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 GAMBLING --- GAMES --- GANDHI . . . GAMBLING see "ENTERTAINMENT, HOBBIES, & LEISURE ACTIVITIES" for related links see "MONEY" for related links - The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong; but the betting is best that way. --Franklin Pierce Adams (1881—1960) American columnist and member of the Algonquin Round Table. _The Conning Tower_ and note: The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that's the way to bet. --Damon Runyon (1884—1946) American journalist and short-story writer. - Lotteries, a tax upon imbeciles. --Count Camillo Benso di Cavour (1810—1861) Piedmontese statesman who helped bring about the unification of Italy and served as the first prime minister. Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair. --C.C. Colton (1780—1832) English clergyman and writer. _Lacon: or, Many Things in Few Words; Addressed to Those Who Think_ [1820] WOMAN: You must talk to me, Mr. Coolidge. I made a bet today that I could get more than two words out of you. COOLIDGE: You lose. --Calvin Coolidge (1872—1933) American Republican statesman and President [1923—1929]. In Ishbel Ross _Grace Coolidge and Her Era: The Story of a President's Wife_ [1962]. I bet you, Ziggie, a hundred bucks that he ain't here. --Charles Dillingham (1868—1934) American theatrical director and producer. Whispered to Florenz Ziegfield as they carried Harry Houdini's casket as pall-bearers. (attributed) Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people. --W. C. Fields [William Claude Dukenfield] (1880—1946) American vaudeville star and film actor. ^ John Warne Gates (1855-1911), US industrialist, speculator, and gambler. He once bet the wealthy John Drake, whose family founded Drake University, $11,000. The wager turned on whose bread, dunked in coffee, would attract the most flies. Gates won. He had not bothered to let young Drake know that he had put six spoonfuls of sugar in his own cup. --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ ^ Ira Gershwin (1896-1983) American lyricist. Gershwin was a keen poken player, but very unlucky. After a particularly disastrous evening, he announced to his friends, "I take an oath, I'll never pick up a card again.' After a moment's pause, he added, 'Unless, of course, I have guests who want to play . . . Or, unless I am a guest in another man's house.' He paused again. 'Or whatever circumstances arise.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ True luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; luckiest he who knows just when to rise and go home. --John Milton Hay (1838—1905) U.S. secretary of state [1898—1905] associated with the Open Door policy toward China. _Distichs_ [1871] I should of stood in bed. --Joe Jacobs (1896—1940) American boxing manager. (After leaving a sickbed to attend the World Series in Detroit [October 1935] and betting on the loser.) Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism. --Carl Gustav Jung (1875—1961) Swiss psychologist. - Gambling ought never to be an important part of a man's life. If it is a way in which large sums of money are transferred from person to person without doing any good (e.g., producing employment, goodwill, etc.) then it is a bad thing. If it is carried out on a small scale, I am not sure that it is bad. I don't know much about it, because it is about the only vice to which I have no temptation at all, and I think it is a risk to talk about things which are not in my own make-up, because I don't understand them. If anyone comes to me asking to play bridge for money, I just say: "How much do you hope to win? Take it and go away." --C.S. [Clive Staples] Lewis (1898—1963) British scholar and novelist. _God in the Dock_ [1948], "Answers to Questions on Christianity," Question 13 - One of the worst things that can happen in life is to win a bet on a horse at an early age. --Danny McGoorty The taste for gambling, like that for sports, is a kind of feeble-mindedness—maybe even an insanity. It can be justified only by a resort to the most preposterous sophistry. Whenever it has seized a man of any visible talent—for example, Dostoevsky and C. C. Colton—he has ended crazy. It is the silliest of all the vices. --H.L. (Henry Louis) Mencken (1880—1956) American journalist and literary critic. _Minority Report_ [1956] - kap posts to USENET newsgrouup, late 1990's: Yesterday we went to Lake Mead, with a stop at the park in Boulder City. Did you know that Boulder City is the only town in Nevada which prohibits gambling? What a boring life those poor people lead. They never get free food like we do when we get 'comped' at the