Out of their counting houses, as if the Pied Piper were playing to them, out of their counting houses and down to the sea, to the boardwalk by the sea, to Atlantic City. And the cynics who thought that bankers' ears knew no music but the clinking of doubloons on pieces of eight, laughed themselves into face, saying: "Ah well, if it is not gold that calls them, it is at any rate a golden jubilee!"
So far at least the cynics were right; for the bankers were hurrying to the 50th anniversary meeting of...
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