The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1870-03-25

market, and his name is Lavenburg. H
was once q fashionable member of society
stylish in dress, impressive in appearance
fascinating in address, the terror of tn
bears and the delight of the bulls. II,
may yet blaze as a meteor of fashion if III
survives the present depression in the mar
ket. Dick Lounsberry, shrewd and di
minutive, clings to the fountain railing
with one hand while the other is raised il
midair, as if brushing away a pestiferou
swarm of flies. He is accorded the credit
of being 'head pusher" and particular OBJ
server of the Stock Exchange and Colo
Room, but if he had to "push" his circum
scribcd area of cerebellum in anv othe]
but tigurative sense there would be little
left of diminutive Dick. Charley Unger
the Bismark of the Board, made himself
heard once or twice yesterday in tone OF
voice resembling the screech of locomo.
tive in an Eastern fog.
MOSAIC PATTERNS.
Little Beebe is the name caressingly Civ
en- to an operator of Lilliputian stature
ever ready to bid for half million and al
ways lost in the crowd when you most
need him. He is plucky little fellow
fond of the manly art and of smoking CT
gars as long as BARRIERS pole. Young
Zerega, who wears an astrakhan turban and
red tie, has had some ups and downs ia
his time, but seems none the worse of the
wear. He is heavy operator and an ex-
tensive vocalist. Old man Beebe, of course,
is on hand, eating chestnuts and keeping
up sharp lookout for golden opportuni-
ties. He wears gray whiskers resembling
a hedgerow of lockwood covered with an
April frost. He is very pleasant man,
and when he smiles his face assumes a
glow as agreeable as a pine wood fire in a
winter swamp.
THE OTHER ANIMALS.
Sam Bale, brother of Bob, is well
known operator, and when he is observed
ceaselessly brushing his extensive chin
whisker with his right hand squalls are an
ticipated. Sans capillary appendage is
the barometer Of the Gold Room. He is u
good looking man, genially disposed and
would make an excellent presiding officer
at clambake or chowder party He is
not like unto other men, a slave to Nam
mon, but divides his time equally between
the harassing sport Of the Gold Room and
the social pastimes of society. That gen.
tleman who has just entered the room as
though pursued by one of Sheriff O'Brien's
deputies is the active and sleepless Marx,
always up to his eyes and over in business
"a wholesouled fellow, nevertheless and
a pretty shrewd operator. He bears some
what Of likeness to the picture Of Mich
ael Angelo, though not looking quite so
venerable as that gentlemen did at the
time of life he consented to sit for his por-
trait. Marx, after giving an order to his
man, vanishes like shadow. Most of the
men present smoke cigars. The presence
of a pipe seems like an innovation, but
Yzquierdo the Cuban cares nothing for
that, and walks around with his briar-root
as contented as can be. The owner of this
irresistible name operates considerably, but
cautiously. He has tremendous confidence
and courage for Cuban, and when he re-
tires to his tropical home can start gold
exchange of his own, with every prospect
whiskers, Dick Eells, who hangs SO tena-
ciausly about the fountain railing, is a
great operator in what is termed give
gold," otherwise, $4,000 at time. He re-
mains in the room all day, never goes to
lunch, abstains from whiskey and all such
bewildering stimulants, sells on every one
eighth in the market, and is altogether a
fit and proper candidate for President of
the United States. Theo. Brain is diff
ferent character; he deals in "odd lots"
that is, anything under $4,000, and conse-
quently is not esteemed as one of the upper
ten in the community of operators. He is
ready to take for sale or use for purchase
amounts as low as 800 and 5000, and con-
sequently he is called "Odd Lots" or one
of the odd lot men. They are the scaven-
gers of the Gold Room, but useful class
to small, struggling spectators.
Philadelphia Cross is not unknown
around the fountain. He is spare faced
man, with magnificent red nose, like q
lighthouse. The roar of his voice, as it
echoes under the bridge of his nose, is
something terrific, and reminds one of Du
Chaillu's gorilla as it is said to thunder in
the forests of Africa.
MAN OF DESTINY.
jim Hodgkins takes things easy nova
days. Yesterday, as he leaned on his ven
cradle umbrella, with sad smile upon his
face and heavy waterfall of black hair
flowing over his coat collar, he seemed like
Campbell's "Last Man," surveying the
wreck of matter and the crash of worlds.
Billy Bird put in an appearance, but took
no active part in the game going on. His
diamonds illuminated the dark corners of
the room, and his CHEEKY voice spread mer-
riment wherever its echoes went. Billy is
rich, and mingles fun with philosophy. He
has had his day, though still young man,
with the world all before him where to
choose. Harry Fuller and several other
sporting men, great on teams and trotters,
called in for awhile to see their friends and
talked considerable horse for half an hour or
SO. Joe Zuckerman, great on ''puts" and
"calls," was busy, after fashion, but not
near SO lively as he used to be. He is rath-
er plain in appearance, with face like the
mutilated countenance of Roman gladia-
tor and whiskers la General Boum.
MONEY MARRIAGE.
Dick Edwards is, perhaps, one of the
most prominent men in the room, "much OF
gentleman" as the saying is. He is
wealthy, stylish, wears whiskers of a sandy
shade, near the color on the fringe of a
summer cloud at sunset, talks well and
tells joke when he has nothing else to
do. George Eells is a sample of Young
America, beardless youth, with sanguine
blue eyes, dauntless spirit and irrepressible
energy. Got nearly broke, he got married;
and now, after passing his honeymoon,