The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-11-23
The Financier.

He didn't look like man who had been
turning financial problems over and over
in his mind for fifty years but yet, you
can always correctly judge man by his
looks.
He walked up and down the depot plat
form for time, and then suddenly rush
ing at an old man who was leaning against
the wall and half asleep he exclaimed:
"What about initiation ?"
"wby ! ha, ah thought you were 60
ing to strike me - replied the old man as
he Strengthened up.
''Shall we initiate the currency" demand
ed the financier in earnest tone.
"Y0u may for all l care !" bluntly re-
my baggage aboard the Montreal train all
right"
"Or, shall we contract the currency ?"
asked the financier, backing up to the
stove"
81 don't care damn what you do with
it. go that strike that train !" growled the
old man, as he leaned back against the
wall.
''This question of finance is one of the
greatest in the world" continued the finan-
cier, "and ! demand that you exhibit an
interest in it,"
"Ill be switched if will !" growled the
old man, his eyes half shut.
"This bit of green paper" continued the
financier, taking dollar bill from his
vest pocket, SIS supposed ito represent one
hundred cents. Answer me if it does ?"
sob, lemme alone !" growled the old
man, his head nodding and his eyes shut.
eff owe you one dollar can pay you
off with this bit of paper; but would l be
paying you eighty, ninety, or one hundred
cents p
u--dont--Owe--me- !"
sighed the old man, now almost dreaming.
"Gold is money, and greenbacks are
money!" continued the stranger ''but if
you had gold you would not exchange it
for my greenbacks. And yet why not?"
The old man was now asleep, .and didn't
hear.
And yet why not ?" asred the financier
once again.
The old mans eyes never opened.
"And yet why not?"
The old man snored half snoe,
Sand yet why not?" exclaimed the
financer, giving the sleeping man gentle
kick on the shin.
"Whoa dam it to thunder who did
that" yelled the old man as he leaped en-.
"And yet why not !" coolly inquired thu
| financier.
| "Why not what!"
eff we initiate the currency, that is, IN
crease it, if we add millions of paper dol
lars to the millions already afloat, what
must be the effect ?"
'I'll effect you if You kick me again p
roared the old mau, now thoroughly
aroused.
"On the other hand" coolly continued
the financier, ''if we contract the currency,
/ div,intch tho ,lat
will tollow2"
"What do l care? WAT are you talk
ing finance to me for? Ibelieve you are a
pick pocket, and I'll knocA your head off
if you don't clear out -
"Something must be dsne, but what
shall we do?" continued The financier in
earnest tones. "The government says that
this bit of paper is a dollar vet it is only
SO, 80, or so cents when brought in con-
tact with gold dollar. Is it because of
| --?"
"Lemme alone, say !" shouted the old
man. "What IN Texas do l care about
your financial talk !"
"The government says that this dollar
bill is one dollar" said the financier, "and
yet 1t refuses to give me dollar in gold
for it. Why?"
"That's why!" calculated the old man,
as he struck straight blow from the
shoulder.
"We must either contract or expand,
replied the financier, as he took the old
man by the throat and backed him against
the wall 1--WE must know that our money
is worthless or worth one hundred cents
on the dollar !"
"Let go of me There-ha ugh !"
And the old man kicked like mule.
Sand until that period arrives" replied
the financier, crowding the old man into q
corner and jamming him hard, mo capital
list will feel like Withdrawing his money
from the banks and risking it in even lie,
climate speculation"
"Help Police !" called the old man.
"Let congress settle this question" the
financer was saying, when an officer col
Jared him and walked him away. AS he
passed out of the depot he went on:
"Whether We are to have hard money OF
imitation, and confidence will be at once re-
stored and"
But he had turned the corner.
"Hang my buttons |" said the old man,
as he wiped his face ''what do know
about conflation or distraction, and what
will the ole woman say when she sees me
all pounded up this way ?"