Continuing, Mr. Morosini said: “Mr. Gould could enjoy immensely anything funny or ludicrous. We used to have a small window in the office through which I would talk to some of the unimportant callers, and through which Mr. Gould would also talk to people whom it was not necessary to bring into the inner room. One day a man came to the window and said, ‘I want to see Mr. Gould.’ I told him he could not see Mr. Gould unless he told me what he wanted. He replied, ‘I have an invention here, and there’s millions to be made out of it.’ Mr. Gould was in the next room, and he said, ‘Morosini, what is it the man wants?’ and I told him, whereupon he got up and came to the window to talk to the man. “When Mr. Gould appeared, the man put his hand under his coat as if to pull something out. I saw it glisten, and thinking it was a blunderbuss, I dodged down under the counter, and Mr. Gould seeing me go down dropped down also. ‘Shoot high, you son of a gun,’ I yelled out. Then the man laughed and said there was nothing to fear, and began to explain the nature of his invention. We got up and looked at it, and what do you think it was? He had a sort of a brass cylinder, and he said it was a patent portable churn. It was to be filled with cream in the morning when a man was starting away from home, and slung by a strap over his shoulder under his coat. The motion of the body while walking would keep the cream stirring, and then besides there was a sort of piston with a handle on the top. Every now and then you were to give that a jerk, so that by the time the man reached home at night he could turn out on a plate for his wife a pound or two of fresh butter. “I said to the man when he had explained what the thing was, ‘I will give you thirty days in the penitentiary,’ and you ought to see him get out. It would have done you good to see Mr. Gould laugh over our dropping down behind that counter at the sight of that portable churn.” Mr. Morosini illustrated Mr. Gould’s peculiar tactics in operations in some particular stock in the Exchange with another anecdote. Said he: “At one time Mr. Gould was short on Pacific Mail, and he bought and sold, bought and sold, bought and sold until the commissions paid brokers amounted to about $36,000. Then the account was finally made up and showed to the credit of Mr. Gould on the entire transaction the sum of fourteen cents. A rumor was in circulation that Mr. Gould had made a great deal of money in the stock. One afternoon, just about that time, I was at Mr. Gould’s house when William H. Vanderbilt called to see him about some matter of business. He congratulated Mr. Gould on having made so much money on the stock. Mr. Gould turned to me and said, ‘Morosini, how much have we made on that deal in Pacific Mail?’ “I answered, ‘$140,000.’