Word: tradings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...from his Bittersweet. In each of these places, head man is a tall (6 ft.), graceful Yaleman (1922) of 37-John C. Wilson of Trenton, N. J. After college he escaped briefly from Wall Street when given a small part in a road company of Polly Preferred. Back in trade, he got Noel Coward's brokerage account for Chas. D. Barney & Co. in 1925. Now the Coward business manager and producer, his name appeared last week as entrepreneur of a whole festival of Coward plays which arrived in Manhattan. Actor-Author Coward had written them, directed them, scored them...
...many thousands. . . In advertising revenue, also, your papers have not been doing so well. ... A special problem for you has been created by your present attitude toward union labor. . . . When, however, your own reporters and editors tried to improve the condition by forming a perfectly legal and orthodox trade union, you fought them hoof and claw. ... It is hard to resist a conclusion that you are in favor of trade unions when they are already strong and can beat you in a fair fight, but opposed to them when you think they are crushable." No news is one more attack...
...Journal was "A Fair Exchange" by Harry Irving Shumway. This story opens with Pawnbroker Moe Epstein appraising a diamond for his friend Marcus. Says Moe: "A full quarter of a carat but the dirtiest diamond I ever see. Nine dollars is the very positive limit." Marcus offers to trade the diamond for a tray of fountain pens, then balks because the pens appear to be ''too yellow." Moe says, "So are canary birds, but who's afraid of canary birds? Well?" The trade completed, Marcus remarks that the weather is ''darker than one of these...
Knowing nothing at all about moving picture cameras, still I accept your offer." Surprise ending of "A Fair Exchange" is that after a hard day's finagling, Marcus' final trade brings him a pawn ticket which proves to be for the very same stone he started out with...
...Christmas crap-shooter was a Manhattan jobber named George Blanck, who cornered the market in 1916. He was supposed to have made $100,000 that year. In Portland, Me. people still talk about old Edward K. Chapman, who was for years a towering figure in the Christmas tree trade, although he never gave a Christmas present in all his life. Bearded as snowily as Santa Claus and a lover of balsam firs, Dealer Chapman tramped into Maine's woods each winter to oversee the selection and cutting of fine trees even in his 80's. In those days...