Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-05-10
women IN MYSTERIES
Losing Women Spectators Make
Bedlam in New York
Bucket Shops.
Nearly All We're Losers and
We're Of Ali Classes and
Conditions.
Manager Entreats Quiet. But
Without Avail--They Blamed
the Brokers.

New York. May TO-. Tho Wall street
panic was to women srcenlators a stun
ming blow. Room traders uptown had
the usual assembly of feminine patrons
yesterday. 1t was moi 81 much pam
icky as hystericai market With them.
and the men and women in charge OF
these places We're hard PIT 10 it to keep
any semblance of order. Some wofner
Spectators We're those who started in
With the boom last fall, and who bought
and bought and kept On buying. They
had seen signs of the cid lately. And
they saw their accumulated wealth on
paper yesterday wiped out. The veter-
ans took it quietly. The others did not
I'm ruined! shouted a woman in the
corridor of a building that faces one of
the large uptown hotels. They've got
every cent of mine in there. and she
pointed to the door of a well-known
trading room.
You've got a husband to support
You Missed her companion, but when
l III out I'm out, and that's the end of
II I've lost $4,000, and II = all i had
The voices We're hard one hoarse and
one shrill. The womens faces were
hard, also. and one was flushed deep
red. while the other was ghasty pale.
'Ihey took their troubles differently, too
Inc woman with a husband had TO, be
assisted odt of the place; the other
walked jauntily and alone
There We're other groups In the hall.
Inside the room itself there We're about
Two dozen women. They did not seem.
70 see the big cushioned Turkish chairs
that stood all about They all stood. or
paced up and down. Their talk waanow
Ike the babel of an afternoon tea. and
nov hushed TO whispers ON the wall
Vas the list" With quotations. in an.
unbreken decline. There. too. was the
significant IN. F.. and Il .O0O'' that
overshadowed all the rest There was a
ceiaer table with tablets of blanks be-
ing buy or sell, I" but the pens that
lay beside them were all dry with old
ink;
The only papers in the women . hands
We're those that messengers brought
from neighboring drug store, and by
the number of powders consumed il ap
peared that speculative brains had new
er been quite SO tired before Figure.
We're changing meanwhile on tine list
ana mems voices called the changes
from the mems trading room next door
you could only. be quiet, ladies',
inplored manager. sou might an
rear the quotations much better bue
they could not.
Why every body has lost, 2 exclaimed
enc woman to an inquirer Then She
tipped her tongue with venom 10 add:
guess nobody has isia,ie. eNcept tho
bucket shops. Isut there's one woman
here that made. She's that tall. Thin
enc @. somebody has been telling her
What to do. She started this morning
~ going short Of the list, and she told.
US she was going to do it, Just see.
What she has made today. But the rest
ei us could not sell, we only knew how
to buy That woman came here in
December and she looked so poor ana
riainy dressed, said 10 myself. You
Wont last long in this place, but she
did And tonight she will bs. a rich
woman. The rest Of us will he dead
lroke o, ] don't know how I'll ever
explain this to-
The speaker caught herself. gave one
Quick glance around, and then rushed
away without telling who was TO hear
that explanation. She was young. II
might be her grandfather.
The one thing that the women agreed
on was that If they had tried some other
broker or somebody's ticker man had
not had such lovely hair and eyes. or
they had been received like a lady by
Sc and Sos clerk, then all would have
been different
AT the Produce Exchange. just after
II o'clock this morning. cab drove up
and colored servant helped an elderly
woman to the street. She might have
been sixty years old, and was dressed
liz black. altho not in mourning She
buried into the Produce Exchange
building and went up in the elevator to
the Stock Exchange floor. Calling a
messenger boy, she told him to call out
a certain broker. In few moments the
boy came back with the statement that
the broker was not then on the floor.
What is the price of United States
Steel preferrsd?" asked the woman of
the messenger. The boy told her that
the last quotation was 81. The woman
seemed about to collapse. and her ser
want stepped forward to support her.
She collected herself somewhat and then
buried her face in her handkerchief
and wept as if she had been suddenly
afflicted with great grief. The colored
man kept suggesting that 1t would be
better to go home, and finally the wom-
an consented. AS she went down the
Produce Exchange steps to the street
she was heard to say:
Jackson, I'm utterly and completely
ruined. ! haven't dollar to my name.'
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