Madness. The frenzy of trading on the New York Stock Exchange last week surpassed all previous spectacles. From the floor a ululant howling roared; brokers milled around; pages and messengers doubled around huddles of bidding brokers; brokers chanted a litany of bids & asks at each other, and sweated like the marching monks in Tannhäuser. Visitors in the iron-railed balcony peeked at the madness below for a few minutes, and were politely hurried out by grey-dressed attendants. When Friday was done the brokers were glad that the Exchange governors had decreed Saturday a...
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