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EARNINGS The Way Down? As the flood of year-end earnings reports tumbled from the ticker last week, the evidence piled up that U.S. industry had passed the war's profit peak...
...Ticker Tape and Caviar. Wechsberg's sketches and anecdotes show that he most often found the bluebird in his own musical backyard. The characters he portrays most fondly and skilfully are such acquaintances of his musical wanderings as Maurice, an orchestra leader "who was brought up on Pernod instead of mother's milk"; Boris, a violinist who "occasionally [ate] caviar with his right hand, playing a stunning pizzicato sequence with his left" Monsieur Arnould, a music director who had something "of the jovial, placid, dignity of the bull fiddle" he once played; Franzl, an amateur pianist whose reason...
...cigar store and betting commission house on North Clark Street near the river, Chicago's busiest betting spot, it is a post-racing bonanza. The average Saturday night handle at Sammy's runs about $100,000. On one side of the shop is a Western Union ticker machine, its burden of basketball, hockey and fight results magnified on a moving screen. On the opposite side, half-time and final basketball results are chalked up on a large blackboard as they roll in. Behind the counter, house men with Edward G. Robinson accents answer a battery of telephones...
...Wall Street, there was a touch of the old fever. Three days in a row the roaring stockmarket pushed sales up to more than 2,000,000 shares. In one wild last hour's trading, 800,000 shares changed hands. Twice the high speed ticker fell behind. Result: the Dow-Jones industrial averages soared to 156.68, highest since the war-begotten boomlet of September 1939. The rail averages kept pace with them. At 51.35, railroad stocks were at their peak since 1937, when the last big bull market fell on its face...
...still more when she was unable to staff it with experienced newsgatherers. Last week, tired, ailing, beaten for the first time, she announced she would shut up shop on Armistice Day. Said she: "I was having a talk with my croaker the other day. He says, 'Florabel, your ticker ain't worth a pot in hell-you take it easy.' So I guess I will...