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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
and that is valu-able in a trader. He varied his methods of attack and defense without a<br />
pang because he was more concerned with the manipulation of properties than with<br />
stock speculation. He manipulated for investment rather than for a market turn. He early<br />
saw that the big money was in owning the railroads instead of rigging their securities on<br />
the floor of the Stock Exchange.<br />
He utilised the stock market of course. But I suspect it was because that was the quickest<br />
and easiest way to quick and easy money and he needed many millions, just as old<br />
Collis P. Huntington was always hard up because he always needed twenty or thirty<br />
millions more than the bankers were willing to lend him. Vision without money means<br />
heartaches; with money, it means achievement; and that means power; and that means<br />
money; and that means achievement; and so on, over and over and over.<br />
Of course manipulation was not confined to the great figures of those days. There were<br />
scores of minor manipulators. I remember a story an old broker told me about the<br />
manners and morals of the early '60's. He said:<br />
"The earliest recollection I have of Wall Street is of my first visit to the financial district.<br />
My father had some business to attend to there and for some reason or other took me<br />
with him. We came down Broadway and I remember turning off at Wall Street. We<br />
walked down Wall and just as we came to Broad or, rather, Nassau Street, to the corner<br />
where the Bankers' Trust Company's building now stands, I saw a crowd following two<br />
men. The first was walking eastward, trying to look unconcerned. He was followed by<br />
the other, a red-faced man who was wildly waving his hat with one hand and shaking the<br />
other fist in the air. He was yelling to beat the band: 'Shylock! Shylock! What's the price<br />
of money? Shylock! Shylock!' I could see heads sticking out of windows. They didn't<br />
have skyscrapers in those days, but I was sure the second- and third-story rubbernecks<br />
would tumble out. My father asked what was the matter, and somebody answered<br />
something I didn't hear. I was too busy keeping a death clutch on my father's hand so<br />
that the jostling wouldn't separate us. The crowd was growing, as street crowds do, and I<br />
wasn't comfortable. Wild-eyed men came running down from Nassau Street and up from<br />
Broad as well as east and west on Wall Street. After we finally got out of the jam my<br />
father explained to me that the man who was shouting 'Shylock!' was So-and-So. I have<br />
forgotten the name, but he was the biggest operator in clique stocks in the city and was<br />
understood to have made and lost more money than any other man in Wall Street with<br />
the exception of Jacob Little. I remember Jacob Little's name because I thought it was a<br />
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