The Washington critic., 1886-08-09

uses dummy" AT my elbow sat q
man who has played in a number OF
games with Mr.. Wood within q short
time, who said to me: ut Is Woods
habit when he is playing to have bot
tie Of wine at his side and u box of ci-
gars on the stand. He lights a cigar,
takes three or four whi.Ts of it, chews
away at the end for ten or fifteen miu
utcs and throws it away only to light
new one. He plays n gnmc which
gamblers call lucky. Even at faro
they will not deal for him. Here at
Saratoga the minute he comes in they
close the game. lie plays system
and seems to have reached perfection
in placing his bets which no other man
ever attained. 1t was in game the
other night where he sat from eleven
o'clock until five in the morning and
won $4,000. That was poker One
reason that the faro dealers are afraid
TO deal for him is because there is
no limit to his betting, unless they
place limit on the game. lie would
bet 81 600 where another man would
bet $50. The biggest winning | ever
heard of his making at n single sitting
was at game In New York city where
1t is said he won S140,0O0."
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The Democratic party, says Mr..
Henry Watterson in his last London
letter to the Courier. journal, as rep.
resented by its professional leaders, Is,
in these particulars, no better than the
Republican party. All the keen and
trenchant rascals seem to have got into
the Republican party and all the
chuckleheads and towards into the
Democratic party. The managers of
neither party care for anything except
office, and would suffer no principle or
duty to interpose itself between them
and the goal of their ambition. The en-.
tire current generation of political
spouters in the United States has not
produced thought worth needing or
studying, or composed sentence
worthy TO be remembered. How
to make money without work
ing for it, and how to get
office quick and easy, doth pos.
sess them merely. Your average Con
gresham rarely knows when his soul
is his own, or whether he has soul.
At Washington it is the beggar on
horseback who is in the saddle, and
he rides down ruthlcssly the simple
traditions of freedom and freemen in
his mad galop around the little Van
ity Fair which he has constructed for
himself out of the wreck Of our old
fashioned Jeifersonian system.
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Some years ago. says the New York
Mai and ErprCSs, at the Fifth Avenue
Theatre, distinguished party passed
from the managers box behind the
scenes to congratulate Mary Anderson
upon her success. The scene in the
green-room was very striking as the
tall Kentucky beauty was formally pre-
sented by Henry Walterson to Hon.
Samuel j. Tilden. Attired in an elab
crate full dress suit, jewel sparkling
in his shirt front, his hair carefully
combed, his face radiant with smiles,
to which the dropping of one cyelid
gave quizzical debonair expression,
Mr.. Tilden paid his compliments to the
actress with all the grace of French
nobleman. The airiest nothings
sparkled as he uttered them, the com
monplaces of admiration glowed with
the fervor of his look and manner.
"What handsome man Mr.. Tilden ISL
said Miss Anderson, as the party re-
tired "Old?' she continued, in reply
to an observation, 81 never thought of
his age. Why, his talk was as young
as anybodys."