Playboy After Hours
March, 1971
We've often thought there should be a hustler's hall of fame. If there were, we'd expect to find in it most of the acecon artists Barry Rosenberg discussed in his article last April—bandits like Minnesota Fats, Bobby Riggs and TitanicThompson. But there would have to be a corner in this museum for the little guys: the unsung, unknown masters of this or that street-corner shell game who come upon other people's money like inflation—taking it quickly and subtly, and then disappearing. Their game—a...
