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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />

Chapter XIV<br />

It has always rankled in my mind that after I left Williamson & Brown's office the cream<br />

was off the market. We ran smack into a long moneyless period; four mighty lean years.<br />

There was not a penny to be made. As Billy Hen-riquez once said, "It was the kind of<br />

market in which not even a skunk could make a scent."<br />

It looked to me as though I was in Dutch with destiny. It might have been the plan of<br />

Providence to chasten me, but really I had not been filled with such pride as called for a<br />

fall. I had not committed any of those speculative sins which a trader must expiate on<br />

the debtor side of the account. I was not guilty of a typical sucker play. What I had done,<br />

or, rather, what I had left undone, was something for which I would have received praise<br />

and not blame north of Forty-second Street. In Wall Street it was absurd and costly. But<br />

by far the worst thing about it was the tendency it had to make a man a little less<br />

inclined to permit himself human feelings in the ticker district.<br />

I left Williamson's and tried other brokers' offices. In every one of them I lost money. It<br />

served me right, because I was trying to force the market into giving me what it didn't<br />

have to give to wit, opportunities for making money. I did not find any trouble in getting<br />

credit, because those who knew me had faith in me. You can get an idea of how strong<br />

their confidence was when I tell you that when I finally stopped trading on credit I owed<br />

well over one million dollars.<br />

The trouble was not that I had lost my grip but that during those four wretched years the<br />

opportunities for making money simply didn't exist. Still I plugged along, trying to make<br />

a stake and succeeding only in increasing my indebtedness. After I ceased trading on my<br />

own hook because I wouldn't owe my friends any more money I made a living handling<br />

accounts for people who believed I knew the game well enough to beat it even in a dull<br />

market. For my services I received a percentage of the profits when there were any. That<br />

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