One of the best--the idea which he sold for three hundred dollars and which is still being used in New York, Chicago, and elsewhere--is the following: An old man, with a square of plate glass in a newspaper and a bundle of glass-cutter's tools by his side is seen sitting dejectedly on a curb with his head in his hands.

He has no coat and the icy wind blows through his straggling locks of gray hair--a pathetic picture.
He seems utterly discouraged, but no word of complaint passes his lips.

Presently a well-dressed woman approaches and her pity is instantly aroused.

She accosts him, and the aged one informs her in a faint voice that he works in Harlem and has been sent by his boss to set a pane of glass on Varick Street; but not knowing exactly where Varick Street is, he has got off the elevated at Fifty-ninth Street and finds that he is still several miles from his destination.

What woman, unless she had a heart of granite, would not be moved by such a tale! She opens her purse and pours its contents into his lap; for it is a psychological truth that, if you can once get a woman up to the point of giving anything, she will give all that she has.