casino. You know how comps work don't you? Well, for every (let's say) $1,000 you spend they give you a $20 meal. Only people in Nevada think that's a good deal. But I digress, back to Lake Mead! The sun is so strong that it fries our collective brains! There are many walking paths near the lake, but it was too hot for a stroll. So we decided to feed the carp which hang out at the marina. You can buy popcorn in the souvenir shop and feed the fish. It's kinda neat; throw a handful of popcorn and 100 or more fish converge on the booty. Reach out and you can just about pick them up. No fishing allowed, who wants carp anyway. On the way back we drove through Boulder City, shuttered at the thought of no gambling, and returning to civilization, promptly visited the first casino we came to. Lost all our money of course, but made some progress on our comps. --kap - You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run... --Kenny Rogers (1938— ) American country singer. "The Gambler" The baccarat table is covered with green cloth and is marked off in divisions with chalk or something. The banker sits in the middle, the croupier opposite. The customers fill all the chairs at the table, and the rest of the crowd are massed at their backs and leaning over them to deposit chips or gold coins. Constantly money and chips are flung upon the table, and the game seems to consist in the croupier's reaching for those things with a flexible sculling oar and raking them home. It appeared to be a rational enough game for him, and if I could have borrowed his oar I would have stayed, but I didn't see where the entertainment of the others came in. --Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835—1910) American humorist, novelist, journalist, and river pilot. _Aix, the Paradise of the Rheumatics_ [Gambling] is the child of Avarice, the brother of Iniquity, and the father of Mischief. --George Washington (1732—1799) American general and commander-in-chief of the colonial armies in the American Revolution [1775—1783] and first president of the United States [1789—1797]. Letter to his nephew, Bushrod Washington [15 January 1783]. - A man walks along a lonely beach. Suddenly he hears a deep voice: DIG! He looks around: nobody's there. "I am having hallucinations," he thinks. Then he hears the voice again: I SAID, DIG ! So he starts to dig in the sand with his bare hands, and after some inches, he finds a small chest with a rusty lock. The deep voice says: OPEN! Ok, the man thinks, let's open the thing. He finds a rock with which to destroy the lock, and when the chest is finally open, he sees a lot of gold coins. The deep voice says: TO THE CASINO! Well the casino is only a few miles away, so the man takes the chest and walks to the casino. The deep voice says: ROULETTE! So he changes all the gold into a huge pile of roulette tokens and goes to one of the tables where the players gaze at him with disbelief. The deep voice says: 27! The man takes the whole pile and drops it on the 27. The table nearly bursts. Everybody is quiet when the croupier throws the ball. The ball comes to rest on 26. The deep voice says: OOPS! - Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing for something. ----- tontine (noun) Group investment scheme: an investment or insurance plan in which contributors pay equal amounts into a common fund and receive equal dividends and benefits from it, with the final surviving contributor receiving everything. vigorish (noun) [ 'vi-gê-rish] Usurious interest paid to a money-lender or a book-maker's usual commission on an illegal bet.  . . see "ENTERTAINMENT, HOBBIES, & LEISURE ACTIVITIES" for related links The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. --G.K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton (1874—1936) English essayist, novelist, and poet. ^ Louis XV (1710—1774) King of France [1715—1774] Louis was playing cards with members of his entourage when a certain M. de Chauvelin was stricken by a fit of apoplexy, of which he died. 'M. de Chauvelin is ill,' exclaimed a courtier, seeing him fall. Louis turned and surveyed the fallen body coldly. 'Ill?' he said. 'He is dead. Take him away. Spades are trumps, gentlemen.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ The game's afoot. Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!" --William Shakespeare (1564—1616) English dramatist. King Henry, in Henry V, act 3, sc.1, l. 32-4 [1600] ^ Herbert Spencer (1820—1903) British philosopher and economist. Spencer was playing billiards with a subaltern who was a highly proficient player. In a game of fifty up Spencer gave a miss in balk and his opponent made a run of fifty and out in his first inning. The frustrated philosopher remarked, 'A certain dexterity in games of skill argues a well-balanced mind, but such a dexterity as you have shown is evidence, I fear, of a misspent youth.