To the editors:

My wife and I read your “First Person: A Waif at My Door,” February 26, with shocking recognition. We were also suckered by “Margery Davis” in September of 1987 and the details of the con were remarkably similar. “Margaret,” as she called herself, targeted us at a cash station outside the Bank of Ravenswood. The same basic story was used with the same breathless convincing delivery. Differing only in her alleged address (Wolcott), and what kind of money she was expecting (a paycheck that hadn’t cleared), she obviously knew a compassionate sucker when she saw one. After giving her five dollars, which severely distressed her, we rode our bikes around the block to contemplate the veracity of her story. When we returned, she was gone and none of the people we asked in the immediate vicinity had been approached by her.

Both of us forgot about the incident until last week. Ms. DiGangi may be comforted to know that we too were victims of our own compassion. So too was a colleague of mine who went the whole distance with the check cashed at Jewel. As we are all artists, one might be tempted to subtitle this article “Artists Beware,” after the book by the same name which concerns health hazards to artists.

Mark Pascale

W. Foster