Life — October 9, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HINK not the girl you love, loves not ; She loves, depend upo: With willing heart she ‘Il share your lot— If there's a building on it. RECIPROCITY. | A GOOD SUGGESTION. HERE is a tendency to refine on phrases that convey to the mind repugnant ideas. Hence our friends don’t die; they have “entered into rest.” Inasmuch as the condition of the de- parted is somewhat problematical, How would it do to substitute the fol- lowing ? “ Withdrawn from circulation.” WHEN a young man is fingering the cash left him by his grandfather, can it be said he is reveling in his ancestral hauls ? WANTED. PIN feathers from the man who was made game of. Tired Pai Ick-cremation is what is wanted now. THE THOMPSON STREET POKER CLUB. A SLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDING, M R. TOOTER WILLIAMS entered the rooms of the I Thompson Street Poker Club late Saturday evening, and with an air which convinced the Rev. Mr. THANKFUL SMITH that he had been playing policy again and with good | results. Mr. CYANIDE WHIFFLES had just won a pot con- taining seventy-one cents, including a postage stamp, and Mr. W AMS took his seat behind him to give him luck. Under his skillful advice Mr. WHIFFLES soon doubled his capital and got hysterical with good humor. This circum- stance made it certain in the Rev. Mr. SMITH’s mind that Mr. WILLIAMS had money concealed about his clothing, for under ordinary financial circumstances he would have taken a hand and confessed temporary inability to take up the 1. O. U.'s out against him and held now by Mr. WHIFFLES. The next few minutes were unprofitable to Mr. WHIFFLES, for Mr. WILLIAMS induced him to back three nines against Professor BRICK’S third raise, when that scientist had pulled a club flush. Immediately after, however, Mr. WHIFFLES caught a tray full against a pat straight held by Mr. Gus JOHNSON, and, to use his own felicitous expression, “ fondled dat niggah twell he drap mo’ n fo’ dollahs.” As Mr. WILLIAMS lifted his eyes after this occurrence, he saw the Rev. Mr. SMITH’s countenance undergoing the throes of a wink, and said wink was accompanied by a slight ‘er (who has been inside) : SHTRAIGHT, MY FREN’, DRY SHTRAIGHT, WHAT Drowrey (—_|Keer pry HAT? THASH ALL RIGHT. TRAIGHTER THAN Ir'LL DRY but perfectly intelligible nod in the direction of Mr. WHIF- FLES’ hand. Mr. WILLIAMS winked back, and then the Rev. Mr. SMITH resumed his wonted expression of apathy. Ev- erybody passed on the next hand; it was the Rev. Mr. Situ’s deal, and the first jack-pot of the evening had come at last. “ How yo feelin’ ter be outen dis Rev. Mr. SMITH, carelessly. “O tolerble,” said Mr. WILLIAMS, in the same tone. “I wants ter help Cy ; I'll be inde nex’. By this time Mr. JOHNSON had discovered that he only had nine high and passed. Professor BRICK had a pair of sevens and could n't open. Mr. WHIFFLES had three queens and two sixes, and was so wild with excitement that MR. WILLIAMS had to hold him down in the chair. He opened the pot for three dollars. «Pears like some niggah 's got suffin’,” said the Rev. Mr. jacker, Toor ?” asked the | SmirH, stealthily smuggling another wink at Mr. WILLIAMS. “ T rise dat six mo’.” “Tliffs yo jess—jess a dollah,” said Mr. WHIFFLES, put- ting in his money, but then, under the stimulus of a fierce nudge from Mr. WILLIAMS, he said: “Scuse me, but I meant ter liff yo’ "—here Mr. WHIFFLES took out his wallet —‘‘ one, two, free, fo’ an’ two's six—six dollahs.” “T sees dat six, an’ I rises yo’ five mo’,” said the Rev, Mr. SMITH, Professor BRICK gasped so for breath at this junctu-e that comicbooks.com