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ ----- - dreidel (noun) ['drey-dl] A dreidel is a four sided top with a Hebrew letter on each side. ... The dreidel is the center of one of the traditional games played by children after dinner as the candles of the 8-day Jewish Festival of the Lights (Chanukah) burn in the menorah. Each player puts a token-a piece of candy, a raisin, nut, or chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil (gelt)-in the pot. Then the first player spins the dreidel. When the dreidel stops, the letter that is facing up determines the play: "nun" means nothing happens, neither win nor loss; "gimel" means the player takes all tokens in the pot; "hey" means the player takes half of the pot, and if "shin" turns up, the player must put one token into the pot. ... The game of dreidel was played throughout Europe in the Middle Ages under various names. [from yourdictionary.com] - gambol (verb) ['gæm-bl] To leap and spring about joyfully, to frolic about without a care. . . Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869—1948) Indian statesman and leader of the nationalistic movement against British rule. see "PEOPLE" for related links - History, and religious and moral opinion, have so enshrined Gandhi in this sacred matrix that in many quarters it is blasphemous to question whether this entire procedure of passive resistance was not simply the only intelligent, realistic, expedient program which Gandhi had at his disposal; and that the "morality" that surrounded this policy ... was to a large degree a rationale to cloak a pragmatic program with a desired and essential moral cover. . . . Gandhi did not have the guns, and if he had had the guns, he would not have had the people to use the guns. Gandhi records in his _Autobiography_ his astonishment at the passivity and submissiveness of his people in not retaliating or even wanting revenge against the British. . . . The contention that it was a pragmatic, rather than a principled decision, is based on the Declaration of Independence of Mahatma Gandhi issued on January 26, 1930, where he discussed "the fourfold disaster to our country." His fourth indictment against the British reads: "Spiritually, compulsive disarmament has made us unmanly, and the presence of an alien army of occupation, employed with deadly effect to crush in us the spirit of resistance, has made us think we cannot .. even defend our homes and families ..." These words more than suggest that if Gandhi had had the weapons for violent resistance and the people to use them this means would not have been so unreservedly rejected as the world would like to think. --Saul Alinsky _Rules for Radicals_ Vintage Books, pp. 38-39 - It is alarming and also nauseating to see Mr. Gandhi, a seditious middle temple lawyer, now posing as a fakir of a type well known in the east, striding half- naked up the steps of the viceregal palace, while he is still organizing and conducting a defiant campaign of civil disobedience, to parley on equal terms with the representative of the king-emperor. --1930 observation by Winston Churchill (1874—1965) British Conservative statesman and Prime Minister [1940—1945, 1951—1955]. Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the Act of depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest. --Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869—1948) Indian statesman and leader of the nationalistic movement against British rule. _An Autobiography_ p 446 Gandhi was inevitable. If humanity is to progress, Gandhi is inescapable. He lived, thought and acted, inspired by the vision of humanity evolving toward a world of peace and harmony. We may ignore Gandhi at our own risk. --Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929—1968) American civil rights leader. ...if, as may happen, India and Britain finally settle down into a decent and friendly relationship, will this be partly because Gandhi, by keeping up his struggle obstinately and without hatred, disinfected the political air? That one even thinks of asking such questions indicates his stature. One may feel, as I do, a sort of aesthetic distaste for Gandhi, one may reject the claims of sainthood made on his behalf (he never made any such claim himself, by the way), one may also reject sainthood as an ideal and therefore feel that Gandhi's basic aims were anti-human and reactionary: but regarded simply as a politician, and compared with