BLUFFING.

BLUFFING.
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If mebbe in yer system there’s a little sportin’ streak
You’ll understand the joy of which I’m tryin’ fur to spenk:
When your kind of losing courage an’ yer luck is runnin’ hard,
An’ ye hold a bob-tail flush an’ raise and draw a single card,
An’ it aint the card ye wa wanted, but you don’t give in-not yet,
But jes’ keep on a-raisin’ till the rest are skeered to bet,
You feel a thrill of pleasure such as comes to very few,
Life’s a gollden dream of glory when
place
bluff
cut
through!

We’re all a-bluffin’ more or less fur big or little stakes.
We kop a face that’s smilin’ an’ con- ceal the heart that aches.
As we risk our time an’ money in the hope of ease or fame,
You dasn’t show you’ve weakened when you start to play the game.
But now an’ then you miss it; it may be a railroad deal,
Or some little hope you cherished that goes wrong.
An’ then you As sick an’ sore as if you’d jes’ been feel
I taken out and mauled. tell ye, boys, it’s awful when your
bluff
git
called!
-Washington Star.