I began to trade, very conservatively, but increasing the line as I won. My friend followed me. We stayed overnight in New Haven and the next morning found us at the hospitable shop at five minutes to ten. The orator was glad to see us, thinking his turn would come that day. But I cleaned up within a few dollars of fifteen hundred. The next morning when we dropped in on the great orator, and handed him an order to sell five hundred Sugar he hesitated, but finally accepted it--in silence! The stock broke over a point and I closed out and gave him the ticket. There was exactly five hundred dollars coming to me in profits, and my five hundred dollar margin. He took twenty fifties from the safe, counted them three times very slowly, then he counted them again in front of me. It looked as if his fingers were sweating mucilage the way the notes seemed to stick to him, but finally he handed the money to me. He folded his arms, bit his lower lip, kept it bit, and stared at the top of a window behind me. I told him I’d like to sell two hundred Steel. But he never stirred. He didn’t hear me. I repeated my wish, only I made it three hundred shares. He turned his head. I waited for the speech. But all he did was to look at me. Then he smacked his lips and swallowed--as if he was going to start an attack on fifty years of political misrule by the unspeakable grafters of the opposition. Finally he waved his hand toward the yellow-backs in my hand and said, “Take away that bauble!” “Take away what?” I said. I hadn’t quite understood what he was driving at. “Where are you going, student?” He spoke very impressively. “New York,” I told him. “That’s right,” he said, nodding about twenty times. “That is ex-actly right. You are going away from here all right, because now I know two things--two, student! I know what you are not, and I know what you are. Yes! Yes! Yes!” “Is that so?” I said very politely. “Yes. You two--” He paused; and then he stopped being in Congress and snarled: “You two are the biggest sharks in the United States of America! Students? Ye-eh! You must be Freshmen! Ye-eh!” We left him talking to himself. He probably didn’t mind the money so much. No professional gambler does. It’s all in the game and the luck’s bound to turn. It was his being fooled in us that hurt his pride.