would run. And this was kept up until the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "i62 JACK POTS.\\nmajor s death, when the senator stopped playing,\\nas he would not take up with another partner.\\nThis, however, is not the record of one game,\\nbut of a series of games. A single game that last-\\ned a lifetime, and even longer, is much more won-\\nderful. Governor Hogg, of Texas, never plays\\npoker himself, but he can tell more good stories\\nabout poker than any other public man in his sec-\\ntion of the country. His story of the great Mor-\\ngan-Danielson game, is one of the most unique in\\nall the history of poker.\\nOld man Morgan was one of the most inveterate\\npoker players in the Lone Star State away back in\\nthe 50s. His passion for the game was rivaled\\nonly by that of his bosom friend and neighbor,\\nMajor Danielson. The two old cronies used to\\nget together every night and indulge in a quiet\\ngame for table stakes. Sorhetimes they lost\\nlarge sums to one another, but they were both\\nenormously rich, and at the end of a year the bal-\\nance was generally pretty even.\\nOne night they started to play soon after sup-\\nper folks dined in the middle of the day in those\\ntimes. The exact date was June 15, 1853, and\\nthe hour was 8 p. m.\\nAfter they had been playing a couple of hours,\\nMorgan, who had just finished dealing, straight-\\nened up in his chair and became rigid. The next\\nmoment he kicked himself vigorously, because he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME.\\n163\\nfeared he had betrayed to Danielson the fact that\\nhe had an extraordinary hand. But the Major\\nhad also caught something wonderful. Each was\\nso excited that he didn t notice the perturbation\\nof the other. Both were so nervous that they\\ncould scarcely speak.\\nAt last Major Danielson started the ball. He\\nInside of a couple of hours the action became fast and furious.\\nbet cautiously at first, and so did Morgan. Then\\nthe betting became livelier, and inside of a couple\\nof hours the action was fast and furious. After\\nmidnight the bets became larger. Each of the\\nplayers had had about $10,000 on the table when\\nthe game began. At 2 o clock in the mornine all\\nthe chips were stacked up in the centre, but neither\\nof the men showed any signs of weariness.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "i64 7ACK POTS.\\nAt Morgan s suggestion they then made it a\\nno-hmit game. Then they began to bet with thou-\\nsand-dollar checks, and pretty soon the table\\ngroaned beneath the weight of wealth, or it would\\nhave done so if the wealth had been in gold or sil-\\nver. Daylight found them still betting, and the\\nplayers had written their checks for the aggregate\\namounts they had wagered during the night.\\nEach of these checks bore five figures.\\nStopping only for meals, Morgan and Danielson\\ncontinued to bet against each other on these won-\\nderful hands until nightfall. Then they adjourned\\nfor six hours sleep, and resumed the play again at\\nmidnight. They kept it up for the rest of the\\nweek, and for the remainder of the year. At the\\nend of the year each of them had invested his en-\\ntire fortune cash, bonds, stocks, livestock, land,\\nhouses, everything in that game. People began\\nto fiock to Austin from all parts of the State, and\\nfrom the neighboring principal cities, to see the\\ngreat Morgan-Danielson game.\\nThe war came along, but the game never\\nstopped. Morgan and Danielson were both too\\nold to be conscripted, so they stayed home and\\nwent on with their betting. Finally it became ap-\\nparent that neither would ever call the other, so\\nthe hands were sealed up Separately in tin boxes,\\nand the rest of the deck was put in another box.\\nThe three boxes were deposited in the National", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME. 165\\nBank, each bearing the seals of the players and of\\na dozen witnesses. Then Morgan and Danielson\\nwent on with their betting.\\nBoth of the old men died in 1872, having been\\nplaying for twenty-one years, but they left instruc-\\ntions in their wills to the effect that their eldest\\nsons should carry on the game. The heirs did so\\nfor five years. Then one of them was killed in a\\nrailway accident and the other went crazy.\\nTheir eldest sons, however, are carrying on the\\ngame in the same old way. Every time either of\\nthem gets a few hundred dollars together, he goes\\nto Austin and raises the other fellow. Both fami-\\nlies are as poor as church mice now, and it is all\\nthey can do to get the necessaries of life, but they\\nare game to the core, and so long as either of them\\ncan earn a cent the world will never learn what sort\\nof hands old man Morgan and Major Danielson\\ndrew on that balmy June evening, more than forty-\\nsix years ago. The heirs know, but they are sworn\\nto secrecy.\\nTaking this story to be strictly on the square, it\\nis easy to guess that each man held four aces, and,\\nas they were not playing straight flushes, each had\\nan invincible hand. How they each got four aces\\nis another story. Probably some youngster of the\\nfamily rung in a cold deck on the old gentlemen,\\nand then, when he saw the mischief he had done,\\nwas afraid to acknowledge the trick.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "i66 JACK POTS.\\nFor a straight out, continuous game of poker the\\nfollowing instance is probably the best on record.\\nTwenty-five years ago there were half a dozen\\nmen in New Jersey who never failed to play a\\nstiff game of poker when they came together.\\nThey were Oliver Wilson of Barnegat, Silas Dan-\\niels of Philipsburg, Hosea Brockway of Princeton,\\nJames Howe of Ewing, John Strange of Titusville\\nand William Tomlirison of Burlington. All these\\nmen were rich, and when they were once interested\\nin a game of cards they bet with a recklessness\\nthat always astonished those who happened to be\\nlooking on. In those days star chamber sessions\\nwere almost unknown, and the players were as\\nlikely to get into a red-hot contest with the paste-\\nboards in a hotel bar room or the sitting room of\\na tavern as anywhere.\\nAt that time deer hunting in Atlantic County\\nwas looked upon as the best sport it was possible\\nto find in the state, and in the fall hundreds of\\nmen went to the pines for the purpose of hunting.\\nThe headquarters for these hunters was McDon-\\nald s tavern, a barn-like structure in the midst of\\nthe woods, where sleeping, eating and drinking\\naccommodations were furnished at somewhat ex-\\ntravagant prices.\\nRough as it was, Andy McDonald s tavern was\\npatronized liberally by a big gang of free money\\nspenders, and during the deer-hunting season the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME. 167\\nestablishment was the scene every night of drink-\\ning bouts, good natured fistic encounters, rifle\\npractice, in which bullets were shot across the bar\\nroom at a white ring chalked on the wall, and all\\nkinds of card games.\\nOne night Silas Daniels, John Strange, James\\nHowe and Hosea Brockway met at the tavern.\\nStrange was considered one of the best poker play-\\ners in the State. His nerve was as steady as the\\nfoundations of the earth, and when he took a\\nnotion to raise a bet he did it as if he had the\\nUnited States treasury at his back.\\nWhen the crowd was properly keyed up, Andy\\nMcDonald, who was chief dispenser of liquid joy,\\nand who always had an eye out for his own welfare,\\nsaid\\nMr. Strange, playin any cards nowadays?\\nNo, replied Strange, I ain t had what you\\nmight call a real lively settin for a good while.\\nFeel like playing a few^ hands now, Strange?\\nasked Daniels, carelessly.\\nYou know me, Daniels, replied Strange. Fm\\nalways lookin for chances of that kind.\\nThe two men walked over to a table that stood\\non one side of the room. At the table sat James\\nHowe and Hosea Brockway engrossed in a game\\nof seven-up.\\nGentlemen, said Strange, what do you say;\\nshall w^e make this game four-handed", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "1 68 JACK POTS.\\nFour-handed seven-up? asked Howe.\\nNot much, said Strange, contemptuously.\\nPoker.\\nWell, I reckon it would be more interesting,\\nlaughed Howe. How about you, Brock?\\nBring along the chips, Andy, shouted Brock-\\nway, joyously^ and a brand new pack of cards.\\nStrange is out for a game to-night, and I guess\\nwe d better give it to him.\\nThe cards and chips were produced, and at nine\\no clock the four men began what proved to be the\\nmost remarkable game of poker ever played in the\\nState. The news spread rapidly through the tav-\\nern that Daniels, Howe, Strange and Brockway\\nhad got into a game of poker, and every man went\\nto watch it. The players w^ere used to this sort\\nof thing, however, and made no objection, unless\\nsomeone made remarks on their manner of play-\\ning; then that man would have to leave the room,\\nor something would break.\\nThe players were feeling their toddies pretty\\nkeenly, and the game opened with a bet of $i,ooo\\nin bank notes made by Daniels. Strange looked\\nout of the corner of his eye for a moment, and\\nthen laid down his cards. Brockway did likewise.\\nHowe called the bet and won it on three deuces.\\nDaniels was bluffing; when he laid down his hand\\nhe had only ace high.\\nThe pace was now fairly set and the game went", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME. 169\\nbriskly on. On the next deal Daniels had revenge,\\nfor he got back his $1,000 and $800 besides that\\nStrange had risked on a pair of kings. That win-\\nning was doubly satisfactory to Daniels because\\nit was off Strange, and it nettled Strange to have\\nDaniels crow over him.\\nDrinks were had and the game proceeded. A\\njack pot was started and then one of the most\\nremarkable features of the game took place. It\\nlacked a few minutes of ten o clock when the jack\\nwas declared, and although the cards were dealt\\nas often as possible, it was two o clock in the\\nmorning when openers were caught.\\nBrockway was the lucky man. The jack pot was\\nthen worth about $2,000, and he had a pair of\\naces. He opened it for $1,000 and Daniels stayed.\\nHowe and Strange threw down their cards. Brock-\\nway drew three cards and caught another ace;\\nDaniels held three kings. Brockway slapped up\\n$2,000 and Daniels tilted him back a like amount.\\nBrockway saw the raise, and, filling out a check\\nfor $5,000, laid it on the pile of bills in the center\\nof the table.\\nBrock, said Daniels, sharply, T believe you re\\nbluffing. I m going to see your hand, anyhow. I\\ncall you.\\nBrockway laid down his three aces. Daniels\\ncrossed his legs, pulled his hat down over his eyes,\\nsaid, Tt s yours, old man, and knocked on the\\ntable for Andy to bring the drinks.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "Z70 JACK POTS.\\nThat was better than a $10,000 winning for\\nBrockway, but he did not let his elation appear.\\nIt was late, but nobody thought of going to bed.\\nLighting cigars, the players began another hand.\\nHowe was lucky man that deal, and he raked in\\nabout $2,000, to which each player had contrib-\\nuted nearly an equal share. Then the game went\\non without any one losing or winning any great\\namount until noon, when it was stopped for awhile\\nso that the players could eat. The food was\\nbrought and spread on the table upon which they\\nwere playing, and as soon as it was swallowed the\\ncards were dealt again.\\nAt midnight the players took account of\\ntheir chips and money and found that each\\nhad about the same capital that he began the game\\nwith. They had worked twenty-seven hours and\\nhad nothing to show for their labor.\\nThis is the funniest game I ever got into, said\\nStrange. We had a jack pot that it took us four\\nhours to open, and now, after all this sweating and\\nbetting nobody s any better off than they were\\nwhen the game started.\\nShall we quit? asked Howe.\\nQuit? No! cried Strange. I ain t going to\\nleave this table until I ve won enough to pay me\\nfor sitting here.\\nThat s the way I feel about it, said Daniels.\\nI propose this, chimed in Brockway. We ll", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME. 171\\nplay the game until somebody is broke, and if any-\\nbody falls asleep or quits the game before that\\ntime, he s got to pay each of the other players\\n$1,000.\\nIt s a go, said Strange, and the others nodded\\ntheir heads.\\nThis put a fresh interest into the game, and it\\nwas played vigorously until noon. Twelve hours\\nhad been added to the session, which had now\\nlasted thirty-nine hours, and still the original cap-\\nital of each player had not been materially les-\\nsened. All of the players were sleepy, but none\\nof them was disposed to take a $3,000 nap, and\\nthey fought heroically to keep their eyes open.\\nAnother twelve-hour lap was begun. By this\\ntime the news of the big poker game at McDon-\\nald s had reached the surrounding towns and men\\ncame in from every direction to see it played out.\\nThere was no railroad at that time running any-\\nwhere near McDonald s tavern, but several enter-\\nprising stage drivers ran excursions from the town\\nto the tavern, and reaped a rich harvest.\\nIn the forenoon of the next day Strange struck\\na streak of hard luck. He couldn t get a winning\\nhand, and he chipped away until his funds were\\ngreatly reduced. At last he caught four deuces.\\nHe bet all he had in sight on the cards, and when\\nhe was raised he drew a check for $5,000 and threw\\nit on the table.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "173\\nJACK POTS.\\nI reckon that s a bluff, remarked Daniels. I\\nguess the hand is worth seeing, anyhow. He\\ncalled the bet.\\nI want to see a piece of that myself, said\\nHowe, showing up $5,000.\\nFm in it, too, observed Brockway.\\nThere was something like $30,000 in the pot,\\nand Strange s four deuces were good. The turn\\nin his luck woke up\\nStrange, and he played\\na slashing game all\\nthrough the day, but\\nsomehow the capital of\\nthe players was shifty,\\nand would return to\\nthem.\\nAt six o clock\\nthat night ac-\\ncounts were\\nmade up again,\\nbut there was no\\nmaterial change\\nin the finances.\\nThe game had\\nbeen running\\nsixty-nine hours,\\nand the players hadn t had a wink of sleep. They\\nwere hardly able to hold up their heads, and\\nthey drank strong coffee until it failed to have\\neffect.\\nAnd in less than a minute every man in the\\ngame was sleeping.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "A LIFE-LONG GAME. 173\\nFor another hour the game dragged along in a\\nHstless way, because the senses of the men were\\nso dulled by lack of sleep that they hardly real-\\nized what they were doing. Finally, Howe\\ndropped his cards, saying, Fll pay the $3,000,\\nboys: Fm willing to give it for a nap.\\nHis head fell forward on the table, and he was\\ninstantly in a dead sleep, and in less than a minute\\nevery man in the game was sleeping like a log.\\nThey were carried to bed, and were dead to the\\nworld for twenty straight hours.\\nHowe paid the $3,000 and said he did not be-\\ngrudge a cent of it. He said it was the sweetest\\nsleep he ever had in his life.\\nAs it happened he was just about three thousand\\ndollars ahead when he collapsed, and so was no\\nloser. The game thus lasted seventy hours, and at\\nits close no one player was out more than twenty-\\nfive dollars. As Strange remarked, one such game\\nwas enough to last a lifetime.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XII.\\nABOUT BLUFFING $200,000 ON A PAIR OF TENS A\\nBLUFF THAT TURNED INTO A FLUSH MAJOR\\nEDWARDS AND THE TENDERFOOT.\\nThe bluff is half the game of poker some young\\nplayers think it is the whole thing, until they learn\\nfrom bitter experience. One of the painful epi-\\nsodes of a budding poker career is to go out on\\na bold bluff and be called down in an instant, or\\nbe raised out of his boots, and have to lay down\\nignominiously. After a while a fellow gets hard-\\nened to that sort of thing, at least enough to hide\\nhis real feelings, because no one enjoys being\\ncalled on a bluff; whereas, the rollicking joy that\\noverwhelms his soul when he gets away with the\\nbluff is better than two pots w^on in a legitimate\\nway. Perhaps the best plan is to follow the exam-\\nple of our German friend Fritz Vonderhannes.\\nVeil, I dell you how it is, said he. T dinks de\\nway to pluff is to vait undil you gets apout dree\\naces, and den sock it to dem.\\nThere is no doubt that it does help a bluff to\\nhave a little something to back it up, although\\nthere are players who claim that they can do better\\nexecution when they are absolutely bare.\\nA gentleman who is well known in society cir-\\n174", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. I7S\\ncles in New York recently sat in a little game at a\\ndinner resort in Twelfth Street, and during the\\nevening peddled out about twenty dollars on a half\\ndollar limit.\\nHe had beastly luck, but he was buoyed up by\\nthe feeling that things would eventually come his\\nway, a feeHng that other poker players have felt\\nat times; in fact, many times. It was a jack pot,\\nand the deal had gone around many times, but\\nwhen the pot was opened he had his usual hand\\nfive nothings. Yet he remained, feeling that this\\nwas his last chance.\\nFive. he said when asked to state the number\\nof cards he wanted, and he was accommodated.\\nAs he picked up the first card he uttered an ex-\\nclamation. With the second card he said, Great\\nScott With the third Holy Moses With the\\nfourth silence and likewise when he accumulated\\nthe lifth.\\nIt was not his bet, but he shoved in the limit\\nat once, and had to withdraw it, because the opener\\nwanted a chance. Then he saw the bet and raised\\nthe limit. The other players looked alarmed. Only\\none stayed and raised, and he only raised a quarter.\\nThe gentleman of the five-card draw again ven-\\ntured the limit, and was astounded and mortified\\nto have the compliment returned.\\nI guess, he said weakly, you can take it.\\nThe dickens, said the other fellow, in an ag-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "176 JACK POTS.\\ngrieved tone. I thought you had something. I\\nhave a full house.\\nAnd the gentleman who drew the five cards said,\\nwith dignity, I can bluff on a pair of deuces, but\\nwhen I have nothing I can t.\\nVery few people can now recall the notorious\\nSarah Althea Hill-Sharon divorce trial in San\\nFrancisco. Judge Terry, who was killed by Justice\\nField s bodyguard, Nagle, was Miss Hill s attorney\\nin that case, and during the trial endeavored to\\nhave produced in court in evidence of Senator\\nSharon s maintenance of the plaintiff, the million-\\naire s check stubs. The effort failed, chiefly from\\nthe showing made by the defendant that the checks\\nwould throw very little light on the subject. Nine-\\ntenths of the private checks drawn by Sharon were\\npayable to the order of Cash, and neither checks\\nnor stubs indicated the age, sex or social condition\\nof Cash. The fact was that nearly all of Sharon s\\nprivate checks were in settlement of poker ac-\\ncounts.\\nNot that Sharon always lost at poker; he nearly\\nalways won. His total winnings in the Pacific\\nClub were said to have been more than a million\\ndollars. The play there was tremendously high,\\nand there was a regular clearing-house performance\\nafter each game, each player settling with the oth-\\ners by checks, and it might happen that Sharon\\nwould draw a half-dozen checks after a game in\\nwhich he was ahead.\\nit", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. I77\\nHe played a great game of poker, both in kind\\nand size, but his immense wealth gave him no ad-\\nvantage because his antagonists were also multi-\\nmillionaires, men like Ralston, the capitalist and\\nbanker. Senators Jones and Stewart of Nevada,\\nFlood of the Bonanza firm, and that set of high-\\nrollers.\\nOne of the tales of the Pacific Club is of the\\nnight when Ralston won $200,000 on a pair of\\ntens. Five of the big fish were in the game and\\nthey were playing jack pots. Sharon opened and\\nRalston and two others stayed.\\nThere was some light chipping of $100 or\\n$200 several times around, when Ralston\\nstrengthened his play and began raising by thou-\\nsands. Sharon and Ralston soon had the play to\\nthemselves, and it was not long before there was\\n$150,000 in the pot. Then Sharon met a raise\\nwith a $50,000 counter. Ralston studied only a\\nmoment and then came back with a raise of\\n$150,000. Sharon did not take long to decide his\\nplay.\\n*T quit, Bill he said, and shuffled his cards in\\nthe deck.\\nRalston was so delighted over having made his\\nbold partner lay down that he spread his hand, dis-\\nclosing a pair of tens. Sharon never told what he\\nheld in his hand until after Ralston s death. It\\nwas a pair of jacks.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "178 JACK POTS.\\nTo go in on a bluff, and get beaten, and then win\\nout after all, is a rather unique experience that\\ncould only hapj)en to a newspaper man, so we will\\nlet him tell it.\\nI ll never forget, said the Old Reporter to the\\nYoung Reporter, one game of poker that was\\nplayed at police headquarters when the reporters\\nroom was a dirty, rickety, shabby hole on the top\\nfloor. Our great game generally began at 1 1 p. m.,\\nwhen the news was getting too late to telegraph\\nunless it was very big. It was penny limit up to\\n12, then five-cent limit to i a. m., then ten-cent\\nlimit up to 2, then a quarter hour of jack pots with\\na twenty-cent limit.\\nThe usual quiet game continued on this occa-\\nsion and at two o clock I was two dollars out. Dol-\\nlars were as big as stove plates to me in those days,\\nnor, by the way, have they got over their inflated\\nqualities yet. Then the jack pots came my way\\nand I enriched myself with a few fat ones. Then\\nI got wrecked on a couple of false ones and stood\\na loser once more.\\nThere was a slick crowd around that table, six\\nbeing the limit of players. Presently one of the\\nboys started a nice jack pot with a boost of twenty\\ncents before the cards were drawn. I looked at my\\nhand and saw four fat diamonds and a club, al-\\nways a tempter. I should have come in and said\\nnothing, but, you know how it is with a flush", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. I79\\nthere are so many possibilities I not only stood\\nthe raise but went twenty cents better. It went\\naround that way until the first man hoisted it for\\nanother limit, and all stayed to me and I was fool\\nenough to give it another lift. That scared all out\\nbut the first man, and he stayed.\\nThe cards were dealt. I did not look at mine,\\nbut when the other fellow raised I gave it a gentle\\nboom for twenty coppers more. I was watching\\nmy antagonist and thought he was putting\\non rather too broad a grin for his conscience, but\\nhe raised all right. Then I picked up the card that\\nhad been tossed me, and it was the ace of spades.\\nA bob-tailed flush stared me in the face. I\\nwas now out about three dollars, and, feeling ner-\\nvous, I think I would have presented any man\\nw^ith fifty cents who would have been so kind as\\nto kick me for getting into the game, but the devil\\ntook hold of me and I went in for a bluff. Well,\\nsir, the other fellow assisted me.\\nMy hand for all he knew was good for a flush,\\na full house or four of a kind, but Jim (never mind\\nhis last name) was a bold player, and I did not\\nknow what to make of him. He was nervous all\\nright, but I began to believe that the nervousness\\nwas a symptom of a good hand on his part and I\\nbegan to shake a little myself.\\nUnder ordinary circumstances I would have\\ndropped, but I was reckless by this time, and bor-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "i8o\\nJACK POTS.\\nrowed a ten from one of the winners. The other\\nboys began to get excited, and I think I got a bit\\nexcited myself as I said to Jim, Say, suppose we\\nthrow aside the Hmit.\\nHe agreed and I planked down the ten. It was\\nthe first time on record that the limit had been\\nlifted and the boys looked worried about it. Jim\\ntook out a yellow envelope, opened it and laid $15\\non the table,\\njust one-half\\nhis salary. I\\ndid not mind\\nthat, for Jim\\nhad an income\\nand was com-\\nparatively well\\nofif.\\nI sat there,\\nstudying that\\nbobtail flush\\nand thinking\\nhow I could\\nget out of the\\nhole I was in.\\nThen I did a desperate thing. I took out my\\nwatch and said I would lay it against forty dollars.\\nIt was a present from a politician and cost a cool\\ntwo hundred. I put it up as confidently as I could,\\nbut my hand shook and I knew that Jim saw that\\nI was rattled.\\n1 took out my watch and said I would lay it against\\nforty dollars.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. i8i\\nOld man, said Jim, I know you are bluffini;-\\nright through and I hate to take your money. I\\ncall you and I have three of the prettiest aces in the\\npack.\\nHe laid them down, and a sickly feeling came\\nover me as I thought of what I would tell my wife\\nthat night. Down on the table I threw my hand,\\nand I cussed to myself, although I was by no means\\na cursing man. Then Jim gave a gasp and said:\\nWell, I ll be jiggered If you had not all the\\nsymptoms of a bluff, I ll eat my hat\\nI was in a fainting condition by this time, and\\nonly said Don t, get gay. Take the money and let\\nme get over the agony?\\nTake the money? he yelled. What in blazes\\ndo you think you ve got?\\nWhy, a miserable bobtail, of course. I re-\\nplied. Hello! What s this?\\nI picked up the ace of spades, and saw the word\\njoker on it for the first time. It was one of these\\njokers that are fixed up like an exaggerated ace\\nof spades, and across the top was marked in pencil\\ndeuce of diamonds. I had an ace high flush!\\nJust before I entered the game it was discov-\\nered that the deuce of diamonds was missing and\\nthe joker was put in to take its place. I tell you\\nI felt mighty mean over that pot, and did not want\\nto take it, but Jim would not have a division.\\nThat s the last game I ever played or will play, and\\nI advise you to take warning.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "1 82 TACK POTS.\\nThe Young Reporter said he would, but he sat\\nin a game that night just the same.\\nSpeaking of bluffs recalls a story that illustrates\\nthe old adage that there is an exception to every\\nrule. It is the rule in poker that friendship ceases\\nwhen the game begins. No matter how much pre-\\nliminary chaff and chatter may go on before or dur-\\ning the game, the true player must steel his heart\\nto the fact that the fellow on the opposite side of\\nthe table is his antagonist, and must not be shown\\nany mercy. Of course it is all right to give him\\na loan outside, but any signs of leniency toward\\nhim during the game might well rouse a suspicion\\nof collusion. Yet there are times\\nIn the 8o s when all Dakota was on the boom,\\nthe sporting fraternity held high carnival. The\\nboom burst, or faded, or settled down into an en-\\nduring prosperity, whichever way you choose to\\nlook at it, but it was lively while it lasted. Not\\nthat everybody made money. Oh, no There are\\nsome men who have an unhappy faculty of always\\narriving too late, or of landing on the back of their\\nnecks when everybody else is on his feet. Among\\nthis sort of driftwood was one Harry Charlton,\\nfrom somewhere in the East.\\nHe had about five thousand dollars when he left\\nhome, and by all rights he ought to have made a\\nheap of money in buying and selling lots, but\\nsomehow he managed to always get the short end", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. 183\\nof the bargain. The result was his pile steadily\\ndiminished, and when he finally drifted into Fargo,\\nhe was pretty well discouraged. After looking over\\nthe ground for a week, he concluded that he would\\ngo into some respectable business, say, a grocery.\\nHe did not know anything about groceries ex-\\ncept in a general way, but he had a thousand dol-\\nlars and could get credit for as much more, and\\nwith an experienced clerk well, you know how a\\nman will persuade himself in such cases. So Charl-\\nton rented a store, paid a month s rent in advance,\\nand negotiated for a fine stock of groceries.\\nWhile he was waiting for the men to fix up his\\nstore, he got acquainted, no difficult matter in\\nthose days, and among his new friends was Major\\nEdwards, the well known newspaper proprietor of\\nFargo, w^ho was known all over the State. Ed-\\nwards gave Charlton a pufY for his grocery store,\\nand in a few days they became quite chummy.\\nThis was not to be wondered at since Maje as\\neverybody called him was the soul of good na-\\nture and Charlton was a bright and educated\\nyoung man, with pleasant ways.\\nAs may be imagined it did not take Charlton\\nlong to get into a poker game in fact he got into\\none every night. He was just a fair, ordinary\\nplayer, but inclined to recklessness and not an\\nadept at hiding his feelings. He would have been\\npie for a professional, and he knew it, but he felt", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "1 84 JACK POTS.