Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-08

explained and never will be. Pxrde. monium reigned supreme. No one stopped him. He tried to ask Ques. tions, but not man paid the slightest attention to him. It was the culmina- ton of one of the worst panics in the history of Wall street and the greatest slaughter of the lambs the street had ever known. He asked excited men what 1t was all about. He was pushed and trampled on, but withal was tho only calm man on the floor of the ex- change. At three o'clock the floor was cleared and Tucker went back to the Wall street office of the Continent.
 An hour later Blanchard, the Wall street man, came in. His clothes were torn, his cravat was gone, his derby hat was covered with dirt, his eyes were bloodshot. Clearly 1t was whisky and cigars holding him up. Tucker tried to speak to him.
 'Sit down there and walt" he said. And Blanchard went into the inner of- flee. For three hours Tucker heard the keys of the typewriter click, inter- rupted every few minutes by the tele- phone bell ringing and men going in and out, telling him what they knew. Every half hour a boy from the Continent of flee came and carried eight or ten sheets of copy to the office, and brought back whisky and cigars at intervals. At eight o'clock Tucker was still sitting there. Blanchard had written five col umns telling of the panic.
 He came out of the inner offlce at last. His work in the street was over. He put on his hat and coat. T suppose I'll have to take look at the Waldorf crowd" he said in parting to his ste nographer, you needn't wait Then noticing Tucker, he continued: T had forgotten you. but I will explain to Bowker What did you find out? Have you written anything?"
 No, I haven't written anything. There was nothing to write about. 1 saw a lot of people shouting, but mo- body would tell me what it was all about went on the floor and
 "You went on what foor?" interrupted Blanchard.
 "The floor of the stock exchange" said Tucker.
 You went on the floor of the stock exchange!" repeated Blanchard over again.
 Yes. there were a lot of men shout. ing and yelling and making signs. and went up to where the biggest crowd was, but nobody would tell me any thing, and at three o'clock everybody went out. There was nothing for me to write about so far as I could see"
 Blanchard looked in amazement. Here was a man who had never seen the stock exchange before. not even the visitors gallery, who, in one of the worst panics of Wall street, had got inside the gates that are harder for a non member to get through than the proverbial camel through the needles eye.
 You'd better get your dinner and go back to the office. Tell MT. Bowker, or the night city editor, that will have another spread. Tell him it's a beat and to save a column on the first page for it. I will send it up by tho boy by 10: 30" g
 Tucker gave the night city editor the message.
 All right" he said, If need you I'll cali" "aA
 Tucker went back to the place the office boy had given him in the morn. ing. Bill and the other boy had gone. More boys took their places and at- tended to the telephone calls, the shouts of copy" and visitors.
 Tucker sat there until the night edi. tor said: You'd better go home now; there is nothing doing" He went to his boarding house. and wrote home telling the family of his first day. | In the morning Tucker got the Con tinent at the corner news stand Across the last three columns of the first page he read:
 i WORST PANIC IN THE HISTORY OF
 WALL STREET: ! MILLIoNA1REs' TRUCE AFTER THE SLAUGHTER OF LAMBS | n.y. r ~ A a