The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1907-01-15
CLAM HAS VISIONS
OF WEALTH

Oh. Clam, the reaawn..i Parisian
| journalist, visits Wall street and sees
American ~millionaires in the making.
He catches the fever and has visions
of fabulous wealthy
New York January 10.-Today /
have seen that place where million
aires are made in these United States!
/ have seen millionaires made in the
twinkle of one eye. More. / myself shall
be n millionaire tomorrow, Almost
l was n millionaire today, but my
friend NJ. John w. Gates, tells me it
is better to wait. I,too, think it is
better. Too much excitement is not
good, and today | have more than
much. All is suddenness in the Wall
street, where | have been today. 1t is
the frantic life. All people run, dodge,
talk fast. | haye extreme agitation.
with desire to run up n down the
Wall street. Yet | must be calm. hy
duty to my countrymen is the first. I
shall tell them all.
The Wall street is the seat of gov
eminent of these United Safes. All
men here tell me this. In Washington,
/ looked for the government, yet |
could not find it. Here, | think, is the
government. After l have looked in
despair for that government in Wash
ington, l speak to my friend NJ.
Chauncey Depew Of my trouble.
He said: Bah! You, my dear Clam,
know not where to look, | shall give
you the letter to my friend John ".
Gates. He will show you one thing,
or two
Instantly NJ. Depew gave me this
admirable letter:
MY Dear John-This will introduce
to you my dear friend NJ. Clam, that
renowned Partisan journalist, who
writes of the affairs American. Tell
him of the Wall street, please. Also
show him to make the million dollars
in n day. Then he will know more
of these United States. My regards
to all those boys. Yours,
CHAUNCEY."
When I arrive in New York l am
again attacked with that heart failure.
Those scrapers of the sky inundated
me. Those crowds were not polite.
Everywhere was excitement. 1 saw
riots, and accidents and the lynch. Yet,
though /. | must be bold. Other men
escape-shall | not also escape detec-
tion? Hailing a fiacre, l drove rapid
ly to the Wall street. At the greatest
scraper in the world | entered. Those
people fought madly to reach the ele-
vator. [ was carried with them. To
myself I said: do not forget that
number, or you are lost" Those ele-
vators shot up and down. I find my
self lifted to the sky! In desperation
I cried: 'The 767 number!" Yet it was
too late. That elevator was already
three kilometers in the air. With
fury the guard threw all people out.
The door banged, all ropes broke. and
that guard fell instantly to the earth,
me dead man!
No matter! Those people do not
look at such things. They run to the
other door and fight madly to enter.
l was swept along. Again those ropes
give way, andw e fall readlong. l
shrek. All those people turn to me.
One man said: "This man, he has not
the nerve. He is from Hohokus.' In
stantly those people laugh toward me.
I am furious, but Away polite. I said:
"Will you be so polite to show me
where is my friend NJ. John W.
Gates?"
Instantly those people take off the
HAITI hey bow to me with apology.
They whispered: One friend Of John
W. Gates! Look Quit" That guard
said: Excuse me, I did not know we
had n millionaire here. This is the
office of M. Gates"
l make the discovery quickly that all
Nn0n1n ~ Na~ Conl- 4o- 49, Ia 30
they think they are speaking to one
millionaire. After now, l shall al
ways say first: 81 am one millionaire.
Will you step aside?"
In the office of M. Gates were many
people. My card l gave to n young
man. Il am one millionaire" said
I. "Be so kind to tell NJ. Gates I have
n letter from M. Depew."
Instantly that young man walked
backward, bowling to me many times.
Soon M. Gates appeared. With cor
diality he embraced me. He said:
welcome, NJ. Clam! How is my dear
friend Chauncey? How are those boys
in the senate?"
1 replied: "All is well. NJ. Gaes!
But how is the Wall street,"
his reply. ZONE WlIn ue IHey te
burchering Atchison. St. Paul is grog-
gy. London is all broke up, and howIs
for help. Standard Oil, she is on the
hog. Those Changers are wobbly. Har-
riman is fighting ghosts. His is on
the blink. You know Lawson?-he's
out with another line of copper dope.
Why, l can't keep the money away! It
rolls Over me! You want a million?
Come with mel"
With agitation heard of these terri
BILE things. st. Paul intoxicated! IL.
Atchison foully murdered! One earth
quake in London! And those others,
all in trouble! Yet NJ. Gates does nut
much care. All is money to him.
Sacre! What a~udacity! What aplomb!
Instantly NJ. Gates conducts me
headlong down one elevator. We ar