Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-12-08

the thing looked SO much like cards
that We threw it away,
Authors Tabooed.
won't have anything around me
that looks like a pack of cards, and
harmless as authors seem | won't
have them.
Somebody says: What is the diff
ference between game of cards and
game of authors?'
Well, just as much difference as
there is between heaven and hell.
Ever since the day that cards were
invented to satisfy the whims of an
idotic king they have been the tools
Of the gambler
Learn in the Home.
Many boy is inveigled into "a
gambling room and listens to the
roulette wheel. the faro bank and
keno, and listens to the ribaldry and
the jest and the blasphemy and he
is reminded of home. What Won
derful heritage to bequeath to a boy!
To have him so into hell hole like
that. and have it remind him OF
home! He will go down TO the
judgment Of God and God will damn
you as sure as you breathe.
Men who have been spending their
funds and lives TO ferret these things
out tell Us than ninetenths Of the
gamblers are taught in theeir homes
by their mothers. The Chicago Civic
Federation. which was forced into
existence at the close of the Worlds
fair because after the fair was over
Chicago was the Mecca for gamblers,
found that out of 5000 gamblers
nine-tenths had learned in their
homes, and eight out OF ten in the
homes OF protesting Christian people.
| tell you it takes a woman with
more than ordinary brass to stand
up and defend these things.
Quinn's Work. ,M IL
John P. Quinn. the converted gam
bier (did you ever hear of him?).
remember when secretary of the
Y. NJ. C. A. l got John to come and
give a series of talks. John was for
forty years professional faro
bank dealer and poker player. He
was among five men that were paid
a salary of $1,000 year. They were
expert faro-bank dealers and draw
and stud poker players When some
green fellow came in and things went
their way they would just call in
Quinn and he would skin the fellow
out of all the money that he had.
He was arrested for working d
hree-card-monte game on some fel
lows and had to do time at Jefferson
vile, and while there his house
burned down and his wife died, and
his little girl died.
There he was, premateurely ole
man. He fell on his keens crying:
IF you will only get me out
will promise to quit gambling ant
go up and down the land and show
the people that you can't beat q
gambler
Showed Gambling Outfit.
God heard him and he went out
Some Of his friends took up a col
lection and got him q private car ant
fitted it up with all the gamblers
paraphernaha. gambling games
He showed that it is impossible
to beat a gambler at his own game
The Civic Federation hired hin
and fitted up rooms for him with al
the paraphernalia of a gambler. and
he would say to young men, Come
in and see how foolish you are
Some gamblers waylaid him ant
nearly killed him.
Quinn would take faro box ant
shove pack OF cards in it, Then hi
would shuttle the cards and while
he was shutting he would tell yol
what would come up. He would bring
UP any card he wanted, and yo1
would not see how he did it. because
his hand was quicker than your eye
Learns in Christian Homes.
l can see Quinn, leaning over tn,
pulpit and crying to the crowd. afte
forty years professional gam
|, bier, saying that he was taught t.
play cards in q processing Christian
home.
charge in behalf of the poor gam
bier, that the so-called Christian
homes are the kindergartens 0
/ SamDllng.
| | was in a Town in Iowa preachin!
| where there were some fellows hom
| from college who had rented rooms
and called them club rooms
Clubs are all right, but by til
| Eternal God, when you crawl in be
hind the name Of club and drinl
and gamble, | am against them.
| This club was injuring the youn
men of the town SO that the mel
chants would not employ them. The
said: "Mr. Sunday, can't you sto
it," I found that out of fifteen youn
fellows that composed that club thil
teen came from Christian homes, an
,all but one OF the thirteen had bee
taught to play cards by his mother.
Son spurns Mother.
man in Chicago in the Methods
church was going around the countr
visiting prisons and woman came t
him and said:
You are going to Auburn pen
Tertiary; will you take this and Civ
1t to my SOM
She handed him photograph wit
her name written on the bottom. wit
the words: with my love, Mother
l. ~