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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
the manager had been studying these inactive-stock plays of mine and when he got my<br />
order he actually bought the stock for me and then some for himself in the Little Board,<br />
and he made some money. These fellows didn't mind being sued by customers on<br />
charges of fraud, as they generally had a good technical legal defense ready. But they<br />
were afraid I'd attach the furniture the money in the bank I couldn't because they took<br />
care not to have any funds exposed to that danger. It would not hurt them to be known as<br />
pretty sharp, but to get a reputation for welshing was fatal. For a customer to lose money<br />
at his broker's is no rare event. But for a customer to make money and then not get it is<br />
the worst crime on the speculators' statute books.<br />
I got my money from all; but that ten-point jump put an end to the pleasing pastime of<br />
skinning skinners. They were on the lookout for the little trick that they themselves had<br />
used to defraud hundreds of poor customers. I went back to my regular trading; but the<br />
market wasn't always right for my system that is, limited as I was by the size of the<br />
orders they would take, I couldn't make a killing.<br />
I had been at it over a year, during which I used every device that I could think of to<br />
make money trading in those wire houses. I had lived very comfortably, bought an<br />
automobile and didn't limit myself about my expenses. I had to make a stake, but I also<br />
had to live while I was doing it. If my position on the market was right I couldn't spend<br />
as much as I made, so that I'd always be saving some. If I was wrong I didn't make any<br />
money and therefore couldn't spend. As I said, I had saved up a fair-sized roll, and there<br />
wasn't so much money to be made in the five wire houses; so I decided to return to New<br />
York.<br />
I had my own automobile and I invited a friend of mine who also was a trader to motor<br />
to New York with me. He accepted and we started. We stopped at New Haven for<br />
dinner. At the hotel I met an old trading acquaintance, and among other things he told<br />
me there was a shop in town that had a wire and was doing a pretty good business.<br />
We left the hotel on our way to New York, but I drove by the street where the bucket<br />
shop was to see what the outside looked like. We found it and couldn't resist the<br />
temptation to stop and have a look at the inside. It wasn't very sumptuous, but the old<br />
blackboard was there, and the customers, and the game was on.<br />
The manager was a chap who looked as if he had been an actor or a stump speaker. He<br />
was very impressive. He'd say good morning as though he had discovered the morning's<br />
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