Poker! by Zora Neale Hurston
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page 5 of 7 (71%)
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No harm! I know all about these no-harm sins! If you don't stop this
card playin', all of you all goin' to die and go to Hell. (Shakes warning finger--exits through portieres--while she is talking the men have been hiding cards out of their hands and pulling aces out of sleeves and vest pockets and shoes--it is done quickly, one does not see the other do it) NUNKIE (Shoving a chip forward) A dollar! SACK DADDY Raise you two! BLACK BABY I don't like to strain with nobody but it's goin' to cost you five. Come on, you shag-nags! This hand I got is enough to pull a country man into town. *[Handwritten: Last sentence crossed through in pencil.] TOO-SWEET You all act like you're spuddin'! Bet some money! Put your money where your mouth is *[Handwritten: els my fist where yo mouf is.] TUSH HAWG Twenty-five dollars to keep my company! Dog-gone, I'm spreadin' my knots! |
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