If you bundle 1.000 healthy men who have no particular fondness for reading into one huge hall with nothing much else to do, they will probably sing, sleep or wax playful. Precisely that has occurred on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange almost every trading day for the past two months. Astonished visitors saw sights and heard sounds that would shake the faith of the blackest capitalist. Specialists dozed through raucous japery and ear-splitting versions of such old Floor favorites as "Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie" or "The Wearing...
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