§ 183 One Way to Beat the Game
Those who in their youth were addicted, or subsequently have been addicted to the good old American game of Seven-up will appreciate a little tale which Frank I. Cobb, of the New York World, told.
Cobb, who was born in Kansas and reared in Michigan, went to a town in the former state to call upon an elderly uncle. He arrived about suppertime. His aunt received him and welcomed him, telling him that her husband would probably be along shortly.
Time passed and still the old gentleman did not appear.
“I wonder,” said Cobb, “whether Uncle Henry has been detained at his shop?”
“Oh, no,” said his aunt in a resigned tone. “He’s down at Number Two Engine House, claiming Low.”