Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1882-10-05
NO. 40.
WOMEN AS SPECTATORS.
Lady Brokers Doing a Large Busine IS
without Publicity.
New York Tim.

country Is heavy and successful Oper-
ator In Wall sheet. And she is not
the only woman who puts up margins
and takes the risk of their being wiped
out In the tickle, fluctuating course of
the market. Seized with the mania
which has made and unmade MANY
men, women are plunging into the
vortex ofspeculation. There are more
places than one would imagine in New
York where women can consult the
tape" and give their orders s'-places
that were established for their exclu-
slve accommodation, and where the
sterner sex are not expected to intrude.
There are "bucket Shops" as they are
called, for female dealers, too-places
where no actual transactions are made.
but where money changes hands on
quotations without making purchases.
The Office intended for the patronage
OF ladies are up town. There are
'bucket-shops" In Twenty-fourth street.
but "bucket-shops" only thrive among
a certain class. Ladies of refinement
who have money to invest, prefer to
place 1t where they can venture with
out fear of exciting adverse comment.
Thus it is that behind the walls of q
staid and stately brown stone front in
fashionable neighborhood the busy
ticker jots down the quotations, and
ladies who like to chance their ad-
vances can watch the course of the
market without any one being the
wiser for it. Notwithstanding the fact
that the people who conduct the better
class of offices do not advertise, they
do large and profitable business.
Their customers prefer absolute pri-
yacy, and they trust to their patrons to
increase their operations.
Half dozen wires run from the net
work strung on the Westerp Union Tel
egraph company's poles in Sixth ave-
nue. over the roof and down into the
back parlor of the house, Nc. AZ West
Thirty-seventh street The house is
like the others in the row. 1t is brown
stone front with modestly curtained
windows. There is an iron balcony in
front. Green ivy climbs up the heavy
balustrade leading to the entrance and
| entwlnes itself in the iron work of the
balcony. The present occupants have
been IN the house only short time,
and 1t is within the past few weeks that
the wires have been put up. Were it
not for the wires which are discroetly
trained like honeysuckles up the back
of the house, no one would take it for
anything but private residence. But
the wires have thrown the neighbor-
hood into ferment. They have Won
dered what their purpose was, and
time has not only increased their Curl
oslty, but excited their suspicious as
well. They have not made bold to go
to the house and find out, and have
consequently lived in a state of per-
plexity. The people in the neighbor-
hood even went so far as to seek the
owners of the property, but they, too,
we're ignorant on the subject and could
throw no light on the mystery. A re-
porter called at the house one day to
solve the mystery. A woman answer
ed the bell, and he was shown into the
front parIor. The door of the back
parlor was partly open, and through it
| came the sound of ticker" such as
are seen in the Offices of brokers to
register stock quotations. There was
| telephone and messenger. There
was desk near the ticker, at which
young woman sat, and here was some
thing of an air of business about the
room. The front parlor was hand
somely furnished; fine engravings
hung upon the wall, and a grand
piano stood in one corner. Near the
iron window was large desk with
rolling top which was closed. The
woman who admitted the caller was
middle-aged person with blonde hair.
She wore glasses and light welI-ftting
dress, and was brisk in her airs. She
explained that the ticker was put in for
her own use: '1 have dealt in stocks
for ten years." she said. eff ladies
want me to buy stocks for them will
do 30. / require an advance of 10 per
cent, and l will buy no less than 100
shares. I charge one-eighth to buy
and one eighth 10 sell. [ defy you to
find any lady who has lost money in
deals with me. If any one has I have
yet to know it. You can see what kind
of business | de-" and she exhibited
receipts for purchases through well
known house down town, which were
made out to Mrs. G. r. Morse. GAS 1
said | will take no orders for less than
100 shares, / charge 10 per cent, SO
that if the stock goes down point or
two or three the margin will not be
wiped out. Here is an advertiseme ent
of what is known as bucket shop"
she went on, pointing to notice in q
morning paper. ''Do you suppose q
legitimate business is done on mar
gin of to 8 per cent? No, indeed; !;
that is simply gambling. No stock is
bought or sold. do no advertising,
and 1 want no puff in the newspapers.
If the neighbors wanted to find out
about the wires, why didn't they come
in and ask about them. have leased
the house for three years, and have a
right to put in as many wires as like" "
The woman asked the person at the
ticker how certain stock stood, and
the reply in pronounced French came
back, "644, Madam"
"Hasn'ti it reached 65 YETI"
"No, Madam"
A decline in another stock brought
forth the remark: swell. / am glad l
am out of that"
A lady in black, evidently an inv est
or, was in the parlor when the reporter
came.
Inquiry revealed the fact that the
number of female investors was rather
increasing, and that they risked their
money, many Of them. quite as boldly
as the men.
Judge Studley, of New Haven, has
throttled the Connecticut blue laws.
He has discharged the managers of a
steamboat who we're arrested for get
ting up Sunday excursions, On the
ground that "some things may be
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