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Last spring George Graham Rice arrived in Manhattan, suave, paunchy and in his usual high spirits. On leaving jail he had taken a pauper's oath but reporters found him in a swank 16-room apartment. To a list of 200 names picked at random from among his Idaho Copper stockholders, he sent greetings and asked them if they were "meeting the challenge" of the New Deal. The response to this "feeler" was good...
...figures on distribution expectancy. Run-of-the-mine players who feel "safer" in a suit bid than at no-trump, like to pick up hands containing long suits studded with honors, short or void suits representing ability to ruff. If the cards are shuffled so that a truly random arrangement results, a player should get a 6-card suit every six hands, a 7-card suit every 28 hands, a singleton every three hands, a void suit every 20 hands...
Most players enjoy these holdings less frequently than they should. They cheat themselves out of juicy hands by hasty or unskillful shuffling which does not produce true random distribution. After a hand of play the pack is composed of 13 tricks the great majority of which contain three or four cards of like suit. If the deal is made from this unshuffled pack, each player will get one card from each trick, and the result will be a number of 3-and 4-card suits typical of weak hands. Poor shuffling does not correct this tendency. After examining hundreds...
DAYS WITHOUT END-Eugene O'Neill-Random House ($2.50). O'Neill's latest play, published simultaneously with the Manhattan opening...
...roll is a long one. Choosing at random the name of Albert Wiggins of the Chase National Bank comes to mind, and then Charles Mitchell of the National City. They manipulated their funds or rather those of their depositors, with masterly insouciance and in a devil-may-care fashion that compels the admiration of the less gifted; or, shall it be admitted, the less scrupulous. Working westward, the van Sweringens and Mr. Eaton of Cleveland have lighted their little hour or two and are gone. Only a tangle of smooth tar roads and buried sewer pipes out in the hinterland...