The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-03-06
HE BEAT THE OLD MAN.
A Detroit Father Gives His Hopeful Boy
Some Pointers on Euchre.

A Woodward avenue resident tells it
himself:
my little boy came home the other
evening in glow of pleasure because
he had been invited to a 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 dim
ming away at the same subject After
we GOT settled down for the evening he
put in the time manipulating a deck of
cards. Finally my wife's sympathies
were aroused and she interceded for
the youngster
.';Henry, sit down and give Jimmie
some pointers on euchre. You're an
old player and can teach him 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. l admit that L
felt little fiattered, and graciously
consented to make martyr of myself.
Jimmie rustled around, and got out
| and the game opened on a very pleas
| aut domestic scene.
''At first I felt my heart swell with
pride at the readiness with which Jim
mic grasped and utilized the informa-
ton I impaired. 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. l
never had to tell him twice, and felt
like hugging the bright little young
ster.
But it wasn't long until 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 | 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
Fourth of July, for the deck-head was
the only trump I had. He made a
march and took two. BY that time l
was sweating like hired man, for the
old lady and my oldest daughter were
looking on in an ecstasy of delight.
Jimmie dealt and / ordered on slim
hand. He winked at his mother and
euchred me. The women snorted and
was boiling.
Cont looking over my shoulder, I
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 bed?' She only smiled at
the daughter, but I 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 a smell. 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 a hoop-pole. The
women were tickled into Mysteries, and
| came nearer assaulting a female than
| ever did before in my life. About II
o'clock, just after Pdregis cred a men
tai vow to beat that boy if had to get
him asleep to do it, l caught him play
ing the ten-spot of trumps the Sec
ond time in the same hand That
thing calmed me. I was paralyzed. |
simply said: Jimmie, you're very
liable to take a prize, but if l ever hear
of your doubling up trumps that way
again I'll send you to reform school
after l have worn out q horsewhip on
YOU
That boys a chip off the old block"
Detroit NeaUS.