stronghold of the bank's treasure
lay open to the master criminals!
They took the last of the loot away
in the teller's own trunk, a bare hour
before the bank officers began to ar
rive Monday morning!
The face value of the plunder was
$2,550,000 the greatest bank rob
bery ever accomplished. Some of
it $850,000 proved to be unsalable
bonds X)f Western railroads but
some was government bonds worth
Neither Shinburn nor White was
ever arrested for this crime their
friends in the police department saw
to that and placed the blame on a
mythical gang of Western burglars.
A rumor that the Pinkertons were
on the case sent the thieves to cover
temporarily with the loot buried in
fruit jars in the Peekskill Hills but
that rumor was proved false, so they
dug it up and divided it.
Kohler, the insurance agent, got
$50,000; Taylor, the crooked bank
clerk, $275,000; the members of the
police bank ring, $132,000 leaving
$1,225,000 to split equally between
Shinburn and White, the master
criminals, who drove their own fast
horses on Fifth avenue and lived
"Shinburn is still alive, in Boston,"
my friend the detective told me. "He
is the last of the old race of gentle
men burglars, but all his stolen
money is gone and he is just a broken
old man, face to face witb a guilty
A SOFT ANSWER
"Had a puncture, my friend?"
The chauffeur looked up and swal
lowed his feelings with a huge grip.
"No, sir." he replied, "I'm just
changing the air in the tires. The
other lot's worn out, you know!"
Pittsburgh doctor lost his pocket
book but found it in a calf's stomach.
Never, hereafter, shall doctor enter
our bungalow before showing that
he has his pocketbook.
IT'S A WISE KID
HOrraraikiioSX I filth
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