the other leading political figures of our time, how clean a smell he has managed to leave behind! --George Orwell [Eric Blair] (1903—1950) English novelist. [In 1949.] ;void(0)) GARBO, GRETA . . Greta Garbo [Greta Lovisa Gustafsson] (1905—1990) Swedish actress. see "ACTORS" for related links see "PEOPLE" for related links What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober. --Kenneth Tynan (1927—1980) English theater critic. "Curtains" [1961]  . . Photograph: An Italian garden see: "FLOWERS" see: "PLANTS" see "HOME & FAMILY" for other related links Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again. --Henry Beard Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hand away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there for a lifetime. --Ray Bradbury (1920— ) American science fiction author. _Fahrenheit 451_ [1953] Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get. --H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (1940— ) American author. If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. --Marcus Tullius Cicero (106—43 BC) Roman orator and statesman. What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered. --Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803—1882) American philosopher and poet. "Fortune of the Republic" [1878] There's only one sure way to tell the weeds from the vegetables. If you see anything growing, pull it up. If it grows again, it was a weed. --Corey Ford, in _Look_ ^ Mrs Irene Graham of Thorpe Avenue, Boscombe, delighted the audience with her reminiscence of the German prisoner of war who was sent each week to do her garden. He was repatriated at the end of 1945, she recalled. 'He'd always seemed a nice friendly chap, but when the crocuses came up in the middle of our lawn in February 1946, they spelt out Heil Hitler.' --_Bournemouth Evening Echo_ One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides. --W. E. Johns, _The Passing Show_ ^ Walter Savage Landor (1775—1864) British poet, essayist, and critic. Landor's cook displeased his master one day by serving an indifferent meal. Landor in a passion threw him through an open window. The cook landed awkwardly in the flower bed below and broke a limb. Landor cried out, 'Good God, I forgot the violets!' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of day. --F. Frankfort Moore (1855—1931) British dramatist, novelist, and poet. _A Garden of Peace_ [1919] My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus, I can't tell a stringbean from a soybean, Or even a girl bean from a boy bean. --Ogden Nash (1902—1971) American writer of humorous poetry. "Versus: He Digs, He Dug, He Has Dug." - The charm of perfect silence fell on the grand old garden. He sat on, soothed and yet sorrowful. The place was beautiful to him, even without Gemma. In the garden of these children all the flora of Italy was gathered and was growing. The delights of an Italian garden are countless. It is not like any other garden in the world. It is at once more formal and more wild, at once greener with more abundant youth and venerable with more antique age. It has all Boccaccio between its walls, all Petrarca in its leaves, all Raffaelle in its skies. And then the sunshine that beggars words and laughs at painters! — the boundless, intense, delicious, heavenly light! What do other gardens know of that, save in orange-groves of Grenada and rose-thickets of Damascus? The old broken marble statues, whence the water dripped and fed the water-lily; the great lemon-trees in pots big enough to drown a boy, the golden globes among their emerald leaves; the magnolias, like trees cast in bronze, with all the spice of India in their cups; the spires of ivory bells that the yuccas put forth, like belfries for fairies; the oleanders taller than a man, red and white and blush colour; the broad velvet leaves of the flowering rush; the dark majestic ilex oaks, that made the noon like twilight; the countless graces of the vast family of acacias; the high box hedges, sweet and pungent in the sun; the stone ponds, where the gold-fish slept through the sultry day; the wilderness of carnations; the huge roses, yellow, crimson, snow-white, and the small noisette and the banksia with its million of pink stars; myrtles in dense thickets, and camellias like a wood of evergreens; cacti in all quaint shapes, like fossils astonished to find themselves again alive; high walls, vine-hung and topped by pines and cypresses; low walls with crowds of geraniums on their parapets, and the mountains and the fields beyond them; marble basins hidden in creepers where the frogs dozed all day long; sounds of convent bells and