\\nsafe in following where Maje led a man who would\\nnot cheat or tolerate any crooked work in others.\\nOn Monday morning Charlton was to open his\\nnew store, and on Saturday night he was sitting at\\na round table with four other choice spirits, hav-\\ning a parting seance, because, although he did not\\nsay so to the others, he had told himself that really\\nhe ought to settle down into a respectable man of\\nbusiness, and leave such frivolities to men who had\\nno stake in the country. And while he was about\\nit, he enjoyed himself to the utmost.\\nThe game see-sawed for a couple of hours, and\\nthen everything went Charlton s w^ay. As the say-\\ning goes, if he drew to a steamboat he could catch\\na river. If he had been a professional he would\\nhave broken every other man at the table, but it\\nwas evident that he played more for fun than\\nmoney, and a dozen times he refrained from press-\\ning an advantage where another man would have\\nbeen merciless. As it turned out perhaps it is just\\nas well that he acted in such liberal fashion.\\nAt one o clock two of the players quit the game\\nbroke, and that left Charlton with Maje Edwards\\nand Stanley Huntley (afterwards so well known as\\nSpoopendyke two of the best players in the\\nNorthwest. This is the place where he should have\\nrisen and quit also, but he held on. In less than\\na half hour he was sorrv he didn t.\\nHis luck seemed to have taken wings. It would", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING. 185\\nnot have been so bad if he had .drawn poor hands,\\nInit he kept picking up threes and flushes and even\\nfull hands, only to find that he was held over nearly\\nevery time. The result was that his winnings melted\\nlike snow in the sun.\\nIt was a very painful situation and Charlton\\nfelt a cold chill stealing over him, to be succeeded\\nby a feeling of exasperation, the very w^orst thing\\nthat can happen to a man who wants to win. He\\nbegan to bet recklessly, and try to force his hands\\nto win. Edwards and Huntley at first felt amused\\nand then pitiful, and each hinted more than once\\nat quitting but this only angered the young man.\\nThen there came the crisis. It was Edwards\\ndeal and Charlton s age. Huntley came in on a\\npair of nines, Edwards had a pair of tens and Charl-\\nton a pair of aces. He raised ten dollars before\\nthe draw, and Huntley laid down. Edwards stayed,\\nand he and Charlton both drew three cards. Maje\\ncaught another ten, and Charlton did not help his\\nhand. Huntley, who was lying back easily in his\\nchair, smoking a cigar and watching the fray, said\\nafterward that he could read the fact that Charlton\\nhad failed to help his hand as easily as if the an-\\nnouncement had been written on his face. If Ed-\\nwards dia not ixaJ it likewise he must have forgot-\\nten his cunning.\\nChip -aid Mr.je.\\nTen rtr!!-..-. V -der, said Charlton.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "i86 JACK POTS.\\nTwenty more, retorted Maje, placidly.\\nCharlton came back with twenty more, and Ed-\\nwards after contemplating him for a minute out the\\ncurner of his eye, Ufted the pot a single dollar.\\nI advise you to call, he said, quietly.\\nNot on this hand, said Charlton, with a great\\nattempt at steadiness of manner. I m going to\\nwin enough on this hand to stock my new grocery\\nstore.\\nAnd if you lose there will not be any grocery\\nstore, observed Huntley, smilingly.\\nCharlton gave a little nervous start but pulled\\nhimself together very quickly, and going down\\ninto his clothes, pulled out a wad that represented\\nevery cent he possessed, as he had paid out very\\nlittle cash on his new venture. He counted off note\\nafter note until he had a stack before him.\\nRaise you six hundred dollars, he said, boldly.\\nWhew! whistled Huntley, while Maje Ed-\\nwards leaned back in his chair and looked at Charl-\\nton with a twinkle in his eye.\\nCharlton felt himself getting sick under that\\npiercing gaze. He realized when too late that\\nMaje had him sized up, and that he was beaten.\\nAt the same time it came to him with terrible force\\nthat his grocery store was going to be knocked\\non the head, or else he must go heavily in debt.\\nIt would have been a relief to have been able to\\nkick himself for his freshness, but he bitterly told", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "ABOUT BLUFFING.\\n187\\nhimself that he would have plenty of time for that.\\nJust now he had to keep a stifY upper lip, and take\\nkis medicine like a man.\\nIt seemed an interminable time until Edwards\\ndid anything. He took a fresh cigar from his\\npocket, lit it, took a half dozen pufTs, looked at\\nCharlton through the smoke, and then said slowly,\\nWhen did you say the store will open?\\nMonday morning, answered Charlton,\\n-_ through his teeth, w^ith an\\ninward curse at what he re-\\ngarded as playing with his\\n_^_ feelings as a\\ncat does with a\\nmouse.\\nHum, said\\nEdwards. Then\\nhe fingered his\\ncards again,\\nand slowly laid\\nthem on the\\ntable. Well,\\nI guess you\\nhave the bet-\\nt e r hand.\\nThree tens are\\ngenerally good, but not to-night.\\nThen he threw his hand into the deck, arose and\\nput on his hat.\\nWhen did you say the store would open?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "1 88 JACK POTS.\\nWe might as well quit, Eh, Huntley? he\\nsaid.\\nHuntley assented and as they turned to go they\\nlooked back at Charlton. He had gathered the\\nmoney into his pockets and had his chips in his\\nhands ready to have them cashed, and he said noth-\\ning until he and the others went through that nec-\\nessary performance in the bar room.\\nThen he got between Huntley and Edwards and\\nsaid with a very unsteady voice\\nI m a tenderfoot, but I m not entirely green. I\\nknow just what you did to me to-night. Before I\\nsat down I made a sort of vow that I would not\\nplay again, and now I m going to keep it. But\\nbefore I quit, I want to say that I never can ex-\\npress my gratitude\\nHere, here, said Maje, hastily. I don t know\\nwhat you re talking about. Come along, Huntley.\\nGoodnight, Charlton. Let me know when you\\nget settled and I ll send a man down to write up\\nyour place.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIII.\\nTOM Custer s luck a girl makes the best draw on\\nRECORD HOW A TOWNSITE WAS WON ON TWO\\nDEUCES LUCKY BALDWIN S BIG PLAY\\nThere is no end to queer luck tales in poker an-\\nnals, which is not to be wondered at since poker\\nis made up so largely of luck. The saying: Tt s\\nall in the draw/ has passed into a proverb, al-\\nthough it isn t exactly true, yet it is true enough\\nto tempt many a player to his ruin. Careful tables\\nhave been prepared showing what the chances are\\nof catching certain fillers to pairs, two pairs, flushes\\nand so forth, and we are assured that the player\\nwho studies these chances and plays accordingly,\\nw^ill win more than the fellows who play without\\nany rule, and just come in because they feel like\\nit. That may all be true, although I do not think\\nthe system has ever been tested, and everybody\\nknows thiat the system player in faro is generally\\nstanding around the table looking at the other\\nplayers and wishing some one would stake him.\\nTo put it in effect would be to eliminate all those\\ndelightful slices of luck that drag a man into the\\ngame when he has only a pair of deuces and he\\nknows to a moral certainty that the other fellow\\nhas at least two pairs.\\n189", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "I90 JACK POTS.\\nCaptain Tom Custer, who, with his famous\\nbrother General Custer, was slaughtered on the\\nLittle Big Horn, was a dashing poker player. He\\nplayed without any apparent style or reason, some-\\ntimes coming in on the most ridiculous hands\\nsuch as a nine and ten, or standing a raise on three\\ncards of a suit, in hope of catching two more to\\nmake a flush and he made them win often enough\\nto cause remark. He used to make the remark,\\nhalf true, that he would a little rather start out\\nwith nothing in his hand, because then he had a\\nbetter chance in the draw.\\nThe Seventh Cavalry was a great poker playing\\norganization, from the general down to the pri-\\nvate, and Captain Tom didn t miss many games,\\nwhen he was off duty. He did not win all the time\\nbut the other players always knew he was in the\\ngame.\\nOne night a party of four were playing, and\\nCuster had been playing his usual reckless game.\\nFinally it came to a hand where there was consid-\\nerable at stake, Custer having raised two or three\\ntimes with nothing in his hand. When it came to\\nthe draw he skinned his hand and found nothing\\nbetter than the six, seven and ten of spades, the\\nfour of clubs and the jack of diamonds. He threw\\naway the club and diamond and asked for two\\ncards.\\nIt is the rule in poker that on the original deal", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK.\\n191\\nif a card is faced the receiver must take it, ])ut in\\nthe draw if a card is faced he cannot take it, but\\nmust receive another in its stead. He picked up\\nthe cards as they were dealt to him, and the first\\nwas the eight of clubs. As he reached out for the\\nnext card it struck his hand in such a way as to\\nturn it over, and there lay the king of Spades\\nCuster ripped out an oath, he was so exasperated\\nat his bad luck, and of course gave away his hand\\nin so doing. He got a roar of laughter in return,\\nas another card\\nwas dealt him,\\nwhich he received\\nin sulky silence.\\nThen the bet-\\nting began and\\nwhen it came\\naround to Custer\\nhe raised every-\\nbody. Of course\\nhe was chased\\nup, but he kept\\ncoming until the\\nothers were\\nforced to call\\n-r-\u00c2\u00ab 1 Each was confident that Custer was bluffing.\\nhim. liach man\\nhad a stiff hand and each was confident that Custer\\nwas bluf^ng, out of sheer rage.\\nThe instant he was called his expression of", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "192 JACK POTS.\\ngloom changed to a grim smile, and he laid his\\ncards on the table face upward. They were the\\nsix, seven, eight, nine and ten of spades. After\\nlosing the king by mischance, he had actually\\ncaught the nine, giving him a straight flush\\nThat game ended right there, it being conceded\\nthat the devil himself could not beat that luck.\\nThis, however, isn t a marker to the story of a\\ngirl s luck in the draw.\\nIt was a rather long voyage from Rio Janeiro to\\nNew York on the old Brazilian Line, and there\\nwere only nine passengers in the first cabin on the\\noccasion when this wonderful game occurred.\\nAmong them was a pale, delicate and very nervous\\nyoung man who was accompanied by his sister, and\\na solid, phlegmatic individual of about fifty years\\nof age.\\nAbout five days before the ship reached home,\\nthese two men got to playing freeze out in the\\nsmoking room. The game started with dollar\\nstacks, just to pass away the time, as so many\\ngames start, but as the nervous man lost steadily\\nhe wanted a chance to get even, and they decided\\non a ten dollar limit.\\nNow everybody knows that a lot of money can\\ngo across the table in a ten dollar limit game if the\\ncards keep running the same way, and if ever a\\nman had a run of hard luck it was the pale, deli-\\ncate chap. No matter what he held the solid man", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 193\\nbeat him by a spot or two, and the worst of it\\nwas that the hands were always too good to lay\\ndown without a struggle. He had a queen full\\nbeaten by four fives, and a king high flush of\\nspades by an ace high flush of diamonds. It did\\nnot seem natural that bad luck should run one way\\nso persistently in a perfectly square game, but it\\ndid, and the game was square beyond the shadow\\nof a doubt.\\nThe last night out from New York the young\\nman was out $1,000, and there came the crisis, as\\nit is bound to come in every game. And, as in so\\nmany other cases, it was a jack pot that started\\nthe ruction. This one started at five dollars and\\ncrept up and up with each deal, until all the chips\\nwere in the middle of the table, and still neither\\nthe nervous young man nor his stolid opponent\\ncould get openers.\\nEveryone of the cabin passengers was inside\\nwatching the game, but not one knew just what a\\nstate of anxiety that nervous young man was in\\nexcept his sister, and she was about as much\\nwrought up as he was. She would have been more\\nso if she had known that the roll of bills that he\\nnow pulled from his pocket contained all the\\nmoney he had in the world. The stolid man also\\nproduced a wallet from his pocket and laid it in\\nfront of him.\\nThey kept dealing and passing for fully twenty", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "194 JACK POTS.\\nminutes, while every one was breathing hard and\\nstaring at the cards as if the fortunes of empire de-\\npended on the deal. The stolid man, however, was\\nas cool as the conventional cucumber, and seemed\\nto be perfectly indifferent as to what became of the\\nmass of money in front of him. Finally the young\\nman rose from the table on his opponent s deal.\\nI have heard that there s luck in a new player,\\nhe said. If you ve no objection, deal this hand to\\nmy sister.\\nCertainly, assented the stolid man; and the\\ngirl, her face flushed with excitement, took her\\nbrother s seat.\\nThe stolid man dealt the cards and the girl, in\\nthe mincing way peculiar to women in parlor\\ngames, picked up each card in succession, and held\\nthem so that her brother, who stood directly be-\\nhind her chair, and everybody else near by could\\ndistinctly see them. The first card was an ace, the\\nsecond an ace, the third was a queen, the fourth\\nan ace, and the fifth was an ace. Four aces and a\\nqueen and a thousand dollars in the pot\\nOpen it, whispered her brother, and play it\\nfor all the money.\\nShe opened the pot for ten dollars and the stolid\\nindividual promptly raised her ten. He was raised\\nin return, and the nervous man suggested that the\\nlimit be taken off. The proposition was accepted,\\nand in an incredibly short time all the young man s", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 195\\nmoney, amounting to about a thousand dollars,\\nwas in the center of the table, together with an\\nequal amount of his opponent s cash.\\nCards, if any? politely asked the dealer.\\nThe young lady, throwing her four aces exposed\\non the table, answered Four, and quick as a\\nflash, four cards off the top of the pack, lay in front\\nof her.\\nNo one who witnessed the scene will ever forget\\nit. The young man only said Oh but it was like\\nreading a death warrant. Then, pale and tremb-\\nling, he staggered to the door and went out on the\\ndeck, and it is a mercy he did not throw himself\\noverboard.\\nOf course the girl had to take the four cards\\ndealt her. She explained her apparent streak of\\nidiocy by saying that in her excitement she had\\ngot the game mixed with old maid, and as the aces\\nmatched of course she had to discard them. This\\nleft her with the queen, and she seemed to feel\\ndreadfully for a moment that she would be an old\\nmaid. When she had finished explaining, and\\nlooked around and saw the expression on the spec-\\ntators faces, she for the first time realized what she\\nhad done.\\nAll the money was up by this time, and it was a\\nshow down, so the girl picked up the four cards\\nthat had been dealt her, and slowly turned them\\nover.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "196\\nJACK POTS.\\nThere were three more queens among them!\\nThe stolid man held a small full and politely passed\\nthe money over to her. Then she went on the deck\\nto find her\\nbrother, and he\\nacted Uke a\\nman saved\\nfrom the gal-\\nlows when she\\npassed the\\nmoney over to\\nhim. That was\\nprobably the\\nluckiest draw\\non record.\\nIn pretty\\nnearly all these\\nstories of big\\nluck the hands\\nchronicled are\\nalso big. As a\\nrule, it is four\\naces or a\\nstraight flush\\nthat takes the\\npot anything\\nstory. Now, as\\nstakes are very\\nPale and trembling he staggered to the door and\\nwent out on the deck.\\nless would seem to spoil\\na matter of fact, the\\nrarely won on big hands\\nthe\\nbiggest\\nOf course, a real big", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 197\\nhand, like fours of anything will generally get the\\npot, but there is more than likely to be nothing\\nout against it except a pair or two, and the fours\\nwin no more than three little ones would have\\ndone. Then again it has happened very frequently\\nthat large pots have been raked in on very small\\nhands.\\nBack in the 50 s, when the northern portion of\\nthe Territory of Dakota was hardly more than a\\nbleak waste of uncultivated ground, the town of\\nPembina was founded by Enos Stutsman, a man\\nas remarkable for his eccentricities as he was for\\nhis physical deformity. He emigrated to Dakota\\nfrom the huckleberry districts of Connecticut and\\nlocated in the upper Red River Valley, where he\\nfiled and proved up on 320 acres of land, which was\\nthe ground on which Pembina now stands.\\nStutsman had the head and body of a giant, but\\nhis legs were hardly more than a foot long, and he\\nwas unable to travel without the aid of two short\\nand powerful crutches. He was a shrewd, calcu-\\nlating fellow and soon became a recognized leader\\namong the handful of emigrants who had taken up\\ntheir claims in his neighborhood. As a political\\ndiplomat he never had his equal in the territory,\\nand for four consecutive sessions he was chairman\\nof the council in the upper branch of the territorial\\nlegislature. He was also one of the most famous\\ndraw poker players in the territory.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "198 JACK POTS.\\nAmong Stutsman s close friends he numbered a\\npioneer named Judd La Moure, who owned a Hue\\nof stage coaches running between Grand Forks\\nand Pembina. The advent of the railroads killed\\nJudd s coach line finally, and he settled down into\\na profitable grocery business in Pembina.\\nIt was these two men who played one of the\\nstiffest games of poker that was ever played in the\\nTerritory. The combat came off in the old Levee\\nHotel in Yankton in 1862, and it lasted from 10\\no clock on Friday morning to 3 o clock on Sunday\\nmorning. During its progress the people of the\\ntown assembled in the hotel and watched the two\\nmen as they fought with the tenacity of bulldogs\\nover the pile of red, white and blue chips. The\\nlegislature was in session at the time, and as Stuts-\\nman, who was chairman of the Council, refused to\\nleave the game, that branch of the legislature ad-\\njourned until the following Monday, and the mem-\\nbers watched the game to the finish.\\nEarly in the game Stutsman s luck was wonder-\\nfully good and he played with a recklessness that\\nsurprised everyone. Later on, the tide turned\\nagainst him, and the chips began to flow in the di-\\nrection of La Moure, who sat with his slouched hat\\npulled over his eyes watching every move of his\\nopponent. Slowly but surely Stutsman s chips\\nwent over to La Moure s side of the table, and\\nwork what trick or artifice he would, he could not\\nturn them back.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 199\\nMatters went this way until past midnight on\\nSaturday, when Stutsman threw two $500 bills on\\nthe pile of chips in the center of the table and\\ncalled a $1,000 bet made by La Moure. Stutsman\\nheld a king full on queens, and he felt pretty sure\\nthat the pot was his, but when La Moure threw\\ndown his cards there were four deuces.\\nAt this display, Stutsman fairly gritted his teeth\\nand exclaimed\\nTm getting tired of this infernal run of luck.\\nJudd, I tell you what I ll do. You ve won $3,800\\nof my money. If you put up $3,800 more with it\\nI ll stake the town site of Pembina against you, and\\nwill play for it in a lump to win or lose at one\\ndeal.\\nJudd accepted the proposition at once, and the\\ntwo men shook hands to ratify the agreement. The\\nnews spread rapidly, and the crowd around the\\ntable increased to suffocation. After some more\\ntalk it was agreed that the hand should be dealt\\nby E. A. Williams, of Bismarck, the speaker of the\\nHouse of Representatives. The cards were to be\\ndealt face up. When the five cards had been dealt\\neach man was to discard and draw, the cards be-\\ning thrown face up by the dealer as before, and\\nwhen the hands had been dealt, the highest hand\\nwas to take the pot.\\nExcitement ran high as the deal began. To\\nprevent trickery, although no one had any sus-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "200\\nJACK POTS.\\npicion of foul play, Williams was seated in the cen-\\nter of the table with his legs turned under him like\\na Turk, in the full glare of the oil lamp that hung\\nsuspended from the ceiling. The friends of the\\ntwo players crowded around the table and Wil-\\nliams was threatened with summary vengeance if\\nhe should in any manner manipulate the cards so\\nas to give either man an advantage.\\nDeftly Williams shufifled the cards and squaring\\nthem slipped\\none from the\\ntop of the pack\\nand laid it\\nunder La\\nMoure s nose.\\nIt was a deuce\\nof clubs. Stuts-\\nman caught\\nthe queen of\\nspades. The\\nnext card\\ncame off and Judd got an-\\nother deuce. The four spot\\nof spades turned up under\\nStutsman s nose and his brow\\nwrinkled a little. Again the\\ncards fell and Judd placed the ace of diamonds be-\\nside his two deuces while the jack of spades looked\\nup into Stutsman s face. Once more the dealer laid\\nThe game was over.\\nJudd had won.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 201\\ndown the cards and Judd claimed the queen of\\nclubs while his opponent caught the ace of spades.\\nStutsman s face began to brighten. He saw the\\npossibility of making a flush but the next card to\\nhim was a heart. However Judd had not bettered\\nhis hand and had to draw three cards to his two\\ndeuces.\\nStutsman s friends tried to persuade him to draw\\nfour cards to the ace but he wouldn t listen to\\nthem, and discarding the heart, he drew one card,\\nhoping to fill the flush. The onlookers were wild\\nwhen Williams threw three cards to Judd. They\\nfell face up the queen of clubs, jack of diamonds\\nand ten spot of clubs. He had not bettered his\\nhand, and his opponent smiled grimly as he saw\\nhow severely fortune must snub him now if she\\nfailed to bring him a winning hand for if he paired\\nany of the four cards he held he must beat Judd s\\nhand; besides, there was a possibility of his filling\\nthe flush. Judd, on his part, had evidently lost\\nhope. He rested his arms on the table and dog-\\ngedly watched Williams as he turned to Stutsman\\nand slipped a card from the pack. All stretched\\ntheir necks to catch sight of the card. It was the\\neight of clubs.\\nThe game w^as over. Judd had won, and as he\\nshoved his hand over the table to Stutsman the\\nlatter grasped it and shook it as if he had forgotten\\nthat it had played havoc with his fortunes. He", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "203 JACK POTS.\\nkept his word and deeded the 320 acres of land\\nto La Moure.\\nLa Moure sold a large portion of the land, and\\nrealized many thousands of dollars, especially when\\nthe railroads gave Pembina a boomi Stutsman died,\\nin 1880, and was buried in the cemetery on the\\nhillside half a mile north of Pembina. The only\\nmonument to his memory is the County of Stuts-\\nman.\\nA story of luck at poker would not be complete\\nwithout some reference to Lucky Baldwin of the\\nPacific Slope, although, from all accounts, such\\nhappenings must have been ordinary occurrences\\nto him.\\nBanker Ralston sat in this game, and the betting\\nbefore the draw had been very heavy. All fell out\\nbut the banker and Baldwin. The latter had three\\nqueens, and, with that peculiar hunch which he\\nseemed to possess, he sized his opponent up for\\nthree aces. Now, even with two aces it would be\\na difBcult matter to bluff Ralston out of a pot\\nand with three aces it would be impossible. He\\nmust outdraw him or else lay down.\\nRalston drew two cards he had three aces, as\\nBaldwin had guessed and Baldwin hesitated\\nwhether he should take one or two cards. Finally,\\nhe held up a king to his three queens, and drew\\none card. He skinned the cards in an anxiety he\\nhad never felt before and to his great joy beheld", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "TOM CUSTER S LUCK. 203\\nthe smiling face of another queen. He said after-\\nwards that a woman s face had never looked so\\nsweet before.\\nThere was $22,000 in the pot. Ralston had\\ndrawn a pair of jacks, making an ace full, and his\\nface betrayed his luck. Baldwin meditated, hesi-\\ntated, coughed, and squeezed his cards from time\\nto time. It was a critical moment. He knew he\\nhad the banker beaten the only question was how\\nto play the cards to produce the most revenue.\\nIt was Ralston s first bet. He thought a mo-\\nment and then bet a single chip, which in this case\\nmeant $10. Baldwin immediately bet $30,000.\\nRalston eyed him in surprise, and started to raise\\nthe bet as much more, and then something caused\\nhim to pause. He fingered his cards for quite a\\nwhile, and then called the bet.\\nBaldwin displayed his cards and raked in the\\npot. As he did so he remarked That was one\\nof the luckiest draws I ever made, and one of the\\npoorest plays. If I had raised you about a thou-\\nsand dollars you w^ould have come back at me with\\nabout thirty thousand, and then I could have given\\nyou a lift that you would have had to call.\\nYes, that is so, responded Ralston, dryly. I\\nam very glad you did not think of it.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIV.\\nSIX CARDS IN ONE HAND TWO GAMES WHEREIN SIX\\nCARDS FIGURED WHAT BECAME OF THE\\nEXTRA ONE.\\nIt is interesting to note the various ways in\\nwhich players pick up the cards that are dealt\\nthem. One man will take them up one by one as\\nthey come, another will take them by twos or\\nthrees, and another will not take up the cards until\\nall have been dealt. Then he will make a book\\nout of the five cards, and squeeze the corners down\\napart carefully, evidently enjoying the prospect as\\nit unfolds. To a man who is set in his ways in this\\nrespect, it is regarded as rank bad luck to depart\\nfrom it. There is, however, a reason why the cards\\nshould be picked up in a certain way, and the pref-\\nerable way is one by one. The reason is that it\\navoids the possibility of receiving too few or too\\nmany cards in a deal and of being ruled out on\\nthat account. One of the most painful incidents\\nof the game is to get started in the betting and then\\ndiscover that you have six cards. Before the draw\\nit might be possible to get rid of the extra card,\\nbut after the draw it is only possible to lay down\\nlike a little man.\\nA Chicago drummer tells an interesting tale of\\n204", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND. 205\\nhow six cards nearly brought him to grief, and it\\nmay serve as a moral warning to careless players.\\n1 was doing Wisconsin and Alichigan for a\\nhardware firm, and having a little fun on the way.\\nBy that I mean that I managed to put m a night\\nhere and there at the great American game. After\\na man has been on the road two or three years, cov~\\nering the same territory, if he is any sort of a\\ncongenial fellow, he is bound to make the acquain-\\ntance of a half dozen good chaps in every town of\\nimportance, and they will make it pleasant for him\\non the occasions when he has to take the train at\\nsomewhere between one and three a. m. and it\\ndoesn t pay to go to bed.\\n0n one of these occasions I was in the upper\\npeninsula. I had done the town, whose name T\\nwon t mention, because I don t want to cause any\\nhard feelings, and I found myself with three hours\\non my hands, that there was no use wasting in\\nsleep.\\nThe night clerk, who had to stay up anyway,\\nwas one of the party, and early in the evening he\\nagreed to round up three other young sports with\\nwhom I had several tilts on previous trips, but as\\nluck would have it, there was a sleighing party\\non the boards, and the young bloods were booked\\nfor an outing with three of the prettiest girls in\\ntown, and I couldn t blame them when they sent\\nword that they d .see me blowed first. Of course", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "2o6 JACK POTS.\\nit wasn t any killing matter but I showed my dis-\\nappointnfent, so the clerk suggested that he sound\\nsome of the transients, and thus make up a party.\\nI assented, and along about ten o clock the\\nclerk and I were sitting down in a small room off\\nthe office in company with Mr. Close of Saginaw\\nand Mr. Wilson of Duluth. These two gentlemen\\nwere probably traveling in Michigan in midwinter\\nfor their health at least I never heard what was\\ntheir business, and the clerk was no wiser and\\nwere willing to devote a few hours to shuffling the\\npapers, although they had to confess that it had\\nbeen so long since they touched a card, that really,\\netc.