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Show POST-MORTEM The poker player grabbed his hand, and looked it in the face, "Nine, ten, queen, king, what's that?" he said, I cannot keep the pace. Two suckers stayed, the man who quit picked up the little deck, , And raised the top card cautiously, and then he was a wreck. "If I'd have stayed I'd caught my jack and filled my straight between. "I wish you had," the winner said, who drew another an-other queen. If I had only known and if I'd have had the nerve, How often, oh how often, do those little Ifings serve? "One dollar on the single 0, another on the five, A stack of blues on seventeen, as sure as you'ie alive; And cover up the twenty-two and one on thirty-three. thirty-three. Try all night, kind dealer, you won't get the best of me." The ivory rolls around the wheel, the game is fast, roulette, And lucky winners sink their pile, and make another an-other bet. The ball drops in the thirty-three, the player seems to rile, And says if I'd had more on that I'd wear a winning win-ning smile. Next day there is a handicap with Ferrel riding "Force." The track is wet and Jieavy, and the favorite is "Divorce." The odds on "Sterling Towers" ran from fifty down to ten, The player says "I had the hunch, I should haye bet him then." "But at that he is a rummie" "off at Oakland says the guy. They ran through to the three -quarters Towers in the stretch a sigh "Oh, I knowed he'd beat them dead ones ain't none like him on the track, f I'd only played my hunch right, think of what I would got back." T. G. |