of chapel chimes; green lizards basking on the flags; great sheds and granaries beautiful with the clematis and the wisteria and the rosy trumpets of the bigonia; great wooden places cool and shady, with vast arched entrances, and scent of hay, and empty casks, and red earthen amphoræ, and little mice scudding on the floors, and a sun-dial painted on the wall, and a crucifix set above the weathercock, and through the huge unglazed windows sight of the green vines with the bullocks in the harvest-carts beneath them, or of some hilly sunlit road with a mule-team coming down it, or of a blue high hill with its pine-trees black against the sky, and on its slopes the yellow corn and misty olive. This was their garden; it is ten thousand other gardens in the land. The old painters had these gardens, and walked in them, and thought nothing better could be needed for any scene of Annunciation or Adoration, and so put them in beyond the windows of Bethlehem or behind the Throne of the Lamb — and who can wonder? The mighty lives have passed away into silence, leaving no likeness to them on earth; but if you would still hold communion with them, even better than to go to written score or printed book or painted panel or chiselled marble or cloistered gloom, is it to stray into one of these old quiet gardens, where for hundred of years the stone naiad has leaned over the fountain, and the golden lizard hidden under the fallen caryatide, and sit quiet still, and let the stones tell you what they remember and the leaves say what the sun once saw; and then the shades of the great dead will come to you. Only you must love them truly, else you will see them never. --Ouida [Maria Louise de la Ramée] (1839—1908) English novelist. _Signa_ [1875] - All gardening is landscape painting. --Alexander Pope (1688—1744) English poet. All really grim gardeners possess a keen sense of humus. --W.C. Sellar (1898—1951) and R.J. Yeatman (1898—1968) British writers. _Garden Rubbish_ [1930] To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life — this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do. --Charles Dudley Warner (1829—1900) American newspaperman, author, editor, and publisher. _My Summer in a Garden_ [1870] -- Grow your own dope, plant a man. --bumper sticker I've had enough of gardening — I'm just about ready to throw in the trowel. --anon. The gardener's rule applies to youth and age: When young "sow wild oats", but when old, grow sage. --anon. A woman's garden is growing beautifully but the darn tomatoes won't ripen. There's a limit to the number of uses for green tomatoes and she's getting tired of it. So she goes to her neighbor and says, "Your tomatoes are ripe, mine are green. What can I do about it?" Her neighbor replies, "Well, it may sound absurd but here's what to do. Tonight there's no moon. After dark go out into your garden and take all your clothes off. Tomatoes can see in the dark and they'll be embarrassed and blush. In the morning they'll all be red, you'll see." Well, what the heck? She does it. The next day her neighbor asks how it worked. "So-so,"' she answers, "The tomatoes are still green but the cucumbers are all four inches longer." ----- burgeon (verb) [‘bêr-jên] To bud, sprout, to begin to grow or blossom; to grow and flourish. deracinate [dee-RAS-uh-nayt], transitive verb: 1. To pluck up by the roots; to uproot; to extirpate. 2. To displace from one's native or accustomed environment. efflorescence (noun) [ef-flo-'re-sêns ] Flowering, blooming, blossoming horticulture (noun) ['hor-tê-kêl-chUr or -chêr] The science (or art) of growing fruits, vegetables, flowers and ornamental plants; the cultivation of a garden. jardiniere (noun) [zhar-dn-'eer or jar-dn-'eer] (1) A decorative container for plants or flowers; (2) A stand or box for plants or flowers, such as a window box; (3) Diced fresh vegetables served as an accompaniment to meat, as a jardiniere soup. topiary (noun) A bush, hedge, or tree trimmed into a decorative shape verdant (vúrd’nt) adjective Lush green growth: green with vegetation or foliage end page | GAMBLING - GARDENS | GARFIELD - GENERATION GAP | GENEROSITY -GENTLEMEN | GEOGRAPHY - GERSHWIN | GHOSTS - GLASSES | GLOBALIZATION - GOALS | GOD & GOING HOME | GOLF | GOOD DEEDS - GOODBYES | GOODNESS - GOVERNMENT | GRACE - GRATITUDE | GRAVEYARDS - GROWING | GROWING OLDER - PAGE 1 (A-L) | GROWING OLDER - PAGE 2 (M-Z) | GROWING UP - GULLIBLE | | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | | Return Home | The Credits | The Cast | Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3 | The End | The Reviews | Photos | |
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