\\nT had heard that kind of talk before, and it al-\\nways gave me a pain. It either means that the\\nman is a fellow who doesn t know the first thing\\nabout poker, or else he is a clumsy sharper trying\\nto throw one off his guard. Mr. Wilson and Mr.\\nClose looked like a couple of tough lumbermen,\\njust come into a fortune, coarse in appearance and\\nspeech, and I took an instinctive dislike to both.\\nBut I was in for it, and I couldn t very well de-\\ncline to play with them after in a measure inviting\\nthem to meet me, so I drew up my chair with a\\ncordial air, and we fell to.\\nThe clerk was a slow and careful player, who\\ndid not bluff, or get excited, or do anything but\\nchip along until he got threes or better, and then", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND. 207\\nplay himself even for what he had anted away. He\\nnever got any particular fun out of the game, and,\\nin fact, he never played except to make up the\\ngame as on occasions like the one I am describing.\\nWilson and Close, I soon found, played a very stiff\\ngame, with plenty of bluffing, and yet changed\\ntheir style so often that I soon realized that I was\\nup against som.ething more than ordinary.\\nI wasn t kicking against their skill, because I ve\\nconceit enough to think that I can hold my own in\\nfast company, and I had just about began to admit\\nto myself that I was having a pleasant time when it\\ndawned upon me that these two men were sharpers,\\nand would fleece me if they could. I don t know\\nwhat opened my eyes, but it came on me like a\\nflash. They were not experts by any means, I\\nmade up my mind, but they would bear close\\nwatching.\\nAnd watch them I did, and without much at-\\ntempt at concealment, so that I felt certain that\\nthey could not ring in a cold deck on me, or\\nslip a card. But you know it is a big strain to\\nkeep up that sort of thing for hours, and I was\\nmighty glad to think that I didn t have to make a\\nwhole night of it.\\nWell, the game went on without the sharpers\\ngetting in any of their fine work so far as I could\\nsee, until it came half past twelve, and then I\\nsuddenly announced that I could play only one", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "2o8 JACK POTS.\\nmore round, as I had to take the 1 105 a. m. I\\nsaw them exchange a quick glance, and I won-\\ndered what they would try on. As it happened\\nthey caught me on a trick that was brand new to\\nme.\\nIt was Wilson s deal, and I got two kings. The\\ncards may have been stacked, but the deal looked\\nfair enough. The clerk threw up his hand accord-\\ning to his usual custom, and Close stayed and\\nraised before the draw. Wilson came back at him,\\nand as I was between them the} led me a dance\\nfor a few minutes. Then I was allowed to draw\\ncards, and I asked for three.\\nT watched Wilson closely, and felt certain that\\nhe took the cards off the top of the pack. He\\ntook them off in a bunch, and I received them\\nin the same way, and placed them at the back of\\nmy two kings. I saw that Close got three and\\nthat Wilson took the same number himself, and\\nthen I waited to see what was going to happen, as\\nI felt certain that something would happen.\\n*Tt was my age, and Close had the first say. He\\nbet ten dollars. Wilson raised him ten. I pinched\\ndown my cards until I saw another king and then\\nI lifted it twenty. Close promptly raised a hun-\\ndred dollars, and Wilson laid down, with a poorly\\npretended oath of disappointment. It was up to\\nme, and I knew that the dark secret was about to\\nbe revealed. And so it was!", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND. 209\\nI peeled down my cards still further and dis-\\nclosed to my delighted eyes a fourth king.\\nMerely to give myself time to think I looked at the\\nfifth card and saw an ace. That made me as solid\\nas a rock as we were not playing straight flushes.\\nI began to wonder why fortune was so kind to\\nme, when suddenly I made an alarming discovery.\\nI had another card Wilson had given me four\\ncards instead of three, and the way I took them\\nI had not noticed the extra card.\\nI could have kicked myself for my carelessness,\\nand I had no doubt it was premeditated on Wil-\\nson s part. I hadn t more than thirty-five dollars\\nin the pot, and I might have thrown up my cards,\\nbut it riled me to think that I had watched these\\nfellows so successfully so long, and then to let\\nthem get away with me.\\nIt didn t take more than five seconds to think\\nall that and then I came to a sudden resolution.\\nI would meet trickery with trickery. I fingered\\nmy cards until I got the ace between my thumb\\nand finger, and then while asking How much?\\nI dropped the ace on my knee. Then I saw Close s\\nraise and tilted it ten more. He promptly came\\nback with another hundred.\\nThen I began to feel sorry for myself. The\\nace laid on my knee in plain sight, and how to\\nret rid of it I couldn t imasfine. The men knew\\nI had a sixth card, and would be sure to look for", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "2IO JACK POTS.\\nit when it was missed. And here I was a hundred\\ndollars deeper in the hole. And time was flying.\\nIt was a cold night, but it was warm enough in\\nthe room, because it was heated by a large box\\nstove that burned wood, and the room was small.\\nA few moments before the clerk had opened the\\nstove door to reduce the heat somew^hat, and I\\nwas so close to it that my foot almost touched it.\\nI looked down again and saw that the ace had\\nslipped down my leg and was resting on the tip\\nof my boot.\\nI never was a sleight of hand performer, but I\\ndid a very neat trick just then. Without turning\\nmy head, although I could see the card out of\\nthe corner of my eye, I tossed that card directly\\nin the fire box, and then, without a tremor, I\\nlooked Close in the eye, and said\\nTve got you beat bad, but I have to catch a\\ntrain as I told you, and besides this is only a\\nfriendly game, and I don t want to leave any hard\\nfeelings behind. So I ll just call that bet. What\\nhave you got?\\nThree tens and a pair of eights, he replied,\\nas he laid his hand face upward on the table.\\nFour kings, I said, briefly, and I exposed my\\ncards.\\nAs I expected Close was on his feet in an in-\\nstant, with Wilson by his side. I pretended to not\\n:ee their excitement, and began to rake in the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND.\\n21 I\\nwinnings. Fortunately I had the clerk on my side,\\nand he was a big husky fellow, equal to three ordi-\\nnary men.\\nI think, said Close, that you have a foul\\nhand. He turned over the cards, and, of course,\\nfound only five. It was amusing to see the look he\\nturned on his partner, and the embarrassment of\\nthat worthy.\\nThen Close walked around to my side of the\\ntable and looked on\\nthe floor. Of course\\nno card was visible,\\nbecause the ashes of\\nthe ace were\\nsmouldering in\\nthe stove. He\\ngave another\\nwithering look\\nat Wilson, but\\nwhat could Wilson do? He\\ncouldn t say that he had given\\nme six cards, for that would\\nreveal his perfidy. And there\\nwas the clerk, who wouldn t stand in for any foul\\nplay.\\nI tell you I enjoyed the situation to the utmost.\\nThe two men walked around and muttered and\\ngrowled, while I tucked away the good money,\\nand the clerk cashed my chips, and then I turned\\nI pretended not to see the\\nexcitement and began to\\nrake in the winnings.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "2 12 JACK POTb.\\nto go. But I could not refrain from a parting\\nshot.\\nDorsey, I said to the clerk, you should al-\\nways see that the cards you furnish are straight.\\nI have noticed several times to-night that the cards\\nstuck together, and I was afraid that I might get\\ntoo many cards in the draw\\\\ You ought to see\\nto that.\\nThen I passed out to catch my train, several\\nhundred dollars richer, and with the calm con-\\nsciousness of a duty well performed. When I got\\nback to that town on my next trip, the clerk told\\nme that the two men had a monkey and a parrot\\ntime over the afTair, each accusing the other of be-\\ntraying him. The clerk, who had not the least\\nidea what it was all about, listened in amazement,\\nand of course could not give them any satisfaction.\\nBut when I told him what had really happened he\\nexpressed keen regret that he had not known it in\\ntime to help them out of the hotel on the toe of\\nhis boot.\\nAnother story about six cards dates back to the\\nearly and halcyon days of Colorado, Nevada and\\nCalifornia, when everybody w^as either prospecting\\nfor gold or speculating in real estate. Money was\\nvery plentiful, and much of it was spent with an\\nabandon that would have done credit to the Count\\nof Monte Cristo. Pretty nearly everyone gam-\\nbled more or less and poker was the favorite game", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND. 213\\nfrom Ah Sin up to the bonanza kings. One of the\\nbest business blocks in Denver is or was owned\\nby a man who laid the foundation of a big fortune\\nwith money won at cards, and many of the high\\nrollers who have taken a hand in the games where\\nhe held cards have quit sadder but wiser by reason\\nof their experience.\\nEven when Denver was but a small place it was\\nthe rendezvous for many skilled players. There\\nwas a banker living in Denver at that time, of the\\nname of Cook, who had an abundance of cash, and\\nwho was a famous poker player.\\nHe was also a rare good fellow, noted -for his\\nliberality. Jerome B. Chafifee, at one time United\\nStates Senator from Colorado, with two or three\\nothers who used to play with Cook a great, deal,\\none night concocted a little scheme by which they\\nfigured they could have a great deal of fun at\\nCook s expense, and at the same time get a cham-\\npagne supper out of him.\\nSo ChafTee and his companions, who had plenty\\nof money, and who had been caught in a good\\nmany jack pots that Cook had opened and won\\narranged among themselves that the very next\\ntime they played with Cook they would show him\\na trick he would not forget in a hurry. The scheme\\nwas to open a pot and if Cook stayed to deal him\\nenough cards to make six in all and if he stayed\\non a pair he was to get four aces. Then, when", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "214 JACK POTS.\\nthe pot had reached a goodly size, to call him,\\nmake him show his six cards, have the laugh at his\\nexpense, and after giving him back his share of\\nthe money in the pot, make him set up the cham-\\npagne. It generally made Cook very mad to lose\\na pot of any considerable size, and they knew that\\nif they made this pot a very large one his wrath\\nwould be very amusing to witness.\\nThe day at last arrived, when they were all to-\\ngether in Cook s office, and Chaffee suggested a\\ngame of poker to while away the afternoon, which\\nw^as a stormy one. Cook assented, little dreaming\\nof the good time which was to be had at his e5c-\\npense.\\nThe cards were dealt and the game went on for\\nnearly an hour. before the trap was sprung. Chaf-\\nfee opened a jack pot on three kings. Cook stayed\\non a pair of jacks and called for three cards. He\\ngot four aces. It dawned upon him that some-\\nthing was up, but he did not quite grasp the situ-\\nation, and w^hen he did he was in pretty deep.\\nChaffee had drawn two cards, and he bet the\\nlimit. Cook raised him. The others stayed for\\nthree or four rounds just to swell the pot, and then\\nCook and Chaffee had it back and forth. The bet-\\nting continued until there was an even ten thou-\\nsand dollars in the pot, when Chaffee called Cook\\nand made him show down his cards.\\nCook threw four aces and a jack on the table and", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "SIX CARDS IN ONE HAND. 215\\nStarted to rake in the pot. The man who had\\ndealt objected, stating that he saw Cook with six\\ncards in his hand. The others added that they also\\nsaw Cook with six cards.\\nProve it, then, cried Cook. T did not deal\\nyou dealt, and if you gave me six cards, where are\\nthey?\\nChaffee and his companions at once inaugurated\\nthe most rigid search for the missing jack. They\\nlooked under tables, in drawers everywhere a\\ncard could possibly get. They made Cook dis-\\nrobe which he did without objection, and subjected\\nhim to the most careful examination, but the card\\ncould not be found.\\nThis was a stunner. Cook had not moved dur-\\ning the game, and they were sure of the six cards,\\nbut where was the other jack? At all events it\\nwas not to be found, and Cook asserted he had\\nbut five cards, and expressed the greatest in-\\ndignation at their doubts. He also held on to the\\nmoney like grim death.\\nTo say the w^ould-be jokers were crestfallen\\nwould be putting it mildly. It was not so funny\\nas they had figured out in advance, and for a week\\nthey vented their feelings by alternately laughing\\nand swearing at the way Cook had turned the\\ntables on them. To add to the aggravation, every\\ntime Cook met them he put on an injured air, as\\nif he could hardly bring himself to forgive them\\nfor suspecting him of anything wrong.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "2i6 JACK POTS.\\nCook, as he used to relate afterward with great\\nglee, got the six cards all right, but under cover\\nof taking a chew of fine cut tobacco, of which he\\nwas very fond, got the extra jack in his mouth,\\nchewed it to a pulp and swallowed it, tobacco and\\nall. He said he guessed he could risk swallowing\\na chew of tobacco and a little pasteboard for ten\\nthousand dollars, even if it did make him a little\\nsick. At any rate, he thought the other fellows\\nwere a great deal sicker than he was.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XV.\\nPOKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE BIG BETTING ON\\nSMALL HANDS HOW THREE KLONDIKERS\\nPLAYED CARDS.\\nThere are plenty of stories about the man who\\nheld four kings and the man who came back at\\nhim with four aces, and kings and aces are the\\nleading features of the poker-story teller s reper-\\ntoire. It seems to be assumed that the average\\nplayer will not bet his hand unless he has at least\\na full house. This w^ill make an old poker player\\nlaugh. He knows that the toughest struggles are\\nfrequently over hands that do not arrive at the\\ndignity of threes. It happens very often that an\\nentire evening will pass without the appearance\\nof fours, and if players waited for these big hands\\nbefore they bet, the game would be a pretty dull\\naffair. The fact is that there seems to be spells\\nwhen the cards run high for a night, and then tht\\nnext night they run low, but the playing runs\\nabout the same, because when the players find that\\nsmall hands are winning pots they begin to bluff on\\npairs or nothing at all.\\nA Colorado expert sizes up the situation w-hen\\nhe says that there is more genuine deviltry in two\\npairs than in aces out of two packs. And there\\n217", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "2i8 JACK 10 S.\\nhas been a mighty lot of poker playing in Colo-\\nrado, and some good poker hands, but very few\\nof the phenomenal sort have gone on record,\\nwhereas two pair or less have created consterna-\\ntion at times.\\nPoker is, and always has been exceedingly pop-\\nular in the Centennial State. Perhaps faro is a lit-\\ntle ahead, because miners are always dead set on\\nfaro, as it gives them such quick action, but then\\nyou can t play faro without a layout and consid-\\nerable flummery, whereas you can play poker any-\\nwhere at anv time.\\nThe amount of stakes has cut a greater figure in\\npoker games in Colorado than the hands held, and\\nthere are instances to prove this, ranging all the\\nway from the man who bet his sleeve buttons to\\nthe magnate who put up his mine.\\nOn the southwest corner of Blake and Sixteenth\\nStreet, in Denver, some years ago there stood\\nand may stand now a two-story brick business\\nblock, bearing some evidence of the flight .of time,\\nyet still sound and solid, and capable of use for\\nyears. In 1870 part of the ground floor of this\\nbuilding was used by the First National Bank, and\\nanother part by Wolfe Londoner as a grocery\\nstore. Overhead were offices, and in one of these\\noffices there occurred one evening in April a re-\\nmarkable poker game.\\nThe owner of the building sat in this game, and", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 219\\nOpposite him was a then prominent Denver man.\\nBoth were prominent in fact since the owner held\\na high executive office in the Territory at that time.\\nThere were five in the game originally, but some-\\nhow they dwindled down to two. At 1 1 130 at\\nnight a large amount of money had changed hands,\\nand things were going bad for the owner of the\\nbuilding. There was no limit, and his opponent\\nhad been putting the gafY to him in lively fashion.\\nAlready there were four bank checks up, but the\\nowner of the block would not be downed by hard\\nluck, and felt confident that fortune would come\\nhis way.\\nHe wanted to know if his building wasn t worth\\n$50,000 and was informed that it was. There-\\nupon he mnde a written agreement to sign it over,\\nand the game went on. Within two hours he lost\\nthe block, and he transferred it the next day. It\\nis said that the only recovery he made from the\\nperson who won it was at another sitting a week\\nlater, when he came out $25,000 ahead. None of\\nthe hands held in this memorable game are on rec-\\nord now, but it is known that not one was re-\\nmarkable.\\nThis game is paralleled by one that comes from\\nLeadville and credited with having been played\\nthere in the winter of 1882. The set-to took place\\nin the Clarendon Hotel, and was participated in by\\ntwo gentlemen who are still residents of Colorado,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "220 JACK POTS.\\nand are both wealthy. At that time they had not\\nmuch money but they had large prospects, and\\namong other things there was a mine in whicli\\neach had an equal share. The money w^as not\\nmuch, at least not much in comparison with what\\nthey afterward possessed, but it w^as enough to\\nmake the game exciting.\\nAnd it was exciting. Hands run low, but they\\nbanged away at each other in lively fashion, and\\nneither one got a pot without playing for it. Fin-\\nally each got a hand that they evidently proposed\\nto stay with. Everything went up chips, cash,\\ntwo gold watches, and, of course, bank checks, and\\nit was only a question of time when they would get\\nto the mine. Finally there came a pause.\\nHave you got anything else, Charley?\\nHow much is the mine worth?\\nI value my interest at $10,000, and I suppose\\nyours is the same.\\nVery w^ell, was the grim reply. I raise you\\nthat.\\nSo the other interest went into the pot and there\\nwas a show down. Charley s winning hand was\\nthree deuces, a four and a five. His opponent held\\na pair of aces and a pair of kings and a three. Cer-\\ntainly neither of these hands could be considered\\nsensational, but they were considered good enough\\nto stake a mine on. This mine, by the way, is now\\nproducing ore valued at about as much per month", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 221\\nas the entire property was worth at the time of the\\npoker game.\\nIn a game played in Denver one July day\\nin 1884, there were four diamond rings, two\\nwatches, two\\npairs of costly\\nsleeve buttons,\\na number of\\nscarf pins and\\n$5,000 in\\nmoney staked\\non one pot. In\\nthis game sat\\nan ex-Governor, a\\nwell known smelter\\nman, a California\\nminer and an East-\\nern Congressman.\\nIt was an old time miners game.\\nThe man from the East scooped in the pot on a\\nsmall straight.\\nSix thousand dollars in nuggets was w^on by a\\nlucky poker player in Denver in 1871. The nug-\\ngets came from Clear Creek, and were brought to\\nDenver for the purpose of being placed in bank,\\nand they got there but not in the way intended.\\nIt was an old time miners game, with all sorts of\\nblufifing, and it lasted all night. The end of it\\nwas that the man with the nuggets got three tens,\\nand he thought it was a simply paralyzing hand.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "222 JACK POTS.\\nand it was pretty good for the way the cards had\\nbeen running, but the other fellow held three jacks.\\nIn Santa Fe there is a record of a prominent\\nbusiness man giving a bill of sale for his stock of\\ndry goods, groceries, etc., amounting in all to\\n$80,000. This bill of sale went into a quiet little\\ngame, but it was not lost, for the reason that no\\none could show^ anything excelling a king full,\\nwhich the merchant rightly considered a good\\nthing to cling to.\\nA rather singular game was one played at Den-\\nver about five years ago, at the Windsor. There\\nwere five men sitting in the game; a railroad man,\\nan ex-Mayor, a lawyer and two prominent business\\nmen. There came a deal when all stayed in. One\\nman drew one card, another two cards, and the\\nthree others three cards each. The man who drew\\nthree cards raised, and was followed up until there\\nwas $18,000 on the table. Then the man who\\ndrew three cards bet $10,000, and all the others\\nlaid down. Then it transpired that he had been\\nrunning a beautiful blufT on two pairs, while the\\nman who had drawn two cards laid down an ace\\nfull, and those who had drawn three each laid down\\nin turn, four queens, four jacks and four tens. This\\nstory is vouched for by witnesses, but all the same\\nit is pretty hard to believe. The only supposition\\nis that the other players were paralyzed at the size\\nof their hands.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 223\\nAn amusing instance of Colorado poker playing\\nis reported as occurring on a stock train coming\\nfrom a point in New Mexico to Colorado. A large\\nshipment of steers was being made to this point\\nand the owners of the cattle traveled in a caboose.\\nNow there is only one result of four cattlemen trav-\\neling together in a car for any length of time,\\nand that is a poker game. There is a great deal\\nof beautiful scenery on the way up from New Mexi-\\nco, but scenery is cheap and only made for East-\\nern tourists to look at, while poker is always in-\\nteresting.\\nThe game went on very well for a couple of\\ndays. On the third day the conductor going\\nthrough the caboose during the afternoon, was laid\\nout with astonishment at hearing the remark T\\nraise you five steers. The man who spoke these\\nw^ords then laid five matches on the board. He\\nwas followed up with more matches, each one rep-\\nresenting a steer, and thus the game went on.\\nWhen the shipment arrived at Denver it was\\nowned by two instead of four men.\\nThere is a great deal of gambling on the Klon-\\ndike, but not so heavy playing as there was in the\\nold California mining camps. The Klondikers\\nhave a tough time of it as a rule, and, with few\\nexceptions, every man is looking eagerly forward\\nto the day when he can shake the dust even if it is\\ngold dus,t-^of that region from his feet and rejoin", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "2 24 JACK POTS.\\nhis friends in the haunts of civiUzation. Conse-\\nquently he hangs on to every ounce that brings\\nhim nearer to the day.\\nBut when the miner makes his pile, and escorts\\nit safely to the outposts of hotels, theatres and\\nall that makes life worth living, the temptation is\\nalmost irresistible to have a high old time once\\nmore. The temptation generally takes the form of\\ncards, and as there must be losers where there are\\nwinners, it is not unusual for a man who has\\namassed enough for him to live on the rest of his\\ndays to drop it in Seattle, Portland or San Fran-\\ncisco, and then start back to the Klondike to make\\nanother pile. Some of the games played by these\\nreturned Argonauts are simply fierce, and make\\nold timers open their eyes.\\nIn August, 1899, there arrived at Portland three\\nmen from the Klondike George Mulford, Parker\\nHamlin and Henry Smith. They had never met\\neach other in the gold regions, but made acquaint-\\nance on the boat. Each had been very successful,\\nhaving about a hundred thousand dollars apiece,\\nand all the way down they told each other w^hat\\nthey were going to do with their wealth. One\\nwas going into business in Pittsburg, another was\\ngoing to live on his money in Ohio, and the third\\nhad a rosy dream of a fruit ranch in California.\\nAll had been poor men, and they seemed to fully\\nappreciate the value of their hard earned money.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 225\\nWhen they landed in Portland they went to the\\nsame hotel, and put in three or four days in fitting\\nout with store clothes, and filling up on square\\nmeals, just to get into the habit of eating again,\\nas Smith said.\\nThey had resolved to leave on Sunday morning,\\nand on Saturday night they had a farewell supper.\\nAfter the supper they had a smoke, and then Mul-\\nford suggested a little game of poker, just for fun.\\nThey had never playe^i cards together, but it soon\\ndeveloped that all were most stubborn players.\\nThe game began mildly, with a fifty-cent ante\\nand five dollar limit, and for an hour nobody was\\nmuch to the good. As they played they drank,\\nand perhaps that went to the head at any rate, the\\nlimit was raised to a hundred dollars, and they be-\\ngan to bet recklessly. The excitement started with\\nMulford, who held two aces. He bet the limit\\nSmith stayed on two pair; Hamlin raised it the\\nlimit on three fours, and Mulford came back with\\nanother hundred raise. Smith and Hamlin laid\\ndown, and when they saw that Mulford only had a\\npair they swore at themselves for being bluffed.\\nThe hands ran very low but the betting ran\\nhigher and higher. The limit was bet about every\\ndeal, and no one could get away with a bluff, be-\\ncause every time one player made a bet, the other\\ntwo would call, even if thev had nothing better\\nthan ace high.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "2 26 JACK POTS.\\nOf course this soon got too tame, and finally the\\nHmit was taken off, and then the recklessness of\\nthe play was astonishing. On one hand Hamlin\\ndrew one card to a four flush, and bet five hundred\\ndollars. Smith had a pair of sevens, and drew\\nthree cards without helping his hand.\\nFive hundred dollars? he said, eyeing Hamlin,\\nkeenly.\\nThat s what I said.\\nI don t believe you made it, returned Smith.\\nAt any rate, I ll just lift that five hundred for\\nluck.\\nOne thousand more, retorted Hamlin.\\nCall you.\\nHamlin showed down a pair of deuces, with a\\nlaugh.\\nOn the very next hand Mulford stood pat. It\\nwas Hamlin s deal and Smith s age.\\nPat, eh? said Hamlin. You haven t got a\\nthing, and I know it.\\nFive hundred says I have, returned Mulford.\\nI wish I knew what you were going to do,\\nsaid Hamlin, glancing at Smith.\\nWell, said Smith, with a laugh, in order to\\nnot spoil the fun I ll stay out this hand and let you\\ntwo fight it out.\\nThen I ll just keep these, said Hamlin. Five\\nhundred harder.\\nMulford came back at him, and when there was", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 227\\nten thousand in the pot, HamHn called. Mulford\\nhad ten high, and Hamlin had queen high.\\nThe betting simmered down for the next three\\nor four hands and then Mulford started out on an-\\nother cantico with a pair of kings. This time he\\nput his foot into it largely, as Hamlin had three\\nnines and Smith three aces. After contributing six-\\nteen thousand to the pot, Mulford dropped out,\\nand after another big bet Hamlin called.\\nBy this time Mulford was out about twenty-five\\nthousand dollars, and announced his intention of\\nquitting. He also advised the others to do likewise,\\nbut Hamlin was also out some thousands and he\\nwanted to get even, and as Smith was ahead he\\ndidn t care how long he played. So Mulford sat\\nand looked on.\\nThe two men then went at it as if all their prev-\\nious playing had been mere practice. Hardly a\\nhand was played that did not count up to two\\nthousand dollars, and bets of five thousand w^ere\\nfrequent. Strange to say the cards began to run\\nhigher than they had all evening, and that had a\\ntendency to add to their excitement. Hamlin fin-\\nally evened up his losses, and Smith then suggested\\nthat they call it off, but he wouldn t listen.\\nAbout I a. m. Hamlin was ten thousand dollars\\nahead, and then his luck took another turn and he\\nlost rapidly. This had a tendency to rattle him\\nand eventually proved his undoing. There came", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "228\\nJACK POTS.\\na hand when he dealt Smith two queens and him-\\nself two fives. Each took three cards; Smith\\ncaught a pair of tens, and Hamlin the other five.