The Elbert County tribune., 1915-05-21
GAY did you ever take what little
money you had and attend a
Poker Party?

money you had and attend a
Poker Party?
Well, in a moment OF mental aber-
ration l suggested the proposition to
friend wife and she fell for 1t with
loud screams of delight
Poker parties would be all right II
it we're not for the fact that somebody
has to lose. Not having an ear for
music it annoys me to hear the boobs
squeal.
q But Peaches figured it out that she'd
invite small. congenial bunch and
with quarter limit it would be a
100 to 1 shot we could live through
the evening without bloodshed.
Hep Hardy was first choice. Hep
has two missions in life. One is to
90 to parties, and the ether is saying
Good evening"" to bar-tenders
OF course, Uncle Louis Miffendale
was invited as was also Aunt Jessica
Minendale. These two relatives were
wished on Peaches at birth--they are
mine by marriage
They are nice people, but any time
: they decide to go around the world
for their health I'll be at the dock
to see them on
AS my contribution to the kitty we
invited Spud Dalrymple and his wife,
Syhil.
Sfuld is Wall Street broker but
since the market went wrong some
months ago he's been working for a
living-paper hanging think, or may
be IT'S real estate.
Sybil used to be a chorus queen but
she married Spud and recovered al
most entirely
Poker players. I've noticed. are d.
vided into two classes: The Compan-
Ions of the Cold Feet, and The Little
Brothers of the Boost.
The Companions OF the Cold Feet
snake the most money. but the Little
Brothers OF the Boost sing Glory Hal
ielujah and give an occasional squ.nt
at the scenery as they march on to
the Poor House.
The first Jackpot was finally opened
by Sam. We all stayed in and after
the draw it was just beginning to
look cheerful when Peaches exclaimed
eagerly: "Oh. John, do Skies beat
Fulls?"
Everybody present dipped up a tit
ter and the poor girl looked ready to
faint
"surei" said Just to bring her
back to earth.
You know. 1 like Peaches She's a
fine girl and good wife but from the
heart ! say she plays poker like a
Welsh rabbit. which is without form
and void
&c. F,,u 80
hushed silences and dark surprises.
From social point Of view Peaches
is the best fellow that ever drew
cards, but with regard to the techni-
calities> of poker she is what the an
Client Greeks would call a Patricia Boil
ivar.
Sam bet his quarter and Hep Hardy
raised him. Peaches was next and she
hoisted them both to my painful sur
prise
The rest of us took to our para
chutes and dropped and so did Hep
on the next lap
Then Sam and Peaches began to
talk back and forth at each other in
sharp, terse terms, all of which meant
money and I had to sit there and
watch her being dragged to the sham
bles, powerless to help her
Every time Sam peeped she was
back at him with a raise
could see whole months house
hold expenses travelling home in Sans
pocket
tried to give Peaches the bugle
cali to cease firing. but she never once
came to the surface
Sam had nearly all his checks set
In and Peaches reached over and
touched my stack for handful.
The pot began to look like picture
entitled. Rockefeller In The Safety
Deposit Vaults"
Sam was breathing hard and pink
spots began to appear on his fore
head. His heart was missing" like
an excited carburetor.
could almost hear him saying over
N aMZ7THFITT1l1TT7 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS ,lJIy3