DON'T GET STUCK By STOCK GYPS


Want to make a buck in the market? You can be bilked of your dough.
By SIMON LEE GARTH
IN AN upstairs bedroom a woman lay dying of cancer. Downstairs in the living room her husband was talking business in low tones with a distinguished-looking stranger.
The stranger was Joseph H. Schoenberger, 70, and every inch of his well-groomed appearance suggested the prosperous, sincere businessman, the pillar of the community.
Their business completed, Schoenberger suggested, "Let us now bow our heads for a few moments in silent prayer for your afflicted wife."