The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-03-08
CRAP SHOOTERS oUTWITTED.
1.-THE Mig" Cries Cheese 1t" and Steals
Dc and Money.

crowd Of newsboys and boOtblacks
stood around three Of their number who
were playing crap" in City Hall park.
One of the players grabbed the pot on
turn up of eleven, when his first throw
was six.
Drop der coin, Dago," shouted one,
dat amt no winnin crap"
"Hully geer' exclaimed the other player,
but yer got a gall"
"Ah, youse fellers make me tired, re
piled the winner, with look of scorn Oh
his pudgy face Where did youse learn
ter shoot crap, anyway-in "A nursery"
Nav, we didn't learn in no nursery,
see?" said one of the others angrily. I'VE
know der game, an if yer don't pay up de
dust yer'll get yer face bust. Won't he,
Mickey"
'Betcher life" responded Mickey.
"Ah! go punch your uncle
Say, Dago," said one of the players,
doubling up his fist, der we git dat coin
or not? Yer didn't win it an yer knows it
yer know yer didn't win it, put in the
other victim. Yer threw out six and
den Il five. Yer couldn't win unless yer
turned up anudder six, could yer? If yer
threw "A crap yer was bound to lose. But
yer didn't. Yer turned up eleven and
grabbed der pot. Now fork over dat four
cents, er We'll take der breeze out err yer
stummick, see?"
The winner declared he was right, and
called on several of the crowd to uphold
him. The rest of the boys were on the side
of the two losers, and it looked like a free
fight, when big negro, with yellow rib.
bon in his buttonhOle and pink ribbon
around his hat, strolled up
"Golly, but yer don't know much bout
crap when yer talks dat way" he said
"Lemme tell yer few things bout der
game"
The boys prepared to listen, while the
negro, assuming an important attitude,
began:
Yer see" he said, "ders five crap, two
winners, three losers"
"Ah, don't yers'pose we know dat? Der
yer t'ink yer up agin' a gang of Willies?"
put in diminutive newsboy.
''Now, uf yer want dis nigger ter 'splain
yer got ter listen, see? Der winnin craps
on der frs trow are seven and eleven Der
losers two, three and double six"
"Ah, fer heavens sake git to der point"
put in the sawed off newsboy. Wat we
wanter know is has der Dago got er right
to keep it,"
'Naw course not. DON yer see. after
der first trow der winnin crap elev-l amt
a crap no mo-. Der winnin crap seven
after der frs trow is losn crap. Now. II
der Ginny trew six, he had ter trow
six befo' he made seven in order
to win"
But he didn't" spoke up one of the
players. He trew a leven and grabbed
der pot. NcH what oughter happenY"
"What oughter happen" repeated the
negro, swelling with pride, his face taking |
on an expression of superior knowledge. |
why, Yer oaghter belt him in der nose.
Yer see, while he amt winner, he amt a
loser either He amt got no right to der
pot until he turns up six, and de only |
way | can ste to settle de row is guv him |
anuddcr Shot. Let him trow until he |
turns up n six or Il seven"
The winner agreed to this and produced |
four dirty pennies, which he laid on the
ground. One Of the older lads produced
dice, and the little fellow grabbed them |
and began stalking them Violently in his |
hand. He WAS just about to toss them out
when the negro yelled:
Cheese it, dc sparrtr"
Without waiting for dice or pennies the |
players jumped to their feet and dashed off |
like lightning. After running about a
hundred yards they turned to see if they |
were pursued, but there was no policeman. |
After skirmishing around for a few min. |
ltes they crept to the scene of their late |
game to get the pennies and the dice.
They found neither, and as the voluble ne.
gro had long since disappeared it was not
lard TO guess what had become of them.
"Hully gee, Dago, but ives suckers"
said one of the players. Dat mig fooled
Is dead."-New York sun. !