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...snoozing legislators had doubtless been dreaming about what all the West and Southwest has eaten, drunk and slept the past fortnight-GOLD. The rush and scrabble for some of the $78,000 lode struck lately at Weepah, down near the slanting California lino (TIME, March 21), continued last week to swell and assume bright color. Blizzards and gales that swept Weepah tenters down the canon, did not cool the yellow metal fever. Nearby Tonopah, base camp for the skirmishers, buzzed with brokers, show girls, sour-doughs, eager tourists. Buying and selling of mine shares was fast and furious...
...gold mania spread north to Walla Walla, Wash. A butcher found six nuggets in two chickens' crops. . . . It spread south to Arizona. Miners at Dripping Springs started a rush by declaring they had found lode worth $100,000 per ton. (Oldtimers scented a stock-selling game.) It spread west to California...
...stock ticker is proverbial for its accuracy, yet it is by no means immune from careless clerks and incompetent stenographers. Last week the ticker reported that a dividend of 75? a share had been declared upon Mother Lode Coalition Mines. Immediately the gentry who make a living for a while by trading on the tape hurled orders t into the market to buy "Mother Lode," whose price soon shot up from...
...this time the Stock Exchange started an investigation. At first it was thought that someone had reported false news in order to manipulate stock prices. Presently, however, it was discovered that in the notice that had come to the Exchange concerning the dividend, was carelessly substituted the name "Mother Lode Coalition Mines" for "Kennecott Copper Co." upon whose shares the dividend had really been declared. As soon as news of this discovery was broadcast all the hopeful purchasers of "Mother Lode" promptly threw them overboard and that stock declined below where it had been originally...
...peak, all good Parisians go to their watering places leaving Paris no longer French but almost American. The French who remain speak English, play up to the visitors, and give them at least half their money's worth. With such a reputation Paris naturally becomes a lode-stone to New Englanders heavily burdened with consciences, to Westerners fresh from their slavery on the farms, to New Yorke's anxious to be rid of their encumbrance of gold. On to the Grand Guignol, the Folies Bergeres, Monmartre and Zelli's! The Americans make the reputation, the reputation brings the American...