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176 TRUE STORIES OF OLD
Jack's raise. Bright stood the raise without tilting it and I
"saw" Jack and doubled the pot as a raise. I was so certain
of the pot that I did not want to scare anybody out. Jack
"saw" my raise, but went no further; the man next to him
dropped out, but Bright played, thus leaving three of us in the
game. On the draw Bright took two cards, I took one; to our
great surprise Jack took three, showing that he had only one
Without looking at his draw, Bright threw a blue chip in the
pot. I simply "saw" Bright's bet, but when it came to Jack he
tilted the pot away up yonder. I was certain that Bright had
opened on a set of threes and I was praying for him to catch a
pair and make a "full house," but he evidently did not do so,
for he hesitated a long time about calling Jack's bet. The pot
was now large enough for me to take an interest in it, and so I
played my hand. I "saw" all that was in the pot and gave it
a substantial boost. Jack instantly sized up my chips and then
set in a stack more. I felt certain that Jack had come in on
kings or aces and had caught his third man. Bright threw down
his openers, three sixes, and quit. The play was now up to me.
I knew the pot was mine and I hated to beat Jack further, but I
saw a chance to beat Him and at the same time teach him a
lesson about the folly of depending on superstition in a poker
game. I looked at him and said:
"Jack, you are in bad luck, and I hate to pound a loser, but
ram going to teach you a lesson and impoverish you at the
same time. I tap you," saying which I shoved, all my chips into
Jack liked to have broken his arm getting his chips in, but he
"Now, Jack," I said, "I had you beaten all the way through,
and I would not have bankrupted you except that I saw a chance
to teach you a good lesson about the folly of playing poker
with a rabbit-foot. I had these four eights all the time." Saying
this, I spread my hand out on the table and reached for the pot.
"Hold on there," said Jack. Then, without showing his hand
he reached over and carefully inspected each of my eights. "Yes,
you've got 'em," he said, "but why don't you stay out until you
get something better?" Saying which, he laid down four jacks
and raked in the pot. He had stayed on two jacks and had
caught the other two on the draw.
Now I hate to confess it, but nevertheless it is true, when
the game broke up I tried to buy that rabbit-foot from Jack.
Instead of converting Jack he had converted me. It has been
a long, long time since I played cards of any kind, but I admit
that if I were going to get in a game tonight I would feel far
more comfortable if I took a rabbit-foot along than if I went
without one, and I sure would let the fellow alone who had one
in front of him.
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/176/: accessed September 22, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .