Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1864-06-02

! The noise soon wearied me. L donot sc,
| for the life of me, how this sort of thing
can be endured more than year without
fatal results. would not pursue it for a
longer period without some surety OF gain
ing larger fortune than the majority ever
gain. passed out, then, only to find still
denser, noisier crowd wdsurrounding the door
steps. Menwe dropping in for moment,
and returning with new quotations from
the sale inside, which they vociferated stem
torianly, offering to buy or sell to the
had not the key to those mysterious por-
tails. .Hf rg ID
Trying to wedge my way through this
dense mass of humanity, was accosted by
young man of good humored appearance,
who asked me if it was 'going hard or soft
inside" Not quite comprehending the
phrase, said i rather thought it was.
sincerely hope that he sold no valuable
stock on that statement.
Crossing over to Delmonico's, close at
hand, found many Of these gigantic gam
blers refreshing the inner man with strange
and stimulating compounds. An acquaint-
ance whom met there told me that could
pick up thousands of dollars worth of in
formation, if l wished to "operate," by
simply listening about. | am not averse to
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suggestion, and heard stout man say,
bubble and Squeak is fetching thirty-six,
buyer ten" To which thin man replied,
''Don't seeit, no how. Eve made q corner
in Smashcar and Slingwheel." 'I'm going
to sell short on Persimmon Valley" re-
marked another. At this moment became
bewildered and unhappy. L had the in
formation, but saw nothing of the thou
sands of dollars, so came away, determin-
ed to adhere for the present to my legiti-
mate profession.
A correspondent of q Boston paper asserts
that these scenes are mildly repeated among
the ladies who live at the Fifth Avenue Ho-
tel. 1t is not impossible, but | hardly like
to think that the other sex is quite so lost.
This correspondent, however, seriously
gives the following as his experience among
Jne ladios of that hotel:
"Ihey were all talking stocks. a parcel
of young brokers live in the house, and
every evening they are sent over to the
coal hole to execute the commissions of
the ladies. l did not ask any of their hus-
bands what they thought of this arrange
ment. A lady took me in tow and we sailed
down the drawing room, looking and listen
ing to what was being done and said.
"Jenny,' said a very pretty woman to
another, you'd better buy some Mich'g'n
southern. It's sure to go up to 140.'
"Now, Lizzy," replied her friend, ''it's no
use for you to be bulling the market. l
don't believe any such thing"
''Oh, you horrid bear, you, 'retorted Lizzy,
'''yOu,ve been selling short, you know you
have!" -
$50 we passed along, hearing conversa-
tiOns of this sort from women, who held
stock lists in their hands, and eagerly in
quired if their brokers had returned from
the coal hole, and what they had DONE"
If this be true, what are we coming to?
Are we about to turn into nation of gam
bers, and make second Baden-Baden of
New York? If both men and matrons in
dulge in this dangerous game of beggar-
my-neighbor, the next generation will come
honestly enough by a wholesale mania for
throwing dice, and will undoubtedly erect
statues to Fortune, fickle-goddess, instead
of to the heroes of war. Perhaps, how
ever Secretary Chase may come in for q
godly monument.