The Winning Poker Book

By Pearleen Harvey

This book was inspired and created from a lifetime of experience and knowledge of the poker player who in his life ended up owning and operating two casinos in Reno, Nevada. Who had an average of 70 percent winning streak. The Poker Book gives you the ways to win with the knowledge you learn in this book. Plus the book tells of the authors life and his many different adventures around the world, and he played his favorite game, poker.

The Poker Book teaches you how to play a good game of poker.

In his book he has given the poker lovers his experiences of each poker game and a ways to win at 70 percent and how to win poker honestly, making the game not only profitable and challenging but also fun.

The Winning Poker book is for those of you who love and enjoy poker, for the rest who want to be a winner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503542013

Pearleen Harvey

While working for twelve years for two degrees, BA of Art and BA of Psychology, I owned and operated assisted living homes for twelve years. Working with Alzheimer’s and dementia clients, I have created two CDs, One called So You Can Smile Instead of Cry for caregivers, and a mediation CD, A Place in Time, to help people to accomplish their goal. Now at this time in my life, I can publish the many stories that I have written for my children and grandchildren. The books I am working on are “Exploring the World with Samantha,” then “Samantha Exploring the World in Hawaii.” With these children’s books, my hope is to show them not only how we need to take care of the world and the many things that live on our planet. My earnings will go for creating Freedom to Live, which is a way to help others be able to have enough funds to have plenty to eat, have enough funds for their medicine by setting up ways for people to work from their homes, how to help others to qualify for grant money, and ways to work within the communities raising food for all. Sharing our knowledge and doing for other is what we are brought to this world to do. Helping each other, working with our neighbors.

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Chapter V Honest Poker

Chapter VI Low Ball

Chapter VII High Low Split

Chapter VIII Seven Card High

Chapter X Five Card Stud

Chapter XI Draw Poker

FOREWORD

Readers

Are you a poker player? Have you ever felt that you were the so called sucker to a gambling game? Yet you were not sure just what, who, or how it was debt to you. Then read on brother, you are about to become enlightening. I am going to give you a true and factual account of how I and others like me have been trimming the unwary gambler these many years. Perhaps you will be given an added incentive to embrace the brotherhood of Gamblers Anonymous

Card hustlers have found that a developed ability to manipulate a deck of cards doubled with a lack of moral since, and a better than average amount of retinal fouled are the ingredients need to achieve the desired end of a good and easy living without the risk of incarceration in the local bastilles.

The game of poker in its ever widening variety of forms can be a man’s pleasure, his curse, or his means of livelihood. Whichever it is this book can be the road to achieving more pleasure: this removing the curse by brings your game up to or surpassing the average player’s ability or to enhance the earnings of the professional player.

Many a professional player has had to go back to selling, reading water makers, or whatever his chose: forte". His poker ability would have kept him solvent and leading his preferred a living from the round green and circle of eager faces. His down fall being an inability to recognize various forms of chicanery.

Only recently I was playing in a group of brotherly lodge members where members can play. Before long I recognized a system of marks on the cards (missing part) one scholarly appearing player. Another noisy drinking type was to sorrel the joker. Very effective when playing high low splits. Old timer who had been playing there for many years and who seemed a steady member of the group was busy on his deal with setting up a (missing part)as also using the peak and derby (missing part end of missing parts pg 1)number too card when the occasion showed a need. Teens at the beginning of the unforgettable depression of the 30’s. Work was sporadic or not available at all. I had played poker for match sticks up to then. I did have an understanding of the game. Sometimes I was able to shill is one of the city’s poker parlors. For this I received 50 cents. Not very high pay needless to say but this did keep me from starving. At that time 25 cents would buy a good meal.

At the same period I can recall putting up hay 12 to 14 hours a day for the scrooge wage of $1.00 a day. Our opportunity to make big money came in harvest time. Here again we would work like animals for $2,00 a day for 14 hours. After dark the horses were curried, watered, fed, bedded down. The horses received more consideration than we hands. The wonderful meals we always got while harvesting was almost worth it. After eating until we were about to burst we would hit the hay; and I really mean hay as that is where we slept, up to the hay mow. It would seem like no time at all before the farmer, lantern in hand will be back being sure we were all up so we could repeat the routine. The farmers I worked for ran off many a man who didn’t come up to his production standards.

