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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
play, unless of course it is an exceptionally active market in which my commitments are<br />
rather heavy. It was a bull market, as I remember it. The outlook was favorable for<br />
general business and the stock market had slowed down but the tone was firm and all<br />
indications pointed to higher prices.<br />
One morning after we had breakfasted and had finished reading all the New York<br />
morning papers, and had got tired of watching the sea gulls picking up clams and flying<br />
up with them twenty feet in the air and dropping them on the hard wet sand to open them<br />
for their breakfast, my friend and I started up the Boardwalk. That was the most exciting<br />
thing we did in the daytime.<br />
It was not noon yet, and we walked up slowly to kill time and breathe the salt air.<br />
Harding Brothers had a branch office on the Boardwalk and we used to drop in every<br />
morning and see how they'd opened. It was more force of habit than anything else, for I<br />
wasn't doing anything.<br />
The market, we found, was strong and active. My friend, who was quite bullish, was<br />
carrying a moderate line purchased several points lower. He began to tell me what an<br />
obviously wise thing it was to hold stocks for much higher prices. I wasn't paying<br />
enough attention to him to take the trouble to agree with him. I was looking over the<br />
quotation board, noting the changes they were mostly advances until I came to Union<br />
Pacific. I got a feeling that I ought to sell it. I can't tell you more. I just felt like selling it.<br />
I asked myself why I should feel like that, and I couldn't find any reason whatever for<br />
going short of UP.<br />
I stared at the last price on the board until I couldn't see any figures or any board or<br />
anything else, for that<br />
matter. All I knew was that I wanted to sell Union Pacific and I couldn't find out why I<br />
wanted to. I must have looked queer, for my friend, who was standing alongside of me,<br />
suddenly nudged me and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"<br />
"I don't know," I answered.<br />
"Going to sleep?" he said.<br />
"No," I said. "I am not going to sleep. What I am going to do is to sell that stock." I had<br />
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