Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-16

from another player. The bank man re-
fused to take the check for the sponsor
OK The weicher insisted. That same night
he puslicly accused the weicher right here
in Washington.
lis cheap enough to WEIGH on a pro-
iessioEal gambler he said in branding
the mean one before the crowd. but you
WEIGHED on me, one of your friends. and 1
am going TO pull your nose, and pun IL
good. II ever you speak to me again, here q,
or anywhere else
The brazenest squeaker that / ever slid
| card for had something to do with the
city government of Memphis, where once
dealt The bank boss. a Chicago man. had
had considerable trouble I'm getting estab-
! lished there. but he knew how TO do the
right thing with the right people. and did
II. and finally got a-going with a profitable
play
This nervy one came in one night and
dropped $1,000 at my table. When he'd
lost that amount he slouched away from
the layout and then beckoned the boss
into a corner.
" Say he said to the bank boss that
thirteen hundred was more than 1 wanted
| to lose
at was. ehr said the boss, politely.
Well. the next time you won't everyday
| yourself. will your
Guess there won't be any next time
sss hin hat sspns HaSn o :hd
to've played this time Couldp't afford to
lose the money. Guess I'll have to ask you
to let me have 1t back, and I won't be
"oh-uhhuh,' said the boss, without
| looking surprised. Want it back. eh?
| Now. are you asking for It back just as 9
loser or as man connected with the
municipality of Memphis?
We'll, I'm asking for 1t back. all right
replied the mean one In tone about
| which there could be no mistake-he was
gouging because he figured on the edge he
possessed and because he knew OF tho
| trouble the boss was having in keeping
open in Memphis.
The boss walked over to the crowd.
| There were about forty men In the room.
several of them prominent citizens In Mem
| phis affairs. and the rest of them racing
men attending the spring meeting. The
! boss made them a little speech, smiling all
| the time.
Gentlemen he said this waving a
| hand toward the cheap one. is So-and-So
| Of such and-such a department of the city
government of Memphis. He's just got
through pokng in thirteen hundred here.
! and now he calls me off into a corner ana
| tells me that he wants the thirteen hundred
| back I'm going to give him back his
| thirteen hundred. That's all, gentlemen,
and the boss dipped into the drawer to toll
| out the thirteen hundred. But the cheap one
| had slipped out of the door before the boss
had got through counting out the money
and he never came back, either.
A Denver Incident.
II was dealing tall game In Denver
| cheap one showed up. He called the boss
| aside as soon as he got in and pulled off
| big three stoner all blue-white ice, and
worth 81 900 at least.
{" Say. let this go for as much as Ii looks
| worth to you will YOU? he suggested to the
boss. want many stacks on it you
think right-its worth ahead of thou
sand
&" But 7 never take a mans jewelry-this
isn't a pawn shop replied the boss. Even
II did, you don't want to drop your bright
rocks-that isn't any way of doing.
The man begged and insisted. and he
was there with a smooth line OF talk about
feeling lucky, and he put up swell piece
of buttonholing with the boss.
We'll said the boss, finally, seeing that
you're SO keen about 1t, I'll just buy this
ice from you outright and close the trans
action before you begin. It's against my
rule. and don't like to do It, but III make
| an exception because you're sure there with
a warm assortment of conversation. The
ring is worth thousand, you say? All
right. You can have the thousand In cash,
but the ring won't be for sale any more.
whether you win or lose.
That's good enough for me- said the
man, and the boss gave him two $500 BILLS
and he bought into the game, quitting. all
in, hour or so later.
The next night he turned up with de-
tective sergeant. The boss was summoned
for a parley.
81 came here drunk last night the
speaker said, right smack out, with nary
the bat Of an eye, and dropped what L
had in loose money, and then 1 pushed In
my ring and they took 1t. They can have
the money I lost, but want the ring back.
They had no right to take drunken mans
jewelry.
1.-The detective sergeant couldn't do any
thing about 1t. He was a friend of the
boss, and he knew perfectly well that the
squeaker's yarn was a hash. but the squeak
er had gone right to the high folks of the
Denver police department and had even put
up growl about getting it into the news
papers how drunken men were being robbed
of their jewelry in Denver gambling dens.
The boss gave him back his ring. but all
the detective sergeants In the state of Colo
RADIO couldn't have held him off from kick
ing that squeaker all the way down the
stairs, and that's what he did.
Send Wives to Plead.
But the meanest type OF the I-want-it-
back person is the fellow who sends his
wife woman friend to a gambler for
the purpose of getting the dropped coin
back. You wouldn't think there are men
who would do that. but there are, plenty
of them. Not one gambling house in a
hundred will turn down q woman when she
appears on a mission Of that kind no mat
ter what the boss private opinion may be
OF the man who sends her. and, as l say.
there are any number Of squeakers who'll
work this edge. Which reminds me that
a certain foxy woman who knew all about
this end of 1t got a New York man in
pretty bad for a while at Palm Beach last
winter until the situation was cleared up.
I'm some way this woman heard that the
New Yorker had lost pretty heavily at
the main faro bank down there. On the
following day she turned up at the bank
proprietor's hotel with the finest kind OF
a Door mouth and a continuous cascade OF
tears. She told the bank proprietor that
she was the wife of the New York man
who'd lost so heavily the night before, and
that the loss spelled ruin to him. She
added-as they all do-that her husband
didn't know anything about her approach
ing the banker. but-and then she went of
into the weeps, and there was nothing to
1t. The bank boss dug up the $1,000 that
the New York man had lost on the previous
night. and the woman wrung his hand and
told him that he was so, good. and all
that. and the bank boss felt pretty good
with himself, and on.
THAT evening the New Yorker who'd
dropped the roll on the previous night
strolled into the bank most unconcernedly.
walked UP to his favorite table. dropped a
$500 bill before the dealer, and asked for
q stack of yellows. The bank boss saw
him right away, and all but dragged the