Our                         free enterprise system has considerable appeal to those                         seeking to get rich quick. Here are some stories of money                         makers who have been outrageous in their ingenuity, generosity,                         or endurance. We also include stories of people who found                         outrageous ways to show that our society's preoccupation                         with money has gone too far.
Working                         on Wall Street
I                         made my first million dollars as an options trader on                         the floor of the American Stock Exchange before I was                         legally old enough to buy, sell, or own a single share                         of stock.... At twenty I got my own seat on the Exchange--that                         is to say, my employer rented it for me--becoming the                         youngest person in Wall Street history up to that time                         to have done so.
In                         the beginning, whenever people asked what I did for a                         living, I would tell them, "Buy and sell options at risk,"                         which of course meant nothing to people.... I often resisted                         the temptation of saying something glib like, "Oh, you                         know, it's sort of like crossing a six-lane freeway on                         foot at rush hour." Actually, the freeway simile is not                         all that outlandish...as an options trader juggling millions                         of dollars in nanoseconds, I                         would often double as ringmaster over an unruly mob of                         bawling, often brawling human animals....
I                         was expected to think and act and anticipate all at once,                         employing all my wiles, all my senses--especially my sixth                         sense. If I so much as hesitated, showed an iota of indecision,                         I'd risk financial obliteration....
The                         only cup of coffee I got while waiting for the next trade                         came flying through the air. I was pummeled, stepped and spat                         on, jostled, hassled, and grabbed. At the end of some                         of the wilder trading sessions, after I'd moved a couple                         of million dollars in a single hour, I'd drag myself home                         wearing clothes encrusted with dried ketchup, my panty                         hose shredded. Some days the damage would have been done                         after the first mad hour of trading...My working outfits                         would often have to be discarded after only one wearing....
I                         am sure that one hundred years                         from now, when the hapless American taxpayer has finally                         paid for the unregulated sins of the junk bond-financed                         yuppie years, scholars will treat this period about as                         kindly as today's historians view the Great Dutch Tulip                         Mania of 1636-1637. But for us traders down on the floor                         of the Exchange, it was anything but a delusion. It was                         all so very real. If something was amiss, if capitalism                         was running amok, we didn't want to hear it. We were having                         too much fun.
 Excerpts                         from  Play Money: My Brief But                         Brilliant Career on Wall Street  by Laura Pedersen.                         (Crown Pub., 1991, chapter one.)
The                         Stroke of a Pen
Once,                         representatives of two failing banks sat in J.P. Morgan's                         office asking for a guarantee for their banks. "Who are                         the main depositors here?" he asked the drooping bank                         representatives. "Mostly working class                         people from the East                         Side, about 30,000 of them. If those banks went under most of those                         people would lose all their savings."
There                         was deep silence amongst the cigar smoke as Morgan's vice                         presidents waited, confident that he wouldn't jeopardize                         millions in such a foolhardy manner. "What is the most                         we could lose?" Morgan asked. "Six million                         dollars." "Is that all?!" said Morgan. "Done."                         Morgan whipped out his fountain pen and signed the guarantees.
 From  Tales of the Super Rich  by Dexter Yager and Doug                         Wead.  (Restoration Fellowship, 1980. p.116.)
A                         Proud Tribute to Freedom?
Within                         three weeks of East Germany's                         November 1989 opening of the Berlin Wall, a Missouri-based                         gift company was selling "authentic cuts" from                         the wall in stores across the United                         States. By year's end,                         750,000 cuts--neatly boxed and costing up to $14.95--had                         been sold.
 From  Culture in an Age of Money  by Nicolaus Mills.  (Ivan Dee, Publisher, 1990. p.26.) 
How                         American Express Makes Out (Completely Legally) Like Bandits
I                         think traveler's checks are one of the most outrageous                         making-money scams. Think about it: you give the company                         your money interest-free, for an indefinite amount of                         time. They invest your money for their own profit. And                         in return, they give you pieces of paper, worth nothing                         until you cash them in.
Banks                         and the government will gladly give you interest if you                         lend them money, whereas American Express charges you                         1% for the favor. Meanwhile people come home with checks                         unspent, keep them in a drawer for years until the next                         trip or even lose them.
The                         beauty of this incredible money-making scam is that customers                         perceive traveler's checks as a valuable service offered                         at a reasonable price.
 --Howard
How                         to Get Busy Brokers to Take a Break
It                         was August 1967. I had just flown in from California                         on the overnight special and was staying with my friend                         JR. He said, "Don't go to bed yet, you have to                         come to this event and meet my friend Abby Hoffman." So                         we met him and some of his friends in front of the New                         York Stock Exchange. The press had been alerted that something                         was up; they followed us on the late morning tour, taking                         pictures.
We                         got up to the third floor gallery which looks out over                         the Stock Exchange. Security guards blocked the entrance.                         "Yes, it's usually open to the public, but we know you're                         here to make trouble. We're not letting you in!"
Abby                         replied, "The reason you're not letting us in is because                         we're Jewish!" They didn't know how to deal with this,                         especially with all the press standing there, so they                         finally let us in. We went out on the balcony and looked                         below at that big floor of stockbrokers. Everybody looked                         up at us, aware that something was going to happen, but                         they didn't know what. For that short while, the whole                         Stock Exchange came to a halt. It was incredibly exhilarating.
Then                         we let loose a bag of one dollar bills--about two hundred                         of them. There was a resounding cheer, and the next moment                         these millionaire brokers were lunging over each other                         to grab the dollar bills. The security guards ushered                         us away. When we got downstairs we held a little more                         Yippy festivity---a little dancing, a little burning of                         money--and then we broke up.
The                         audacity of the event immediately captured world media                         attention and made a big impact on people. We playfully                         communicated the message that mainstream society worships                         money to an absurd degree. Naturally, the stockbrokers                         had a glass wall built across the balcony so it could                         not happen again. .
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