\\nSmith bet a thousand, Hamlin raised it five thou-\\nsand; Smith raised a like amount, Hamlin lifted it\\nten, and Smith again hoisted it ten.\\nFor the first time during the game, Hamlin\\nbegan to get nervous. He had been blufiing on\\npairs, and calling\\nthousands on a\\nhigh card, and\\nnow he had\\nthrees, but the\\nmore he looked\\nat them the\\nsmaller they\\nseemed. He was\\nagain out more\\nthan ten thou-\\nsand and he had\\nlost the last five\\nor six bets. The\\npoker player\\nwho goes into\\nany such line of\\nreflection might\\nas well quit playing, and Hamlin realized that, but\\nhe did not like to weaken.\\nSo he did a very foolish thing. Next to calling\\nSmith gave a whoop of joy and threw his\\nhand on the table.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "POKER IN THE CENTENNIAL STATE. 229\\nhis best play was to raise it to the skies, but he\\nraised it five hundred dollars. Smith felt certain he\\nhad him, and he bet thirty thousand dollars flat.\\nHamlin looked at his cards and then at the man\\nopposite him, who seemed very serious. He fin-\\ngered his cards for fully a minute, and then said,\\nhoarsely, Damn it, Hank, you ve either got four\\nsmall ones or three big ones, and I ll pass.\\nSmith gave a whoop of joy and threw his hand\\non the table.\\nDon t look at them, said Mulford, warningly.\\nIt may make you feel worse.\\nBut Hamlin insisted and when he turned up the\\ncards he swore like a Klondiker for a minute, and\\nthen he laughed.\\nWell, I ve got enough to live on yet, he said,\\ncheerfully. I never weakened until I happened to\\nthink that if I kept on losing I would have to go\\nback to that God forsaken country and dig up an-\\nother fortune.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVI.\\nCHILDREN AND POKER TOO MUCH FRANKNESS DADDY\\nAND DINAH HOW THE TOM FOOL HAD\\nTHEM ALL ALIKE.\\nThey say that children and fools speak the truth,\\na most desirable trait indeed, but not of much use\\nin a game of poker. For that reason it is just as\\nwell that both children and fools should be kept\\nout when the festive game is in progress. The\\npure innocence of prattling babes is a sweet thing\\nto the father and man w^hose days are spoiled with\\nthe sordid contact of commerce and the wiles of\\nthe world. Yet that purity of mind sometimes as-\\nsumes such poignancy of penetration as to startle\\nthe fond father.\\nSuch was the case of a bright four year old\\ndaughter of a Philadelphia gentleman, who when\\nhe is at home luxuriates on West Walnut Street,\\nand spends his summers at Atlantic City. Owing\\nperhaps to the exhilarating influence of the sea air,\\nhe always indulges in more or less poker playing\\nduring these months, and it is a matter of some\\nenvious notice among his friends that he almost\\ninvariably is a winner. In fact, the gentleman is\\njust about good enough to make a living at the\\n230", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 23^\\nnoble game if his inclinations had drifted that way.\\nBut there are occasions when fate gets a double\\nnelson on him and he goes to grass. On the oc-\\ncasion in question this gentleman met three of his\\nold college chums, and after indulging in personal\\nreminiscences until the subject grew tiresome, one\\nof the party suggested poker.\\nThe game went on swimmingly for some time,\\nand our friend w^as winning with his accustomed\\nfrequency. Then there came a jack pot, into which\\nhe plunged with great enthusiasm. At this stage\\nhis young and charming daughter climbed upon\\nhis knee, and was received with a fond embrace.\\nTwo of the players had dropped out and the third\\nwas wavering.\\nTen more, said the Philadelphia man, with a\\ncheerful air of confidence.\\nThe other man took a look at his two pair. They\\nwere as big as ever, but their importance seemed\\nto be dwindling. He had them before the draw\\nand hadn t helped them; his opponent had drawn\\nthree cards, and he was so infernally lucky\\nJust at this point the angel child spoke up and\\nsaid:\\nOh, papa, you have two mammas and one papa,\\nand two cards with spots\\nRaise you ten, said the man with tw^o pair.\\nThe child must have been astonished at the ve-\\nlocity with w hich she was hoisted off of papa s", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "232\\nJACK POTS.\\nknee, and the sternness of the voice that ordered\\nher to go to your mamma.\\nShe went, and her papa did not call that raise;\\nin fact, he was so unnerved that he was a heavy\\nloser before the game ended. And the other\\nplayers were cruel enough to give him the laugh.\\nPerhaps it\\nwas a cousin to\\nthis young\\nlady a youth\\nof tender years,\\nknown as Au-\\ng u s t u s, who\\nlived in New\\nYork. He also\\nhad arrived at\\nthe interesting age of four,\\nand during that brief period\\nhad developed so many\\ntalents that it is a wonder\\nwings did not sprout\\nfrom his shoulders. As it\\nwas his fame was blaz-\\noned even unto the dis-\\ntant family circle represented by the fourth assist-\\nant deputy cousins. Yet there came a time when\\nthe cherub fell from his high estate.\\nOne Sunday the uncle of Augustus came to town\\nto visit the father of Augustus. He had heard of\\nOh, papa, you have two mammas\\nand one papa, and two cards\\nwith spots.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 233\\nthe heir apparent s mental luminosity and ren-\\ndered appropriate homage to him, much to the\\ndelight of his progenitors. The lady, who had not\\nhitherto had more than a writing acquaintance with\\nUncle George, expressed a high opinion of his\\nintelligence.\\nWhen Sunday evening arrived the mistress of\\nthe house, who is a strict church member and a\\nfanatic on the point of Sabbath observance, pre-\\npared to sally forth to evening service, but, strange\\nto relate, her husband and brother-in-law suddenly\\nsuccumbed to violent headaches.\\nMenthol and other remedies were freely but\\nvainly used, and finally Augustus mamma had to\\ndepart by herself. She left her husband in the\\nlibrary inhaling spirits of hartshorn and reading\\nFox s Book of Martyrs while her brother-in-law\\nsat in his own room with a towel tied around his\\nfevered brow and an expression of intense sufYering\\non his face. But when the door slammed the two\\nmen vanished into the library and locked the door.\\nAugustus, alone and forgotten, roamed the halls.\\nAt breakfast on Monday morning Augustus was\\nmore than usually scintillant and was given all sorts\\nof opportunities to display his brightness.\\nNow, Gussie, said his mamma, playfully, tell\\nme what papa and Uncle George did last night.\\nPapa and Uncle George exchanged looks, but\\nfelt reasonably safe.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "934 JACK POTS.\\nThey wented into the library, chirped the\\nprodigy, and they flirted.\\nWhat exclaimed the questioning one, while\\nthe two gentlemen felt the shadow of impending\\ndisaster.\\nEs they did, continued the charming Augus-\\ntus. I heard em frew the door. Papa kept say-\\ning You re shy, and Uncle George would say,\\nNo, I ain t shy. And there was something as\\nsounded like this he rattled his ivory napkin\\nholder on the plate and once papa said, I m\\nPat, Papa s name ain t Pat; is it mamma?\\nIt was Dennis for some time afterward, and it is\\nfeared that papa will never think so much of his\\nlittle Augustus again.\\nBlack or white it is all the same with children.\\nThis little anecdote from Dixie will illustrate the\\nsimilarity.\\nOld Daddy November always took pride in sa)^-\\ning: I bawn een Chalston befo de wah, en I\\nbeen lib yah eber sense. I lib clus to de battry\\nwhay Mohlan wof stan; a berr nice place fur hit,\\nsho nufif, speshially een in de summer, kos een in\\nde night, wen yo wuk done, you kin go sot on de\\nbattry en git nice, cool breeze.\\nOn a very hot night in August the old man occu-\\npied his favorite seat, and thus discoursed with his\\nfriend Primus Green.\\nPrimus, is I ebber tole you bout de narrer\\nscape I mek on lass Fote ob July?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 235\\nNo, said Primus, you ain t been tole me niu-\\ntin bout em. What kine er narrer scape you\\nmek?\\nDaddy November held his hat between Fort\\nSumter and himself, struck a match, held the match\\nbehind his hat until he had lighted his pipe, and\\nthen he put the pipe in his mouth and his hat on\\nhis head. Then he said:\\nEt bin befo Sambo Robinson bin dig rock een\\nde fosfite mine on de Ten Mile Hill, en he bin wuk\\non truck farm, between de fawk of de road and de\\nFo Mile House. On de Fote ob July Sambo had\\na kyard pahty wot consists ob fo niggahs ole\\nSambo hisself, en his friend Gawge Washinton,\\nen mc and Hendry Drane, wot sell chicken.\\nWe play monstous big game. You kin bet iibe\\ncent ebery time. Well, Drane dole de kyards, en\\nSambo gone bline. I git two king, en ob cose I\\ncum een. Washinton seen de bline too, en Drane\\nkum een. Sambo mek de bline good en tek tree\\nkyard. I tek tree, Washinton tek one en Drane\\ntek tree.\\nWen I pick up my han I mos turn pale. I\\nketch wun mo king en two jack. Sambo he lay\\nlow. bekase he em bline. I bet fibe cent, en Wash-\\ninton he lifif me fibe mo. Drane trow away he han\\nan cuss. Ole Sambo smole a smile en seen my\\nfibe cent en Washinton fibe cent en liff em anudder\\nfibe. I try ter look es if I gwine ter bluff, en I hab", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "236 JACK POTS.\\nmy hail on de chip fur to rise em agen wen some-\\ntin happen wot nobody ain t count on.\\nSambo got one pooty httle granchile name\\nDinah. De chile ain t but six year ole but she\\nknow all de kyards. Dinah sot behin Sambo en\\nlook on de kyard en jiss wen I gone liff Sambo\\nsome mo, de little gal sing out, Oh, how funny!\\nGranpa got all de queens!\\nOb course dat mek excitement. I trow away\\nmy full house, Washinton fling fibe spade on de\\ntable; Drane he lafT he cum in on two sebens,\\nen Sambo, who hab de queens sho enough, say\\ndam, en tun roun en slap de chile en tek her in de\\nnex room en put her to bed. Den wen soun kum\\nfrum de room like spank, en Dinah holler, I sorry\\nfur dat chile, kase her talk seen sabe me at least\\nsebenty fibe cent. I mek narrer scape.\\nEn what Washinton say? inquired Primus.\\nGawge Washinton say, replied Daddy No-\\nvember, dat Sambo ain t no right fur to spank dat\\nchile, kaws she been tole de troof.\\nThree children are at least equal to one fool,\\nand this is the story of how a fool got away with\\na wise man.\\nIn the year 1880 there came to western Missouri\\nfrom Vermont a family named Hecker, consisting\\nof a man and wife and six children. What tempted\\na Yankee to come to Missouri, and that section in\\nparticular, no one knew except Hecker and he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 237\\nnever told. He first started in the grocery busi-\\nness, but soon found that he could not compete\\nwith the shopkeepers to the manner born, and\\nwithin a year he failed and then took up farming.\\nHe was not much more successful as a farmer\\nthan a shopkeeper, but he made a living, and that\\nseemed to satisfy him. In fact he lost all the traits\\nof his Yankee nature, and just shuffled along\\nthrough life like his neighbors. In 1888 he died,\\nleaving his wife and children to make a still poorer\\nliving out of the rocky farm.\\nThe eldest of his children was a boy of twenty,\\nthen came four girls, and then a boy, named Zenas,\\naged fifteen, who was a mere simpleton. It was\\nsaid that he was bright enough up to the age of\\nsix, and then something grew on his brain that\\nwas the way his mother explained his affliction. He\\nwas both harmless and goodnatured, and the child-\\nren very fond of him, because although a big fellow\\nhe played with them like one of themselves. In\\nfact, the poor fellow was a general favorite in the\\ntown where he strayed occasionally.\\nIn 1891 there came a change in the fortunes of\\nthe Hecker family. Some enterprising fellow dis-\\ncovered zinc and lead on the farm, and w^as honest\\nenough to offer the widow a generous per centage\\non the output. The mine turned out to be won-\\nderfully prolific and the result was an income to\\nthe Heckers that practically made them wealthy.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "238 JACK POTS.\\nFortunately, Henry, the eldest son, had a wise\\nhead, and he kept the family pride from swelling\\ntoo much.\\nThey moved into town where they occupied a\\ncomfortable house, the girls were sent to school,\\nand Henry acted as his mother s representative at\\nthe mines. Zenas, of course, remained at home,\\nand wore good clothes and also had more money\\nthan was good for him. He did not have a per-\\nfect idea of the value of money, but he knew\\nenough to keep count, and make small purchases.\\nHis mother like a mother thought more of Ze-\\nnas than all the rest of her children, and tried to\\npersuade herself that he was recovering his senses,\\nand that was one reason why she kept him supplied\\nwith plenty of pocket money. It was also suspect-\\ned that Zenas knew other routes to his mother s\\npocket book since he occasionally flourished rather\\nlarge bills.\\nOn one occasion when he was known to have at\\nleast a hundred dollars with him he came into the\\nleading hotel of the town and was spotted for game\\nby a couple of the hangers-on. They were not ex-\\nactly professional gamblers, although hindered\\nmore by lack of skill than scruple, but they had\\nenough experience to be dangerous opponents for\\nany ordinary country player let alone a simpleton.\\nThe landlord s son, a boy of twenty, got Zenas\\ninto a side room and proposed a game of poker.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER\\n239\\nZenas knew how to play casino and seven-up in a\\nkind of way, so that he could tell the cards, but he\\ndid not know how to play poker. The landlord s\\nson undertook to teach him the value of the hands,\\nand after a little while Zenas announced that he was\\nready to play. Just at this time a couple of\\nstrangers happened into the room accidently, to\\nthe chagrin of the three young scoundrels who\\nwere about to fleece the unfortunate.\\nThey were guests of the house only arrived that\\nday and did\\nnot know Ze-\\nn a s but\\nnoticing his\\nopen mouth\\nand gawky\\nmanner, stay-\\ned to see the\\nfun. When the\\ngame com-\\nmenced, how-\\never, and they\\nsaw that Ze-\\nnas was really\\na simpleton,\\nthey e X-\\nchanged glances, and one of them said: Til just\\nstand behind your chair, my boy, and give you a\\nfew pointers.\\nI ll just stand behind your chair, my boy, and g wa\\nyou a few pointers.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "240 JACK POTS\\nThat ain t fair, growled the landlord s son.\\nMaybe not, replied the stranger, but we\\ndon t want the unfairness to be all on one side.\\nOh, let him do it, spoke up one of the other\\nfellows. This is only to teach him the game, any-\\nhow.\\nThere was no further remark, and the game be-\\ngan. It was ten cent ante, and Zenas came in on\\nevery hand. The man behind him made no objec-\\ntion to that, but he showed him how^ to draw to his\\nhand, and also advised him when to call. To the\\nsurprise of the three young men, Zenas proved to\\nbe an extremely apt pupil, so much so that the man\\nbehind his chair began to think that his sympathy\\nhad perhaps been wasted, and that Zenas was not\\nthe fool he looked, so he relaxed his vigilance,\\nand with his friend took a chair at a little distance\\nand contented himself with an occasional word of\\nadvice.\\nThe three amateur sharpers now felt more con-\\nfident, and gradually began to absorb some of the\\nfool s money.\\nOn one of the hands, when there was about ten\\ndollars up, Zenas turned to his adviser, and said\\nWhen they re all alike, mister, does that count?\\nThe man nodded his head, and Zenas pushed in\\nten dollars. The others glanced at each other and\\nthere was a general throwing up of cards. Zenas\\nraked in the pot, and as he laid down his hand, the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 241\\nlandlord s son turned over the cards and disclosed\\nthree hearts and two diamonds.\\nAll red cards, said Zenas, with a grin.\\nThe two on-lookers burst in a roar of laughter,\\nwhile the others looked sheepish.\\nZenas lost the next three pots, and the fourth he\\nwon on three kings. Then came a dozen pots in\\nsuccession, which he lost, but all for small sums.\\nThen there came a deal w^hen it was raised two\\nor three times before the draw. This was a new-\\nfeature to Zenas, and he had to have it explained\\nto him at great length, and then it was evident\\nthat he did not like it. But he drew cards in a\\nsulky w^ay, and to the delight of his opponents he\\ntook four. The man behind him tried to check\\nhim, as he saw that he was discarding a pair of\\ntens, but it was too late.\\nHe knows his business, mister, said the land-\\nlord s son, with a coarse laugh. Board s the\\nplay.\\nYes, I know it is, said the man, but I want\\nto tell you right here, that this is the last hand you\\nare going to play.\\nIs that so? asked one of the other players, with\\na sneer.\\nYes, it is so.\\nWell, then, don t you interfere with this last\\nhand, was the sharp response.\\nAll right, said the man, quietly.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "242 JACK POTS.\\nThe landlord s son drew two cards, the others\\nthree cards each. One of the fellows held two pair,\\nthe other did not help his pair of queens, and the\\nlandlord s son made a full house three tens and a\\npair of eights.\\nIt was his first say, and he started it at a dol-\\nlar. The man with a pair dropped out, the other\\nfellow raised five dollars. Now it was up to Zenas.\\nHe looked at his cards in a vague way, and then\\nshoved in a bundle without counting it. The land-\\nlord s son counted it and found twenty-two dol-\\nlars.\\nThat makes sixteen dollars raise, he said.\\nYa-as, that s right, drawled Zenas. Only I\\nwanter know\\nNo, you can t ask any advice, cried the land-\\nlord s son, sharply, That s the agreement. Then\\nhe added, hastily, T raise you ten dollars.\\nBut I wanter know, drawled Zenas.\\nShut up, I tell you!\\nBut Zenas wasn t to be silenced. Holding his\\ncards all hunched up, he wriggled around on his\\nchair, and seemed on the point of bursting into\\ntears. And then he broke out in spite of the agree-\\nment.\\nSay, mister, I ve got four cards all alike,\\nand\\nSay! The landlord s son was on his feet,\\nblazing with wrath, but the stranger held up his\\nhand soothingly.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "CHILDREN AND POKER. 243\\n*A bargain s a bargain, he said, laughingly.\\n*My friend, you ll have to go it alone this time.\\nZenas looked at his new friend and then at his\\ncompanion, but their faces were blank. Then he\\nfingered his cards for a minute, and then he went\\ndown into his trouser s pocket and brought up a\\nbundle of bills. He took away a dollar bill from\\nthe roll, and dropped the rest on the table.\\nFve only got that much, he stammered.\\nThe landlord s son pounced on it.\\nThere s forty-two dollars here, he said, trying\\nto speak carelessly. Do you want to raise thirty-\\ntwo dollars?\\nT suppose so, was the hesitating reply.\\nCut it down half, suggested one of the men\\nlocking on.\\nNo, I won t, said the landlord s son, doggedly.\\nIt s his money, and we d give him ours if he\\nwon it.\\nHe had to rake up every cent he had, and bor-\\nrow ten dollars from his friends to call the bet. As\\nhe did so the men who had been looking on,\\nstepped up behind Zenas.\\nHe did not understand at first that he had been\\ncalled, and it was with some difiiculty that he was\\npersuaded to deposit his cards on the table. Then\\nhe slowly disclosed four kings!\\nThere was a chorus of oaths and howls of rage\\nfrom the amateur sharpers, and there is no doubt", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "244 JACK POTS.\\nthat they would have taken the pot by force if it\\nhad not been for the presence of the strangers.\\nGood boy! shouted one of them. Tour of a\\nkind, sure enough Well, it takes a fool to speak\\nthe truth.\\nAnd the town fool walked away with the^ money,\\nand, as the strangers took care to tell the story, the\\nsharpers never got it back.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVII.\\nTHE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS A DOWN EAST SELEC 1\\nMAN A BUNKO GAME AT LOS ANGELES STORY\\nOF THE SHORT-CARD MAN.\\nThe police are always at war with the gam-\\nblers quite properly but they are not always suc-\\ncessful in keeping them within bounds. It is nec-\\nessary to get unde-\\nniable evidence, and\\nthat is not readily\\nobtainable, so the\\nguardians of the\\nmorals as well as\\nthe peace of the\\ncommunity must\\nget it themselves.\\nThis is not so easy\\nas it might appear.\\nThere are two\\nmethods strategy\\nand force. In Cin-\\ncinnati not long\\nago there came\\nvigorous com-\\nplaints of a poker\\ngame that was anything but on the square, so it\\nwas determined to raid the house. As usual the\\nThe officers walk^ into the various traps\\nset for them.\\n245", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "246 JACK POTS.\\nmanagers of the place received a tip and prepared\\nto give the poHce a hot reception. They fihed the\\nrear yard and halhvay with boxes, beer kegs and\\nother stuff. Barbed wires were strung so that\\nofficers scahng the fence would become entangled\\nin them, and the cellar way was partially filled with\\nsticks of timber and the door left open.\\nThe officers came as expected and walked into\\nthe various traps set for them. They were shame-\\nfully cut and torn by the wires and bruised by falls\\nover obstructions in the yard. Every uniform was\\nruined. When the police were in the midst of their\\nstruggles the gamblers who had been watching,\\ngave them the laugh and fled. One veteran sport\\nwho was with the party didn t laugh.\\nJohn, he said to the head man, this isn t so\\nsharp a trick as you think. The police are only do-\\ning their duty and you have no right to person-\\nally injure them. They will remember it against\\nyou, and if you undertake to open up another\\ngame in this town they will never give you a mo-\\nment s peace.\\nThe boss laughed again, but he realized to his\\nsorrow that the old sport knew more than he did\\nabout poker and police. He opened up three\\ntimes in succession and every time he was pulled\\nbefore he had a chance to make a winning.\\nThe other way is to resort to strategy, and the\\nprocess is always about the same. Detective Bern-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS. 247\\nStein is informed that a crooked game is in prog-\\nress at such a number on Clark Street. The place\\nis called the Kalamazoo Club. It is understood\\nthat the club is open only to members, but Bern-\\nstein is not only permitted but invited to visit the\\nplace.\\nHe goes to the house and tells the custodian\\nthat he has an appointment to meet Harry Brown\\nthere. The name was a creation of his mind, but\\nhe is promptly invited to go up stairs and wait for\\nhis friend. When he reached the third floor he\\nsaw a complete poker layout table, cards, chips\\nand players. There was a vacant chair at the table,\\nand he was asked to take a hand in a fifty cent\\nlimit game. He declined and said that he must\\nsee Brown. After watching for a time, he con-\\ncluded to leave, but promised to return.\\nThe next night he came back, and he was as-\\nsured that he had missed a good thing by not\\nremaining the previous night. Then he took a\\nhand, and purchased three stacks of chips for five\\ndollars. At first he won a considerable amount,\\nand then the luck wxnt the other way, and his win-\\nnings dwindled down. A jack pot was opened by\\nthe detective with three queens. The others\\nstayed. Cards were drawn the detective taking\\ntwo, while the others stood pat. On the first raise\\nBernstein prudently threw up his hand.\\nTwo or three more hands were played and then", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "-\u00e2\u0080\u00a248 JACK POTS.\\nhe got a king full. He thought that was pretty\\ngood, and decided to win or lose on it. He went\\nbroke, because one of the other players had four\\ntens. This satisfied him. He left, and the next\\nday had a warrant sworn out for the place.\\nThe trouble wath that kind of strategy is that\\nthe detective is always at a disadvantage when it\\ncomes to testifying on trial. It is very easy to\\nmake a point with a jury that he only complained\\nbecause he lost if he had won he would have kept\\non going tEere and pocketed his winnings. Then\\nagain, it doesn t follow that the game is crooked\\nbecause a man loses. Perhaps he is not a skillful\\nplayer. When an ofBcer of the law makes a big\\nwinning at a gambling game and then informs the\\nauthorities, his sense of justice cannot be called\\ninto question, but where is the case?\\nA summer tourist describes a scene in a New\\nEngland village. About a table sat three stran-\\ngers who had started a friendly game of poker by\\nroping in the usual country jay. After an hour s\\nplay they had fleeced their victim to the tune of\\n$40. He w^as good natured and did not growd and\\nthe game continued.\\nThe scoundrels showed no mercy. They did not\\nlet their victim win even a few dollars to encourage\\nhim but either stacked the cards or whipsawed\\nhim until he w^as compelled to drop. At the last\\npot the jay was $65 loser.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS. 249\\nHave you had enough? asked the leader of the\\ngang, rising with a smile and his winnings.\\nThe jay s countenance immediately underwent a\\nmarked change. He had every appearance of a\\nman consumed with virtuous wrath, as he drew a\\nrevolver out of his pocket, and said:\\nGentlemen, I am one of the selectmen of this\\ntown. You may consider yourselves under arrest.\\nThe gang, thunderstruck, was led to the lock-up\\nwhere it rested for the night. On the following\\nmorning the sharpers were brought before this\\nsame selectman. The constable had searched them\\nand the contents of their pockets were placed on\\nthe table.\\nGentlemen, said the selectman, suavely, you\\nare charged with gambling and obtaining money\\nby fraud. What have you to say?\\nOnly this, replied the leader of the gang.\\n**You were gambling just as much as any of us, and\\nif we have broken the law so have you.\\nNot at all, responded the selectman, with an\\nextremely judicial air. I was gambling merely to\\ncollect evidence. However, if you wish to make a\\ntest on this point I will remand you for trial.\\nWe w^ould rather have it settled here, said the\\nprisoner, hastily.\\nThen, said the selectman, calmly, the sen-\\ntence is a fine of fifty dollars each or thirty days in\\nthe county jail.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "250 JACK POTS.\\nThey paid their fines, and the money went to the\\nState or to the selectman. Next day the jay was\\nat the hotel ready .to be taken in again.\\nThe squealer is a frequent figure in court.\\nHe has to be taken into account, although he is a\\ncontemptible character. He is invariably a fellow\\nof low cunning, who has the instincts of a cheat,\\nand when he sits into a game, whatever it may be,\\nhe has formed a plan to cheat the other fellows.\\nThe result is that he is cheated, and then he roars\\nlike a stuck gig, and runs for help to the police.\\nHe is the same fellow who goes to town to buy\\na stock of counterfeit money, which he intended\\nto work off on his friends and neighbors, and when\\nhe finds that he has given good money for a lot\\nof sawdust, invokes the protection of the law that\\nhe has been endeavoring to violate. There need\\nbe no pity for the biter when he gets bit, but we\\ncan afford to drop a tear for the honest fellow who\\nis taken in by the bunko poker player.\\nOne of the most striking instances of a hair\\nraising bunko poker game occurred in Los An-\\ngeles, and the funniest part of the whole story is\\nthat, with three men working him, the victim him-\\nself proposed the game and introduced the three\\nsteerers to each other, all of which was part of the\\nplay.\\nThe gentleman was a merchant -from the East,\\nwho had come to California for a year s stay to", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS. 251\\nbenefit his health. He was extremely wealthy aivi\\nalso sportively inclined, although all his knowledge\\nhad been gained among gentlemen like himself,\\nso that he had no suspicion of evil. To the hotel\\nthere came a man representing himself as an offi-\\ncial of the Canadian Pacific railroad, who had been\\nEast on business and was now on his way to San\\nFrancisco. The Eastern gentleman soon made\\nthe acquaintance of the railroad man and for two\\ndays the pair chummed together.\\nAnother guest arrived from Chicago, who also\\nmade known the fact that he was destined for San\\nFrancisco. Anxious to make things pleasant for\\nhis friends the old gentleman introduced one stran-\\nger to the other, seeing that they both intended\\nremaining at the hotel over Sunday and then go-\\ning on to San Francisco. The newcomer was in\\nthe boot and shoe business.