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the depot in L. A. A crowd
at each window of people
getting excursion tickets
signed up so I lined up with
the rest and when I got up
to the window, discovered
that someone had relieved
me of my pocket book. The
little purse was taken out of
my handbag and I hadn't
the slightest idea when. I
had taken a silver dollar
and put it in my stocking
that morning as I always
do when traveling. Then I
put my change in the
car in from Whittier in
the satchel loose so I only
had about 2.25 in my purse,
but even that hurt me and