FIRST DAYS IN WALL STREET 39 



of a prowling minion of the law who, after my ap- 

 pearance, reluctantly admitted that the boy was 

 innocent, but warned him not to do it again. 



On one occasion when both of us had a day off 

 we proposed to put it in on our fishing ground. 

 It happened that the Hudson River at its mouth 

 was filled with pleasure craft of many kinds, in- 

 cluding excursion boats which for half a dollar a 

 head carried its passengers to where they could 

 get a good view of the hanging of Hicks, the pi- 

 rate, on Bedloe's Island, where the Statue of 

 Liberty now stands. When I hear Kipling's 

 wonderful "Danny Deever" sung I think of my 

 orchestra seat in that skiff when Hicks was exe- 

 cuted. 



I had been working for some weeks when Mr. 

 Marquand's brother Frederick made one of his 

 infrequent visits to examine his books. After 

 opening the combination cash book and journal 

 in which I was keeping his accounts, he began 

 conversation by saying: 



"Can't you write any better than that?" but he 

 closed it cordially with an invitation to spend the 



