The Wrong Pocket.
Two ladies entered a tramcar at a time | when seats were a possibility. One was a ! stout, overdressed lady, the other was evidently her daughter. ' Shall I pay the fare, mamma P I have my purse with me,' said the young lady, sweetly. 'Oh, no; I'll pay. I have plenty of change.' Thereupon she leaned sideways and commenced the intricate process of searching her draperies for her pocket. After a minute or two of fumbling, during which her face grew an apoplectio red, she exclaimed, tragically — 'Laura! What shall I do? I've been robbed ! My purse is gone — my pooket is entirely empty.' 'Perhaps, madam,' said the gentleman by her side, in whose coat pooket she had been fumbling all the time, ' perhaps, if you Bearch your own pooket instead of mine, you will be more likely to find your purse.'
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Evening Post, Volume LIV, Issue 152, 24 December 1897, Page 2 (Supplement)
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144The Wrong Pocket. Evening Post, Volume LIV, Issue 152, 24 December 1897, Page 2 (Supplement)
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