\\nSoon there was another arrival, and he proved\\nto be a high roller. He was a stockman returning\\nto his ranch from market, and he had a roll of\\nbills as big as his head. He ordered everything of\\nthe finest and hardly ever flashed forth anything\\nless than a tenner. It did not take him long to\\nget acquainted with the old gentleman, in fact,\\nhe got pretty well mixed up with every soul about\\nthe place before he had been there a night all but\\nthe Canadian Pacific man and the boot and shoe\\ndealer. When he did meet these two worthies it", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "252 JACK POTS.\\nwas through the medium of the genial gentleman\\nfrom the East.\\nWith such good fellows around him the onJ)-\\noutcome could be a poker game, and soon it was\\ngoing. The railroad magnate did not know much\\nabout the game, the boot and shoe man hoped it\\nwould be a small limit, and the stockman did not\\ncare how high it went the higher the better for\\nhim, he said.\\nSo it started. It opened at three o clock Satur-\\nday afternoon and was still going at 9 a. m. the\\nnext day. Then it ended. The old gentleman\\nwas out $1,700 in cash and $40,000 in checks. The\\nstockman had not a dollar of his big roll left, which\\nwas easily $10,000, and he, too, had given checks\\nfor more than $25,000. The game had simply been\\na ripsnorter and everything went.\\nIt was the stockman who threw up his hand. He\\nsaid he could not stand it any longer. The three\\nagreed to give him a revenge game after dinner,\\nand so the matter rested for a time. When the\\nold gentleman had taken a much needed nap, and\\nhad his dinner, he was handed a note signed by the\\nrailroad magnate, expressing regret that a tele-\\ngram had been received necessitating his going\\nto San Francisco without delay, and that the boot\\nand shoe man had decided to accompany him.\\nWith the wings of a bird the gentleman from\\nthe East flew to the apartments of his fellow suf-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS.\\n253\\nferer, the stockman, and related the facts within his\\nknowledge.\\nBunkoed! cried the stockman, and added\\nmuch more vigorous language to support his opin-\\nion. I tell you, he wound up, determinedly, I\\nam not going to stand it.\\nWhat can we do? asked the old gentleman,\\nhelplessly.\\nWe can t be-\\nlieve that mes-\\nsage, returned\\nthe stockman.\\nLike as not they\\nhave not left the\\ncity. We will put\\nthe .police on\\ntheir trail for one\\nthing, and then\\nwe will telegraph\\nto the banks\\nwhere we have\\ngiven checks\\nstopping their\\npayment! Here You needn t bother yourself I ve\\nhad experience with sharpers before. Give me a\\nlist of your checks, and I ll do the telegraphing.\\nHe dashed out of the hotel, and when he came\\nback he assured his friend that everything had been\\ndone in proper shape.\\nI hope you do not suspect that I knowingly intro-\\nduced you to these scoundrels.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "254 JACK POTS.\\nNow, said he, knowingly, let us wait until\\nto-morrow, and we will save all that money and\\nmost likely bag our game.\\nI hope, said the old gentleman, timidly, that\\nyou do not suspect that I knowingly introduced\\nyou to these scoundrels?\\nCertainly not, certainly not, replied the stock-\\nman, heartily. My dear sir, no matter what may\\nbe the outcome of this affair, I absolve you of all\\nthe blame.\\nMonday morning there was another surprise\\nawaiting the old gentleman. The stockman was\\nmissing. The old gentleman went to the police\\nheadquarters and the telegraph office, and found\\nthat no information had been lodged or telegrams\\nsent. The stockman had been in the game bigger\\nthan any of the trio. His roll had been good only\\nfor a hundred or so, the balance being counterfeit,\\nand he had remained behind to keep the old gentle-\\nman off the trail while his pals got a good start.\\nThe victim stopped the checks on all the distant\\nbanks, but he never saw his cash again.\\nThere is a clever story told on one of the prom-\\ninent railroad officials of Georgia, who sat down\\nto shear and rose up shorn. He went to New\\nYork to attend a meeting of the Southern Railway\\nand Steamship Association, and through the intro-\\nduction of several high officials was led into a soci-\\nety game of poker.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS.\\n255\\nThere was a presi-\\ndent of an insurance\\ncompany in the game,\\nwho sat in only to fill\\nup, as he was not a\\nregular player,\\nand the other\\nthree were\\nsociety bloods,\\nwho were\\nmore used to\\ndancing than\\ncard playing.\\nWhen the\\ngame started\\nthe railroad\\nman remarked\\nthat it wasn t\\na fair show for\\nthe others.\\nY o u\\nk n o w, h e\\nsaid, apologetical]y,* that\\neverybody down South\\nplays poker it s like\\nmother s milk to them,\\nand that gives me a big\\nadvantage. However,\\nni promise to not play\\ntricks.\\nHis comparnon leaned up against the\\nnearest lamppost and laughed\\nuntil he cried.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "256 JACK POTS.\\nOf course this was said more in fun than by way\\nof boasting, but before the evening was over he\\nwished he had kept his mouth shut. He played in\\nthe worst kind of luck, because he held good hands,\\nsuch as warranted high betting, always to be de-\\nfeated by the better hands of his society opponents.\\nThe insurance man simply chipped along, with only\\nan occasional call, and put in the rest of his time\\nmaking humorous remarks about the superiority\\nof the southern style of poker playing.\\nFinally he caught a pat flush, and he deemed\\nhimself lucky, as it came at a time when he had\\nbut thirty dollars left. There wxre good hands all\\naround, and repeated raises, which made the rail-\\nroad man feel so much the better. But before it\\ncame to the actual betting after the draw his money\\nwas all gone, and he had to play his face. Then\\nit came to a show down, and to his horror the\\nyoung man on his right held four nines.\\nHe rose from the table and offered an humble\\napology for his remarks at the beginning of the\\nsitting, and nobody was unkind enough to laugh.\\nBut when he and his insurance friend got outside,\\nand he was obliged to ask for money to pay his\\nhotel bill, his companion leaned up against the\\nnearest lamppost and laughed until he cried.\\nThere is one thing to be said in favor of the\\nprofessional gambler. He is game. When the\\nsucker undertakes to skin the supposed innocent", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE POLICE AND THE GAMBLERS.\\n257\\nand finds that he is a wolf in sheep s clothing, he\\nwants his money back, but when the gambler finds\\nthat his schemes have miscarried, he lets it go at\\nthat, and rarely whimpers, although he may tell\\nabout it as a good story.\\nYes, said the short-card man, with a grin,\\nJohn is a good fellow, but he s got a heap to learn\\nabout the game of poker. Now, for instance, I\\nmet him the other night, and he proposed a little\\ngame. I was needing money that night and I fell\\nin with the proposition gladly. John has plenty\\nof stufT, and he does not hesitate to bet it as well\\nas he knows how. I figured that with him and me\\nplaying a nice,\\nsociable two-\\nhanded game,\\nthe element of\\nchance would\\nvanish, and I\\nwould be rea-\\nsonably sure\\nof getting\\nwhat I wanted.\\nW e sat\\ndown and I\\nplayed square\\nfor awhile. Luck ran about even. Neither of us\\nhad lost or won anything. We piked along for an\\nhour or so, and then I thought I might just as well\\nwind the whole thing up.\\nHold on there. said John, and my heart turned to\\nstone. I ve got four aces.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "258 JACK POTS.\\nIt came my deal and I fixed the cards. I gave\\nhim three aces on the go-in, and took four kings\\nmyself. You know how these amateurs are they\\nthink there is nothing bigger than three aces. I\\nfigured that with his knowledge of the game he\\nwould bet till the cows came home on those three\\nbullets.\\nJohn s eyes bulged out when he saw the three\\naces, and he gave it a good lively tilt. I came back\\nat him, and there was a large wad in the middle of\\nthe table when the draw came. John allowed he\\nwould take two cards. I took one, for the looks\\nof the thing, and it was his age. I bet ten, and\\nhe came back with twenty. We kept on until every\\ncent I had was on the cloth, and John had shoved\\nin his watch.\\nI admired his nerve, but as I was fixed I\\ncouldn t afford to be sorry for him. He rustled\\naround and got valuables enough to call my last\\nraise. I laid down the four kings I had all the\\ntime, and began to rake in the pot.\\nHold on there, said John, and my heart\\nturned to stone. I ve got four aces.\\nAnd, continued the short-card man, reflec-\\ntively, I ll be cussed if he hadn t caught the other\\nace in the draw, and I was broke for a month.\\nNobody but a novice in poker would have been\\nguilty of a draw like that, when the cards were all\\nfixed to beat him. No, no; John can t play cards.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIII.\\nSUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS QUEENS AND TENS LOUIS\\nLAID THEM DOWN EUCHRE AND POKER\\nAN OLD STORY.\\nThere being so much chance about cards of\\ncourse there is superstition among players. It has\\nbeen said that all players are superstitious, and that\\nmay be true but certainly not to the same degree.\\nSome are to such a ridiculous extent that it utterly\\nruins their game. The man who must have his\\nseat just so, must not meet a cross-eyed man, or\\nmust meet a man with a hump, and can t play un-\\nless a dozen crotchety notions are complied with,\\nis not likely to play a good game once out of fifty\\ntimes. A man must recognize that most of his\\nsuccess comes from his own endeavors or else he\\nm.ight as well shut his eyes and bet at random.\\nOf such capers as walking around your chair to\\nchange your luck, spitting over the left shoulder,\\nchanging your seat, and lots of other simple tricks,\\neven the wisest of poker players have indulged in\\nthem, but more for fun than with any fixed belief\\nin their efficacy.\\nThere are other matters, however, in connection\\nwith poker, in which superstition plays a prominent\\npart. Most poker players also indulge in faro, and\\n259", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "26o JACK POTS.\\nwill have noticed the system players in fact, may\\nbe one themselves. One man believes that the cards\\nalways play out the way they started, another\\nthinks they must break even, one will always play\\nthe face cards open, and it is a maxim with the\\nmajority to never copper the ace on the last turn.\\nNo amount of breaking will convince a system\\nplayer that he is wrong it is always something\\nelse that broke him. The faro dealer likes to see\\nthe system players in front of him; they support\\nthe bank.\\nPoker players do not go to those extremes, but\\nmany of them have funny notions about cards. I\\nhave met gamblers who would go broke on three\\naces. They acknowledged that there were plenty\\nof hands in the pack to beat three aces, but they\\ncontended that the hands wouldn t be out at the\\nsame time. I have known men who maintained\\nthat they never had three aces beaten, although\\nthey had seen them beaten many times when held\\nby other men. Other men admitted that they had\\nhad three aces beaten but only on rare occasions;\\nnot enough to shake their faith in the rule.\\nNearly every old player has some such supersti-\\ntibn. He has a pet hand; one which, if he will\\nnot exactly go broke on, he will bet fiercely and\\nconfidently. For this very reason no doubt the\\nfavorite hand frequently wins. The man who be-\\nlieves that three aces are invincible is apt to bet", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "SUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS. 261\\nthem as if they were four, and carry dismay to his\\nopponents.\\nI have met two players who beHeved that queens\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2and tens were invincible. The men were not in\\nthe same town, by the way, and never met so far\\nas I know. One man admitted that he had been\\ndone up on the hand once or twice, but the other\\nman was adamant. This latter was a Frenchman\\nof Bismarck, Dakota, locally known as Louis.\\nThis was twenty-five years ago, when Bismarck\\nhad been busted by the collapse of Jay Cooke, and\\nhad not started on the return trip to prosperity.\\nWhen the railroad had entered the town in 1873,\\nit was a red hot place. Everything was wide open,\\nand there was lots of money.\\nWhen Jay Cooke failed the railroad stopped, the\\nrailroad men left town and the gamblers soon fol-\\nlowed. Pretty near all the money went with the\\ngamblers and for the next five or six years it was\\nthe queerest sporting town on earth. There was\\nall the inclination, but the means were lacking.\\nEverything was wide open, and practically every-\\nbody played but there w^as so little money in town\\nthat plunging was out of the question.\\nAcross the Missouri River was Fort Abraham\\nLincoln, where was stationed the Seventh Cavalry\\nunder the famous Custer. Of course, that was a\\nsource of supply. The soldiers on and after pay\\nday drifted over to Bismarck and dropped a few;", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "262 JACK POTS.\\nbut they were pretty fair players themselves, and\\njust as liable to carry away a bundle as leave it.\\nThe Coulson Line of boats plying between Yank-\\nton and upper Missouri points, dropped a passen-\\nger now and then who had a few dollars, and oc-\\ncasionally somebody with money wandered in\\nfrom an Indian reservation. Hardly any one came\\ninto town to settle, and the transients did not stay\\nlong enough to get acquainted. Then there came\\noccasionally a post trader or Montana freighter\\nwho wanted to blow in about five hundred dollars\\nin three days, dance on the billiard table, shoot\\nout the lights and break mirrors, and otherwise let\\noff steam.\\nIt was quite a happy family of busted sports, all\\ntoo sharp to prey on each other, and with no one\\nelse to prey on. So they played with each other,\\non the square and just as fiercely as if there were\\nthousands at stake instead of five dollar bills. To\\nthis colony Louis belonged.\\nHe was a painter by trade, but there were very\\nfew painting jobs in Bismarck, so he must have\\neked out a living by some other means. He was\\nan occasional poker player, and really a good one,\\nbecause he. was cool, good natured, courageous\\nand knew the value of a hand. His only fault was\\nthat he did not play out his luck. When every-\\nthing seemed to be going his way, he would get\\nup and cash in his chips, and jump the game. The", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "SUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS. 263\\nOther fellows agreed that a man who would throw\\naway his luck when he had it would end up in not\\nhaving any.\\nLouis was the man who believed in two queens\\nand two tens. He never referred to the subject\\nexcept when he won a pot on his favorite two pair,\\nand then he would say: There they are. I tell\\nyou, boys, you can t beat them.\\nThen the boys would sneer or wink at each\\nother, and privately w^onder how a man could be\\nso simple, although every mother s son had a pet\\nsuperstition of his own.\\nOne night Swede Pete opened a jack pot on two\\nqueens and two tens. Everybody stayed and on\\nthe final show dow^n everybody had him beat.\\nNow look at that he said, indignantly. T just\\nthought I d give Louis hand a whirl, and see\\nwhere it s landed me.\\nThat s all right, said Louis, tranquilly. *I\\nnever said they would win for everybody; only for\\nme.\\nOne night some time later Louis was in a game,\\nand the boys put up a job on him. They couldn t\\nhave done it except for the fact that Louis had\\nstruck a .good piece of painting, and was flush.\\nBeing in more than his usual good humor, he\\ntucked away three hot Scotches in the course of\\nthe evening, which, not being his ordinary tipple,\\nmade him rather hazy. He was keen enough,", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "264 JACK POTS.\\nhowever, to keep ahead of the game, but when one\\nof the boys treated him to a fourth drink of the\\nsame he was rather silly.\\nThe hot Scotch was brought in on a tray, and\\nunderneath was a cold deck. It was Pete s deal\\nand Louis got his favorite two pair. Pete took\\nthree kings and a pair of sevens himself, as a wise\\nprecaution lest Louis should draw another queen,\\nas he had been known to do occasionally.\\nLouis betrayed no emotion on seeing his favor-\\nites; firstly, because he was too good a player to\\ngive himself away, and secondly, because he always\\ntook his favorite hand as a matter of course.\\nThere was no raising before the draw, and Louis\\ntook one card. Pete stood pat, and the other three\\nplayers dropped out promptly.\\nYou don t want any, eh? said Louis.\\nNo, replied Pete, in a loud voice, and in a\\nblustering way, trying to make it appear that he\\nwas blufifing. I guess these are good enough.\\nWell, it s your bet.\\nPete laid his cards down, and then with great\\ncare counted all his white chips, then all his red\\nones, and then all his blues. He shoved them all\\nup into the centre of the table, and looked at Louis\\ndefiantly.\\nLouis looked at his cards, then gazed up at the\\nsmoky oil lamp that hung from the ceiling, and\\nthen fixed his eyes on Pete.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "SUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS.\\n265\\n**I wonder what you ve\\ngot, he said, dreamily.\\nGot you beat, said\\nPete, briefly.\\nWell, I don t know\\nbut you have,\\ndraw led Louis.\\nThen he\\nwrapped up his\\nbills, put them\\nin his pocket,\\nstacked up his\\nchips, and called\\nto the barkeeper\\nto cash them.\\nAin t you go-\\ning to call? de-\\nmanded Pete,\\nnot trying to\\nhide his amazement.\\nHaven t got any-\\nthing to call on, said\\nLouis, as he arose to go.\\nWhy, you\\nThe other three\\nhowled with laughter at\\nthis give-away, and\\nLouis smiled amiably.\\nTwo queens and two\\nQueens and two tens,\\nhe said, slcwly, never\\nwere beaten in my hand\\nin a square deal.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "266 JACK POTS.\\ntens, he said, slowly, never were beaten yet in\\nmy hand in a square deal.\\nThen he walked out, and no one could ever get\\nhim to explain whether he suspected the trick or\\nreally weakened on his favorites. But it was\\nnoticed that he never played them quite so strongly\\nin the future.\\nSpeaking of put-up hands, they are not so easily\\nworked as one might imagine, unless the victim is\\nparticularly green. With clumsy sharpers the\\ntrick is apt to be helped out with violence.\\nA young Finlander came into Montana one day,\\nand like other precocious youths fancied that he\\nunderstood the game of poker. There was no\\ntrouble finding a gentleman who was willing to\\nafford him a little amusement, and who knew of a\\nretired room where the cards could be shufifled\\nwithout molestation.\\nThe game was strictly for cash, and progressed\\nwith varying fortune for about an hour. Then the\\ntricky man concluded it was time to shake things\\nup. So he provided himself with a full hand and\\ngave the Finlander two pair. There was thirteen\\ndollars in the pot. He drew one card.\\nIt was not intended that the Finlander should\\nhave more than two pair, but the dealer made a\\nbotch and gave him an ace, making three aces and\\ntwo kings. The mistake was discovered in time,\\nhowever, and the superfluous ace grabbed from", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "SUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS. 267\\nhis hand and destroyed. The Finlander drew an-\\nother card, and th is time he drew a king, making\\nthree kings and a pair of aces. When the dealer\\ndiscovered that the greenhorn had him beaten out\\nin spite of the crooked work, he settled matters by\\ntaking the pot anyway, and the final result was the\\nFinlander had to be pried of\u00c2\u00a5 by the police.\\nThere used to 1)e a trick worked very success-\\nfully on railway trains, where card playing was in\\norder. Two or four men would be playing euchre,\\nand the cards would be worked around until the\\nvictim found himself with a hand containing three\\naces.\\nThen one of the other players would say: T\\nwish I was playing poker.\\nThe man with the three aces would eye them\\ntenderly, and ask: Why?\\nWell, the other fellow w-ould reply, T ve got\\na pretty good hand here. If you let me discard\\ntw^o cards, I can beat any hand in the deck.\\nNearly every time the man with three aces would\\nfall into the trap.\\nT ll discard two cards and go you, he would\\nsay.\\nThe discards would be made, the betting begin,\\nand when the show-dow^n came the man with three\\naces would be confronted with three hearts, clubs\\nor some suit, and be informed that a flush beat\\nthree aces. The victim would be mortified, but he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "268 JACK POTS.\\ncouldn t see how he had any kick coming, so he\\nwould surrender his coin.\\nOne day when this trick was played on the Illi-\\nnois Central, just out of Dubuque, the victim had\\na friend looking over his shoulder. He had made\\nno remark during the preliminary talk or the bet-\\nting, but when the cards were shown he leaned\\nover and touched his friend on the arm.\\nDon t pay that money, he said, quietly.\\nThe flush man looked up angrily.\\nWhat s the reason he won t pay it? he de-\\nmoded. A flush beats three aces, don t it?\\nUndoubtedly, was the response, but you\\nhaven t got a flush.\\nHaven t got a flush? Well, I d like to know\\nif I haven t. These are all clubs, and a flush is\\nwhere all the cards are of the same suit.\\nThere was a general chorus of That s so, and\\nYou re right, but the objector was not disturbed.\\nPopular error pretty nearly right, but not\\nquite, he returned. A flush, gentlemen, is five\\ncards of the same suit. Now, you cannot play\\nthree cards as a hand in poker therefore your hand\\nis foul and does not win anything. Of course,\\nneither do the three aces win both hands are foul\\nand the pot must be divided.\\nAs it happened, they all were gentlemen, or pro-\\nfessed to be, and they saw the force of the argu-\\nment, so the pot was divided, and no one hurt.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "SUPERSTITIOUS PLAYERS. 269\\nThis recalls another railway card story, which\\nhas been told several times and fathered on differ-\\nent men, but the tenor of the story is the same.\\nTraveling in a Pullman car one day were a com-\\nmercial traveler and a mining millionaire who owed\\nhis fortune to his faculty of taking advantage of an\\nopportunity and of his fellow man. As the train\\nsped along the pair dropped into a friendly game\\nof euchre.\\nAn hour or so passed, and then the millionaire\\ndealt and turned up a queen. The eyes of the\\ndrummer brightened as he gazed at his hand.\\nT w^ish we were playing poker, he ventured.\\nThe mine owner looked over his cards and said\\nnothing.\\nHow^ would you like to change the game?\\nasked the man of orders. I d like to play this\\nhand at poker.\\nThe millionaire glanced at his cards again, and\\nremarked pleasantly: Well, I don t care if I do.\\nBut you must let me discard and take this queen.\\nOh, certainly, was the eager response. I ll\\nbet you fifty dollars on this hand.\\nI ll see that and go a hundred better, returned\\nthe miner.\\nThe commercial traveler smiled with great glee.\\nFll raise you two hundred and fifty, he said,\\ncounting out the money.\\nWell, remarked the miUionaire, calmly, if you", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "270 JACK POTS.\\ninsist on playing poker, Fm your man. I ll just\\ngo you a thousand better.\\nThis bold bet staggered the young man, but he\\nhad confidence and a thousand dollars, and he\\ncalled.\\nT have four kings, he said, throwing them on\\nthe board.\\nThen I ll take the money, the millionaire re-\\nplied. T have four aces, and he threw them\\ndown before the astonished eyes of the drummer.\\nThat s all right, said the latter, as soon as he\\ncaught his breath. That s all right the money\\nis yours, but but but Say! I d like to\\nknow what the devil a queen has got to do with\\nfour aces", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIX.\\nreminiscences of william hurt, reformed john\\nDougherty s bet of Arizona territory\\nhis adventures in persia.\\nA professional gambler is naturally full of poker\\nstories, but the trouble is that he does not care\\nabout telling them. Of all professional men the\\ncard player is least inclined to talk about his busi-\\nness. Amateurs will expatiate by the yard, but\\nthat is because he plays for the fun of it. It is\\nonly when a professional reforms that he indulges\\nin reminiscences to any extent, and then it is sus-\\npected that he does not tell all he knows.\\nWilliam Hurt in his day was a famous player,\\nand his experience extended all over the West, and\\nhe was no stranger to the East. He used to say\\nthat he had shuffled the papers all the way from\\nthe roughest mining camps to the most luxurious\\nclubs. Mr. Hurt reformed, and one day when the\\nconversation turned on poker and some one told\\nabout a game in the Pacific Club in San Francisco\\nwhere a straight flush was held while another one\\nwas being played in the same room at another\\ntable, he turned loose and gave a rendition of the\\nfamous draws he had seen, and some of which he\\nmade.\\n271", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "272 JACK POTS.\\nWhen I speak about great draws and big hands\\nI refer of course to straight games, he said.\\nNothing is strange in a crooked game. Every\\nman around the table would hold five aces if you\\ndealt them to him, and there would be nothing-\\nremarkable about that; but, speaking about five\\naces, I knew of five aces being held in a square\\ngame.\\nIn New Orleans, in one of the leading clubs,\\nthere is big poker going on every night, and there\\nare only gentlemen in the game. At the begin-\\nning of the game each man takes $500 worth of\\nchips, and no money passes at the table. The\\ngame is unlimited that is, the limit is $5,000, but\\nthat is about the same as no limit. They always\\nplay with two decks, and while one is dealt the\\nother is shufifled ready for the next deal.\\nOne night four gentlemen were playing. One\\nheld a straight flush pat, and the other held three\\naces before the draw. They soon exhausted their\\n$500 worth of chips and then bet their thousands.\\nFinally the man with the three aces called for the\\ndraw. In the draw he got two more aces, making\\nfive aces in his hand. He showed his hand right\\naway, saying there was evidently a mistake in the\\ndeck. The man with the straight flush claimed the\\nmoney. Then the two left the decision to the\\nother gentlemen about the table and they decided\\nthe bets off. By a mistake the extra ace had been", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT. 273\\nshifted from one deck to the other. Now, per-\\nhaps it wasn t so remarkable that one card should\\nget into the wrong deck, but think of that ace\\nbeing next to another ace and that these two aces\\nshould be dealt to a man who already held three\\naces in his hand. That s what you might call\\noceans of luck.\\nOnce I was playing in a game in the Russ\\nHouse in San Francisco, and I borrowed $500 to\\nget into the game, by the way. One time when\\nI was dealing a man across the table had aces up\\nand I had a king full on queens. I knew what he\\nhad and I knew that there was another ace right\\nat the bottom of the pack.\\nHere one of the listeners suggested that Mr.\\nHurt was only to talk about square games.\\nWell, the draw was square, answered the re-\\nformed gambler. I knew what he had before the\\ndraw and I knew where a third ace lay in the deck.\\nI didn t know what card I gave him when he called\\nfor one. Now, you know a man might play for a\\nhundred years and not hand out that lonesome\\nfourth ace right from the top of the pack. Well,\\nthat was where the fourth ace lay, and the fellow\\nwith his ace full broke me with my king full. That\\nwas as remarkable a draw as ever occurred. I\\nknew the position of three of the aces and the card\\nhe drew was the fourth, to which I paid no atten-\\ntion, because the chance that he would not get it", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "2 74 JACK POTS.\\nwas sufficient for me to bet against. Another\\naggravating feature was that the man who loaned\\nme the $500 thought I purposely played away his\\nmoney and then divided with the other fellow. I\\nguess he thinks so to this day, but I tell you I was\\na good deal more surprised than he was when I\\nsaw that ace full spread out on the table.