The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-09-22

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Poker Party?
Well, in a moment of mental aber.
ration 1 suggested the proposition to
friend wife and she fell for it with
loud screams of delight
Poker parties would be all right il
1t were not for the fact that somebody
has to lose. Not having an ear for
music 1t annoys me to hear the boobs
sQueal.
But Peaches figured it out that she'd
invite small, congenial bunch and
with q 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
go. to parties, and the other is saying
Good EVENING"" to bar-tenders.
OF course, Uncle Louis Miffendale
was invited as was also Aunt Jessica
Miffendale. 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 off,
AS my contribution to the kitty we
invited Spud Dalrymple and his wife,
Sybil.
Spud is a Wall Street broker but
since the market went wrong some
months ago he's been working for a
living paper hanging, 1 think, or may
be it's real estate.
Cuhfl mead IN ho oIo-,,, .,,zz- A,,&
she married Spud and recovered al
most entirely.
Poker players, I've noticed, are di-
vided into two classes: The Compan-
ions of the Cold Feet, and The Little
Brothers of the Boost.
The Companions of the Cold Feet
make the most money, but the Little
Brothers of the Boost sing Glory Hal.
leluJah and give an occasional squint
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 1t was just beginning to
look cheerful when Peaches exclaimed
eagerly: ooh, John, do Skies beat
Fulls?''
Everybody present dipped up a tit
ter and the poor girl looked ready to
faint.
"sure!" said, just to bring her
back to earth.
You know, like Peaches. She's q
fine girl and good wife but from the
heart say she plays poker like a
Welsh rabbit, which is without form
and void
Peaches poker procedure is full OF
hushed silences and dark surprises.
From a 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.
cient Greeks would call 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 1 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 a whole months house
hold expenses travelling home In Sans
pocket.
/ tried to give Peaches the bugle
call 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 a handful.
The pot began to look like a 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