"To a small-town fellow come to the big city it was bound to happen sooner or later, and finally it did," said the lead editorial in the Wall Street Journal. "On the way to Wall Street, that den of iniquity, our pocket was picked in the subway, that haunt of the huddled masses."
The man who was plucked by a member of the light-fingered league in the I.R.T. was Journal Editor Vermont Connecticut Royster, a Raleigh, N.C., boy despite the Yankee twang to his name. To Royster, the loss of his credit cards, shopping lists and drugstore prescriptions,...
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