Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-26

stairs where his funds reposed with his
friend the saloonkeeper.
Say, Steve he said. easily, ''let me
have hundred out of that wad of mine,
will you?
Nothing doing. Louie. Can't give it to
you until tomorrow. That was the agree
ment wasn't it?'
.'Oh. yes. l know. Steve. but it's only a
hundred | want. The rest you can freeze
to till tomorrow
Nothing doing. I tell yer; nothing do
ing till tomorrow.
Louie begged and pleaded, and finally
became abusive.
Very well. Louie replied the saloon
keeper at length 'if that's the way
you're talking, YOU can take the whole
wad. and l hope you lose every con-
founded cent of it,
Louie insisted that all he wanted was a
hundred.
'All or nothing. Take it or leave it, l
amt no bank was the only satisfaction
he got. and he took it all.
Back to the gambling room he went and
sat in the game again. He played for
three hours. His first stack of chips was
followed repeatedly by others. At i
o'clock in the morning he was dead broke,
without cent to his name.'
Stunned, he walked out of the place. A
few blocks away he was stopped by an
acquaintance.
Say. Louie, did you get any of that
soft money!?
What soft money are you talking
about?"
Why, didn't YOU hear how they got to
a boob in BoDs place chat was the place
Louie had just lefU, and with paper in
the game, got his whole role?''
Then Louie realized that he had been
fieeced. Paper in the game is the
gamblers expression for marked cards.
and there is no chance at all for the
victim when the game is crooked. In
stud poker, of course. all the cards are
exposed except one, and if player, by
marking the cards, can read his oppon-
ent's whole hand. the victim is doomed
Louie, the Stud Champion" went back
to his room, SOt gun and killed himself
Strangely enough. death was the fate,
too, of another victim of card sharps,
who, by an unusual accident. was in a
position to beat them at their own game.
''Mfcky' was his nickname among gam
blers. He was a salesman. He was very
fond of poker, and probably broke even
in the long run.
One night. however, he got into game
in saloon on Suffolk street. Two of the
players were card sharps, and, with a
cold deck, which they put into the game
at the right time, and which was SO
stacked that the salesman would get four
kings and one of the crooks four aces, it
pile
BY a mistake in the cut however it
was the salesman who got the four aces
and the crook the four kings
''Micky" had been playing in hard luck
all the evening. He was $50 in the hole
When he saw the fine hand that had been
dealt to him, and realized the opportunity
it gave him to recoup his losses and retire
a big winner, his excitement was so great
that he had an apOplectic fit and keeled
right over. He was dead before medical
aid could be obtained
There was a fellow named Salowitz who
proved fine picking for the tenderlon
gambling fraternity. He was in the real
estate business. During the boom in
Bronx real estate he made fortune by
investing his commissions in real estate,
making quick turns and renvesting.
Somehow he got steered into gambling
house on 44th street. He liked roulette.
With the money he was making in real
estate he was able to stand the gan for
a long time without hurting his business
materially.
But his losses got heavier and heavier,