Growing up in the 50's I attended high school with a couple of "panhandlers" who would go around all day asking for spare pennies or nickels and at the end of the day, if lucky, thay had a couple of bucks in change.
As soon as school was out they would head down the road and pick up a half pint of moonshine from the bootlegger. The bootlegger was an elderly woman who taught Sunday School at the Methodist church. Everybody including the law knew she was bootlegging but let her be. She was only trying to make a dollar and was not harming anyone. My first taste of alcohol was Miss Runyan's peach moonshine. A time long gone.