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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator
ought to do?"
Old Turkey would cock his head to one side, contemplate his fellow customer with a
fatherly smile, and finally he would say very impressively, "You know, it's a bull
market!"
Time and again I heard him say, "Well, this is a bull market, you know!" as though he
were giving to you a priceless talisman wrapped up in a million-dollar accidentinsurance
policy. And of course I did not get his meaning.
One day a fellow named Elmer Harwood rushed into the office, wrote out an order and
gave it to the clerk. Then he rushed over to where Mr. Partridge was listening politely to
John Fanning's story of the time he overheard Keene give an order to one of his brokers
and all that John made was a measly three points on a hundred shares and of course the
stock had to go up twenty-four points in three days right after John sold out. It was at
least the fourth time that John had told him that tale of woe, but old Turkey was smiling
as sympathetically as if it was the first time he heard it.
Well, Elmer made for the old man and, without a word of apology to John Fanning, told
Turkey, "Mr. Partridge, I have just sold my Climax Motors. My people say the market is
entitled to a reaction and that I'll be able to buy it back cheaper. So you'd better do
likewise. That is, if you've still got yours."
Elmer looked suspiciously at the man to whom he had given the original tip to buy. The
amateur, or gratuitous, tipster always thinks he owns the receiver of his tip body and
soul, even before he knows how the tip is going to turn out.
"Yes, Mr. Harwood, I still have it. Of course!" said Turkey gratefully. It was nice of
Elmer to think of the old chap. "Well, now is the time to take your profit and get in again
on the next dip," said Elmer, as if he had just made out the deposit slip for the old man.
Failing to perceive enthusiastic gratitude in the beneficiary's face Elmer went on: "I have
just sold every share I owned!"
From his voice and manner you would have conservatively estimated it at ten thousand
shares. But Mr. Partridge shook his head regretfully and whined, "No! No! I can't do
that!"
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