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I agree.page four love is roulette, preferred by U6 out of 100. Black Jack and Craps run about even. Black Jack enthusiasts said they played because they were used to card games, and had tried "21" at home, others claimed this particular type of gambling was more ladylike than Craps and they could sit dowi in aomfort while playing. Legends of outstanding women players run riot in Las Vegas. There's Madame Popeye, the 87 year old corn cob pipe smoking farmerette who rolled for Ik straight hours one night, calling for milk shakes on the house while she piled up a tidy sum. And the divorcee who appeared at the tables regularly on the 27th of the month, alimony day. Or the tale of the Chicago widow who had never gambled before, (?·3% gamble for the first time in Las Vegas) and worked her initial $25 into $3,000. playing "21". Las Vegans speak in endearing terms of the grey haired, 60 year old cocktail waitress from California, who won $1U,000 and, delighted with her winnings, is purported to have given back several thousand in tips to the Black Jack dealers. She has since retired, they say, and is living in her own little home, paved with silver dollars. Las Vegas women gamblers are not all tourists. Some of the natives are inveterate players, haunting the bingo tables and the slots in the dom-town district. Bingo fans can buy 6 cards for 200, and the clubs offer all kinds of come-ons such as bonus cards, special drawings entitling the player to a week of free plays. You can see grisled octo genarians^even wheel chair customers, glued to tie tables, some of them plying as long as 12 hours at a stretch* C \&