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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
manners and a kindly smile. I could see that he made friends easily and kept them. Why<br />
not? He was healthy and therefore good-humored. He had slathers of money and<br />
therefore could not be suspected of sordid motives. These things, together with his<br />
education and social training, made it easy for him to be not only polite but friendly, and<br />
not only friendly but helpful.<br />
I said nothing. I had nothing to say and, besides, I always let the other man have his say<br />
in full before I do any talking. Somebody told me that the late James Stillman, president<br />
of the National City Bank who, by the way, was an intimate friend of Williamson's made<br />
it his practice to listen in silence, with an impassive face, to anybody who brought a<br />
proposition to him. After the man got through Mr. Stillman continued to look at him, as<br />
though the man had not finished. So the man, feeling urged to say something more, did<br />
so. Simply by looking and listening Stillman often made the man offer terms much more<br />
advantageous to the bank than he had meant to offer when he began to speak.<br />
I don't keep silent just to induce people to offer a better bargain, but because I like to<br />
know all the facts of the case. By letting a man have his say in full you are able to decide<br />
at once. It is a great time-saver. It averts debates and prolonged discussions that get<br />
nowhere. Nearly every business proposition that is brought to me can be settled, as far as<br />
my participation in it is concerned, by my saying yes or no. But I cannot say yes or no<br />
right off unless I have the complete proposition before me.<br />
Dan Williamson did the talking and I did the listening. He told me he had heard a great<br />
deal about my operations in the stock market and how he regretted that I had gone<br />
outside of my bailiwick and come a cropper in cotton. Still it was to my bad luck that he<br />
owed the pleasure of that interview with me. He thought my forte was the stock market,<br />
that I was born for it and that I should not stray from it.<br />
"And that is the reason, Mr. Livingston," he concluded pleasantly, "why we wish to do<br />
business with you."<br />
"Do business how?" I asked him.<br />
"Be your brokers," he said. "My firm would like to do your stock business."<br />
"I'd like to give it to you," I said, "but I can't."<br />
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