I learned the value of a dollar the hard way. Maybe this helped form my appreciation for the easy dollar. I was never lazy. Many times worked when I could have beaten a card game.

I usually play honest poker. I love the game for the game alone. My bookkeeping shows I win three out of four times I play. The percentage of win and the amount go up when I need the money. Then I am apt to seek out the games when I am able to operate freely without risking my lodge cards.

Another principle my conscience forces me to adhere to is to try not to take advantage of my friends. For instance.; if using marked cards I do not look at their cards. If I run up a hand I never include them in the set up. They may inadvertently become involved in a hand where the outcome is predetermined in my favor. In this case a kick under the table will usually eliminate them.

There is something about the character of men who gamble. Either all gamblers are basically dis honest or only dishonest people gamble. Perhaps we can define a common ground of thinking on this subject. Larceny seems to invariable show itself in some form or other with all who gamble. Let us face brother gambler, aren’t we all dishonest? It is just a matter of degree. What degree do you have? The various forms of larceny may seem to be such twosome. What could be worse than paying off the nights losses with bum checks? How many people have borrowed money from you in games and never seem to recall it’s later. That is larceny in the worst degree. I know of a man who wrote out a check then crumple it up and three it on the floor. A senator in the same game received the check after the man left. He apparently ironed it out so it looked presentable it was later cashed. I have seen a U. S. Marshal steal chips from another man’s stack. The number one man in our lodge will chisel a dollar here and a dollar there. A regular player and eminent attorney memorize the five or six cards he places on the bottom of the decks; then deals over them. The cutter will then split the deck. Now the curds with be in the center of the deck. For stud this helps. Probably this will win two or three pots a night. I know a retired millionaire who sneaks a peek at the card coming off.

I have never paid a debt with a bad check, or failed to pay a loan. Some Times I think I am the honorable one. My principles are similar only my methods are different. I might add more successful.

I ran my first poker game at the early age of 19. I discovered then than I possessed a manual dexterity far above average. When business was slow I would play with the cards. I would imagine I was a card sharp and try to figure out runs ups. This was only my pastime. Instead of solitaire I would guess. I become proficient enough at the time to amuse my friends, never thinking, I would someday do it for real.

A few years later I found it necessary to depend on my ability, when I was with a highway construction crew. The project had just been completed. I have big plans to leave the next day for the western states. I really needed that final pay check. The difference would mean riding the comfort in a passenger train or the alternative of bumping along in a freight train and believe me I like the comfort money can provide.

As usual we had a pay day poker game. A friend of mine and I were planning to leave on this trip together. He also was in the poker game. Lady luck was a fickle wench that day. Everything went from bad to worse. He and I were both suffering this same fate. I was getting desperate. Visions of Freight trains with the

For a few years I worked in logging camps always making extra money simply playing poker. I spent a few years selling. Then in business of my own. Then came World War II. At this time I was in the Manu acting business. The type of product we were dealing in was not considerat as important. Commodity. Lack of priorities for the necessary materials to work with soon had us shutdown. I was caked with an alternative; either fined employment in defense worker military service. I chose the former and was sent to Honolulu to help clean up the Pearl Harbor mess. I was not happy to discover that our living quartered area also had a recreation hall in the midst. What do single unencumbered men do with their recreation hours? They play poker and shoot dice. Booze was rationed to one jug a week. Even that soon ran out. Now, what to do? Play poker and dice.

The Navy was obliging enough to furnish personnel to police the action. They were nice fellows but hardly qualified for the type needed there.

I played poker thee for a few weeks, depending on my poker playing abilities entirely. I should have been winning but wasn’t. I gave myself a talking to and decided to be more observing. I watched every dealer and every player like an eagle. To my amazement it seemed half the players were doing something. One Filipino was funning up hands every deal. Another, a quiet mannerly Chinese boy was also a whiz with the run up. A Red head was dealing stud but first memorizing the 7 and 8th hole cards. He would deal under these, then crimp the