The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-10-03
SOME OF aoLD HUTCFs" WAYS.
The Han Who Engineered the Corner
on Wheat.
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| From the Chicago Hdu.
"You had something in your columns
about Hutch's trades on the board, Cen
tury Club man said to me to-day, land 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 a
| bushel lust how much he has dealt In
during the day. He sits there in
his arm chair with bores talking
CUFF 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 the brokers
and watches the quotation clocks. The
other dav 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.
said The old man grabbed the handful OF
letters and tore tie pack in half, scattering
the fragments under his chair.
"'Now, - YOU he yelled, don't bring
me any more of those letters. I've no time
to read 'em. Pm kept busy watching these
three clocks
Yes, sir, he keeps all his business right
in his mead, and when at the end of days
hard work some clerk or broker makes
mistake Of 5000 bushels the old man detects
it in a minute and jumps on him in way
that he doesn't soon forget. One day IN
the club some one tackled the old man on
this very point, and intimated a doubt as
to whether the old Spectator knew where
he stood on the days 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. III 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
single slip
lone day he was on the floor when new
telegraph boy appeared with message for
him. Not knowing the old man the boy
stood right by the side of Hutch calling:
b. p. Hutchinson
"'Got a message for Old HutchF SAID the
veteran dealer, grimly.
"'Yes-guess So said the boy.
"'Well, the old fool isn't here. He can't
read, anyway. Take it over there to Frank
Magin.'
Talking about kilograms. it is a singular
fact that there is a vast difference between
Hutch and his fellow gamblers in that par
ticular. The telegraph bills of some houses
mus. be enormous, but you seldom see
Hutchinson get a dispatch. All the
little Jim crow dealers are con
tinually running about with dispatches
from Farmer LonesomeclotheS in Squash
Hollow, or Manitoba, or Nova Scotia. tell
ing them that the chinch bugs have ruined
the crops. These kilograms they pretend
to attach the greatest significance to, and
they show them with pride to their friends
and the press Hutch's brokers never ap-
pear TO receive any pointers from any
where. A couple of times a day the old
man goes over to the blackboards and looks
at the receipts and shipments and the
amount of stock at the primary points, and
that is all but he seems to be selling and
buying trihe more grain than some of
these young fellows who get such tips on
the condition of crops