The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-10-27
cold Hutch's'' Wave.

"Old Hutch's" Wave.
 "You had something in your col umns about Hutch's trades. on the board," Century club man said to a Chicago MdH man recently, "and you were wondering how his men ever kept them straight. As matter of fact the old man knows every trade that is made. He keeps them in his head, and can tell to bushel just how much he has dealt in during the day. He sits there in his armchair with bores talking gulf into his ears or pumping him for pointers, reporters interviewing him, and his brokers yelling their trades at him. Between his answers to outsiders questions he delivers his orders to his brokers and watches the quotation clocks. The other day he was surrounded by the usual knot of gapers and answering his mems questions and the banter of the gang at the same time, when one of his clerks rushed up the stairs and thrust half dozen letters at him.
 "'Here's your mail, MT. Hutchin- son. he said. The old man grabbed the handful of letters and tore the pack in halves, scattering the frag- ments under his chair.
 "Now, d-n you,' he yelled, don't bring me any more of those letters. Tve no time to read lem. Pm kept busy watching those clocks.'
 "Yes, sir; he keeps all his business right in his head, and when at the end of days hard work some clerk or broker makes a mistake of 5000 bush- els the old man detects it in 8 minute and jumps on him in way that he doesn't soon forget. One day in the this very point and intimated doubt as to whether the old speculstor knew where he stood on 8 day's trading. Hutch drew his settling books from his pocket, and throwing them at the doubter, said:
 "Open those books and keep tab on what say. If make the mistake of bushel either way I'll give you my profits for the day. and he began reciting off the tradings of his brokers from what he remembered of his own orders to them. He didn't make a single slip.
 "One day he was on the floor when 8 new telegraph boy appeared with message for him. Not knowing the old man the boy stood right by the side of 'old Hutch calling: B. P. Hutchinsonl
 "'Got message for old Hutch?' said the veteran dealer, grimly.
 "Yes-guess SOL said the boy.
 "'Well, the old fool isn't here. He can't read, anyway. Take it over there to Frank Magin.'
 "Talking about telegrams, it is singular fact that there\is vast differ egce between Hutch and his fellow enmblers in that particular. The tel garaph bills of some houses must be enormous, but you seldom see Hutchin- son get dispatch. All the little Jim Crow dealers are continually running about with dispatches from Farmer Lonesomeclothes in Squash Hollow, or Manitoba, or Nova Scotia, telling them that the chinch- bugs have ruined the crops. These telegrams they pre- tend to attach the greatest significance to and they show them with pride to their friends and the press. Hutch's brokers never appear to receive any pointers from anywhere. A couple of times day the old man goes over to the blackboards and looks at the re- ceipts and shipments and the amount of stock at the primary points and that is all :; but he seems to be selling and buying & trifle more grain than some of these young fellows who get such tips on the condition of crops"