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Show THC MONEY ISN'T THERE. A Pickpocket Who Was Foolish Enough to Steal a Lady's Pocketbook. "I jnst swiped a leather, Jim," said a pickpocket to another of his profession as he came across him sitting on a bench in Union square. 'Wus it one o' them pnrty ones whs the women carries round de street In der hands?" "Yes, I swiped it up on Fift avene? when she wns lookin inter er windy. " "If yer'd been in da bizniz as long to, I hev, yer wouldn't er took it. " "Why? ' N " 'Tain'twnCh it." "A feller infhfc strike er big nnni, though, that way some time. ' ' "Not on yer' life he wouldn't. I've swiped a load on 'em, an I never get oue yit that I could git a beer out on Dey don't carry money in dem leathers. Dey's only or biuff. Try dat one yer've got and see if it anny good. " Glancing about him warily to make sure that no one was watohing him, the pickpocket opened the purse. He found three samples of silkoline, a patent glove buttoner, a card advertising a lotion lo-tion for removing blackheads from the face, a sheet of flesh colored court plaster, plas-ter, some samples of scrim and Madras, a list of prices of oarpets, a circular showing an illustration of a patent hose supporter, a card of small safety pins, two slabs of chowing gum warranted to cure dyspepsia and a card bearing her address and instructions to take her there if she met with an accident. ''That's all dere is in it, " said the man who had "swiped" thepockotboof as be turned it upside down and shoui it, with a look of disgust on his face. "Didn't I tell yer."' remarked the other. "I've swiped' dem t'ings til? I'm t'rod. Dey're all do same. De wo men don't carry uothiu but trash in 'em. De mouey ain't dere, neverl" New York Hsrad. |