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and loved it all, but could I keep the money ? Not a 

 bit of it. I was broke in three weeks and had to 

 " look around." 



When the racing was over in Paris I wanted to go 

 to St Moritz, Switzerland calling us that winter. The 

 car was sold and small debts paid up. After all what 

 did it matter ! there was always the chance. So 

 tickets were taken for St Moritz for a friend, a valet 

 and my dog — the west of Scotland white terrier which 

 will be seen in various pictures. I had only about 

 fifty pounds in my pocket, but the idea of a holiday 

 was everything. 



We lived the outdoor life and played bridge in the 

 evening. Things ran well for me and I won on that 

 trip about eight hundred pounds — at bridge only. 

 It shows you that, despite a drop of over ninety 

 thousand francs to about one thousand francs, one 

 should never despair. There's nothing like getting 

 used to the ups and downs. Those who gamble can 

 always hope. 



Of all the games of cards I have played in my life 

 there has never been a game that appealed to me so 

 much as bridge. We used to play the old game in 

 London and elsewhere — but the comparatively new 

 Auction Bridge : surely there was never anything like 

 it ! Its fascination beats that of all the other games 

 of chance and skill which have ever been devised. 

 American billiards always fascinated, and then came 

 my learning of the English game, at which my Editor 

 tells me I play pretty well. At all events I can 

 beat him readily enough — or so he says ! " Solo " 

 had its fascinations, poker its late hours and un- 

 satisfactory endings, with sometimes no one satisfied ; 

 but give me the thrills of bridge with a satisfactory 

 partner ! Carrying a " dud," however, and having 



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