Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1892-11-10
PUSSY AS A BULL.
The Mascot OF the Chicago Board
Trade.

The Mascot Of the Chicago Board Of
Trade.
Money, the Maltese cat of the board
Of trade, belongs TO Janitor Hudlin. and
for six years has raised and lowered
prices In the wheat pit at her own sweet
will. This element Of the market is not
noted in the daily reports, Is entirely
ignored by Prime, and overlooked en-
tirely by the government officials in
making up the figures Of receipts and
shipments, sales and foreign demand.
Yet a Roodly number Of brokers have
noted the trend Of prices Immediately
following one Of pussy's visits TO the
pit, and arc just superstitious enough
TO go in and buy in the face Of all the
bear news that might be crowding the
wires, and II Money should show them
| additional favor by rubbing her fat
| sides and long tail against the bottom
end of their trousers they would buy
everything In sight. Men who would
laugh and scorn the good-luck sign Of
a new moon over the right shoulder,
scof at rabbits foot, and shut their
eyes to street-car horses after gazing on
damsel, bank on that cat.
AS proof of her keen insight into
the future, just before the recent de-
cided bulge in pork Money walked over
20 the provision pit, threaded her way
In among the patent leather shoes to
the bottom Of the ring, and lay down
In its very center. In fifteen minutes
came an up-turn In the market, and pork
advanced seventy-hve cents a barrel.
After the excitement had reached its
height the cat walked out and over the
steps into the wheat pit. Wheat went
bounding up cent and held firm.
Then the corn pit was visited, TO no
followed by a bulge in prices. Over at
the south side OF the corn pit, where
the crowd that deals in oats congre-
gates, tabby deliberately walked, and
the selling price OF oats went up a
notch.
There are many other instances in
the history Of the cat that are related
by her owner and vouched for by MEM
bers of the board OF trade who are OPP
posed TO having their names appear in
connection with what might be con-
strued as superstition. One Of Ar
mour's traders however, said that no
played the cat" and had never gone
wrong.
There's something about Money"
said he that ! can not explain. am n
believer in signs, TO a certain extent,
the same as are boolkmakers. For in
stance, II don't sec white horse on
the way down town In the morning !
feel that something is going wrong and
have been late Mt my desk hunting for
one. The cat Is a regular mascot, and
more traders are governed by her move
ments than are willing TO acknowledge
IL. When that cat got into the wheat
| pit we had lot of long pork, but |
bought heavily Mt the start and sold out
at the advance. There Is not man on
the board who can tell why pork went
up that day. | say II was the cat"
81 have had Money for six years"
said Joe Hudlin, the janitor, yesterday.
and would not sell her for n barrel OF
gold. You see that's how she got her
right into my Office with that cat In his
arms one day and showed hundred.
dollar bill under my nose. 'Trade' says
he. Not for dozen like that says I.
So after that called her Money. Oh,
she's smart, but I amt superstitious
enough TO believe that she knows when
the markets are going up. They amt
all like me, though, and there's many
Of 'em as goes from pit TO pit following
her and buying wherever she stops.
"They have tried 10 steal her and
once one of the brokers had her locked