"I’ll not forget my first run-in with this poker-joker idea. This was my first visit to the slope, you know and, although I’d often heard vaguely that young ’uns, playing draw for beans or tin tags, once in a while shoved the joker into the pack for the fun of the thing. I, of course, never dreamed that rational adult human beings in any quarter of the earth could have the nerve to inflict such a dismal outrage upon the noble game of draw as to slap the joker into a poker deck. But I found out different the very first game of draw that I sat into out in San Francisco.
"It was a four-handed game, and I was the only Eastern man in the bunch. The other three fellows were business men who belong to the Native Sons’ organization, which accounts for the weird brand of poker they played. They played what was taught ’em in their youth out there; didn’t know any better, and thought, and no doubt still think, that their game is right.
"I was banker, and dished up the first hand. It was 25 cents ante and $5 limit. I gave myself two rattling good pairs, kings up on tens. All of the other fellows stayed, and the man on my right made it a couple of dollars more to draw cards. This let two of ’em out of it, but I thought my two pairs were good enough for a $2 raise, and so I played with the raiser. He drew one card, and so, of course, did I. It was his bet, and he came at me on the double with the limit. I’d caught another king, and had as neat-looking a full house as a man needs to have in any kind of a game.
"’Five more’n you,’ said I, and we shuttled the limit back and forth until we each had about $50 in the pot. Said I to myself, ’I’ve got you beat, my boy, for the percentage of the game is ’way against your holding fours against my full hand, especially on the first clatter out of the box, and, even if you’ve filled those two pairs of yours—which you probably haven’t, for the percentage is plumb against you—you certainly haven’t got aces on top.’ Now, that was good poker reasoning, the kind of reasoning that has kept me necktie and peanut money ahead of the game anyway for twenty years or so, and I gave him the raise-back just as often as he threw it at me.
"’Finally,’ said he, ’we are getting out of our depth and beyond the breaker line, ain’t we? I’ve got you man-handled, but you junipers from the East never can feel the hunch when you are licked, and so I’ll skate in my little five and call you.’