Depression-era Grifter's Final Scam

0:00It's March 28th. This is Dallas News today, powered by AI. I'm Corey with the story. On October 19th, 1935, Fort Worth cops napped a petite young woman at Lubin's department store for forging a check, worth 3. Dollars and 90 cents. Just to snag some skin tonic. She had diamond rings, cash, and keys to a shiny new plummet coupe which screamed trouble in the heart of the Great Depression. Turns out she hit other spots too, like the fair store, for $3.85, and bigger scores at Moniz and striplings for. 35 and 25 bucks each. Detectives traced her to a tourist court under the alias Mrs. De Bennett, linked the car to a guy named TEE. Here referred from Sherman, who had ditched payments and vanished. She hanged herself hours after booking into the ratty city jail basement, using a strip from her blanket. No note, just gone. Her husband showed up, claimed her pricey jewelry worth over $350 back then, and the

1:0158 bucks cash in her purse. A week later, a letter from J. Edgar Hoover at the FBI, cracked it wide open. Her thumbprint matched Margaret Folds. A serial check forger busted in Georgia in 1930 and wanted in Atlanta. Dollars cops pout on with more aliases from prior scams. Here Frid buried her as Dorothy in an unmarked grave at Greenwood Cemetery, the only one at the Lonely Service. Case closed on a depression-error grifter, who cashed in her last chip alone in that filthy cell.