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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
I have no explanation to give you, either scientific or childish. I am telling you what I<br />
did, and why, and what came of it. I was much less concerned with the mystery of the<br />
hunch than with the fact that I got a quarter of a million out of it. It meant that I could<br />
now swing a much bigger line than ever, if or when the time came for it.<br />
That summer I went to Saratoga Springs. It was supposed to be a vacation for me, but I<br />
kept an eye on the market. To begin with, I wasn't so tired that it bothered me to think<br />
about it. And then, everybody I knew up there had or had had an active interest in it. We<br />
naturally talked about it. I have noticed that there is quite a difference between talking<br />
and trading. Some of these chaps remind you of the bold clerk who talks to his<br />
cantankerous employer as to a yellow dog when he tells you about it.<br />
Harding Brothers had a branch office in Saratoga. Many of their customers were there.<br />
But the real reason, I suppose, was the advertising value. Having a branch office in a<br />
resort is simply high-class billboard advertising. I used to drop in and sit around with the<br />
rest of the crowd. The manager was a very nice chap from the New York office who was<br />
there to give the glad hand to friends and strangers and, if possible, to get business. It<br />
was a wonderful place for tips all kinds of tips, horse-race, stock-market, and waiters'.<br />
The office knew I didn't take any, so the manager didn't come and whisper confidentially<br />
in my ear what he'd just got on the q. t. from the New York office. He simply passed<br />
over the telegrams, saying, "This is what they're sending out," or something of the kind.<br />
Of course I watched the market. With me, to look at the quotation board and to read the<br />
signs is one process. My good friend Union Pacific, I noticed, looked like going up. The<br />
price was high, but the stock acted as if it were being accumulated. I watched it a couple<br />
of days without trading in it, and the more I watched it the more convinced I became that<br />
it was being bought on balance by somebody who was no piker, somebody who not only<br />
had a big bank roll but knew what was what. Very clever accumulation, I thought.<br />
As soon as I was sure of this I naturally began to buy it, at about 160. It kept on acting<br />
all hunky, and so I kept on buying it, five hundred shares at a clip. The more I bought<br />
the stronger it got, without any spurt, and I was feeling very comfortable. I couldn't see<br />
any reason why that stock shouldn't go up a great deal more; not with what I read on the<br />
tape.<br />
All of a sudden the manager came to me and said they'd got a message from New York<br />
they had a direct wire of course asking if I was in the office, and when they answered<br />
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