I covered my eyes …
As the ball began to lose way, the hush was awful….
"Siete (seven)," announced the spokesman.
With my brain whirling, I sought to garner the harvest….
My brother-in-law rose to his feet.
"One last throw," he said. "'PASSE' for 'The Poor.'"
He leaned forward and put the maximum on 'OVER 18.'
A moment later, counter by counter, four hundred and seventy pounds went into the poor-box.
As I pushed back my chair, I glanced at my watch.
In exactly sixteen minutes Berry had stung 'the Bank' to the tune of—as near as I could make it—four thousand nine hundred and ninety-five pounds.