Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 January 1891 — THAT GAME OF EUCHRE. [ARTICLE]

THAT GAME OF EUCHRE.

Henry Gave Jimmie a Few Pointers In the Art. '••My little boy came home the other evening in a glow of pleasure because he had been invited to a progressiveeuchre party, says a writer io the Detroit Free Press. He talked of nothing else the whole dinner hour. Finnally my wife’s sympathies were aroused and she interceded, for the youngster. “ ‘Henry, sit down and give Jimmie some pointers ob euchre. You’re an old playemand can teach him a good deal about the game. It will nearly break the poor boy’s heart if he doesn’t capture the prize.’ “Jimmie grinned and eagerly seconded the suggestion. I admit that I felt a little flattered, and graciously consented to make a martyr of myself. “At first I felt my heart swell with pride at the readiness with which Jimmie grasped and utilized the information 1 imparted, I told him about the bowers, the joker, how to discard to the best advantage, what to lead, when to pass, when to take it up—ia fact, all the finer points of the game. I never had to tell him twice, and I felt like hugging the bright little youngster. — ——— —' - “But it wasn’t long until I began toscent a rodent. He took the first game, but I attributed it to my instructions. He gathered iu the seeoned game, hut I had given him a few binte in that one and took credit for his victory. The third game I kept my mouth shut and went at from the shoulder. We were playing ten points, and l only had five when he went out.

“I heard the old lady snicker, and my dander began to rise as I dealt for the next game. I’d show the innocentlooking young rascal that he couldn’t monkey with the old man. He ordered me up, and I was hotter than a Fourth of July, for the deck-bead was the only trump I had. He made a march and took two. By that time I was sweating like a hired man, for the old lady and my oldest daughter were looking on in an ecstasy of delight Jimmie dealt and I ordered on a slim hand. He winked at his mother and euchred me. The women snorted and I was boiling, - “ ‘Quit looking over my shoulder,’ I snnrled at Mrs. B . ‘You’ve been piping my hand off to that kid ever since we sat down here. If you’ve got such an infernal headache why don’t you go to bed?’ She ODly smiled at tb9 daughter, and 1 knocked the table over on top of Jimmie, swinging my chair out of her range of vision, and then the game went on. “I never got a smell. I was fighting mad, and if the boy had ever looked exultant I would have waltzed him out to the shed and seen how he could danc,e to the mueio of hoop-polfe Tim women were tickled into hysterics, and I came rscarer assaulting & fe - male than I ever did before in my Hfflt About 11 o’clock, just after I'd registered a mental vow to beat the boy if I had to get him asleep to do it, I caught him playing the ten spot of trumps a second time in the same hand. That thing calmed me. I was paralyzed. I simply said, ‘Jimmie, you’re very liable to taka the prize, but if I ever hear of your doubling up trumps that way again I’ll send you to a reform school after I have worn out a horsewhip on you.’