The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-22

lHoitH. ucy paul cash IOT luub lOt VI
tickets about at the rate of 70 cents for
every dollars worth of tickets. and some of
the tickets sell for more than dollar, in
deed as high as $40. The agent that or
ders 5000 tickets knows where he can place
10000. That's sure rule. Now on the
first 5000 tickets he makes very good
profit, but the profit on his second 5000 is
what makes it possible for him to own fast
horses and live in a fine house. He sells
his tickets in small lots to peddlers and
storekAepers, and these in turn, if they be
SO minded, have the same chance to make
handsome profit by adulterating their
purchases from the agents.
On the genuine lottery tickets the ped
dlers clear 10 cents on every dollars worth.
On the counterfeit tickets in small lots
their percentage is IS cents Now, the
peddlers who are thrifty do not let this
chance slip by. 1t is only a few anomalies
in the way of partly honest law-breaking
lottery-ticket sellers who hesitate to make
the larger profit. And the man or woman
that buys lottery ticket? He or she has
one chance out of four of getting genu-
inc ticket-and then only providing that
they buy of a peddler who does not handle
the tickets of the fraudulent companies.
John R. Fritz, who lives on the top floor
| of tenement-house at 3 Clyde street, is an
associate rascal of the villain Epson. Clyde
and Fourth. John r. Fritz has made Clyde
street notorious. He works for Epson, and
| is counted very clever in the matter of
showing" queer lottery tickets.
| A stranger who knocked on John R..
| Fritz's door last Tuesday afternoon found
the ''shover" at home. 1t was the rascal
himself who opened the door.
SIS John R. Fritz within?' asked the
stranger.
"Yes-that is-well, am Fritz" after he
| had looked at the stranger very closely and
was satisfied he was not a policeman in
| disguise.
81 wanted to see if could get any lot
| terry tickets?" said the stranger.
Straight or bogus2" said John R..
Fritz. Then he ADDED, "Come inside; who
sent your"
The stranger declared that he used to
work in the railroad Office, and from the
clerks there had learned that John r. Fritz
would be good man to see about getting
bogus lottery tickets. Fritz quizzed the
stranger very thoroughly for time and
learned from him that he was out of work
J and desired to peddle counterfeit lottery
| tickets.
"The best way to do" said Fritz, els to
sell the bogus tickets straight. 1 always
have better luck that way, though some
people want them mixed with good tickets
OF course, we give them what they want.
| But my advice to young man starting
| ont in tho hj1c &c 10
| feits and nothing else.
"Joe Johnson makes the finest counter
felt you ever saw. It's great ticket, and
it sells just as good as the straight one
Besides, theresa whole lot more money in
the bogus tickets for you. I can give them
| you at 35 cents on the dollar, and that's
a good profit, you know. There's a lot of
cheap counterfeits on the market but |
wouldn't advise you to touch them.
| You're liable to get tripped up on them
sometimes.
'But the counterfeits that I will sell you
are just as good as the straight, and if you
! happen to run up against another ticket of
the same number, you can swear it's the
other ticket that is bogus and yours the
genuine.
"Of course, have no tickets here. The
! police are watching, and the CALL is max
ing such fuss about nothing that we have
to be very careful. But I'll give you
Johnson's address up on Fourth street,
and if,you can satisfy him that you're all
right, you can get what you want. What
saloon do you hang out at?"
The stranger was at loss to answer for
moment. not being well versed in the
nomenclature OF the saloons about town,
and this fact made John R. Fritz-don't
forget the name-still more suspicious.
And after he had given the stranger Joe
Johnson's address at 127 Fourth street, he
was in hurry to say "Good-day." AS the
stranger went out the front entrance John
r. Fritz went out the back way and headed
for 'Joe Johnson's" place to warn him
that suspicious-looking stranger was
making inquiries.
OF course Joe Johnson is Joe Epson, and
he has his counterfeit tickets so well hidden
that the searching policemen could not
find them. He probably rents box in the
bank vault and keeps all his tickets there.
John r. Fritz is medium sized man
who wears light bluish-gray business suit
and a sandy mustache. Look out for him.
Detective Wright is watching John R.
Fritz and his pal Epson, alias Johnson,
and before long both of the petty rascals
will be in court again. But they will pay
their fines and go back to making and sell
ing counterfeit lottery tickets probably
as long as there are foolish and uns ophis-
ticated persons to buy them.