May 24, 1910
In and about the financial district this afternoon, I was imbued with some of its iron tonic and marveled at the battle of the exchanges, the members of which resembled in effect if not in character the howling dervishes. Minds that can carry on for any length of time in this manner and atmosphere have a certain repugnance or hardness and narrowness. They may be stimulated in some directions, but are dwarfed in all the saner and nobler aspects of existences. I had a stock transaction with the American Trustee Company in the Wall street Exchange building, and then sauntered down Broad street amidst the noisy curb brokers and found a haven of rest in Fraunces’s Tavern. How quietly and picturesquely it sits at the corner contemplating its grim surroundings and recalling its interesting and appealing memories!
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