The San Francisco call., 1898-12-25

George Ichler is the proprietor of the lat ter establishment, and last evening his bartender, if indeed 1t was not George himself, was in communicative frame of mind
 I'm. going, to open a game. next sea- son. he said, because I think I can make money and kind of help the boys spend their money, you know. Things always time coming.
 How about the police? Well, you know and other things. How about the Cafe Royal? Don't they drop a few dimes there through the pussy in the course of a drop T few w dimes through mine. os too. ne ne police know that I'm next, and if they object to my game--well, I'll squeal, or @ eaSf e{fe say fgge m nods gong s9 squea That
 Such is the story of this genial bar keeper, and farther down the line is an- other saloon--one conducted by E. San deln and G. O. Jacobsen.
 "We don't run no games here day. times," said the barkeeper, ''but we do nights I don't know what the boys play; anything with cards, I guess. There is no game tonight, but come again when all the gang isn't downtown celebrating and l guess you. can get in, cause they ain't again Sorry they haint got no game running this eve. Merry Chris and not old time during the new calendar Such is the tale of another saloon-keeper and gambler.
 Summed up. the story of the sharks of the Ingleside district is that gaming runs lice are constantly in the neighborhood, if not resting their. weary limbs on the shaded stoops of the resorts. One man acknowledges that he runs his games daytimes, another that after the sun has set those who worship at the shrine of the fickle goddess of chance hie to his tables. another that he intends to open a game next season, as he is next and the police can't jolly him, as he is wise as to how things are working In the inte- rier'
 who have it may play over the green cloth to win or lose. No one need fear police interference, for if the Chief dreams so also dreams his satellites and
 The cheaper class of gamblers-fre- quenters of the Barbary Coast and the Latin quarter-have long ceased to enter tain much fear of police interference. The Italians along Broadway are always ready to start game of sanguinetti whenever enough players are gathered in vennucci's, at 220, have been notorious gambling houses in past years, and the proprietors have by no means reformed. They do not keep game going contin- dread police raid, but rather because of lack of customers. But in these places as in many other saloons in that neigh borhood-gambling is indulged in when ever a crowd congregates. Sunday even- ings and holidays are favorite times for indulging in the passion for gaming among the Italians, but as they are ex- tremely suspicious of strangers and as a game of sanguinetti may be switched to an innocent card game at almost a mo- ments notice, it is a difficult matter to catch them red-handed. The police admit that gambling still fourishes in this sec tion of the city, but they say it is as diff ficult to suppress as the Chinese game of fantan.
 It is to be hoped that now Chief Lees has shaken off the lethargy that has en- veloped him for so long a time, as shown by his raiding the places where the slot remain awake long enough to give the citizens of San Francisco even a tempor- ary illustration of an up-to-date police official who knows when the law is being violated under his nose and how to sup press