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...Touchet Clapton, only child of stout English stock, became one of thousands of British children sent to the U.S. to escape the London blitz. In suburban Mendham, N.J., Joannah found a second mother on a pleasant, ns-acre estate. Florence Whitney, the childless wife of a well-to-do broker and an heiress in her own right, found in Joannah a bright, ingratiating girl who soon became her whole life. Joannah's father, an infantry captain, was killed in Normandy, and Joannah's mother remarried, now lives in South Africa. Mrs. Whitney took over Joannah's upbringing...
Also on the ballot are U.S. Steel's objections : under present rules, any stockholder can remain anonymous by registering his stock in the name of a bank or broker; secret balloting would seriously restrict recounts and court challenges of close proxy battles; the practical details for working out the system are immense...
Maggie Rudkin speaks from experience. The attractive, red-haired wife of Henry Rudkin, a prosperous Wall Street broker, she lived a life of ease and social grace on their Pepperidge Farm (named after pepperidge, or black gum, trees on the property) near Fairfield, Conn. Then in the mid-1930s, the youngest of her three sons became ill with asthma. An admitted "nut on proper food for children," Mrs. Rudkin knew that asthma is an allergy, was nonetheless convinced that she could help her son by building him up. She dug out a whole-wheat-bread recipe left by her Irish...
...Briton who has been active in Hong Kong trading since 1913. Despite the fact that Hong Kong is a cutthroat market, Croucher contends that it is a safe place for money, if all the risks of stock speculation are taken into account. He has never heard of a Chinese broker who "went back on his word or broke his bond...
Peter lunges for the bottle, despite the snake. He lurches over to the hotel window and begins his inane, compulsive ritual, shouting the names of the Derby winners in backward sequence at the passers-by far below: "Broker's Tip, Burgoo King, Twenty Grand, Gallant Fox ... Flying Ebony. Jump, Peter. Fly like Flying Ebony." Another snake, as big as his thigh, strikes at him. The bottle drops and shatters on the radiator. Sobbing "Leave me alone. No more. No more," Peter collapses across the hotel bed on the bare breast of the nymphomaniacal redhead with whom he is sharing...