I dropped seventy-five in that little game last night." Punch Swallows groaned in a heartrending way.
"That's nothing," he said, dolefully.

"I lost a hundred and ten last week, and I've been broke ever since.

Wired home for money, but the gov didn't respond.

After that game all I could think of was two pairs, three of a kind, bobtail flushes, and so on.

I made a dead flunk at recitations for two days.