New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-03-07
TIE SEVLN.THIRTY LOAN.
Where the People Put Their Money
ONE DAYS SUBSCRIPTION.


Bulletin. TIE Erering Bulletin squeezes Jay
Cooke & Co.'S back again against Stephen Giraru s.
and then makes al the noise IL Gu. under Jay
Cooke & Co.'S with power presses and s'e"in
engine, and sets types and writes edi'ofials anu
Examples with boots, above Jay Cooke TO- b.
Jaw Cooke & Co.'S in Philadelphia suggests the
idea OF difficult acquisition long ago Oh a mar
,ov front.rnom In which TO do banking business
If an extension of this territory in time by the aid
ala carpentcr skilled in door-mekiGr, into snug
sery behind, for confidential communications-oi
subsequent acquisition by purchase of q night 70
srt door through the raItition-wal OF httie
poom straight beyond, that somebody possessed--oi
ssubsequent growth sideways ont of the snussei!
through another partition into little room Were
seemingly Tie Bulletin once kept very small ana
very tame devil-and aftcrward and from sheer
force Of assimilation this little room seems to have
insisted upon the company of another little room,
Hying at right angles to it, and the carpenter was
sent for and they were married through door
way.
1t is bright noon now, and bright sunlight, out
b South Thiid-st. II is bright gas light In TINS
hast little room and il is hot as an oven. Three
big burners are agoine, and there are four CLERKS
With pens agcing. You feel that they have come
10 high moral understanding not TO joggle each
sther in their work and that they each have got a
favorable arrangement with an optcian for glass
ayes. when they shall have got blind in this fiery
hight You have sense Of Just going to upset
something, walk into something, knock something
down in some way TO derange the finances OF the
United States of America, if you move in this little
room, or turn your head, or even wink strongly
You are stunned by seeing little telegraph boy
With his message-book held to his breast with both
hands, rush in and rush up TO clerk with military
vhiskers and give him Dispatch and then turn
with hardened indifference and commence the
chewing of gum which he has irreverently brought
into the place in his cheek. The dispatch is read
and receipted for, and the boy vanishes with step
Of immense business but chewing. The nbbon OF
paper which be has left behind him is an order for
half million of Seyen-Thirty bonds.
It's noon at Jay Cooke g. Co.'S. Inside the pa
sent front room of all thesej little back and side
rooms the narrow space between the conference.-the
vail is crowded with people waiting to be waited
On. They are of sll classes and sl degrees and OF
Ill colors. There are black men in Jay Cooke q
Co.'S and they hold money in their hands; and there
n soldier there, and there is an officer, lame yet
With an unrnistakable air Of command and Of guar
tianshp; and there are Quakers, who look annuity,
and coupons, ard peace and goodness all over
them; and there is clergyman, and woman that
sews, and by gas-light, will wager and three
women who sew not, neither do they spin, Int Tho
make investments; and there mechanics, one
With his dinner pail; and there are two impatient
brokers' whotake little walks in small circles, and
oh 10 W at a
y money. A slow stream of people putting some
thing away in inside pockets, comes out from the
second room and flows into the street. A new tel
sgraph boy with that peculiar stride OF hfe-or-
aeath haste that nothing must obstruct, butts into
Che crowd, and opens his book and handles his dis
patch as he pushes through to the tuTnof into the
little room where The Bulletin once kept tame and
tiny devil mate the little room where you fear TO
move lest you smash the finances Of your country.
"Come here, boy here, here, herel Let me
go how they come in" rings out joyous, mag
netic voice, In which command clearly minges
With laughter The lad turns and butts bis way in
10 room No. 3, counting straight from the side
walk, in which is great deal Of shadow cast by
old Stephen Grard two tables piled with manu-
script, sof, eight chairs, bundles Of blanks, aud
two men busy with pens in their hands One OF
them is JAY COOKE.
81 like to see how they come in, my SON." The
boy delivers his dispatch. 1t is opened and read
"Second National Bank, Chicago, $4,000"
"That is another rope TO tie the West 70 the East.
Take it into the side room, my child" and the
speaker resumes his per and writes rapidly. He 10
slarge man who gives you instantly the impression
Of not having done growiDg-of having great
Zeal Of youth struggling behind his manhood, and
chat has not yet marched up, but is going to come
n soon, and camp right down on the table OF which
he is writing. You don't see 1905 in him at your
aut look nor IO-40s, nor 5-20s, nor any finance,
sor any craftsmanship nor any power But you
10 see and you hnger over the sweetness and ten
Aerness of his mouth, the boyish freshness OF his
face, the boyish weight and disorder of bis brown
hair. the childke brightness Of eyes behind whose
laughter you see thinking going on, the superb
bounding snppleness and quickness Of full-m uscled
boyhood in large mans motions Certainly that
man shall quit banking soon and play lesp-frog.
You are sure Of il. The business of raising the
money 70 carry q war that eatsup three millions
day, you are sure that he will stop il in Just
shree minutes time, and let fly out Of him several
hundred cubic feet Of uncontamnated, blssful
New-England District school joyousness in pre-
tending TO be q church organ playing Old Hundred,
With a variation of Yankee Doodle--runnDg ferrous
boo,-races which terminate in notwithstanding
With unbroken wind up snow hills with the empty
sleds Of all tho girls in the District-backiDg the
Alb. C, toddlers through the deeper drifts With
r. H.. skat 10 inns