From The Wall Street Journal, March 13, 1963.
To a small-town fellow come to the big city it was bound to happen sooner or later, and finally it did. On the way to Wall Street, that den of iniquity, our pocket was picked in the subway, that haunt of the huddled masses.
Along with a couple of credit cards, an unfilled prescription for the drugstore, and a shopping list from the lady of the house, this skillful disciple of Fagin made off with $100, which for years we’ve kept secreted in the back of our wallet against such grave emergencies as running out of expense-account money in San Antonio or St. Paul.
Now being imbued with a Puritan ethic, we do not approve of pickpockets, especially those who pick our own. But in all honesty we must confess that purely from the standpoint of the nation’s economic balance sheet there was no net loss to the country. Indeed, if some of the economic theories bruited about today are correct, it could be argued that the nation’s economy had been helped thereby. For our loss of $100 was somebody else’s gain of $100, the one
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