The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-06-20
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From the New York Telegram

Cohen
 What Cohen?"
 Couldn't you recognize him?'
 All Cohens look alike to me, as Mr. Warfeld used to say" This enlightening conversation took place just inside the door of the Choc- hems Poker club rooms, and was between Mir Saltpeter, who asked the first ques- tion and Ignatz Fluegelmann.
 Seated on the floor the picture of shame was Wolf Cohen, dressed in a woman's clothesl Mr. Cohen was an actor, a star of burlesque, and recently had closed his season with the "Frolickers" company.
 MT. Cohen is five feet tall and weighs 112 pounds; Mrs. Cohen is only two inches less than six feet and weighs when feel ing right, 225 pounds. She is one of the most attractive figures in burlesque, and much sought after by managers.
 MT. and Mrs. Cohen have apartments in a West Thirty-eighth street house.
 Now we have a good time during our vacation" said MT. Cohen to Mrs. Cohen, when they were settled in their domicile after a hard and wearing season. T guess l put a little meat on my bones"
 'I wish you would get fatter, Wilie," said the lady. who prefers to call the Siidll HQSDdUu Nllile lnSledu or WOlI.
 What should we do with ourselves2' asked MT Cohen.
 Get good rest" said Mrs. Cohen "Go to few theatres. visit the beaches and in August go down to Atlantic City"
 T guess l gamble a little; play cards, bet on horses; oy, oy I get good tips from Leo Harris"
 There will be no gambling with my money" said Mrs. Cohen firmly.
 And the first dispute between this couple began.
 The next day MT. Cohen left home about noon and returned with a troubled man. her at o'clock in the afternoon. Mrs. Cohen was in the house and noted his disturbed air, but made no comment.
 The small actor sat out on the front steps with others of the houses lodgsrs, and Mrs. Cohen remained in her apart ments until nearly o'clock, when she joined the crowd on the steps.
 In a few minutes delivery wagon drove up, and package was handed in for Mrs. Cohen.
 Willie, pay the man s45 for this" said Mrs. Cohen. 'I know you have it."
 ''Forty-fiye dollarsi" gaspe1 the small man. Holy Moses You might as well ask me to give him $1,O000O0. I got no money with me-"
 Come upstairs" said the energetic wife. And the others on the steps who had been observing the affair with great interest and relish were left in the dark
 In the apartment Mrs. Cohen produced from bureau drawer the family bank book. This shows,' she said, that you drew this very day $75. Where is it? I | saw you take the book out of the drawer | and you put it back when you returned awhile ago. Where's the moiey?" 'T paid few bills" said MT. Cohen, glibly.
 srM-a omad nothino,, said RTrS coba1 who returned to the delivery man and l settled the bill Then she went back to her apartment.
 You have got that money to gamble with" said Mrs. Cohen, and out of this house you do not go tonight
 MT. Cohen declared that he was very | tired and was going to bed in two hours, i and get a long sleep.
 At o'clock he retired, and Mrs Cohen, who wished to attend a theatre, ob- served that he went sound asleep in l suspiciously short time. As a precaution- ary measure she carefully removed all of MT. Cohen's clothing and had it locked up in some other apartment. Then, feeling safe, she went her way | to the theatre.
 l MT. Cohen immediately opened his eyes and looked around with a feeling of despair How can I get to the Choch- ems club?" he said. 'I got an appoint ment for 10 o'clock to play poker | Until after o'clock he lay abed think ing and pondering Then he arose, and. | from under the edge of a rug. took out | a modest bankroll.
 He secured the apartment looking for | something that he could wear. The gam bling fever was on him. and he felt he must play poker or have a brainstorm l Tightening his suit of pajamas around him he donned one of his wife's street | dresses. and with shame he put on one | of her hats. Then he called a cab over the telephone. Looking out of the window he saw it drive up and rushed downstairs and hurled himself into it. | What in the world Is that?' screamed l a young woman who was sitting on the steps with others as the short, stout figure of MT. Cohen dashed by her, The l cab drove away and soon drew up in 1 front of the Chochems club.
 MT. Cohen waited until the street was reasonably clear and then tore upstairs l As he opened the door of the clubrooms i a buzzer rang. This recently had been 1 installed to give notice that some one was coming in. lady from Brownsville had i entered the place unannounced a week l before and found her husband playing | poker. She had taken him away, and worse than that had seized the pot on the 1 ground that her husband had been robbed l The instant that the buzzer rang Sam 1 Spiegeeer appeared at the front door 1 He had been ordered not to let women 1 in under any circumstances, and sturdily i opposed Mir Cohen. The comedian In i the dress clinched with the kitty tender i and during the struggle Sam rubbed his l hand over the supposed womans face. i When he felt a days growth of beard his strength was doubled and he sue ceeded in holding Cohen down until mem- bers of the club appeared and pulled him to his feet.
 1 MT Cohen's identity was soon discov- cred. The Chochems knew him. and 1t was at this point that MT. Saltpeter en- tered and questioned MT. Ignatz Fluegel- mann about the person on the floor. Stu pefied with modification. Mr. Cohen sat up and asked to be taken into the game, i but this request was refused.
 "We might have trouble" said MT. Salt peter vaguely, "and we don't look for 1t '
 MT. Cohen urged and finally was al- lowed to sit in the back room and play a ten-dollar freeze out with Julius Shab-
 bosdeckel. Both being tight players it was believed the game was good for all night.
 Has Ike Rosenthal got here?" asked MT. Satpeter, looking around.
 Should you mean the big fellow from
 Atlantic City?" asked MT. Rosenzweig.
 "Who else should 1t be?' said MT.
 Saltpeter.
 Well, he telephoned while ago that he would be here at 10 o'clock and that We need not wait the game for him"
 The Crhochans sat around tba oraan