The Courier. (Genoa, Nev.) 1899-1904, 1903-10-16
A NEAT BUNKO GAME
HOW THE NAN WHO THOUGHT He
KNEW IT ALL WAS FOOLED.

a. 10 How the Tip Was Passed TO
Break or Not TO Break the jug.
Its a good thing for US, l suppose,
that whenever we get il all settled and
arranged in our minds that we're too
eyerlasdngly bright and crafty TO be
done by anybody we usually get fall
that takes the perkiness ont of us. said
q Washington department store buyer
who makes frequent trips to New York.
TIP to certain day last week. for eX-
ample. | had a pretty thorough under
standing with myself that there was No
old kind Of "a New York bunko game
that ia bite on. I'd been going to. New
York too often and for too long time
for anything like that Well. listen.
~ week ago Monday morning last /
was standing after breakfast on the
Thirty street side Of the MARI
borough hotel. in New York taking
sun bath for myself and mapping out
my programme Tor the day. Two or
three other men were standing near me
doing tue same.
"Dur attention was lazily enlisted as
we stood there by the spectacle OF "A
boy wearing a chefs cap and apron
recklessly swinging an empty crockery
pitcher above las head The boy WAS
rugged up like a hotel kitchen appren-
tice
What internal whelps most boys
are. anyhow" remarked n sporty look
ing man standing near me 10 plain
looking individual who was standing
alongside of him. Now, just look NJ
that cub fooling with that pitcher. It's
a cinch that he'll drop It and smash It
10 smithereens before he gets TO Seg-
enth avenue
oh. | dunno, was the reply Of the
plain looking man. 1 guess the KID
knows what he's about He's got
pretty good clutch on the handle of the
pitcher He'll hang on 10 It all right.
Bet you five he drops II before he
reaches Seventh avenue, was the quick
response of the man with the sporty
look.
II guess III take that bet answered
the plain looking man, and lie produced
his wad. The sporty looking citizen
peeled a ' from his roll and both men
put up their money with the uniformed
carriage opener stationed outside the
Marlborough. Then they took up the
Jog together toward Seventh avenue 10
keep an eye on the boy, who was still
swinging the pitcher wildly l held
my ground and watched the proceed
ing 1t looked like a pretty good bet
Tor the plain looking man until, when
the boy was only about ten feet from
the corner of Seventh avenue, the
pitcher flew out of his hand as he was
trying some singularly difficult piece
Of Juggling with it and was dashed
into a hundred fragments on a door
step. The sporty looking man and the
plain looking individual returned 10
where | was standing and the former
took the two VS. from the stakeholder
with grin, saying:
I thought sure | was going to lose
out on that when the kid got so near
Seventh avenue without anything hap
pening to the pitcher
1.-TWO days later | was standing
alongside hotel at the corner of
Eighth avenue and One Hundred and
Twenty street, in Harlem, waiting
for Il downtown electric ear. when 1
saw that selfsame youngster, with the
identical kitchen apprentices toggery,
going along Eighth avenue, again wild
ly swinging a pitcher. Then | cast
my eyes about me, and there, only
three feet to the left Of me and leaning
against an L stanchlon, was the sporty
looking man. He blinked lazily at me
when he saw that | had observed the
boy with the pitcher.
What Internal whelps most boys
are, anyway he said TO me in precisely
the same words and the same tone he
had used in making the remark n cou-
pie Of days before to the plain looking
man who had lost his Y. Now, Just
pitcher. It's a cinch that he'll drop Ii
and smash 1t to smithereens before he
reaches the next corner
What foxy way this fellow has
of making a livlngr | unused. But I'll
just give him little run for his money,
so | will
That's the betting end of it, | said
aloud to the sporty looking man, that
I'd be willing TO take myself
oh WE'LL he replied laughngly,
any old thing to pass the time away
It's about an even thing one way or the
other, | suppose
Just about said |.
Well he said good naturally, then
I'll bet you V that he doesn't smash
1t before he reaches the next corner
You're on said |, and we put up
our five spots with the news dealer on
the corner.
This said to myself as l fell into
step with the sporty looking man, is
like wheedling gran'ma out of a nickel
for cookies. There's no way that this
crafty con man can pass the tip to that
kid not to drop that pitcher, according
to tue usual frame up, without my get
ting next To fine dodge and calling him