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Show LOSERS OF MONEY. "Pardon me for troubling you, sir, but did you drop a twenty-dollar gold piece?" asked a man with an earnest look on his face and a memorandum book in his hand of a well-dressed individual on the corner of Jefferson and Woodward avenues, Detroit. The man addressed ran his hand nervously into various pockets, and replied, "Well now, I declare! can it be possible that I was so careless as to drop that coin! Yes, it's gone. I must have lost it right here, near where we stand." The man opened his memorandum book took from his vest pocket the stub of a lead pencil and said: "Will you favor me with your name and address?" They were given, and the questioner started on, when the well-dressed man cried: "Hi, there! Where's the money? Give me my gold piece." "Oh, I didn't find any money. I took a notion this morning that in a city like this, where thousands and thousands of dollars are handled every hour, there must be great losses, and started out to investigate the matter. Between here and the river I found seven men that lost twenty dollar gold pieces, and I expect to run the list up to two hundred before I reach the City-hall. Good-day, sir."-Free Press. |