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"Hither and yon," Fields said, using a stock answer he was favoring in that period.
The truth is that he practically never gambled on anything. He felt that there was an ugly element of chance in gambling which made it possible for somebody other than himself to win. In his wealthiest phase he shied away from the relaxing dedication to dice, cards and horses that was favored by many of his successful friends. However, it was never difficult for him to persuade producers, whether in the theater or in movies, to allow him fictional gambling scenes. There was something so blatantly felonious about the sight of Fields in a poker game that its humor was assured from the start. The unlikely possibility that his companions at the table could look at him and feel at ease shook the imagination. His whole manner suggested fakery in its most flagrant form ; he was the apotheosis of the quack. Two or three of his friends feel that the spirit of Fields has been preserved by one of the stills from My Little Chickadee, which shows him, as Cuthbert J. Twillie, a crooked oil man, in a Western poker game with several desperadoes. Most of them are eying him appraisingly, as if trying to make up their minds what to do about him. Fields himself is rigged out in a cutaway, striped trousers, and a high gray felt hat with a broad black band ; he is wearing formal white gloves, which are turned back delicately, and he has a wilted lily in his buttonhole. His hands, graceful and expressive, are carefully shielding his cards from any possible snooping by the man on his left, while his own furtive, suspicious gaze is plainly directed into the hand of the player on his right. His attitude is so frankly dishonest that the other players seem to sense the inevitability of their financial downfall. Their stunned faces pay homage to a situation, and a character, which defy all the known rules regarding cheats.
Of his poker game in Poppy, the Herald said admiringly, "The
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