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Show TRADE IN SMALL WAY. Many People Do Business In Wall Street Whose Names Are Not Household Words Various Wares That Are Offered For Sale, HB little traders f Wall street have no rat-Jjp rat-Jjp ing at Bradstreet's. jt They do not know any- thing about stocks or J shares or . bond issues f or percentages or divi-rff divi-rff dends or inflations or I depreciations or the cur- rency or corners or pools or trusts or anything that pertains per-tains directly to the kaleidoscopic dol-lar-and-cent existence of the slaves that mark time by Trinity's chimes. But they are a permanent feature of the New World money mart, nevertheless. neverthe-less. The success of these traders or sidewalk side-walk merchants in the street of millions mil-lions can be accounted for. The big Wall street man will not shop for the smaller necessaries of civilized life outside of business hours. That sort of "minutiae" must be brought to him "I make a living," she said, "but I am not rolling up a bank account I suppose I make as much as if 1 kept a small store, and I have not the responsibility re-sponsibility of rent and insurance and help and big wholesale bills, and all that kind of thing. I pity the small storekeepers of New York. They work for the landlord seven days in the week. I work for myself. "My old man he runs the house, and I come down town and sell the papers. The old man does everything. He makes the beds, washes the dishes, ' prepares and cooks and serves the j meals, and all the rest of it He's an ; invalid. "I see lots of life. Any number of people know me. I am quite sure there are many millionaires among my customers. cus-tomers. Well their millions don't worry me. When. I see them scrambling scramb-ling and rushing to work in the morning morn-ing and rushing and scrambling home i at night, ail tired and pale, and with their lungs full of bad air and their ( stomachs empty and their brain3 a-jumpin' with worry, I think, 'Oh, ye poor slaves! ' " , A woman who does not believe in ? long hours has built up a trade in the flower line. "Oh, I believe in living, not merely in existing," she said. "Some days I don't feel like working. Then I don't work. I have my extra busy times, which make up for days of idleness. I choose my wares and don't go into IB uuoiueaa uapiiitzai u, iiKe KUllie ui Ltio others. When the violets are in, for instance, I can make more in a few hours than I could some days by selling sell-ing knickknacks and odds and ends or papers all day long. I think that all the flower girls make fair incomes." in-comes." : The garter man is among the male vendors, a familiar figure down town. You all know him. He has an artificial leg for a sign, and sometimes dons knee breeches and uses his own well- j turned calves for exhibition purposes. He sells many hose supporters in the ' course of a year and makes a good income. in-come. Another conspicuous figure is the awful looking old man, faded and shabby, shab-by, who invites sympathy and snrali coins by standing on the sidewalks i and gently waving a handful of cheap pencils, or shoe laces, or anything Sells Newspapers, or-he will go without. It is from the little trader that he buys collar buttons, but-tons, bachelor buttons, sleeve links and shoe strings. Indeed, in Wall street every commodity on earth is . sold, from a hot lunch with a cold dyspepsia thrown in to pencils, writing writ-ing paper, and hat and hairpins for Jthe typewriters. The sum of money earned by all the little traders in the course of a year must be considerable. Their margin of profit is much wider than is that of the small storekeeper or the man who is popularly said to be in a "minor" way of business, which means that he is just making ends meet. The street merchant frequently can land a small fortune on "crazes," fads or absurdities absurdi-ties that would accumulate the dust of ages if carried in stock in an ordinary store. One day almost every man on the street may be seen carrying home an absurd patent dancing doll. Another An-other day the air will be filled with the fiendish shrieks of toy bagpipes or with the fearsome raucousness of mechanical me-chanical frogs, warranted to hop fif- Fresh "Banan." easy to carry. This operator has .- probably caused more execration and the shedding of more band language than any six ordinary old men. This is owing to the nature and quality of his pencils. The purchaser should never forget that the pencil is made to sell and not to use. And no one should have the heart to berate such a miserable looking old man who on a drizzling day, when his poor, skinny hands are red and raw, stands shivering shiver-ing in the wet teen minutes with one winding. Some of the most enterprising of the minor Wall street merchants belong be-long to the gentler sex. They catch all the trade they can attend to. Newspapers, News-papers, bouquets and gimcracks are their favorite wares. For some reason rea-son they do not often deal in freaks or oddities. The self-reliance of these women ought to be proverbial. They hold their own against all competition. Indeed, they will drive male competitors competi-tors from the field. One woman sells newspapers exclusively. exclu-sively. Another has mercantile ambitions ambi-tions that are somewhat aesthetic. She deals by preference in flowers and attractive at-tractive knickknacks, but wont "stick" Of the little traders in Wall street many deal in fruit, horrifying lozenges and hideous nut candles. The messenger mes-senger boys are their principal customers. cus-tomers. Most of these venders are Italians, and they have great battles with the messenger boys who make daily raids upon their stocks. Next to the small boy the vender hates a panic in the "street." At the first symptoms of it he picks up his traps and hies himself to do business on the Bowery, where the surroundings are ; less "gilded," but where people do not go crazy. When the panic is over the vender returns to the street, and once more his sleepy voice mingles with the chimes of Trinity as he announces - that his "banan" are fresh fruit and ; that his candies are newly made. ' i New York Press. . 1 i The Flower Vender, at gingerbread if there's money to be made. An elderly woman who sells newspapers news-papers is one of the most familiar figures in "the street." She begins with the morning Issues of the papers and handles all the afternoon editions as well. She is built on a generous scale massive, robust and wide. She's well able to take care of herself. |