The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1890-09-12
he BEAT THE OLD MAN.
- Detroit Father Gives His Hopeful Boy
Some Pointers ON Eochre.
A Woodward avenue resident tells

EOCnT0s
A Woodward avenue resident tells j.
himself:
MY little boy came home the other
evening in q glow of pleasure because
he had been invited to progressive
euchre party. He talked of nothing
else the whole dinner hour. He was so
full of the subject that he had scarcely
any room left for food. He was bound
to win the prize, and gave his mother
a nervous headache by constantly din
ming away at the same subject. Afte'
we got settled down for the evening he
put in the time manipulating a deck OF
cards. Finally my wife's sympathies
the youngster.
Henry, sit down and give Jimmie
some pointers on euchre. You're an
old player and can teach him a good
deal about the game. 1t will nearly
break the poor boys heart if he doesn't
capture the prize
Jimmie grinned and eagerly Sec
onded the suggestion. / admit that
felt little tlattered, and graciously
consented to make martyr of myself.
Jimmie rustled around, and got out
the card table, pulled me up chair,
and the game opened on a very pleas
aut domestic scene.
cat first l felt my heart swell with
pride at the readiness with which jim
mic grasped and utilized the Informal
ton impaired. I told him about the
bowers. the joker, how to discard to
the best advantage, what to lead, when
to pass, when to take it up-in fact,
all the fine points of the game. ]
never had to tell him twice, and felt
like hugging the bright little young.
ster.
But it wasn't long until I began to
scent rodent. He took the first game,
but attributed it to my Instructions.
He gathered in the second game, but l
had given him sew hints in that one
and took credit for his victory. The
third game kept my mouth shut and
went at him from the shoulder. We
were playing ten points, and I only had
five when he went out.
Il heard the old lady smoker, and
my dander began to rise as dealt for
the best game. I'd show the innocent
looking young rascal that he couldn't
monkey with the old man. He order
ed me up, and I was hotter than a
Fourth of July, for the deck-head was
the only trump / had. He made a
march and took two. By that time
was sweating like hired man, for the
old lady and my Oldest daughter were
looking on in an ecstasy of delight.
Jimmie dealt and l ordered on a slim
hand. He winked at his mother and
euchred me. The women snorted and
I was boiling.
Cont looking over my shoulder 1
snarled to Mrs. B. You've been
piping my hand off to that kid ever
since we sat down here. If you've got
such an internal headache, why don't
you go up to bedp' She only smiled at
the daughter, but 1 knocked the table
over on top of Jimmie swinging my
chair out of her range of vision, and
then the game went on.
Il never got smell. I was fighting
mad, and if that boy had even looked
exultant would have waltzed him out
to the shed and seen how he could
dance to the music of hoop-pole. The
women we're tickled into Mysteries, and
I came nearer assaulting a female than
l ever did before in my life. About II
o'clock, just after I'd registered a men
tai VOW to beat that boy if had to get
him asleep to do it, I caught him play
ing the ten-spot of trumps the sec
ond time in the same hand. That
thing Gained me. was paralyzed. l
simply said: Jimmie, you're very
liable to take a prize, but if ever hear
of-.our doubling up trumps that way
again I'll send you to a reform school
after have worn out a horsewhip on
YOU
That boys a chip of the old block.
Detroit Mems