The record-union., 1893-03-24
POKER AND POLICE.
An Elk Grove Sport Falls Among
San Francisco Sharks.
He Gives the Boys Few Ideas About
Draw Poker, and the Boys Give
Him q Good Licking.

Sam Robinson, a young man from Elk
Grove, knows more about the festive and
delusive game of poker to-day-says the
San Francisco Post of last evening-than
he did yesterday, and, incidently, he has
also more food for reflection than he ever
had before.
Sam is a great sport in his own town,
and many the wild tale he has told those
beardless embryotic gamblers of Elk
Grove of the adventures he has passed
through in various parts of the world
over the gambling board. To hear Sam
tell it he had tackled everything from
craps to Monte Carlo, and the 400 of New
York are not in it with the people he has
associated with in his time. But when
Sam goes back to Elk Grove this time he
will have story to tell that will make
HIS ADMIRERS HAIR CURL.
Sam had done up Elk Grove pretty
well. and he concluded to come down to
the Bay and give some OF the inhabitants
of the water front few ideas of how the
game should be conducted from an Elk
Grove view of it He found lots of people
who wanted ideas, particularly when they
were framed with the same kind of stuff
he carried in his inside pocket. He
strolled casually into Harry Craig's sa-
loon at East street and easily got
game. He also got the next train for Elk
Grove in search of more stuff.
Back he came and wooed the tickle
goddess with five cards, and back he
went again to Elk Grove for more dross
for the goddess. He came back here yes
terday, and by that time the word had
been passed that he was good Injun,
you see." He sat down at O'Clock yes
nd bod not f.,v
an unforeseen incident he would have
been playing yet. The unforeseen Incl
dent was squabble over rights, and
when the squabble was ended the
PRoTEAN SPORT OF ELK GROVE
Was in cell at the North Harbor Police
Station minus his necktie and most of
his change.
The people the sport sat down with
were Joe Mann and a stranger. A
stranger! Alas, how many plot has
! been wound about that little word in yell
| low-covered novels, and how many a
man has been done up by the owner of
that mystic name. This stranger was the
usual thing. He sat back and said moth
ing. He dealt the cards and said he
ought to have basket to hold them from
getting away from him.
Joe Mann played awfully lucky, and
finally the Elk Grove sport almost fell
asleep from city front ennui. Mann
sized up his play, and
TIPPED THE WINK
To the stranger, who passed the word to
| tho cuspidore in conSumpJlve cough.
When Sam had one pair he ''chipped" a
quarter, because the game was two-bits
ante. When he got two pair he stretched
his legs out under the table and
pas-s-s-e-d.
When he got three of kind he pulled
| his hat down over one eye, and said:
"How muche's in th' pot?" When he got
a full hand he blew out whole lot of
steam and put his hat on the back of his
| head, tilted his cigar at an angle of forty
five degrees and said, II raise yer."
"Oh. he is puddin'," said Mann.
| Everything went along nicely-Robin-
sons coin included-until about 3 o'clock
this morning, when Sam got fives and
fours to go in with.
The stranger was dealing, and Mann
got aces and mines.
"Tll bluff this waterfront sucker out"
said the knowing gambler from Elk
Grove, and he raised Mann d half.
''Pll see your half and go you dollar
harder" said the paragon of waterfront
poker players.
And he never turned hair.
The stranger dropped out
Ten dollars more" said the sport from
Elk Grove, and the tip Of his hat touched
the tip of his nose.
''See yer," said Mann, with grunt.
Each man took q card and Sam bet 81 on
drive" He was seen and 'tapped' for
the amount of his sack
The sport had green look about the
gills, but he was game and he showed
the last picayune OF his 81 40 into the pot
and said in husky tones:
What yer got?"
mines m aces" said Mann.
"'s good,' said the sport, and Mann
started in to rake down the pot, in which
there was $40 25.
Hold on!' yelled Robinson, "Pve got
full hand"
"Tew late" said Mann, and he hurried
the shekels over to his side.
"DRoP THAT PoTr'
Cried the now thoroughly aroused man
from Elk Grove. Don't try no tricks
like that on me.'
The men clinched and Knocked the
table over. spreading the coin about the
floor. George Greener, the bartender.
jumped across the bar and hit the sport
over the head with chair, breaking the
chair into small bits.
Robinson got thumb hold on Mann's
ear and pulled him to the floor. Greener
pulled the sports leg and Mann struggled
to his feet. He smashed the sport with
his mighty right, knocking him into the
bartender and almost knocking the latter
into a swoon.
The sports hat took refuge in neigh
boring spittoon, and the sport hit Mann a