To make sure that I was right I even called up the little old Third National of Lake View and the Drovers and Traders on Forty-seventh Street.

That's Charlie Wallin's bank.

When I was over in the Lake National he used to hang around the back door asking for anything I could give him that was sound.

Now he says his orders are from his directors not to share in anything we have to offer.

It's the same story everywhere--they daren't.