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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
There was a chap with me, a broker I had met in New York. He knew I was long eight<br />
thousand full shares and I suspect that he had some of his own, for when we got that one<br />
quotation he certainly had a fit. He couldn't tell whether the stock at that very moment<br />
had gone off another ten points or not. The way Anaconda had gone up it wouldn't have<br />
been anything unusual for it to break twenty points. But I said to him, "Don't you worry,<br />
John. It will be all right to-morrow." That was really the way I felt. But he looked at me<br />
and shook his head. He knew better. He was that kind. So I laughed, and I waited in the<br />
office in case some quotation trickled through. But no, sir. That one was all we got:<br />
Anaconda, 292. It meant a paper loss to me of nearly one hundred thousand dollars. I<br />
had wanted quick action. Well, I was getting it.<br />
The next day the wires were working and we got the quotations as usual. Anaconda<br />
opened at 298 and went up to 302^4, but pretty soon it began to fade away. Also, the rest<br />
of the market was not acting just right for a further rally. I made up my mind that if<br />
Anaconda went back to 301 I must" consider the whole thing a fake movement. On a<br />
legitimate advance the price should have gone to 310 without stopping. If instead it<br />
reacted it meant that precedents had failed me and I was wrong: and the only thing to do<br />
when a man is wrong is to be right by ceasing to be wrong. I had bought eight thousand<br />
full shares in expectation of a thirty or forty point rise. It would not be my first mistake;<br />
nor my last.<br />
Sure enough, Anaconda fell back to 301. The moment it touched that figure I sneaked<br />
over to the telegraph operator they had a direct wire to the New York office and I said to<br />
him, "Sell all my Anaconda, eight thousand full shares." I said it in a low voice. I didn't<br />
want anybody else to know what I was doing.<br />
He looked up at me almost in horror. But I nodded and said, "All I've got!"<br />
"Surely, Mr. Livingston, you don't meant at the market?" and he looked as if he was<br />
going to lose a couple of millions of his own through bum execution by a careless<br />
broker. But I just told him, "Sell it! Don't argue about it!"<br />
The two Black boys, Jim and Ollie, were in the office, out of hearing of the operator and<br />
myself. They were big traders who had come originally from Chicago, where they had<br />
been famous plungers in wheat, and were now heavy traders on the New York Stock<br />
Exchange. They were very wealthy and were high rollers for fair.<br />
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