\\nI held four tens pat in a game I was playing\\nin at Sioux City, continued Mr. Hurt, when some\\none asked him his highest hand that ever was\\nbeaten. One of the men playing was very drunk\\nand very reckless. He had been plunging all the\\ntime, betting high whether he had anything or not.\\nOf course he won many pots by bluffing, because\\nno one would call him for a big bet unless he was\\nwell heeled. I was waiting for a big hand, because\\nI knew that as soon as it came I could break him.\\nMy four tens came just at the right time.\\nThere was a jack pot and I had the first say. I\\nopened it gently, say for $25, because I knew the\\ndrunken fellow would come back at me. He did\\nwith a big raise. I just called him, because I want-\\ned more play after the draw, and he was sure to\\nbet everything he had. I looked over my hand as\\nthough in deep thought and then called for one\\ncard. T ll draw to the strength of my hand; give\\nme three, said the drunken man.\\nThen I made a heavy bet and he came at me\\nharder. We kept at each other back and forth", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT. 275\\nuntil all our money was on the table, and then I\\nshowed down my four tens. Blamed if he didn t\\nskin out four queens! Of course I was the one\\nthat was broke.\\nI saw a square hand win in a crooked game in\\na club house in Butte City, Montana, and I ll tell\\nyou about it, if you insist upon something about\\ncrooked games when I want to tell you about\\nsquare games. There were five men playing. Two\\nof them were in together to do up another two, but\\nthey did not want to take anything from the fifth-\\nfellow, who was a friend of theirs, though he did\\nnot know there was anything wrong about the\\ngame.\\nOne of the two who were doing the dirty work\\nrung in a cold deck, and he dealt great hands to\\nthe fellows who were to be skinned. One was four\\nnines, I think, and the other a jack full. He was\\ncareful to give no pair to the man he wanted to\\nbefriend, and he dealt his partner the winning\\nhand; or at least he thought it was the winning\\nhand. Well, to the surprise of the men who had\\nput up the cold deck, the fifth fellow with no pair\\nstood right in and saw every raise. They didn t\\ndare to kick him or even wink at him, so he piled\\nhis money in with the rest.\\nWhen it came to a show down there was $3,600\\non the table, and the fellow that had no pair won\\nit all. The man that fixed the deck had paid no", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "276\\nJACK POTS.\\nattention to suits; he was looking out only for\\npairs and threes and fours. He dealt the fifth man\\na four straight of clubs and the one card he drew\\nmade a straight flush.\\nThe best draw I ever saw was in Olympia dur-\\ning a session of the Washington Legislature. One\\nsenator there was wild about poker. I suppose he\\nhad just learned\\nthe game and was\\ninfatuated; at anj^\\nrate he wanted to\\ntake off the bridle\\nevery handi To\\nwin a hundred on\\na bluf^.was worth\\na thousand to\\nhim.\\nTn one game\\nwhere this senator\\nwas sitting there\\nwas a hand on\\nwhich there had\\nbeen very heavy\\nbetting before the\\ndraw. The plunger was in, of course, and raised\\nuntil all his money was up so there could be no\\nbetting after the draw. He put down his cards and\\nI never saw a worse hand. He had no pair, not\\neven a face card, and he was going to throw away\\nW^\\nI ll draw to a straight flush, said he.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT.\\n2 7\\nthe bunch and call for five cards when he noticed\\nthat he held the nine and ten of clubs.\\nTil draw to a straight flush/ said he; and do\\nyou know the three cards that came to him were\\nall nines. Of course he then had four nines and\\nraked in the pot. One man had three kings and\\nanother had a jack full. I think that was as re-\\nmarkable as anything I ever saw in poker.\\nI made a rather good draw myself one day on\\nthe train coming from Fresno. Three of the gam-\\nblers that work the Pullmans tried to get me to\\nplay cards. I\\nknew their busi-\\nness as soon as I\\nsaw^ them, but as\\nit happened they\\ndid not know me.\\nTwo of them\\nwere dressed as\\ncountrymen, and\\nthe third did the\\ngentleman play.\\nHe looked as\\nmuch like a gen-\\ntleman as a bull-\\ndog, by the way.\\nThey started\\nHe looked as much like a gentleman as a bull dog.\\nin the stale way,\\nsuggesting a game of euchre. One would remark", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "78 JACK POTS.\\nthat he would hke to bet his euchre hand in a poker\\ngame and another would agree with him. Well, I\\nconsented to play euchre with them, but first I\\nlooked carelessly at their cards, and then went to\\nmy grip. I had a couple of packs of cards in my\\nbag not for poker; I never gambled on trains.\\nSometimes I made the acquaintance of gentlemen\\non trains and afterward played with them in their\\nclubs or hotels, but on the trains I played nothing\\nsave an occasional game of whist.\\nI could not resist, however, attending to the\\ncase of those three train gamblers. I happened to\\nhave a pack just like the cards with which they\\nw^ere playing and I took from it an ace. Then I\\njoined in the game and bided my time. Then one\\nof them finally said he d like to bet his hand in\\npoker, and the others said they d agree to change\\nthe game, holding the hands dealt to them in\\neuchre. I consented also and we bet our money.\\nThey bet all they had, including a roll of bogus\\nbills, called spiels, used for that sort of work.\\nThen I showed down four aces and pocketed all\\nthe money. You should have heard them roar and\\nkick when I took the pot\\nAt Lathrop I saw a hotel runner I used to\\nknow. I pointed out to him the gamblers, and\\nthen I handed to him the roll of spiels and told\\nhim to give it back to the fellows, but I kept the\\ngood money.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT. 279\\nGreat Lord! said the runner. Did them fel-\\nlers try to skin you\\nThey did, I answered, softly.\\nThe fools! said he. I put up half the money\\nto stake em to make a winning on the train, and\\nthey played it ofif against Billy Hurt, taking him\\nfor a dude.\\nAnother famous gambler is John Dougherty\\nnot reformed. In the palmy days of Tombstone,\\nJohn first came to the surface and has been on\\nthe top wave ever since. He is known from East\\nto West, but his chief stamping ground is in the\\nterritories, where his free and easy ways are not\\nlikely to cause so much remark. Dougherty never\\nsat down and reeled off a lot of entertaining talk\\nto a reporter, but he had adventures enough to\\nmake a book.\\nIn 1889 Dougherty sat down with a man named\\nIke Jackson, a wealthy cattle owner and great\\npoker player of Colorado City, Texas, to determine\\nthe poker championship of the wild and woolly\\nWest. It w^as in Bowen s saloon in Santa Fe, New\\nMexico. There was no limit to the game and it\\nwas understood that both men were exceptionally\\nwell heeled. It was also understood that the game\\nwas perfectly on the square, as neither man was to\\nbe trifled with.\\nThey played along in a desultory way for hours,\\nwhen finally both got good hands at the same time.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "28o JACK POTS.\\nThe betting then became fast and furious. More\\nthan a hundred citizens of Santa Fe, including\\nevery gambler in town, had gathered about to\\nwatch the progress of the game. Among them\\nwas Governor Prince, who knew and liked Dough-\\nerty. After about $100,000 had been piled on the\\nboard the Texas man said to Dougherty that he\\nw^as running a little short of money, but that he\\nhad a ranch and ten thousand head of cattle in\\nTexas, and that he would like the privilege of mak-\\ning a deed of them, should it become necessary to\\nbet $100,000 more. Dougherty replied that it was\\nperfectly agreeable to him, but asked that the same\\nprivilege be granted to him if it became necessary\\nto put up real estate as collateral in order to play\\nhis hand for what it was worth. Jackson assented,\\nof course.\\nAfter the Texan had exhausted all his ready cash\\nand Dougherty came back at him with another\\nraise, Jackson concluded to bring things to a finish.\\nSo he raised the Arizona man $100,000, throwing\\nthe deed to his Texas property into the pot.\\nDougherty called for pen and paper, and wrote\\nhurriedly for a few minutes. Then, catching the\\nGovernor s eye, he beckoned him to one side, and\\nbefore Prince knew what had happened he was\\nlooking down the barrel of a murderous 45-calibre\\nrevolver.\\nNow, Governor, you sign this, said Dough-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT. 281\\nerty, and he handed his excellency a paper that\\ncontained about a dozen lines of writing. Sign it, I\\nsay, or I will kill you. I like you and would fight\\nfor you, but I\\nlove my repu-\\ntation as a\\npoker player\\nbetter than I do\\nyou or any one\\nelse.\\nThe Govern-\\nor, w i t h o u t\\nlooking at the\\ncontents of the\\npaper in fact,\\nhe was pressed\\nfor time just then nervous-\\nly attached his signature.\\nThen, w^alking back to the\\ntable, Dougherty threw the\\npaper in the pot, and said impressively as he did\\nso T raise you the Territory of New Mexico.\\nThere s the deed.\\nThe Texan of course had to lay down, but as he\\ndid so he muttered an oath that might have been\\nheard in Lower California. Then, as he saw\\nDougherty rake in the big pot, Jackson gave a\\nnervous twitch at his mustache and said That s\\nall right, Dougherty scoop it in, it s yours, but it s\\na damn good thing for you that Jim Hogg, the\\ngovernor of Texas, isn t here\\nNow, Governor, you sign this,\\nsaid Dougherty.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "282 JACK POTS.\\nIll those days Dougherty would not go into a\\ngame unless the other players could show at least\\n$10,000 each. There was nothing small about him\\nbut his feet. When he ordered a drink he threw\\na fiver on the counter, and if any change was\\noffered him he felt insulted. But hard times struck\\nthe West, and poker that is, poker of the Dough-\\nerty stripe became a scarce article. So w^hen he\\ngot down to his last $50,000 he, emigrated to New\\nYork. While there he learned that in Persia the\\nyoung men played poker fairly well, and when they\\ngot a hand that amounted to anything they bet it\\nuntil the cows came home. That was the kind of\\ngam e Dougherty was looking for, and so to Persia\\nhe went, or he says he did, and we ll have to let it\\ngo at that.\\nHe had no trouble in being introduced to Per-\\nsian poker circles, and he was soon a popular fel-\\nlow, even among the princes, although he could\\nnot talk the language of the country. He also had\\nto learn a great deal that was new to him in the\\nway of poker. Four deuces beat four aces, a lit-\\ntle dog topped a sequence, and there were several\\nother wrinkles that caused him to open his eyes.\\nAgain, there is never any money in sight. A man\\nsits near the table and^ records the bets, and a set-\\ntlement is made after the game is over. This book-\\nkeeper, or whatever they call him, is also a linguist,\\nand whenever foreigners play with these princes he\\ntranslates the raises and such like.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES OF WILLIAM HURT. 2S3\\nWell, one night Dougherty had 1)een trailing in\\nonly to be beaten on the show clown. Finally he\\ncaught a pair of sixes at the time one of the princes\\nhad four of a kind. There had been a deal of jolly-\\ning and horse-play going on all night, and Dough-\\nerty, of course, couldn t understand the words that\\nwere being slung around, but he laughed as heart-\\nily as the others and always looked intensely inter-\\nested. He would simply skin his cards, come in\\nwhen the notion struck him or lay down. When\\nhe picked up the sixes he looked the Persian in the\\neye and the Persian laughed.\\nTre-le-lu, said the Persian.\\nGuying me, I reckon, said Dougherty to him-\\nself; but ril give you some of your own sort of\\nw^ords. Tru-le-lum, he said aloud.\\nTru-le-lili-lo, said the Persian.\\nTru-le-lele-lili-lole-lum, replied Dougherty.\\nScarcely had he got the words out of his mouth\\nwhen the young prince threw down his four of a\\nkind, kicked over the table, fell forward on a sofa\\nand broke out in a sob.\\nGreat heavens, man exclaimed the interpre-\\nter. You raised him eleven millions that time!\\nOf course Dougherty raked in the pot, and thus\\nhaving mastered the language he was so successful\\nthat when he left Persia he was rich beyond the\\nwildest dreams of avarice. But he bet it all on the\\nelections and lost.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XX.\\nnow THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT TOUCHING\\nTALE OF A DOG THAT TIPPED OFF POKER\\nHANDS TO HIS MASTER.\\nIt is no doubt a slander, but people will persist\\nin saying that when a party of men go on a fishing\\ntrip they never start with less than a gallon of liquid\\nrefreshment in a jug, and this statement has also\\nbeen made about hunters. There may be some\\ntruth in these stories, but there is certainly no\\ndoubt that no expedition was ever properly\\nequipped without a pack of cards. I don t mean\\na party of boys going after woodchuck, but from\\ntwo to a dozen of nice men who have had experi-\\nence and know that there is bound to come a few\\nrainy days, when it is much better for the lungs to\\nstay under the tent and shuffle the pasteboards than\\ngo tramping after game that has too much sense\\nto be abroad.\\nIt is about one of those sensible hunting trips\\nthat this story treats. It was a California affair,\\nand the inciting cause of the hunt was a grizzly\\nbear which was supposed to linger around Mono\\nLake. The party comprised Alex McGregor, Jim\\nWatts, Manuel Lopez and Sing Wong the latter\\na servitor and they pitched a tent near the lake\\n23^", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT. 285\\nto have four weeks fun, but, as the Fates willed it,\\nthe fun was all crowded into one week and there\\nwas lots to spare. We will let McGregor tell the\\nstory.\\nYou see, Jim Watts had some notions of his\\nown about how to have a good time in camp, and\\nwhen we were putting up our stufif for the trip Jim\\nsaid it wouldn t do for a man to make too radical\\na change in his way of life, and for his part he\\ndidn t propose to break up his constitution by\\nchopping wood or going to bed at an unseemly\\nhour. So he piled in a coal-oil lamp, a deck of\\ncards arid a four-gallon can of kerosene. We had\\nplenty of beans, and Sing was cautioned to reserve\\nfrom the pot enough to furnish chips for a pretty\\nstiff game.\\nWe pitched our tent on the bank of a little\\nstream and got fixed up in shape, and I regret to\\nsay that owing to the pernicious counsels and ad-\\nvice of Watts we did no hunting, but sat up all\\nnight playing poker and slept every day until noon.\\nSing did all the work except taking care of the\\nhorses, which a Chinaman can t do. Manuel did\\nthat, and we allowed him the kitty for it. It came\\nin very handy, because he had the worst kind of\\nluck, and went broke regularly. -every night.\\nOne night we had a fine game going on and\\nwere playing for a jack pot which had gone around\\nfour times. I had an opening hand. Manuel had", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "286\\nJACK POTS.\\nsomething good, and Watts wanted only one card.\\nJust as we were calling for cards Sing jumped up\\nwith a yell from his\\nblankets at the back\\nof the tent and\\nstampeded right\\nover our game,\\nknocking the oil\\ncan, on which we\\nwere playing,\\nwrong end up\\nand scattering\\nthe beans all\\naround.\\nManuel\\npulled his re-\\nvolver and was\\nabout to take a\\nshot at Sing,\\nwhen we heard\\na growl, and turning our\\nheads saw the gray muz-\\nzle of a grizzly poked\\nthrough the back of the\\ntent into the syrup dish.\\nManuel was mad clear\\nthrough, and crying\\nDama you, spoila such a pot like him! Carajo!\\nhe popped at the bear s head.\\n\\\\\\\\\\\\v\\nSing jumped up with a yell.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT. 287\\nThen we all got up and went out of the tent.\\nI was in a considerable hurry and took the front\\ntent pole with me, and Jim tripped over the lamp\\nen route. The bear came in rather hastily at the\\nback and knocked down the other tent pole. That\\nbrought down the whole arrangement about his\\nears, and in two seconds there w^as more fun than\\na barrel of monkeys in that camp.\\nThe lamp broke and exploded when it fell, and\\nevidently the plug had fallen out of the oil can,\\nfor everything was ablaze in no time. Old Bruin\\nfor we discovered afterward by the club-foot tracks\\nthat he was- the disturber got tangled up in the\\nburning tent, and in rolling about he sopped up a\\ngood deal of the oil. While he was slamming\\nthings around like a fully developed earthquake\\nwe stood at a safe distance and plugged revolver\\nbullets into the muss, which didn t improve the\\nbear s temper.\\nIt was probably less than a minute when he\\ncame out of the ruins, blazing like a Fourth of July\\ncelebration. His oil-soaked hair w^as on fire in\\npatches and pieces of burning canvas hung about\\nhim like streamers. And of all the howling and\\nroaring I ever heard that was the worst. The old\\nfellow just stormed around that camp, clawing at\\nthe fire, tearing the canvas with his teeth, and belt-\\ning everything that came in his way. When he d\\nswing a paw and hit a tree the bark would fly up\\nten feet.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "288\\nJACK POTS.\\nWhen he came into view Manuel and I shinned\\nup two tall trees and Sing crawled into a hollow-\\nlog and kept quiet, but Jim Watts stood there like\\na chump and watched the circus. We couldn t\\nkill the bear because our guns were in the tent\\nand were being\\nburned up, and\\nrevolvers were of\\nno account\\nagainst a beast in\\nsuch tantrums.\\nWatts did pepper\\nhim, though, and\\ngot into trouble\\nfor doing it. His\\nbullets finally at-\\ntracted Bruin s\\nattention and he made\\na rush for the daring\\nmarksman.\\nThen Watts con-\\ncluded to leave that lo-\\ncality. He didn t have\\ntime to pick out a\\nroute. He just had to scoot, and he made a suc-\\ncess of it. He headed for the bank of the creek,\\nwhich was about ten feet higher th^n the water,\\nwith the illuminated bear in hot pursuit. There\\nwas no chance to dodge or turn, and W^atts took\\nHe came out of the ruin blazing like\\na Fourth of July.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT. 289\\nthe leap. He struck feet first about twenty feet\\nfrom the bank, and went down ker-chunk.\\nHe came up to breathe just as old Bruin piled\\nover the bank and fell into the water with a splash\\nand a sizzle. Watts then swam under water and\\ncrawled silently out in a dark place. Old Bruin\\nkept straight across and landed on the opposite\\nbank. His plunge had extinguished him and he\\nwas blazing only with wrath, so he tore away\\nthrough the brush, growling and making the bark\\nWatts came back to camp, and when we gath-\\nered around the burning ruins of our once happy\\nhome he showed up a bobtail flush, which he had\\nheld in his left hand all the time, and said Wasn t\\nthat a dandy hand to draw to in a jack pot?\\nWhen the lower order of animals are spoken of\\nthe mind naturally reverts to the dog. To those\\nwho have not studied the habits of that sagacious\\nand noble animal the following story will sound\\nfishy, but dog fanciers will readily concede its truth,\\nand could no doubt match it with others much\\nmore wonderful. It rests on the authority of a\\ngentleman who made his appearance at the hotel\\nclerk s desk, while that individual was counting a\\nlarge roll of bills.\\nHis attire was a sort of black drapery, and fell\\nabout his lean form in folds that a decorator might\\nenvy. He had a week s growth of anarchistic bris-\\ntles on his dirty though good-natured phiz, and his", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "290\\nJACK POTS.\\nleft eye had a peculiar squint that suggested a lat-\\nent knowledge of\\nsomething or other.\\nAs the shadow fell\\nacross the desk the\\nclerk looked up and\\nasked what was want-\\ned. The visitor\\nleaned easily\\nagainst the\\ndesk, adjusted\\na greasy tie\\nthat showed a\\ndisposition to\\nkeep company\\nwith his right\\near, and said in a\\nconfidential tone\\nI might not\\nlook it, but I m a\\ncollege graduate.\\nYou may marvel\\nat the state of my\\ntoilet, but since\\nleaving the old home in\\nMaine I have had some\\nvery strange experi-\\nences.\\n1 might not look it, but I m a college The clcrk DUt awaV the\\ngraduate. -l v- j\\nbills in the safe and then became an active listener.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT. 291\\nYou see, continued the stranger, being a col-\\nlege graduate I thought I had a head for engineer-\\ning and went West to prospect in silver mines.\\nThen I drifted north into the Montana gold fields,\\nwhere I settled in Lone Gulch on Bloody Run.\\nThere I published the Lone Gulch Advocate for\\ntwo months. I forget now what I advocated, but\\nI remember that I printed a true story one day\\nabout a prominent official. In twenty-four hours\\nthereafter I was going down the gulch like a long-\\ndistance runner.\\nWhile filling the important position of opinion\\nmoulder on the Advocate a friend of mine comes\\nin one day and says: Bill, I have a valuable dog.\\nHe can waltz, he can sing and he can play on the\\npiano, but I want a drink and I ll soak him to you\\nfor a dime.\\nSo I takes the canine and he followed me here,\\nthere and everywhere. Being generally short of\\ncash I had to keep moving, and finally I came to\\na place where they w^ere building a big irrigating\\nditch, and there I got a job. I found quite a num-\\nber of college graduates like myself, and at the\\nend of the first week when we were paid off we sat\\ndown to a quiet game of poker.\\nAs soon as the cards were dealt I noticed\\nCalamity (that s the dog) take a quiet w^alk around\\nthe crowd and then come back and crawl under\\nmy chair. Presently I felt something bump", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "292 JACK POTS.\\nagainst my legs. I looked under the table and\\ndoggone if that dog wasn t knocking his head\\nagainst me in the most systematic way. I didn t\\nknow at first what to make of it, and at the next\\ndeal I watched him closer. Then I saw that he\\nwas taking tab of the other fellows cards. He\\njust seemed to peek once out of the corner of his\\neye, and then apparently wrote it down in his mind.\\nWhen he got under my chair again and began\\nto bump me with his head I paid strict attention,\\nand soon made out the code. You see, he d tap\\nme lightly at first to show which player he meant\\none tap signified the first man to my left, two taps\\nthe next man, and so on. Having given me that\\ncue, he d scratch me with one paw to show that\\nthe fellow held a king, twice if it was a queen, hug\\nme with his paw if it was a jack, and with both\\npaws if it was an ace. Then he d bump my leg\\ntwice if the man held a pair, three times for threes,\\nand so on. There was much more of the code,\\nwhich I only learned after several sittings, but I ve\\ntold you enough to show you what a lollah he\\nwas.\\nBut didn t the signaling consume lots of time?\\nasked the clerk, suspiciously.\\nNo, indeed; not a bit of it. Calamity was a\\nvery rapid sender, and after I got onto his style\\nit was easy. I m a pretty good telegrapher myself,\\nand thirty seconds after the dog went around the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR SPOILED THE JACK POT. 293\\ntable I d know the hands of every man in the game.\\nI could always manage to delay the betting half a\\nminute, you see.\\nRemarkable dog, wasn t he? Well, sir, I beat\\nall of the boys out of their coin, and my success\\nwas so marked that they finally suspected me of\\nbeing a professional, and run me out of camp. But\\nI didn t mind that, and pretty soon I was cutting a\\nswath all through the West. I got so I wouldn t\\nplay with any one but a millionaire or railroad\\npresident.\\nVery remarkable story, said the hotel clerk.\\nBut you don t look like you hurt your back carry-\\ning around any of the coin now.\\nLost it all in speculating in grain, replied the\\nstranger, with a sigh.\\nAnd where s Calamity?\\nDead. I was taken ill with the toothache one\\nnight and couldn t play. Calamity missed me, but\\nsuch w^as his thirst for poker that he went into the\\nroom and began butting another fellow. He didn t\\nunderstand the code, and being just then a heavy\\nloser, arose in his wrath and kicked the dog out of\\nthe second-story window, and he broke his neck.\\nI wouldn t take a million dollars for that dog.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXL\\nPRACTICAL JOKING HOW THE DENTIST WAS FIXED\\nTHE FRESH BASEBALL REPORTER AND THE PLAYERS.\\nAlthough poker is a social game it is not one\\nwherein practical jokes are encouraged. It has\\nbeen discovered that there is more fun when every-\\nbody attends strictly to business, barring the few\\npleasantries that may be exchanged in the way of\\nbadinage, and which are frequently useful when\\none is running a bluff. Yet there are periods when\\na joke can be worked successfully without danger\\nof making an enemy for life.\\nSeveral traveling men were sitting around the\\nstove in a country tavern one night, wondering\\nwhat to do to pass away the evening before the\\nhour of retiring, and one man suggested a game\\nof penny ante. The suggestion met with favor,\\nand on being broached to the landlord he said he\\ndidn t mind and would join them if they had no\\nobjection. They said he would be very welcome.\\nYou mustn t nary one of ye breathe a word of\\nthis to my old woman, cos if she hearn tell that I\\nwuz a-playin of cards she d naturally everlastingly\\nbang me over the head, cautioned the landlord,\\nand the men cautiously climbed the stairs to a back\\nroom. Abe, the boy of all work, brought up the\\n294", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 295\\nrear of the procession, carrying a big jug of cider.\\nThe landlord had no chips, but he produced a\\npeck measure of wooden buttons, such as women\\nused to cover and wear on their dresses for orna-\\nment. Each man took a hundred of these for a\\ndollar, and the game began. It proceeded along\\nwith much enjoyment until about 10 o clock, when\\none of the traveling men excused himself for a\\nmoment but soon returned to the game, having his\\npockets filled with just such wooden buttons as\\nwere used for chips. These were put into the game\\nwithout the knowledge of the landlord. At the\\nclose of the game he settled in full for every chip,\\nbut when he came to brush the buttons back into\\nthe peck measure he found that he had more than\\nenough to fill it.\\nHe regarded the measure for a minute with won-\\nder and then he said, scratching his head Gripes,\\nbut that durn measure must have shrinked like the\\ndevil.\\nThe traveling men engaged in an argument over\\nthe mystery, but did not elucidate it until their next\\nvisit, and then they paid the landlord about two\\ndollars and called it square.\\nHere is another tale of how a man was skinned\\nin a friendly way. To correctly tell the tale it is\\nnecessary to first state that the game occurred in\\na barber shop which was situated on the second\\nfloor of a prominent building in a small city.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "296 JACK POTS.\\nThe barber, who was the proprietor of the shop,\\nwas the banker, and to identify him his name shall\\nbe Dan. Others in the g ame were a young lawyer\\nwhose first name w^as Sidney, a traveling man\\nknown as Frank and a young society man whose\\nChristian name was Harold. These four gathered\\nat the tonsorial parlors at the time vulgarly known\\nas the shank of the evening. A small round table\\nwas pulled out from a back room, the curtains were\\npulled down and the lights turned up and the game\\nbegan.\\nAbout the time everybody had got his toes warm\\nthe banker realized that he was up against it, and\\nhe was starting in to cuss his luck when a feeble\\ntap was heard at the door. This was the private\\nsignal, but the players supposed that they were, the\\nonly ones in possession of it. It must be the police\\nand horrid visions of a night behind the bars filled\\ntheir minds.\\nQuietly the cards were hidden, the table shoved\\nto one side, and all the participants were busily\\nengaged reading newspapers or books when Dan\\nwent to the door. The outsider was a well-known\\ncharacter about town, known as Doc, because he\\nwas a dentist. He also had the reputation of being\\na man that knew everything that was going on.\\nHe could always tell where everyone was and\\nseemed to know everyone s business. On this\\noccasion he explained that he just happened to", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKIXG. 297\\nthink that the boys might be playing poker, and\\nhe was just dying to take a hand in the game.