Hubert Daddy Warbucks Cokes

freddy the beard said:
Cokes shot a tush hog in his house in Evansville in the 60s after playing a round of golf, and let the guy bleed to death. The guy had refused to pay Hubert what he owed him from the golf game and was dumb enough to threaten him. Cokes did shoot a law offficer in Hot Springs but he wasnt really a sheriff, he was a police detective. That was probably in the 40s. It was also reliably rumored that either he or Titanic Thimpson, his road partner, shot Arnold Rothstein to death in NY after he refused to pay a poker debt. Gene Skinner told me Cokes was playing somebody and a big tush stuck his nose in the game and Hubert beat him half to death and threw him under the pool table and made him stay there while he went ahead and played his game. He also hung a nosy sweator up on a coat hook in Bensingers and said whoever takes him down takes his place. All that aside, next to Fats he was the easiest man to bite in Johnston City.

the Beard
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Fred, I posted a little story, about Mr. Coke's, on your thread about him on One Pocket.Org. I lack the skills to move it to this site.
Anyone else interested, check it out over there.

Dick
 
SJDinPHX said:
Fred, I posted a little story, about Mr. Coke's, on your thread about him on One Pocket.Org. I lack the skills to move it to this site.
Anyone else interested, check it out over there.

Dick
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Fred,
I have a story I will share with you (someday)about "Mr Cokes", as we all called him back in the day.(Only Fat's was nervy enough to call him "Hubert" or "Daddy Warbucks".) It took place at one of the earlier Jansco Stardust tournaments. It was the year Richie Florence made the big Baccarat score,if you can remember what year that was.
I'm not trying to imply that Mr. Cokes and I were close friends, but on several occasions he and I had sat next to each other and sweated one pocket matches in the stands. He was always very complimentary about my one pocket game
and said I had a "very good concept of how the game should be played"
Mr. Cokes, as you know, loved the game and always entered all the big tournaments even though he was getting on in years and was not really competetive with the "young guns" of that era.
Mr Cokes (I still can't bring myself to call him, Hubert) played his heart out
in those tourney's, but he rarely got very far in them. No one liked to send him to the losers side, or worse yet, knock him out. He was not above offering "incentives" to his opponent to allow him to progress further in any given tournament. My story has to do with just such an incident, when I found myself in the unenviable position of knocking him out of the tournament.
I wish Bucktooth (or his alter ego "Cornfed") posted on here, as he was one of the principles of my tale.
Let me just say that I will never forget "the glare" I got from Mr Cokes, as he shook my hand, (quite firmly I might add)and congratulated me on my win. Many of you may try to read between the lines, but it is a story best told in Fred's words. Maybe suitable for his "War stories" column....stay tuned !

Dick
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Moved it for you:)
 
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