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It was getting so a regular customer couldn't be sure of a place to sit; eager-eyed newcomers were beginning to crowd the nation's 4,200-plus brokerage offices. The public was not doing much buying yet—it was still a professional's market—but moving ticker tape was once again a sight to see, and dreams of quick killings were again dreams to dream. Wall Street was nursing a baby bull, and a lot of cow-eyed mother love was suddenly loose in the land.
Rosy Glow. The bull was still scraggly, unsteady on his feet, not quite...
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