CHAPTER XI

SOME TYPES OF CROOKS

The “con man,” the bank sneak, the counterfeiter (of notes) and his

allies, the forger, the big dip, and the badger man are what might be

called the aristocrats of the underworld because their work requires on

their part always a polished exterior. A good “front” (appearance) in

their line is essential to success.

The morning sun may see the criminal the acme of contentment, money in

his pocket, a smile on his face; the evening shadows may fall on him

pacing a cell in some detention house. Yet the crook takes the chance.

It’s a peculiar characteristic of all crooks, that sooner or later they

know they’ll see the inside of a “stir” (prison). They realize that at

the end of their road a prison waits for them with open arms. I believe

it is this fact which makes the crook so philosophical in defeat.

The “con man” is invariably a man of fine appearance, possessed of a

better than ordinary education. He must have a personality to attract,

a conversational ability to hold attention. They are invariably “good

livers,” used to the best, and are attracted only by large money. The

big dip, the forger, and the bank thief are all men above the ordinary

of the underworld.

At the head of all of them I would place the counterfeiter, the man

whose mechanical ability and resourcefulness makes him a menace to

the government. His work requires a technical training of many years.

Cleaner than the average in mechanical skill, his is a profession

envied by his lesser fellows.

Another type of the gentleman crook is the badger man--a sort of

blackmailer, whose work is helped to its consummation by a woman

companion. In this species of crime the woman is always the principal,

the man but an accessory. It is a type requiring a good appearance,

the ability to assume certain emotions, such, for instance, as a

wronged husband is supposed to have on viewing his wife in the company

of another man. This type differs from the majority of crooks in that

it is cold and heartless.

In the rougher class the yegg stands prominently at the top. Taking the

place of the old bank burglar, he has proved one of the most feared and

the most desperate of all crooks. His is a roving life entirely. Using

the railroads of the country as a method of transportation, distance to

him but lends enchantment. In the yegg class are found graduates of all

the other criminal professions. I have known stick-up men and former

dips, burglars and a former counterfeiter as members of different

gangs. The class is exclusive, the members seldom fraternizing with the

others of the underworld. There is a loyalty to each other found among

the yeggs which is characteristic of them. In all of my experience I

know of but one yegg turning a “squealer” (State witness) against his

pals. Woe to him if caught without the protection of the police. The

yegg, unlike the gentlemanly types of the underworld, cares little for

women. The ill-gotten gains are spent “slopping up” (getting drunk) in

the jungles (outside the city) in the summer, or in some particular

rendezvous of the city in the winter time. He never saves; his is the

life of the present.

The stick-up man (hold-up), the burglar, and like, make up the other

types, along with the bum, the tramp, and the hobo. I have often seen

the bum, the tramp, and the hobo classed as one type of those fellows

who love life better than they love work. As a matter of fact, each

type is a class distinct in itself. The bum makes his residence, if it

can be rightly called residence, exclusively in towns and cities; he

never leaves them. He never works, and stands the lowest in the life of

the other half. The tramp is a mixture of thief, mendicant, and loafer.

He will never work; the genuine tramp excludes from his society those

who ever do work. If he is ever required to work in return for a meal,

he forfeits the meal rather than to soil his reputation by labor. He

steals when opportunity offers, and begs when he gets the chance. He

differs from the yegg, in that his life is not entirely devoted to

crime. From the ranks of the tramp the society of yeggs is sometimes

recruited; from the bum, never. The hobo differs from both in the

respect that he works occasionally, and seldom steals. Roaming about

the country, working here and there in railroad and lumber camps, and

canneries, his traveling is always to a destination. A stake is made

and he and his pals go to the city for a spree. The money spent, he is

back again on the railroad looking toward a job.

In the spring, when the warm sun begins to kiss the green into the

grasses, the tramp stretches his frame and listens. He hears the call

of the road, and his nature hearkens thereto. Soon the railroads know

him, and the farmers feel the weight of his appetite. It’s a care-free

life these tramps live. Living in the present, without responsibility,

they go their way until death claims them.

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