\\nIncidentally he mentioned that he had a roll of bills\\nin his pocket that he didn t mind losing provided\\nthere was a man in the room clever enough to take\\nit from him.\\nThey made a place for the intruder with no very\\ngood grace. This feeling rather increased after\\nnine or ten hands, when no one seemed to get so\\nmuch as a peek at Doc s bank roll. On the con-\\ntrary, everything was traveling his way with mad-\\ndening regularity. Harold in particular was\\nworked up over this state of affairs, and while he\\nwas sitting there like a dead man passing out his\\nchips and never taking one in he conceived the\\nidea of working a little joke on Doc and also get-\\nting even.\\nCalling Dan into the back room on some flimsy\\nexcuse he advised him of his scheme and how work\\nwas to be started to put it into execution. Then\\nDan took Sidney to one side and quietly told him\\nof the plan and the part he was to play in it. Frank\\nkept up his end by getting into an interesting col-\\nloquy with Doc over the latest scandal in high\\nlife, and there is always at least one in a small\\ntown.\\nThe arrangements having been perfected, all sat\\ndown again to the game. The cards w^ere dealt,\\nthe betting went on and the demon dentist again", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "2gB\\nJACK POTS.\\nswept the table of all the little red, white and blue\\nrepresentations of money.\\nLet s make the next one a jack pot, said Har-\\nold.\\nAll right, responded Doc, carelessly. I can\\nwin a little quicker in jacks.\\nDan, to whom fell the deal, made ready and shuf-\\nfled the cards.\\nFrank cut\\nthem, and Dan\\nwas just about\\nto distribute\\nthe pasteboards\\nwhen Sidney\\nuttered a low\\nmoan as if\\ngasping for\\nbreath and fell backward ofT\\nhis chair, apparently striking\\nheavily on the floor. In-\\nstantly everyone was on his\\nfeet, hurrying to the aid of\\nthe supposedly injured man. That is, everyone ex-\\ncept Dan, who lingered long enough to substitute\\na cold deck of cards for those in use.\\nThen he joined in with the others, and between\\nthem they had Sidney on a lounge, rubbed his\\nhands and gave him a drink of water. He rapidly\\nrevived, and explained that he had been subject to\\nDan lingered long enough to\\nsubstitute a cold deck\\nof cards.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 299\\nthese attacks for a year past, but he had been as-\\nsured by his physician that they were not danger-\\nous, and that he was perfectly able to continue\\nplaying.\\nSo he sat dow^n to the table, the cards were dealt\\nand the conspirators kicked each other as they saw\\na smile of pleasure spread over the face of the in-\\ntended victim.\\nTil open it, said Doc promptly, as he shoved\\na stack of ten chips on the table.\\nFr^nk and Sidney scrutinized their hands and\\nannounced that the pace was too hot for them.\\nHarold added five to Doc s ten and Dan went five\\nbetter. Doc tried to look as if he were surprised,\\nand simply saw the raises. \\\\Mien it came to the\\ndraw he hummed and hawed for a while and then\\nconcluded he would take one card. Harold took\\none card and Dan two.\\nIt being Doc s first bet he bet five chips as a\\nfeeler. Harold raised it five and Dan raised him.\\nDoc smiled in a satisfied way and lifted it up about\\ntwenty. To his surprise he was lifted as much in\\nreturn. Then there was an epidemic of raising;\\neveryone seemed furiously certain of their hand,\\nand no one would call. Frank and Sidney looked\\non and seemed paralyzed with wonderment.\\nDan, being the banker, had plenty of chips w^ith\\nwhich he and Harold covered all of Doc s good\\nmoney and in the end Doc s money ran out and he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "300 JACK POTS.\\nhad to call. This being agreeable to the other\\nplayers Dan laid down a pair of queens and three\\ntens.\\nWas that what you were betting on? inquired\\nDoc. That hand looks like a foot. I haven t\\ngot much here; only two little aces, with two more\\nto keep them company.\\nThen he smiled a broad smile as he made prep-\\narations to gather in the big pile of money and\\nchips. But he forgot that Harold was still to be\\nheard from.\\nCarefully, Doc, said the society leader. Drop\\nthat or you might break it. Your aces are not so\\nwarm in this game.\\nYou don t mean stammered Doc.\\nThat I can beat them? Take a look at these.\\nDoc gazed at the straight flush spread out be-\\nfore him and then at the agonizing spectacle of\\nHarold calmly raking in the pot, and then he arose\\nand left the room without uttering a word. The\\nnext day his money was returned to him and he\\nwas informed that he had been skinned. And he\\nnever heard the last of it.\\nBaseball men are famous poker players, and very\\nnaturally so. Although we occasionally hear a wail\\nabout the way the magnates oppress the poor\\nplayers, buy and sell them, and otherwise woe-\\nfully put on them, it is noticed that they do not go\\nout of the business until they are knocked out.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 301\\nThe truth is that they are the best paid class of\\nmen in any business, making more in a season of\\nsix month than the average professional man does\\nin a year. Then again, their work is play; some-\\nthing that they would do for fun if no one hired\\nthem to do it. They travel in first-class cars, put\\nup at first-class hotels, play only when the weather\\nis fine, and a day s work for them is less than four\\nhours.\\nith these advantages it is no wonder that they\\nare inclined to be sportive and wile away their off\\nhours with cards. At the same time it is not to\\nbe inferred that they are high rollers; there is no\\ncase on record where a ball player has got his\\nname in the papers for making a gigantic winning.\\nIt is all between themselves and at the end of the\\nseason no player s bank roll is very much depleted.\\nWhen an outsider gets into their game he is apt to\\nhave a peculiar tale to tell.\\nWhen I started out as a baseball correspondent\\nin never mind the year, said the sporting editor,\\nT considered myself as smart as any young man\\ncould be. I was personally acquainted with all the\\nplayers and was admitted to their confidences, con-\\nsequently I thought I was the whole thing.\\nWhen we arrived at the first city where the club\\nwas scheduled to play it rained and the game was\\ndeclared off. Time weighed heavily and a game\\nof poker was suggested. Of course I had to be in", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "302 JACK POTS.\\nIt. just to show that I was sporty. There were six\\nin the party beside myself, all finished players, but\\nI happened to be in luck, and as a man will do\\nin such circumstances I ascribed it all to my skill\\nand forced the play.\\nFinally a nice jack pot was on the board and\\nthe first man that had a say opened it. I looked at\\nmy hand and saw a combination of cards that ordi-\\nnarily would be thrown into the deck. But I made\\nup my mind to make a star play, and immediately\\nboosted the pot. The others stayed, but when it\\ncame to drawing cards I stood pat. The opener\\nbet and I raised with an air of confidence that\\nthrew the others ofT and they dropped. The\\nopener had not bettered his hand and he also quit.\\nEverything would have been all right had I\\nsimply thrown my hand into the pot, but I was so\\ndelighted at having bluffed so clever a lot that I laid\\nthe cards face upwards on the table, at the same\\ntime giving one of those idiotic chuckles that a\\nyoungster w^ll when he thinks he has fooled men\\nolder and more clever than himself. I saw an ex-\\nchange of glances go around that I mistook for\\nadmiration, but which I afterward learned was a\\nsilent comment on my freshness.\\nNothing further transpired at the game and I\\nquit a winner. A few days later we reached Cin-\\ncinnati for the Fourth of July games, and being a\\nday ahead of time, a game was arranged with a", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 303\\nlocal club in a near-by town. We started early in\\nthe morning, there being a dozen in the party, in-\\ncluding the manager and myself. We were in the\\nsmoker, and as soon as the train started the boys\\nbegan skylarking, much to the edification of the\\nother passengers, who were mostly country folk.\\n**I was enjoying the fun immensely when sud-\\ndenly I found myself in the hands of a half dozen\\nplayers, and in a twinkling almost they had\\nstripped me of all my outer garments. Here was\\na pleasant predicament for a fashionable young\\nman I had a light overcoat with me, and with\\nthat I covered myself as best I could, but to get up\\nand look for my clothes in that attire was more\\nthan I had the courage to do. I called appealingly\\nto the manager but he was at the other end of the\\ncoach and apparently deeply engrossed in a news-\\npaper. When the conductor came along he simply\\ngave me the laugh and passed by.\\nThen a chorus came from the players: Why\\ndon t you bluff it out Then I realized why I was\\ngetting the dose.\\nI rode for about fifteen minutes in that shape\\nand then my clothes were suddenly dumped on\\nme, all nicely tied into knots. I had a great deal\\nof trouble in getting them on, but I took it all\\ngood naturedly, for what else could I do? But\\nthey had not finished with me yet.\\nWhen we reached our destination it lacked an", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "304\\nJACK POTS.\\nhour before dinner and some of the players went\\ndriving, while the rest lounged around the hotel.\\nPresently one of the players returned riding a nag\\nof the coach variety, apparently about as docile as\\na cow. The rider announced that he was tired\\nalready of such a hard riding beast (I learned after-\\nHe must have been a circus horse at one time.\\nward that he was a splendid horseman) and in-\\nvited me to take his place.\\nI wasn t much of a rider, but to show that I\\nbore no hard feelings for the morning s perform-\\nance, I mounted the horse, and instantly some one\\ngave him a thundering slap, and away he went.\\nHe must have been a circus horse at one period\\nbecause I never saw one carry on the way he did.\\nHe appeared to go most of the time only on one", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 305\\nleg, and I was almost shaken to pieces. I finally\\ngot him into a walk, and was thinking of return-\\ning to the hotel when a buggy was driven up rap-\\nidly behind me and I heard the swish of a whip as it\\nfell on my horse s haunches. He was ofif like a shot\\nand I held on with all fours. The buggy kept up\\nwith me however and the whip continued to fall.\\n1 had just time to look around and see the laughing\\nfaces of two of the players when my horse swerved\\ninto a side road and the buggy passed on.\\nWell, I finally got the infernal animal under\\ncontrol again, and rode him back to the hotel,\\nbut I was so sore that I could not sit down to\\ndinner with any degree of comfort. The boys did\\nnot ask me anything about my adventures, but\\nthey talked a great deal about card playing, and\\nhow a player who could carry through a grand\\nbluff was sure to beat the game. I didn t join in\\nthe conversation, but I smiled an occasional sickly\\nsmile to show that I bore no malice.\\nThe final chapter in the hazing, for such it was,\\ncame a week later. We were in St. Louis, and\\nafter the first game, I went with about four of the\\nboys to a variety theatre. Among the performers\\nwas a singer who styled herself La Belle Clarisse,\\nor something like that, who had fluffy hair, and\\nlooked very attractive in the glare of the footlights.\\nWe applauded her enthusiastically, thereby attract-\\ning her attention and she smiled sweetly on us.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "3o6 JACK POTS.\\nOne of the boys professed to know her, at any\\nrate he sent her a note by the waiter, and after the\\nshow she came to our table. The Hghts had been\\nturned down by that time and she looked and\\ntalked charmingly. An invitation was extended to\\nher to witness the next day s game, and I was de-\\nlighted w^hen I was designated as her escort. In\\nmy verdancy I congratulated myself at being thus\\nhonored, and pictured myself creating a furore\\nw^hen I escorted that beautiful being to the ball\\ngrounds and past the envious multitude.\\nBut I was grievously disenchanted when I went\\nto her boarding house next day and saw La Belle.\\nThe bright sunlight was different from the foot-\\nlights and she appeared to have aged about twenty-\\nfive years since the night before. Her fluffy hair\\nwas gone and her face was seamed and sallow, and\\nthere was also a tough look about her mouth that\\nI had not previously noticed. But there was no\\nchance to back out. There she was all togged out,\\nso gay that you could see her a mile off, and I had\\nto take her.\\nOh, how I suffered Instead of creating a\\nfurore I attracted attention of another kind.\\nEverybody looked at us, to be sure, but not in the\\nway I fancied. The few acquaintances I had made\\nignored me, and I would have been isolated if it\\nhad not been for the players. They did not forget\\nme. They took every opportunity of grouping in", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "PRACTICAL JOKING. 307\\nfront of the stand where we sat and grinning at\\nus in a way that focused all eyes in our vicinity.\\nI sat the game through, but I had alternate cold\\nchills and hot sweats all the time, and after I had\\nescorted La Belle home, I made a solemn vow\\nnever to be fresh again. The players evidently\\nthought that I had been properly educated, for\\nthey let up on me thereafter. Another result of my\\nexperience was that I never bluffed in a poker\\ngame afterwards that is, I never let any one\\nknow that I did.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXII.\\nCROOKED GAMBLING AN EXPERT EXPLAINS THE\\nMYSTERIES OF SECOND CARD, PAPER MEN\\nAND HOLD OUTS.\\nThere is no pleasure at all in playing poker un-\\nless it is on the square. If a man in addition to\\nbending all his mind to the proper playing of his\\nhand has also to watch his opponent to see that\\nhe does not cheat, he may win a little money at the\\ngame but he certainly cannot extract much fun\\nfrom the pastime. Fortunately for the popularity\\nof the game it is not easy to cheat at poker.\\nDoubtless there are a number of players who have\\nthe incHnation but they lack the skill. To stack a\\npack or even slip a card requires sleight of hand\\nthat cannot be mastered without years of practice,\\nand it will not do to cheat unless it can be done\\nwithout detection. No amateur player cares to\\nbe thrown out of a window or booted down the\\nstairs.\\nThe amateur player who would cheat if he could\\nillustrates his weakness by the way he tries to put\\nup the cards. \\\\Mien he is out of a deal, he will\\ngather together the discard and sort out the aces,\\nkings or other high cards, and bunch them, so that\\nif the cards are not well shuffled on the next deal\\n308", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "CROOKED GAMBLING. 309\\nthere is a chance of catching three of a kind on\\nthe draw. He watches the shuffle and cut very\\nclosely, and regulates his draw by what he can re-\\nmember of the position of the cards, and if the\\ncards are given him to cut, he cuts them light or\\ndeep so as to give him the best chance of getting\\nthe stacked cards.\\nThese and a number of other little devices which\\nare familiar to poker players, are not exactly cheat-\\ning, but they are efforts to gain some advantage\\nover the other players, independent of the natural\\nrun of the cards. It is pleasant to record that the\\nplayers who resort to such tricks are not remark-\\nable for their winnings. Their calculations fre-\\nquently go wrong and then they come to grief in\\na way that is a source of merriment to the men who\\nare content to play the game strictly on its merits.\\nIt would be an interesting sight to run some of\\nthese fellows up against a professional card sharp,\\nand see how they would get skinned.^ Their money\\nwould not be worth two cents on the dollar, be-\\ncause the professional leaves nothing to chance.\\nProfessional gamblers may have a home but\\nthey do not stay there. They are continually trav-\\neling from place to place, continually looking for a\\ngame. They work a town for a week or maybe a\\nmonth, and then, when the atmosphere begins to\\nbe lurid they move on. That gives an opening for\\nanother professional to work the town, with a dif-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "3IO JACK POTS.\\nferent kind of game. There is a sucker born every\\nminute.\\nProfessionals usually travel in pairs, under the\\nguise of legitimate business agents or as wealthy\\npleasure seekers. They have letters of introduction\\nfrom prominent people bogus, of course and as\\na result they are introduced into fashionable clubs,\\nand subsequently into the game. Unlike amateurs,\\nwho are prone to brag of their winnings, the pro-\\nfessional will try to hide his gains, and very often\\nwill claim to be loser when, in reality he has won\\nmany dollars.\\nThere are a hundred ways of cheating, mechan-\\nical and otherwise, but the most of them cannot be\\nused successfully except in a room and on a table\\nfitted up for that purpose, and these are found only\\nhi crooked gambling joints. The most skillful\\ngamblers rely on the dexterity of their fingers, and\\ncarry no appHances that might come to light un-\\nexpectedly and put them in a very awkward plight.\\nSome are known as paper men others as hold\\nouts, while more are called second dealers.\\nThey all, of course, have a general knowledge of\\nthe various methods of cheating, but they excel, as\\na rule, in some one of these systems. A retired\\ngambler, who, in his day was the most skilled sec-\\nond dealer in the country, explains these methods\\nvery entertainingly.\\nIt took me more than four years of hard prac-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "CROOKED GAMBLING. 3^1\\ntice to learn how to deal seconds properly. A sec-\\nond dealer is a man who can deal cards from any\\npart of the pack without detection, so that, prev-\\nious to the players drawing cards he skilfully slips\\nhis thumb along the bottom of the pack and\\ncatches a glimpse of the cards to be dealt. If he\\nsees anything he needs he can deal it to himself\\nas easily as if it were on the top of the pack. If\\nhe has a partner he will know by signs just exactly\\nwhat he wants, and if he can t give it to him he\\nwill motion to him to stay out.\\n*If his partner has a pair he will look through\\nthe pack, and if he observes the other pair of the\\nsame he will make a sign to his partner, who will\\nthereupon raise the price to draw cards. As a rule,\\npartners sit together when they play, so that one\\ncan cut to the other s liking, and this is in itself\\na science, for the man cutting the cards will do it\\nto the satisfaction of the whole board, as he ap-\\nparently mixes them up, while in reality he does\\nnot disturb his partner s prearranged cards.\\nIn this instance the man who cuts the cards\\nwould naturally be the last to get cards, and his\\npartner has an easy thing giving him what he\\nwants. When he is first to get cards, it is different.\\nIt is rather difficult to pull two cards from difTerent\\nparts of the pack, and then all eyes are watching\\nthe dealer when he is giving out the first cards.\\nSo, while holding the pack in his left hand just be-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "312 JACK POTS.\\nfore starting to deal to those drawing, he will find\\nsome pretext for reaching his right hand across the\\ntable, and in this manner he will momentarily hide\\nthe deck. In fhat instant he will shift with his\\nfingers one of the cards his partner needs to the\\ntop of the pack. He will repeat this movement\\nthe same as before, and bring the other card on\\ntop. His partner will draw three cards and will,\\nof course, get four of a kind.\\nThe gambler then showed how he could bring\\ncards from the center to the top of the pack. Hold-\\ning the pack in his left hand as if about to deal,\\nhe would shove his forefinger between the deck\\nand right above the card he was to bring on top.\\nHe would then raise his forefinger, thereby lifting\\nthe cards above it, and then with the middle finger\\nhe would slide the wanted card out about half an\\ninch toward his fingers. Then he would press down\\non the card and in this manner raise it outside the\\npack. He would then remove his forefinger,\\nthereby allowing the cards to fall back again. The\\nneeded card would be standing on its side outside\\nthe pack, and it would then be an easy matter to\\nshift it on top of the pack. In fact, the whole\\noperation looked easy enough until tried, and then\\nit became very difficult.\\nTaper men, explained this expert, are men\\nwho make a specialty of reading cards. They have\\na system of marking the backs of cards so that", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "CROOKED GAMBLING. 313\\nthey can tell all the aces, kings, queens, jacks, and\\neventually the whole pack, if it is used long enough.\\nThis knowledge of course gives them a tremen-\\ndous advantage, especially in a two handed game,\\nfor they can tell just what the other player has by\\nlooking at the backs of his cards.\\nTil never forget the first time I had an expe-\\nrience with a paper man. I was in a Denver saloon\\none day, and a fat stranger with whom I had\\nstruck up an acquaintance suggested a game of\\npoker. I accepted the proposition with pleasure,\\nand we retired to an ante room for the sport. Be-\\nfore we had been playing very long I discovered\\nthat my friend w^as using a pack of readers. I had\\ngiven him a few good hands, but he wouldn t play,\\nfor of course he could see that I had a better hand,\\nso I made up my mind to fool him.\\nIt finally came to my deal w^hen there was a\\npretty good jack pot. I had lost a little money\\nand I now set about getting it back with interest.\\nSo I stacked my fat friend three aces and gave\\nmyself three kings. After I had given out the two\\nhands I laid down the deck, and the top card was\\nan ace. Directly under the ace I had a five of\\nclubs and the six of clubs and a king under that.\\nWhen the fellow saw the ace on top he smiled,\\nfor he knew that he had four aces sure. He opened\\nthe pot for a small amount and I gave it a lift. He\\ncame back at me with another raise, and we kept", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "314 JACK POTS.\\nit up, until he finally said that he had only a little\\nmoney left to bet with, for he wanted some fun\\nafter the draw. I guess he thought I must be soft\\nwith my poor kings up against his three and as\\ngood as four aces.\\nWell, he drew one and I gave him the five of\\nclubs. I took two myself, taking my king and his\\nace. As I ex2ected, he drew in the card without\\nlooking at it, shoved it under his other four, and\\nthen said, with a broad smile: Now, I ll bet all\\nI have, and he threw out the few remaining dol-\\nlars he had. I covered it, and called him.\\nI have four aces, he replied, as he turned up\\nhis hand, and then when he saw the cards he ut-\\ntered an awful oath, and shouted: Well, I ll be\\ndamned if they didn t change right before my\\nvery eyes\\nI know they did, I said, as I pocketed the\\ncoin, and your paper isn t worth two cents a pound\\nplaying with me and I left the place $500 richer\\nfor that transaction.\\nPaper men have many ways of marking cards.\\nSome of them carry a small machine which is at-\\ntached to their finger and resembles a ring, and\\nwith this they cut the backs of the cards near the\\ncorners, so that when dealing they always have\\nan advantage.\\nHold out men are men who when playing con-\\nceal cards in the palm of their hand. They do this", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "CROOKED GAMBLING. 3^5\\nvery cleverly, sometimes dealing and handling the\\npack while palming a half dozen cards, and they\\ncan get rid of them without detection. Even if you\\nhave your eyes on the man it is hard to see any-\\nthing crooked. For instance one of these fellows\\nwill hold four of a kind in his hand until it comes\\nhis age. Not always four aces, in fact, very rarely\\nanything higher than tens, because high cards are\\nmore apt to excite suspicion. After the dealer has\\ngiven out cards and laid down the deck, the hold\\nout man will put his hand down on the deck,\\nthereby putting his four tens on top, and say, Wait\\na while; this should have been my deal. This is\\nmerely an excuse for his action in putting the cards\\non top. After a little dispute he will draw four\\ncards, and as he is the first to draw he will get the\\nfour tens. Of course he can t play that trick more\\nthan twice at least in the evening, so he must se-\\nlect some time when there is a big pot, and that\\nisn t always possible. That is why the second card\\nand the paper man have an advantage over the hold\\nout man.\\nIt not only requires skill to perform these tricks,\\nbut to use them as a gambler a man must possess\\nan iron nerve and never get rattled. Some magi-\\ncians are very clever with cards, in fact more so\\nthan any gambler, but they can*t play poker with a\\ncrooked card player. No man could handle cards\\nVvith the dexterity of Hermann but he was a regu-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "3i6 JACK POTS.\\nlar loser at poker. Of course there is another side\\nto this. Hermann did not try to cheat while play-\\ning poker. If he or any other expert would de-\\nliberately use his wonderful skill to cheat at cards\\ndoes any one doubt that he could not defeat any\\ncrooked player? I would hate to stake the crook\\nagainst him.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIII.\\nCLASSIC TALES OF POKER THE ONE-EYED MAN ORIGIN\\nOF THE LOOLOO FOUR KINGS AS BANK COLLATERAL\\nJAY GOULD AS A PHILANTHROPIST.\\nAround such an old and venerable institution as\\npoker there has necessarily grown up a crop of\\nclassic stories, passed down from year to year,\\nchanging their location perhaps but preserving\\ntheir main features, and losing nothing of their\\nattractiveness from age. You may or may not\\nhave heard them before if they are new to you, so\\nmuch the better; if old friends they will be wel-\\ncomed heartily. They run the gamut from grave\\nto gay, from lively to severe, although in this col-\\nlection we will omit the grave and the severe.\\nIn the way of sarcasm where can we find a nicer\\nbit than in the story of the gambler who was in-\\ndicted for running a game of chance, and triumph-\\nantly acquitted on the plea of his counsel that the\\nplayers who bucked against his bank didn t have\\nany chance? This little bit should be highly ap-\\npreciated by some of the venturesome visitors to\\nthe Chicago World s Fair who explored Clark\\nStreet.\\nA variant myth is equally apt and pithy. A\\npoker player was hauled up before a justice on the\\ncharge of gambling.\\n317", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "3i8\\nJACK POTS.\\nSo you were playing cards for money? said\\nthe magistrate, severely.\\nNo, sir; we were playing for chips.\\nIt s all the same thing. You got your chips\\ncashed for money at the end of the game, I sup-\\npose\\nYou re\\nsaid\\nNo, sir.\\nNo! How s that? At the end of the\\ngame I didn t have any\\nchip^, your honor.\\ndischarged,\\nthe judge,\\nand he snapped it\\nout so quick that\\nthe constable\\nturned pale.\\nIn Montana to\\nassume that the\\njudge is ignorant\\nof any of the\\nniceties of poker\\nis to be fined for\\ncontempt of\\nYou re discharged, said the Judge. COUrt.\\nA lawyer de-\\nfending a prisoner charged with swindling ex-\\nplained Your honor, one of the witnesses alleges\\nthat my client rung in a cold deck on him. A cold\\ndeck, your honor, it may be necessary to explain,\\nIS a", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 319\\nThe assumption, said the judge, severely,\\nthat the court doesn t know what a cold deck is,\\nMr. Sharp, is an impertinence that will subject you\\nto a fine if persisted in. Proceed with your argu-\\nment.\\nThe prevalence of poker in the West was once\\ndemonstrated to the satisfaction of a traveler in\\nthat region.\\nCan we have a little two dollar limit up stairs?\\nhe asked of the hotel clerk.\\nCertainly, answered the clerk, only be quiet\\nabout it.\\nOf course; but how about the sheriff?\\nI don t know. Here, Front! the clerk called\\nto the boy. Run over to the sherifif s of^ce and\\nask him if he wants to take a hand in a small game\\nof draw.\\nNo picture of western license can be more strik-\\ning than the following, which is located in the rat-\\ntlesnake region of Arizona.\\nI don t see the prisoner, said the judge, as he\\nwaked up preparatory to sentencing the culprit.\\nWhere is he?\\nI m blest if I know, said the sherifY, looking\\nunder the benches. Just lent him my paper of\\nfine cut, too.