The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-08-02
STORIES OF THE STREET.

They tell this one on big Tom McMa-
| hon, the venerable celt who was for so
! long locally famous as the bailif Of the
municipal court:
| One day he went to summon as a juror
! a young fellow employed in a big estab-
| lishment here, whose name we will say,
| was Jones Jones knew Mcmahon.
| although Mcmahon had forgotten Jones,
| a "neighbor's boy only few years be-
| fore. -
When Tom inquired. the alert jones'
replied that he was out on the road, and
would not be back for week.
Mcmahon called again.
Jones back yet he inquired.
"No,'' replied Jones, expect him Tues
day"
Tuesday when Mcmahon came again,
Jones happened to be busy, and Mcmahon
addressed his inquiry to one Of the other
clerks.
When Jones was pointed out to him as
the man he had been looking for for ten
days, the big officer exclaimed:
Eye think ye're mighty smart, don't
We? But don't blame We at that. They
do be paying notflin' at all for jur1es in
the police court these days
-
Although Guggenheimer knew nothing
about Hoyle or that gentleman's rules,
yet he was an adept when it came to one
game OIL cafuS. f10 was d UluOCil0 pldJO1
with a. capital tP." No one in Guggen-
heimer's neighborhood could beat the old
man at that intricate game, and he took
considerable pride in the fact that he
was the champion pinochle~ player OF
West Seventh street. One evening Gug-
genheimsr d. fitted into the saloon of his
friend Dunkelbeimer. In the back room
a number OF the latters acquaintance
were INDUCING In the national game, at
about q 1O-cent limit. Guggenheimer seat
ed himself near the table, and soon be-
came an interested spectator. He watch
ed carefully every move and bet, and
soon became convinced that ne had been
wasting his time playing pinochle for the
drinks; here was game where he could
soon make his fortune. For was he not
good deal more intelligent than the
man who took the last pot which must
have been worth at least $3.50.
Guggenheimer did not leave until the
game broke up, and his big blue eyes
very nearly hung out on his shirt front
when he saw big "Bill' Carey, the ignor-
ant hackdriver, leash In" $14.
The next night found our Tutonic friend
at Dunkelbeimer's early in the evening,
and a half hour later found him seated,
not near the poker table, but against it
with his knees tucked comfortably under
meath It's cover. Guggenheimer had de-
termined to show dos foolish poys how
to blay dis game"
Guggenheimer had learned the night be-
fore that four of a kind pretty nearly
always captured the pot, and on the sec
ond deal, when he discovered himself the
possessor of four aces, his heart jumped
into his throat and he very nearly had
the apoplexy. -Four men stayed in and
the betting started fast and furious
When it came to Guggenheimer, he
nervously counted out IS worth Of checks
and said with an effort of Indifference:
well, chust bed flyer dat my hant
is much higher dan yours"
To his intense delight the hackdrfver.
flush with the winnings Of the previous
night, raised him an equal amount, and
after several raises some one finally call
ed.
Veil asked Guggenheimer complac-
emily, wat you got?"
-Four twos,' was the answer.
The Germans face fell and his heart
sank down away below the waist line
as he said sorrowfully:
You take de pot. only got four
vons."