Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-05-21
GAY! did you ever take what little
money you had and attend a
Poker PARTY?

Poker Party?
Well, in a moment of mental aber-
ration / suggested the proposition to
friend wife and she fell for it with
loud screams of delight.
Poker parties would be all right if
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.
But Peaches figured it out that she'd
invite a small, congenial bunch and
with quarter limit it would be
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, think, or may
be it's real estate.
Sybil used to be chorus queen but
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
1e1ujah 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 it was just beginning to
look cheerful when Peaches exclaimed
eagerly: ooh, John, do Skies beat
| Fulls?"
Everybody present dipped up tit
| ter and the poor girl looked ready to
faint.
"Surev' I said, just to bring her
back to earth.
| You know, I like Peaches. She's a
fine girl and good wife but from the
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Welsh rabbit, which is without form
and void.
Peaches poker procedure is full of
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
war.
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.
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talk back and forth at each other In
sharp, terse terms, all of which meant
money and / 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 raise
| / could see 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 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