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At his stand outside Manhattan's famed old Trinity Church, Shoeshiner Sam Angarenti cast a glum eye on the Wall Street brokers, clerks and messengers who were hurrying to work in the drizzling rain. Yanking his fuzzy wool cap down tighter over his ears, Sam cursed the weather and bad business. "Nobody wants to get a shine any more," he growled, "but I guess they're making money over there."
"Over there" was the grey, stone-walled New York Stock Exchange. Inside, on the crowded trading floor, there was no gloom, only pent-up excitement....
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