Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . r at his own game. Speedy young bloods and foxy old-timers came from miles around to take achance, havin heard the bunk about Zeke Murdock makina big killin at Smokey Reeses, or a pipedream about somepikin stool-pigeon bustin the bank at Lew Martens. Butit was always the old, old story—the sucker loses and thegambler wins—at every turn of the wheel. Clerks, factoryworkers, molders, mechanics, business men, travelin men,guys with and without brains, would speed to the gam-shopsto make a killin, and many a weeks payroll was shot for a
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . r at his own game. Speedy young bloods and foxy old-timers came from miles around to take achance, havin heard the bunk about Zeke Murdock makina big killin at Smokey Reeses, or a pipedream about somepikin stool-pigeon bustin the bank at Lew Martens. Butit was always the old, old story—the sucker loses and thegambler wins—at every turn of the wheel. Clerks, factoryworkers, molders, mechanics, business men, travelin men,guys with and without brains, would speed to the gam-shopsto make a killin, and many a weeks payroll was shot for abig win that never connected. Seasoned old racetrack workers, book-makers, railbirds, and touts flocked to ourlittle Monte Carlo, to play bank betweenhoss-racin seasons, just to pass the timeaway. The gams operatin them joints wasas swell a bunch as ever turned a trick—the easy-come, easy-go boys. They tog-ged in the latest, sported big sparklers,and when they couldnt get chicken they Smokey took the feathers, and stood the gaff like dead-game 167 THEM WAS THE GOOD OLD DAYS
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