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Show A Little Surprise. There was a great crowd in a railway station, from which a train wati about to depart, and all at once a man who had put his hand in his undercoat pocket to take out his pocketbook and pay his fare exclaimed: "I've been robbed! Some villain has taken my pocketbook with over 100 in it" "Where did you carry your pocket-book, pocket-book, sir?" inquired a bystander. "In my undercoat pocket, behind " "Then, sir, you can scarcely blame the individual who has taken it," replied re-plied the other in a pompous, self satisfied, satis-fied, patronizing manner, and in a voice of warning intended for the ears of all within hearing. "Yes, you ofer, if I may say so, a temptation, a premium, sir, upon theft, by carrying your money in such a place. Now, I always carry my money here, " he exclaimed, putting his hand into an inside breast pocket of his coat, "and there it is always" "safe, " he would have said, but he suddenly sud-denly drew out his hand as if it had been bitten by an adder and cried, "Why, my pocketbook has gone tool" London Tit-Bits. |