Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-05-14

SATURDAY, MAI IA, Iy4I.
concern. AS understand it, they was
simple. The investors in stock paid in
their money, and-well, | guess that's all
they had to do. The company received
it. and~I don't call to mind anything
else. Me and Buck knew more about sell.
ing corn salve than we did about Wall
street, but even we could see now the
Golconda Gold Bond Investment Com
pany was making money. You take IN
money and pay back 10 per cent Of it: it S
plain enough that you make a clean,
legitimate profit of 90 per cent, less ex-
penses, as long as the fish bite.
Our ads. done the work. Country
weeklies and Washington hand press
dailies of course says / when we was
ready to maj 1,racts.
Man." sa! 4 terbury, las its adver-
Using ManaA r YOU would cause Lin
burger cheese factory to remain undis-
covered during hot summer. The game
we're after is right here in New York
and Brooklyn and the Harlem reading
rooms. They the people that the
street-car tenders end the Answers to
Correspondents columns and the pick
pocket notices are made for. We want
our ads. in the biggest city dailies, top
of column, next to editorials on radlum
and pictures of the girl doing health
exercises"
Pretty soon the money begins to roll
In. Buck didn't have to pretend to be
busy; his desk was piled high up with
money orders and checks and green
backs. People began to drop in the Of
fee and buy stock every day.
Most of the shares went in small
amounts-$10 and S25 and $50, and a
good many 81 and SO lots. And the bald
and inviolate Uranium of President At
terbury shines with enthusiasm and
= - -. Il t..l-
ems, the rude but reputable Croseus of
the West, consumes so many apples that
the Feelings hang to the floor from the
mahogany garbage chest that he calls
his desk.
One morning, as me and Buck saun-
tered Unto the office, fat and dippant,
from our noon grub, we met an easy
looking fellow, with a bright eye and
a pipe in his mouth, coming out. We
found Atterbury looking like he'd been
caught g mile from home in wet
shower.
know that MANI" he asked us.
We said we didn't.
II don't either" says Atterbury. wip-
ing off his head; but I'll bet enough
gold bonds to paper a cell in the Tombs
that he's newspaper reporter"
what did ne want?" asks Buck
"InformaticE," says our president.
Said he was thinking of buying some
stock. He asks me about 900 questions.
and every one of 'em. hit some sore place
in the business. l know he's on a pa
per. You cant fool me You see a man
about half shabby, with an eye like a
gimlet, smoking cut plug, with dandrun
on his coat collar, and knowing more
than J. P Morgan and Shakespeare put
together-if that amt a reporter / never
saw one. / was afraid of this. l don't
mind detectives and postOffice inspectors
i talk TO EN- eight minutes and then sell
EN- stOck-but them reporters take the
starch out of my collar. Boys, / recon-
mended that we declare a dividend and
fade away. The signs point that way"
Me and Buck talked TO Atterbury and
got him to stop sweating and stand still.
That fellow didn't look like a reporter
to us. Reporters always pun out pen
ell and tablet on you, and tell you a
story you've heard. and strikes you for
the drinks. But Atterbury was shaky
and nervous all day.
The next day me and luck comes down
from the hotel about 10 30 On the way
we buys the papers, and the first thing
we see Is q column on the front page
about our little imposition 1t was n
shame the way that reporter intimated
that we were no blood relatives of the
late George w. Childs. He tells all about
the scheme as he sees 1t, in a rich, racy
kind Of guying style that might amuse
most anybody except a stakeholder Yes.
Atterbury was right. it behooyeth the
gaily clad treasurer and the pearly pated
president and the rugged vice president
Of the G0lconda Gold Bond and Invest
ment Company to go away real sudden
and quick that their days might be
longer upon the land.
Me and Buck hurrles dawn TO the-of-
fee. We finds on the stairs and in the
hall crowd of people trying to squeeze
into our Office which, is already damned
fun inside too the railing They're nearly
all got Golconda stock and gold bonds
In their hands. Me and Buck judged
they been reading the papers. too
We stopped and looked at our stock
holders, some surprised. 1t wasn't quite
the kind Of gang we supposed had been
investing. They all looked like poor
people; there was plenty OF old women
and lots Of young girls that you'd say
worked In factories and mills. Some was
old men that looked like war veterans.
and some was crippled. and a good many
was Just kids-bootblhcks and newsboys
and messen gers Some was working-men
In overalls, with their sleeves rolled up
Not one Of the gang looked like stock
holder in anything unless it was a pea
nut stand. But they all had Golconda
stock and looked as sick as you please
saw a queer kind of a pale look
come on Backs face when he sized up
looking woman and says Madam, do
you own any of this stockf"
II put in a hundred dollars" says the
woman. faint ike 1T was all / had
saved in a year One OF my childred is
dying at home now and l haven't a cent
in the house. I came to see II ! could
draw out some. The circulars said you
could draw Il at any time. But they say
now l will lose it all"
There was a smart kind Of a kid in
the gang-I guess he was a newsboy.
II got In twSnty-f', mister" he says.
looking hopeful at Bucks silk hat and
clothes. "Dey paid me o-ffty a mont
on It, Say, a man tells me dey can't
do dat and be on de square. Is dat
straight? Do you guess l can get out
my twent-ff"
There was one girl-a pretty one-in
red shawl, crying In a corner like her
heart would dissolve; Buck goes over
and asks her about 1t,
1T amt so much losing the money
mister" says she, shaking all over,
though I've been two years saving it
up; but Jakey won't marry me now
He'll take Rosa steinfeld know
J-J-Jakcy. She got $500 in the saw
ings bank. At, al. al" she sings out.
Buck looks all around with that same
funny look on his face. And then we
see leaning against the wall, putting at
his pipe, with his eye shining at us,
this newspaper reporter. Buck and me
walks over to him.