\\nWas he a big red headed man with a scar on\\nhis cheek? asked the foreman, who was playing\\npoker with the rest of the jury.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "320 JACK POTS.\\nThat s the cuss, said the clerk.\\nWhy, then, said the foreman, he asked me to\\ngo out and take a drink with him about an hour\\nago, but I showed him~ I had three sixes, and he\\nsaid, Well, next time then, and walked out.\\nThe thunder you say! roared his honor.\\nHowever, he s sure to be in town next week to see\\nthe dog fight, and some of you must remind the\\nsheriff to shoot him at sight. The docket is just\\njammed full of horse stealing cases and there is\\nno time to waste over homicides.\\nA common saying, There s a one-eyed man in\\nthe game, meaning about the same as look out\\nfor a cheat, has its origin in a story that bears the\\nstamp of truth.\\nA little game of draw was in progress in Omaha,\\nand among its participants was a one-eyed man.\\nHe was playing in rather remarkable luck, but no\\none could very well find fault with that. Pres-\\nently, however, there came a jack pot, and it was\\nthe one-eyed man s deal. He opened the pot, and\\nwhile he was giving himself cards a certain belli-\\ncose gentleman named Jones thought he detected\\nthe one-eyed man in the act of palming a card.\\nQuick as a flash, Jones whipped out a revolver and\\nplaced it on the table beside him.\\nGentlemen, he said, decisively, we ^ill have\\na fresh deal this one doesn t go.\\nThe players were surprised, but as none of them", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 321\\nhad bettered his hand save the opener, who made\\nno sign of disapproval, they wilHngly consented.\\nAnd now that we start on a new deal, pursued\\nMr. Jones, carelessly toying with the revolver, let\\nme announce that we are going to have nothing\\nbut square deals. I am not making any insinua-\\ntions or bringing any charges, and I will say only\\nthis, that if I catch any son-of-a-gun cheating I will\\nshoot out his other eye.\\nHistory affirms that from that time henceforth\\nthat game was the squarest on record.\\nA well known sporting man tells this story and\\nswears to it.\\nHalf a dozen of us were playing a stiff game.\\nA well known lawyer, known as the Colonel, hap-\\npened into the room, and though he was some-\\nwhat the Worse for drink he insisted on taking a\\nhand. A hundred dollars worth of chips were\\nhanded out to him and the game recommenced.\\nOnly a few hands had been dealt when the Col-\\nonel s head sank softly down on his vest and his\\neyelids closed. He was fast asleep.\\nOn the next hand a jack pot one of the\\nplayers opened on an ace flush. No one came in\\nand he was about to rake in the pot, when he no-\\nticed that the Colonel had not had his say. He\\nreached across the table and gave the sleeping\\nwarrior a dig in the ribs.\\nWake up, he cried. Wake up and play your\\nhand.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "322 JACK POTS.\\nWha s ma r? asked the Colonel, wearily.\\nPot is opened for five dollars. Everybody else\\nis out. Is it my pot?\\nThe Colonel roused up, picked up his hand in\\na jumbled careless fashion and sleepily slid ten dol-\\nlars into the pot.\\nIt s only five dollars to come in, said the\\nother, with the jubilant light of hope in his eyes.\\n*Do you raise\\nOh, five dollars, is it? Well, never mind, let\\nher go at that. Raise.\\nThen the gentleman with the flush raised again.\\nSo did the Colonel. Finally every dollar each\\nplayer had, went to swell the prodigiously big pot.\\nThe boys hated to see the Colonel throwing away\\nhis money in that maudlin way, but they couldn t\\ninterfere.\\nHow many cards? said the dealer. The fists\\nof the two men hit the table with resounding\\nthumps, as a signal that both had pat hands. It\\nwas a show-down then. The drowsy Colonel\\nspread out on the table a queen full. The boys\\nshoved him the pot, and he was too drunk to reach\\nfor it. The laugh was on the other player, although\\nhe did not have much laugh left in him. He said,\\nhowever, that it was the first time he had ever\\nwakened a man to make him play his hand and\\nit would be his last.\\nThe story of the origin of the looloo has all the", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 323\\nelements of immortality. Every poker player\\nshould know it and every poker player who has\\nheard it will enjoy reading it once more. So here\\nit is\\nThe locale is a gambling saloon in Butte. A\\ntenderfoot had announced his intention of reliev-\\ning a few of the miners of what spare change they\\nhad left after assuaging their thirst. Without\\nmuch trouble he found a victim who was willing to\\ntry a hand or two at poker.\\nLuck favored the stranger and he won the ma-\\njority of the pots. Finally he drew four aces, and\\nafter the stakes had been run up to a very com-\\nfortable figure, he magnanimously refused to bet\\nfurther.\\nThis is downright robbery, he said, pleasantly,\\nand I don t want to bankrupt you so early. So\\nhere goes. He threw down his cards and reached\\nout for the money.\\nHold on, said his antagonist. I ll take care\\nof the dust if you please.\\nBut I hold four aces see?\\nWell, what of it? I have a looloo.\\nA\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what?\\nA looloo three clubs and two diamonds.\\nThe stranger was dazed. A looloo? he re-\\npeated. Well, what is a looloo anyhow?\\nThree clubs and two diamonds, cooly repeated\\nthe miner. Guess you ain t accustomed to our\\npoker rules out here. See there?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "324 JACK POTS.\\nAs he spoke he jerked his thumb over his shoul-\\nder toward a pasteboard card which hung on the\\nwall back of the bar. It read:\\nA LOOLOO\\nBEATS FOUR ACES.\\nThe game proceeded but it was plainly evident\\nthat the unsophisticated young gamester had\\nsomething on his mind. Within five minutes he\\nsuddenly braced up and his face was wreathed in\\nsmiles. Then he began betting with his former\\nvigor and recklessness. In fact he staked his last\\ndollar on his hand.\\nJust at this juncture the barkeeper stopped in\\nthe midst of manipulating a cocktail, and hung up\\nanother card behind the bar and above the dazzling\\narray of glasses and bottles.\\nThe young man threw down his hand with an\\nexultant whoop. It s my time to howl just\\nabout now he cried, as he reached for the money.\\nThere s a looloo for you^ three clubs and two\\ndiamonds.\\nPshaw! exclaimed the miner. Really, this is\\ntoo bad. You don t understand our rules at all.\\nYou certainly don t mean to tell me that you play", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 325\\npoker in such a slip shod way down East, do you\\nWhy, look at that rule over there.\\nHe pointed over the head of the busy barkeeper.\\nThe unfortunate young man read his doom in the\\nhandwriting on the wall. The bit of pasteboard\\nbore this legend:\\nTHE LOOLOO\\nCAN BE\\nPLAYED\\nBUT ONCE A NIGHT.\\nThey say it was a Chicago man who was thus\\nintroduced to this awful innovation. He raised\\nmoney to take him home, and got even on his dear\\nfriends, but the secret soon got out, and the loo-\\nloo now goes in Chicago right along.\\nOf course a subject so prolific in possibilities has\\nnot escaped the attention of the funny man, and\\nin his efiforts of the imagination he has spared\\nneither age nor position in life. Even the clergy\\nhave not escaped.\\nThere is the story of the gentleman who had in-\\nadvertently slipped a blue chip into the contribu-\\ntion box, and called upon hie pastor next day with", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "326 JACK POTS.\\nan apology for his carelessness, and proffered a\\nsilver dollar in place of the chip.\\nAh, yes, said the divine. Let me see. You\\nbelong to the Lake Shore Club, I believe?\\nI do, replied the gentleman, promptly.\\nThen, returned the clergyman, decidedly, a.\\ndollar is not enough. A blue chip is worth five\\ndollars in your game.\\nPerhaps it was the same minister who remarked\\nfrom the pulpit, while examining the contents of\\nthe contribution box:\\n*T regret to say that the heathen have not yet\\narrived at that point of civilization where they will\\nderive any benefit from poker chips, but if the gen-\\ntlemen who contributed these tokens will step\\naround to the vestry after services, they may re-\\ndeem them; otherwise I will keep them until the\\nheathen can be instructed.\\nAn Oklahoma preacher was even more shrewd.\\nThe collection will now be taken, he said, and\\nI take this opportunity to remark that poker chips\\ndon t go any more. Get them cashed before you\\ncome and bring the money. I am forced to this\\ndecision by the fact that some of the brethren have\\nbeen shoving off chips of their own manufacture\\nand letting the laugh be on us when we went to\\nget them cashed at the Dewdrop Fortune Parlors.\\nA still more alarming state of affairs is revealed\\nthe protest which the Rev. Lettus Hitemhard\\nlelt consiramea to make lo his congregation.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 327\\nMy friends, said he, earnestly, the extent to\\nwhich gambling has been carried on in our town is\\nalarming. From my study I can look across the\\nstreet into a clubroom, where night after night\\nyoung men gather to play cards. Last night I\\nsaw a sight that made my blood run cold. There\\nat a table sat four young men playing poker for\\nmoney! Yes, for money. I don t wonder that\\nyou shudder, brethren. Large stacks of money\\nwere before them, and would you believe it, I ac-\\ntually saw one young man, who ought to have\\nknown better, bet ten blue chips on a pair of\\nkings\\nThe razor and the negro are supposed to be in-\\nseparable companions, so in this class of poker\\ntales you naturally expect to run across a razor.\\nAs for example, in this dialogue\\nDid you have a citing game last night?\\nOn y played one hand.\\nFestivities rather short, hey? What break em\\nup?\\nDar was seben dollahs on de table an I had\\nthree kings.\\nBerry good foh a stahter.\\nAn Mistah Jinkins held up cards.\\nTromisin\\nShe An I drew annuda king.\\nAn won de pot?\\nNo.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "328\\nJACK POTS.\\nWhy, what did Jinkins draw?\\nEr razor.\\nThe following story is told about the late la-\\nmented King Kalakaua, who when he ruled the\\nSandwich Islands was a really good fellow, if his\\nskin was dark. It is also told about the famous\\nTom Corwin, the\\nSouthern states-\\nman of ante hel-\\nium days. Cor-\\nwin had a very\\ndark complexion,\\nand it is told of\\nhim that he once\\nattended a ball\\ngiven in Wash-\\nington by a very\\nexclusive mulatto\\nset. He was in\\ncompany with an-\\nother Southern-\\ner also of a\\nsallow hue, and as they presented their tickets at\\nthe door, they were halted by the doorkeeper.\\nExcuse me, said that functionary. Your\\nfriend may enter, but, pardon me you are a shade\\ntoo dark.\\nHowever, Paul Newman, who was Attorney-\\nGeneral for Kalakaua, declares that the King was\\nExcuse me, said that functionary you\\nare a shade too dark.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER 329\\nthe hero of this story. He says that the king was\\nan ardent poker player but not a high roller, as\\ngenerally believed.\\nOne night Newman, the King and two others\\nwere having a friendly set-to when a revolution\\nbroke out. Matters were getting interesting\\naround the poker table w^hen a messenger came\\nrunning in to announce that the rioters were on\\ntheir way to sack the royal palace. It was decided\\nto go home directly after the jack pot, conse-\\nquently the betting was fast and furious. As the\\nKing placed his last bet on the board the report of\\nguns was heard.\\nRun for your lives! cried Kalakaua.\\nThe party started to run, but before they got\\nunder way, the King showed his hand and raked\\nin the pot. The party was so nervous that they did\\nnot notice the cards closely, so the King, who had\\nthree jacks, rung in a photo of himself as the fourth\\njack. After the riot had been suppressed, the trick\\nwas discovered, but as Kalakaua had been a steady\\nloser all summer, it was not considered good form\\nto kick.\\nWhen ex-Senator Thomas Fitch lived in Vir-\\nginia City, Nevada, he was unquestionably the fin-\\nest orator on the Pacific slope, and the best\\nequipped lawyer, with the possible exception of the\\nsupreme judge, Stephen J- Field. Tom was the\\nidol of every mining camp in those parts where he", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "330 JACK POTS.\\nwas widely known. One of his failings, however,\\nwas his carelessness in money matters and his in-\\ntrepidity in incurring debts. He also had a weak-\\nness for cards and never missed an opportunity of\\ngetting into a game.\\nOne Sunday morning in 1874, Jim Merry^ a well\\nknown sporting man of Virginia City, rose with\\nthe sun and was ambling down K Street for his\\ncocktail, when he met Tom Fitch.\\nGood morning. Senator, greeted Merry, and\\nwhat brings you out so early\\nI ve been up all night in a game, answered\\nFitch, with some acerbity.\\nWell, how did you come out? queried Merry.\\nLost $2,530, replied the senator.\\nThat s too bad. Senator, said Merry, commis-\\neratingly. You must have played in bad luck.\\nSo I did, said Fitch. And the worst of it is\\nthat thirty dollars of it was in cash money.\\nOf course the following incident happened in the\\nbreezy West, and it bears all the earmarks of sacred\\ntruth, which always makes a story much more en\u00c2\u00ab\\njoyable.\\nOne morning the janitor of the bank opened the\\ndoor and was surprised to see three rather tired\\nlooking men sitting on the steps, the center one of\\nwhom held a sealed envelope carefully in sight of\\nhis companions. A few minutes later the cashier\\nof the bank arrived and they followed him into\\nthe building.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 33^\\nGood morning, gentlemen, he said, pleasantly.\\nWant to make a deposit?\\nNo I want to negotiate a loan, said the man\\nwith the envelope, and there ain t a minute to lose.\\nI want five thousand dollars quicker than Hades\\ncan scorch a feather.\\nWhat collateral have you to offer? Govern-\\nments or commercial paper? inquired the bank\\nofBcial.\\nGovernments nothing! exclaimed the man.\\nFve got something that beats four per cents all\\nhollow. You see, I ve been sitting in a poker game\\nacross the street, and there s more than five thou-\\nsand dollars in the pot. There are three or four\\npretty strong hands out, and as I ve every cent in\\nthe center the boys have given me thirty minutes\\nto raise a stake on my hand. It s in this envelope.\\nJust look at it, but don t give it away to these gen-\\ntlemen. They are in the game, and came along to\\nsee that I don t monkey with the cards.\\nBut, my dear sir, said the cashier, who had\\nquietly opened the envelope and found* it to con-\\ntain four kings and an ace, this is entirely irregu-\\nlar. We do not lend money on cards.\\nBut you ain t going to see me raised out on a\\nhand like this, are you? whispered the poker\\nplayer, anxiously. These fellows think I m bluff-\\ning, and I can just clean out the whole gang. You\\nsee, we ain t playing straight flushes, so I ve got\\nem right in the door.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "332 JACK POTS.\\nCan t help it, sir; never heard of such a thing,\\nsaid the cashier, severely, and the disappointed\\napplicant and his friends filed sadly out.\\nOn the corner they met the president of the bank\\nwho was himself just from an all night game. The\\nman explained the case again, and the next mo-\\nment the superior officer darted into the bank,\\nseized a bundle of twenties and followed the trio.\\nIn about ten minutes he returned with the bundle\\nand an extra handful of twenties, which he flung\\non the counter.\\nHere, credit five hundred dollars to interest\\naccount, he said to the cashier. Why, I thought\\nyou had more business snap. Ever play poker?\\nNo, sir.\\nAh, I thought not. If you had you would\\nknow what good collateral was. Remember that\\nin future four kings and an ace, with straight\\nflushes barred, are always good in this institution\\nfor our entire assets, sir our entire assets.\\nThe man who wins a lot of money from another\\nfellow and then gives it back with a sermon, has\\nappeared several times in print, and now he makes\\nhis bow in the guise of no less a person than the\\nfamous Jay Gould.\\nIt was in Chicago about twenty years ago. He\\nhappened to be at a hotel when a social game of\\npoker was in progress. One of the party was a\\nyoung man of about twenty-eight, who was plung-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "CLASSIC TALES OF POKER. 333\\ning recklessly. He was winning right along, rak-\\ning in pot after pot, and punctuating every one\\nwith a drink.\\nMr. Gould was looking on, but making no com-\\nment, and as it happened no one knew who he was.\\nFinally one of the party quit, and the others asked\\nGould to take a hand. He declined. The game\\nwent on, the players getting every minute more\\nreckless and drunker. The young plunger at\\nlength said, sneeringly, to Gould, Say, if you come\\nin, we ll make it ten cent limit.\\nGould was stung by the sarcasm.\\nYes, I ll play, he said, quietly, but you must\\nnot alter your game. I have not played for years,\\nbut I guess I can learn again.\\nThe game started again, and the plunger opened\\nthe pot for a thousand dollars. He chuckled as he\\ndid so and fingered his winnings, which amounted\\nto nearly $8,000. The others dropped out, and\\nGould raised it a thousand dollars.\\nTwo thousand better, shouted the reckless\\nbetter.\\nTwenty thousand better, said Gould, taking a\\nroll of bills from his pocket and counting out that\\namount.\\nThe young man sank back in his chair, sobered\\nby the shock. Forcing a smile on his face, he said\\nI have only five thousand in cash. Can I have\\na show down?", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "334 JACK POTS.\\nYes, said Gould, grimly.\\nThere was a show down, and you are prepared\\nto hear that Jay Gould had four aces. He always\\nheld four aces in every game he played railroads\\nor anything else. The broken young man arose\\nand staggered out of the room, with the prospect\\nof utter ruin staring him in the face.\\nAs he was about to leave the hotel a waiter\\nstepped up to him and told him that a gentleman\\nwished to see him in his room.\\nYoung man, said Gould, when the young man\\nwas brought into his presence. I learn that you oc-\\ncupy a responsible position in this city, and that\\nyou have a young wife and a child, both probably\\nwaiting for you at this moment. You have ruined\\nyourself, your wife and your little one for an hour^s\\npleasure. It is quite evident that you are not fit\\nto own anything more than a twenty dollar bill, but\\nyour wife must not suffer for you. Here, and\\nhe handed him the money he had lost, take this to\\nher, and ask her to take care of it for you.\\nAs the young man went out, humiliated but\\nthankful, he stopped at the desk and found out\\nthat his benefactor s name was Jay Gould. Now\\nthat is the story and they do say that from that\\nday Jay Gould developed symptoms of that disease\\nwhich carried him off enlargement of the heart.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\nTHE POETRY OF POKER DITTIES, WISE AND OTHER-\\nWISE, ABOUT THE GREAT NATIONAL GAME.\\nIt is a very singular feature about poker that it\\nhas no distinctive poetry to commemorate its\\ngreatness. There must have been at least ten thou-\\nsand poems, big and little, written about war, while\\npoker has been sadly neglected, although men have\\nbeen known to get just as mad and excited over the\\ngame particularly when it was not running their\\nway as any warrior who charged up San Juan\\nHill. Horse racing has had its poets, and How\\nSalvator Won, is a classic. Baseball has been im-\\nmortalized in Casey at the Bat, and the football\\npoet has been heard in the land. Then why has\\npoker been neglected Where is the man who will\\nsend his name thundering down the ages with an\\nepic poem on the great national game? Here is\\nan opportunity for some one to make fame and for-\\ntune. Meanwhile we must be content with odd bits\\nstrewn here and there, of most of which the author-\\nship is unknown.\\nThe first that comes to my memory is a personal\\ncouplet recited on many occasions by William\\nReece, of St. Paul, Fargo, Bismarck and interme-\\ndiate stations. It runs in this wise\\n335", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "336 JACK POTS.\\nI m Poker Bill, from Poker Hill.\\nI never quit, and I never will.\\nThe idea conveyed is that Mr. Reece had de-\\nvoted his life to the game of poker, and so he had.\\nTo be sure he did quit at intervals for meals and\\nsleep, with occasional gaps when his exchequer\\nwas exhausted (William s name not being as good\\nas his tin), but otherwise he was very faithful to\\nhis motto.\\nThis same Mr. Reece was not noted for his good\\nluck, and there were times when he became ab-\\nsolutely melancholy over his poor success. To ren-\\nder the situation more trying he came into frequent\\ncontact with gentlemen who had apparently no\\ndif^culty in filling flushes and helping pairs, and\\nit was to one of these favorites of fortune that Mr.\\nReece dedicated the following lines:\\nHe can put up the biggest bluff,\\nHis gall has turned to liver;\\nAnd if he for a steamboat drew\\nHe d surely catch a river\\nThese two examples show true poetic instinct\\nand make us wish that Mr. Reece had turned his\\nattention to the muse, instead of wasting his time\\ndrawing to deuces and bobtail flushes.\\nIt must have been a gentleman similarly unfor-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OF POKER. 337\\ntunate who illustrated the varying fortunes of the\\ngame with this chunk of wisdom\\nWhen a fellow s ahead of the game\\nHe can either quit or stick\\nBut when he s way deep in the hole\\nHe can t do nothing but kick.\\nIn all well regulated games of poker the loser\\nhas the privilege of kicking. In Helena, Montana,\\nit used to be the custom when a gentleman had\\nvented his feelings over a specially hard or con-\\ntinuous run of bad luck to bid the barkeeper bring\\nin a barrel or a post so that he might kick to some\\npurpose. This w^as calculated to make the kicker\\nfeel better.\\nIt was quite a time out West before the old\\nveterans tolerated any of the modern innovations\\nin the noble game and it was this spirit that dic-\\ntated the forcible poetical remark here given:\\nThe man who d play the joker\\nIn a friendly game of poker\\nHe be dam!\\nThe only poet who has turned his attention to\\npoker and given us a book on it is Mr. George W.\\nAllen, of St. Louis. It is marred, however, by\\nthe fact that it is not a poem in the strict sense of\\nthe term, being rather a poker code, conveying in-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "33^ JACK POTS.\\nstruction in a rhyme. In fact, Mr. Allen closes his\\nwork by giving a lot of plain, prosaic statistics\\nabout bettering your hand. Poker players may re\\nmember having seen something of that sort; all\\nabout how you ought to draw to this or that, and\\nwhen to stay in or stay out, and a lot more in the\\nsame line that poker players pay no attention to\\nwhen they are actually locked in deadly comical\\nover the round table.\\nHowever, Mr. Allen evidently knows something\\nabout poker, although he slips a cog once in a\\nwhile, which is not to be wondered at when we\\nconsider the complexity of the theme.\\nLet them rave over whist, melodiously chants\\nthe poet as a preface to his rhymed essay:\\nLet them rave over whist,\\nAnd admit all they say\\nThere s a game that is better\\nFor seven to play.\\nWhy seven Whist is not played by seven per-\\nsons. Neither is poker, as a rule, unless the players\\nare willing to shufifle up the discard to draw cards,\\nand that is liable to lead to complications. Per-\\nhaps there is something more poetic about seven\\nthan four or five.\\nHaving thus attuned his lyre, Mr. Allen sings in\\na sweeter key of the chances of getting the various", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OF POKER. 339\\nhands in the great and alluring game. Here is\\nwhat he savs about the draw, that fateful rite\\nupon which destiny hangs breathless.\\nThose who go in wdth hands the best\\nWill come out better than the rest\\nIt s what they draw to and have cold\\nAnd not all in the draw as told.\\nOf course it is not all in the draw, but Mr.\\nAllen is too rash when he makes the bold state-\\nment that the man who goes in with the best hand\\nwill come out in the same situation. Then what\\nwould be the use of going in with a bobtail flush,\\nwhich, as it stands, is worth nothing at all? And\\n\\\\vho has not elevated the^pot on two pair and been\\nbeautifully flaxed by some one who stayed on a\\nmeasley pair of fours and caught the other one?\\nGo to, Mr. Allen\\nThen he sings right along like a bird and de-\\nscribes the chances of the draw for various hands.\\nDrawing for flushes ought to pay\\nWhen five or six go in and stay\\nOr when there s any chance to win\\nFive times the cost of going in.\\nThat s what you miight call playing them close to\\nyour stomach. There may be men who can do it,\\nbut they are few. It requires a strong constitu-", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "340 JACK POTS.\\ntion to resist the temptation to draw to a four\\nflush, with ace or king up, even if there is only one\\nother in the game. Still, that s business, no doubt.\\nHere is a verse on a mooted point, that has in its\\nmeter the ring of sage experience.\\nWith four flush and tens or under,\\nBreak the pair more chance for plunder.\\nWith aces up, and threes to beat.\\nDraw three, if others don t compete.\\nPlunder? More chance for plunder? What sort\\nof cold blooded talk is this coming from a poet?\\nOne is bound to suspect that the St. Louis rhyme-\\nster is in the game for keeps, and not merely a\\njoyous delineator. No one would care to buck up\\nagainst a man who could write such cold and cruel\\nlines. And he is artful, too. Just listen\\nWhen you have threes and the pot is small,\\nThen you draw one to fool them all\\nThat you improve, is one to leven,\\nAs fours make once in forty-seven.\\nThere is more truth than poetry in that. But he\\ndoes not believe in this decoy draw except when\\nthe pot is so little that one can afford to monkey\\nwith it indifferently.\\nIn the following our poet gets right down to\\nhard pan and friendship ceases.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OP POKER. 34^\\nSometimes with threes you have more fun,\\nBy holding up and drawing one;\\nBut in big pots where all go in,\\nDraw two you may need fours to win.\\nGot it down fine, hasn t he? Yet w^e have all\\nseen the time when a really terrific hand has been\\nmade by holding up a side card, and it requires a\\nman of iron nerve to throw away a fat ace or a lusty\\nking when it accompanies three Uttle deuces or\\ntreys. And then you don t get as good a play\\nwhen you draw two cards to threes, and thus give\\nyour hand away, as if you can make the boys\\nthink you are drawing to two pair.\\nBut for real, downright duplicity just lend your\\near to this song of the serpent as he lays a snare for\\nhis victim.\\nSometimes it pays when naught you hold,\\nTo play pat hands, and bet em bold.\\nThen others call you win two-fold\\nWhen you have straights or flushes cold.\\nThe man must be a perfect demon. Is it right to\\nplay on the innocence of your friends in that way?\\nYou w^iil notice that the poet intimates that when\\nhe stands pat with nothing in his hand and gets\\naway with the stakes he is going to let the other\\nfellows see that he has bluffed them, so as to lure", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "Siflt\\n342 JACK POTS.\\nthem on to ruin, when he subsequently holds a pat\\nflush or full. It is just as well that young players\\nshould be w^arned against such frightful tricks,- so\\nthat they will not burn up their good rnoney in\\nplaying against poets.\\nOn the very heels of this he comes out with a\\nlyric on a dead blufif.\\nMost any pair, and little **sand,\\nWill often beat a first rate hand.\\nBluf^ng pays one hand in twenty,\\nSometimes more when chips are plenty.\\nAnd so on, through all the varying features and\\nvicissitudes of the great national game, the poet\\nrides his Pegasus against and amidst chips, jack\\npots, kitties and the like. Some of his advice\\nsounds worldly and unfeeling, but it is poetical, and\\nbeginners must always bear in mind that the vast\\nmajority of poker players do not sit down to the\\ntable for the benefit of their health. Indeed, at\\nalmost any friendly game, it appears at times as if\\nthe players were out for the heart s blood of their\\nfriends.\\nTHE END.", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3520", "width": "2162", "jp2-path": "jackpotsstorieso00edwa_0350.jp2"}}