The San Francisco call., 1896-02-02

dealer takes it when you do pull down few
smokes. Well, as was about to say, you begin
to drop your coin into the slot and whirl after
whirl is taken, but without satisfactory results
to yourself. OF course you keep on playing in
the hope of getting at least one cigar, just as a
souvenir If nothing else. Finally you go broke
or else quit in disgust aud then-oh then-the
man behind the counter rubs his hands in glee,
splits his face open with joy and remarks that
you had better try it again, expressing the be-
lief that your luck will change, or else that
everybody can't win. He will keep up this front
of contentment as long as you are losing. but
when you win-that is, when you win good and
hard-a straight flush or something like that,
with perhaps an occasional full hand-you will
see one of the most complete and interesting
pictures of dismay, griet and misery combined,
that was ever exhibited anywhere on earth.
saw one of those pictures to-day.
"Here, boys, take q smoke, all ofyou, and I'll
tell you how the cigarman took the shock:
happened to be passing his stand, aud just as
sort of flyer stepped in and deposited nickel
in the slot. then pressed down the lever and
spun the cards. All red-three hearts-four
hearts-all hearts. Ace-king and queen-a
jack-and by George tenspot. Wow. Twenty
cigars. Straight flush. Well, sir, the dealer
looked into the machine, played with his jaw,
looked things over carefully once more and in
quired in low and panied voice, sWhas kind
do you smokes? But when had taken several
handfuls, he hauled down book and began
to figure up how many straight fushes had
been rung up since breakfast. In less than one
minute he had counted up something in the
neighborhood of 1000, and left him figuring
ON how he could pay his rent. He protested
that he was being ruined by the machine, but
notice he has had 1t in his stand nearly a.
year. Have smoke, say. The cigars are on
him this time"
The other day, at almost noon two men
clam bered down the stairs at the corner of
Sutter and Kearny streets into the well-known
coffee-saloon of Dan Davis, the old pioneer.
"Give me couple of fried eggs, some Do
tatoes and cup OF coffee,' said one of the
men, who was tall and slim and had cork
leg.
"Give me two dozen fried eggs, some potatoes
and a cup of Coffee" said the other.
"I was astonished at this last ORDER" said
Mr.. Davis yesterday. II thought / had not
heard Alright and asked again.
Give me two dozen fried eggs he said
Never mind how it may sound. I'm little
hungry. I'ye got the money to pay you.'
"He was big man, whom the man with the
cork leg called Parsons, and who, I under
stand, is a telegraph operator. 1 thought If he
was willing to pay for them could stand it, so
I went and cooked two eggs for the rst man
whose name is Frank Howard, and then I
cooked two dozen eggs for Parsons. cooked
painful of one dozen first and gave them to
him, and while he was eating them l cooked
the second dozen.
"He ate the whole twenty-four, drank his
coffee, and then each paid his bill charged
81 SO for the two dozen eggs, and the man
went away just as though he had only eaten
an ordinary meal"
For some time a man has been visiting diff
ferent restaurants and eating colossal meals of
eggs. He is known as the man with the bos-
constructor appetite and has caused consterna-
ton in different hostelries
Davis says this is the first experience of the
kind he has had, though he is an old caterer.