§ 365 Staving Off the Fatal Blow
“Rabin,” said Mr. Moscovitz to his friend, “I think I have lost a pocketbook with two hundred dollars in it.”
“Have you looked for it good?” asked Mr. Rabin.
“Sure I have looked,” said the desolated one. “I have looked in all my coat pockets, in all my vest pockets, in my front pants pockets and in one of my hip pockets—and nowheres it ain’t there.”
“Why don’t you look in the other hip pocket?” asked Mr. Rabin.
“Because,” said the stricken Mr. Moscovitz, “that’s the last pocket I got.”
“Vell, vot of it?”
“Because, Rabin, if I should look in that pocket and still it ain’t there, then I drop dead.”