" PINOCHLE GAME PUTS
To be married or to play
pinochle that was theburning
question confronting August
Hoeffel, 2819 Wabash avenue,
three weeks ago.
August decided to play pi
nochle, and is still brideless.
Three weeks ago today August
appeared before George, Dillon,
marriage clerk, in the County
Building, blushing and stammer
ing. "I want it to get married," he
said, "right away quick. This is
her here," and he dragged before
Dillon the blushing person of
Anna Samp, 1161 West 63d st.
' "Nothin' doin'," said' Dillon,
shortly. "No marriage licenses- on
Saturday. You'll need to come
"August burst into a violent fit
"What the deuce is theNtnat
ter?" demanded 'Dillon. "Can't
you wait until Monday?"
"Och, by Monday it will be no
use," said August.
"What d'you mean it won't be
any use?" asked Dillon. "Some
body goin' to getout an injunc
tion again st?"
"Injunction nix," said August,
"but by Monday I will not have
the money to pay by the license
Just at this moment" County
Clerk Robert Sweitzer7 who is a
kindly man, happened to pass. He
inquired the reason for August's
, "Say," he said to August, "I'll
tell you what I'll do. You give
jtie the dollar for the license now
DAN CUPID TO FLIGHT
and I'll give you a receipt for it,
and then come back on Monday
and get the license."
August thought this a bright
idea, and handed the dollar over
But alas for human frailty! On
Sunday .night August happened
to get into a pinochle game, and
was cleaned to his last cent.
But he saw a good chance, and
he remembered that marriage li
cense receipt for one dollar.
"I put it in the game for a quar
ter' he announced triumphantly.
One Schmidt, opposing August,
looked at the receipt suspiciouslyy
but'it was an official looking doc
ument and he figured it was all
And so the game went on, and
August lost, and was separated
from his chances of a bride.
Schmidt, in the proud posses
sion of a marriage license receipt
decided that it was up to him to
find a bride. He decided on Hil
da Olsen, of 4915 Wabash avenue.
Hilda was willin', Schmidt
dragged her down to Sweitzer's
"Give me it my marriage li
cense," he demanded of Sweitzer.
"I got the girl."
Sweitzer looked at his receipt,
and looked at Schmidt.
''Trying to play a game ,on me,
are you?" he demanded. "You
ain't the man that gave me the
"I know," said Schmidt, but"
"But nothing!" said Sweitzer,
"you ought to be ashamed of
yotlrself a big man like you aret
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