The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-05-09
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to hurl themselves like tmadme4 at.
each other, was the hy3tericR Mimi
who the night before was wffdfy pray.
ing for this moment. Nearly every
man In that crowd was calm, but Bob
Brownley was the calmest of them ALL :
It's the exchange code that at any cost :
OF heart or nerve-tear a man must re-
tain good form until the gong strikes. I
Then, that he must be as near the I'M.
Gagged tiger as human mind and body !.
can be made. Only 1 realized what |
| volcano ragged inside my chums bosom.
If any other man of the crowd had /
known, Bob's chances of success would I
have been on par with Canadian
canoeist short-cutting Niagara for Buff
falo. Nine-tenths of the stock ex-
change game is not letting your left
brain lobe know what race your right
is in until the winning numbers and
the also-rans are on the board. If one
! of those 800 chain-lightning thinkers
: or any of their 10000 alert associates
knew in advance the intentions of
fellow broker, the word would sweep
through that crowd with the sureness
of uncorked ether, and the other 299,
at gong strike, would be at each 9TH
ers' threats for his vitals, and before
i he knew the game had started would
have his bones picked to a vulture-
| finish cleanness
| Suddenly, as l watched the scene,
there rang through the great hall the
first sharp stroke of the gong. There
were no echoes heard that morning.
The metallic voice was yet shaping it's
command to Eat 'em, you fiends" when
from 300 threats burst the wild sound
of the stock exchange YELL. No other
sound in any of the open or hidden
places of all nature duplicates the
yell OF a great stock exchange at an
exciting opening. It not only fills and
refills space, for the volume is terrific,
but it has an individuality all it's own,
coming from the incisive "take-mine-
i've-got yours" from the aggressive,
almost arrogant "you-can' t-you-won't-
have-your-way," the confident "by-
heaven-I-will" individual notes that en-
ter into the whole, as they blend with
the shrill scream of triumph and the
die-away note of disappointment, when
the floor. men realize their success or
their failure. 1 picked Bob's magnif-
Gently resonant voice from the mass
40 for any. part Of 10000 Sugar" It
was this daring bid that struck terror
to the bears and filled the bulls with a
frenzy of encouragement. Again it
rang out-"45 for any part of 25,0O0;"
and third time-"50 for any part of
10000"
The great crowd was surging all
over the room. Hats were smashed
and coats were being stripped from
their owners backs as though made of
paper, and now and then a particular
~ frantic buyer or seller would be
borne to the floor by the impetus of
those who sought to fill his bid or grab
his offer: Through all the wild whirl,
straight and erect and commanding
was the form of Bob, his face cold and
expressionless as an iceberg. In five
minutes the human mass had worked
back TO the Sugar pole and there was
the inevitable 1u11 while its members
verified" ->,- r f., -
I'Sz2 I could see by the few entries Bob
was making on his pad that he had
been compelled to buy but little. This
meant that his campaign was working
smoothly, that he was driving the mar
ket up by merely bidding, and that he
had the greater part of my $4,000 yet
unbOught, which in turn meant he
could continue to push up the price,
or in the event of his opponents at
tempting to run it down, he would be
under the market with big supporting
orders. @y.-..
Suddenly the lull was broken. Bob's
voice rang out again-"153 for any
part of 10000 Sugar" Again the gam
blers closed in and for another five
minutes the opening scene was dupli-
Gated, with only shade less fierce
ness. After ten minutes mad trading
a mighty burst of sound told that
Sugar was 100 bid. Then Bob worked
his way out of the crowd, and passing
by me fairly Kissed, "By heaven, Jim,
I've got them cinched!"
| I went back to the office. In a few
| minutes Bob without word strobe
through my Office and into the little
room occupied by Beulah Sands. He
closed the door behind him, a thing
that he had never done before. It was
only a minute till he opened it and
called to me. In his eyes was strange
! look, a look that came from the blend
ing of two mighty passions, 'one joy,
the other could not make out, unless
it was that soft one, which suppressed
love, emerging from terrible uncer-
tainty, generates in deep natures and
which usually finds vent in tears.
Beulah Sands was study. Her heart
was evidently swaying and Juggling
with the news Bob had brought her.
She must have seen the nearness of
release from the torture that had been
filling her soul during the past three
months, and yet such was the remark