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Show THC MONEY ISN'T THERE. A Pickpocket Who VTas Foolish Enoufr to Steal a Lady's Pockctbook. 'I just 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 itoueo' them purty ones what the women carries rouud de street In der hands?" "Yes, I swiped it up on Fift avene? when she wus lookin intoi er windy. " "If yer'd been in de bizniz as long a I hev, yer wouldn't er took it. " "Why? ' " 'Tain'twuth it." "A feller might strike er big haui, though, that way some time." "Not on yer life he wouldn't. I'v swiped a load on 'em, an I never got oue yifc that I could git a beer out on. Dey don't carry money in dem leathers. Dey's only or biuff. Try dafc ono yer've got and see if it enny good." Glancing about him warily to make sure that no one was( watching hfm, the pickpocket opened the purse. He found three samples of silkoline, a patent ylove buttoner, a card advertising a lotion lo-tion for removing blackheads from tho face, a sheet of flesh colored court plas ter, some samples of scrim and Madras, a list of prices of carpets, a circulai showing an illustration of a patent hose supporter, a caid of small safety pins, two slabs of chewing gum warranted-to 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 ia in it," said tho man who had "swiped" thepocketboo as he turned it upside down and shoot. it, with a look of disgust on his face. "Didn't I tell yer."' remarked the other. "I've "swiped dem t'ings tili i'm t?red. Dey "re all de same. De wo men don't carry nothin but trash in 'am, De money ain't dere, neverl" New York Herad. |