St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-03-23
we Thompsos Street Poker Club.
Iron Lifel

Mr.. Tooter Williams had a bad eve and
several kings when the Rev. Mr.. Thankful
Smith opened the first Jackpot at the regular
meeting of the Thompson street Poker club
Saturday evening. Mr.. Gus johnson saw
that powerful brew of mischief was at hand,
and prudently laid down two pair, while Mr..
Cyanide Whites, who had a severe cold,
pair of Fights and very little horse sense,
came in.
II rise dat two dollahs," said Mr..
Williams, quietly, but with turbulence of
intent.
''Yo IS gittin' too brash,, rejoined the
Rev. Mr.. Smith, testify. s'Ef yo' thinks yo' g
de Vandybilk er dis pahty, iess-jess stack
'em up, rise yo' six dollahs."
Mr.. Williams considered for q moment,
during which time he thoughtfully ex-
amined the cards which with great foresight
he had previously pinned to the leg of the
table.
81 calls,' he said at length. "Gimme two
guards"
Mr.. Whites fled.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith dealt Mr.. Williams
two cards, and conscientiously helped him
self to the last ten-spot remaining in the pack.
He then banged the honored wallet on the
table and said:
"'Leven dollahs."
II calls yo'," said Mr.. Willioms, secretly
unpinning the the hidden hand and counting
out the money.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith swept the pot into his
pocket
''Wha-whadjer doin'r' gasped Mr.. Will
Jams, aghast at this unpar liamantary pro-
ceeding.
$50 tens" said the Rev. Mr.. Smith,
showing down that remarkable hand. Glow
many freckles yo' got in yo' hama" he in
quired.
'Is-Tse jess-jess clum over yo' tense
said Mr.. Williams, with an effort to be calm
and look honest.
''Shome up" said the reverend gentle
Mr.. Williams unfolded four jacks. They
were all there.
''Wharjer get um?' was the next point in
Rev. Mr.. Smiths catechism.
''Outen de pack, er course" said Mr.. Will
Jams, breathing hard.
The Rev. Mr.. Smiths reply was to reach
over and weave his fingers firmly through the
roots of Mr.. Williams hair. Then he thrash
ed around the room with him for few ex-
cited minutes and then sat down upon him.
Mr.. Williams still breathed heavily.
''Wharjer get dem iackss''
''Outen de pack" again responded Mr..
Williams, making feeble effort to get up.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith butted his head nine
teen times against the floor with great rapidi-
| ty, and again inquired softly:
"Wharjer gettums"
"Outen de pack. Lego my kinks,' urged
Mr.. Williams, still breathing heavily. Again
| his head was butted violently againt the floor
| until the landlord on the floor above was i'm
pressed with the idea that the club was re-
freshing itself with solo on the base drum.
"Whar-jer-g it-dem-jacksa" inquired
the Rev. Mr.. Smith, emphasizing each word
with a double butt.
''Outen-de-'' here Mr.. Williams falter-
ed.
''Outen de what!' asked the Rev. Mr..
Smith with temporary cessation Of HOSTILE
ties.
''De bug" said Mr.. Williams, doggedly.
'Iemme up.''
The Rev. Mr.. Smith unloaded himself from
Mr.. Williams abdomen, rose, crossed the
room and possessed himself of the extra
cards pinned to the table.
''Dis whatjer call de bug?" he asked.
''Yezzah," said Mr.. Williams, gloomy but
| respectful.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith assumed his overcoat.
Then he replied to Mr.. Williams:
''Toot, by de prowishuns Of rule sixty-fo',
20 am suspended till de next meetin', an
doan yo' work de bug no mo-. Mistah
Cyanide Whiffies an Gus Johnson will now
come down ter de s'loon and rassle wifi sas-
senger an some beer.''
The club then adjourned.
Mr. Williams breathed heavily