Dear Ann Landers,
ine of us girls belong to a poker club. We've been meeting every Tuesday night for almost fifteen years. The stakes are not high enough to hurt anyone, and we all have a good time. The newest member of the club is caus-ing trouble. I will call her Zelda. We took her in last year when her husband died. Zelda has two artificial teeth in front. They are on a bridge. When Zelda is in a big pot she takes her teeth out and puts them on the chips for luck. You know as well as I do, Ann Landers, that the cards are going to fall where they are going to fall, but it is amazing the way Zelda's luck improves the minute she puts her teeth on the chips. The girls in the club don't like it-not because she wins, but be-cause it is a disgusting sight. Please tell me what should be done.-Yesterday's Hostess

Dear Hostess,
To dismantle oneself in the presence of others is in the worst possible taste. Since Zelda seems to be compulsive about removing things, suggest that she put her earrings, beads, or wristwatch on the chips and leave her teeth in her head.