An idiot hope struck me that they might think something had insulted me while I was writing the cheque and that I had changed my mind. I made a wretched attempt to look like a man with a fearfully quick temper.
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How he stumbled on this trade secret I do not know...â  Iâve had people laugh politely at me, or rather my sense of humor, but mostly about my âembellishmentsâ and so-called âWiggin-isms.â POWERED BY PARADIGM DIRECT [Inside] Access Link For Charles Payne Event What is the best thing you can do when the markets keep dropping? Well⦠this is what renowned analyst and FOX host, Charles Payne, wants you to know. His team is revealing it all during an upcoming Free Live Event Wednesday @ 7:00 PM EST. Charles Payne's team has put together a training event that will help you navigate 2023 with more confidence than ever. [Click here to register now](. CONTINUED... âNever let the facts,â one might say, âget in the way of a good story.â My kids just call them âDad jokes,â chuckle, and turn back to their phones. Itâs Thursday. Weâve been at the family farm in New Hampshire all week. Lawrence Sullivan, a writer I acknowledge in my book [Demise of the Dollar]( has an eclectic set of books on history, economics, biographies, classic literature, how-tos on antique collecting and writing creative non-fiction. And more. As Iâm traveling back to Baltimore this afternoon, I thought today would be an apt one to show you a funny short story I read by Stephen Leacock that Larry showed me. Itâs at least funny in a âdad jokeâ kind of way. The story depicts the quotidian crises of going to the bank over a hundred years ago. Banks, mind you, were a new phenomenon for everyday citizens then. Banking had only recently been democratized. Youâll see itâs a very different kind of crisis than the one weâve been writing about ad nauseum since March 10, the day Silicon Valley Bank went belly up. It should take you all of five minutesâand give you a laugh, I hope. Brevity is the soul of wit, after all. âEnjoy, Addison My Financial Career, by Stephen Leacock When I go into a bank I get rattled. The clerks rattle me; the wickets rattle me; the sight of the money rattles me; everything rattles me. The moment I cross the threshold of a bank and attempt to transact business there, I become an irresponsible idiot. I knew this beforehand, but my salary had been raised to fifty dollars a month and I felt that the bank was the only place for it. So I shambled in and looked timidly round at the clerks. I had an idea that a person about to open an account must needs consult the manager. I went up to a wicket marked "Accountant." The accountant was a tall, cool devil. The very sight of him rattled me. My voice was sepulchral. "Can I see the manager?" I said, and added solemnly, "alone." I don't know why I said "alone." "Certainly," said the accountant, and fetched him. The manager was a grave, calm man. I held my fifty-six dollars clutched in a crumpled ball in my pocket. "Are you the manager?" I said. God knows I didn't doubt it. "Yes," he said. "Can I see you," I asked, "alone?" I didn't want to say "alone" again, but without it the thing seemed self-evident. The manager looked at me in some alarm. He felt that I had an awful secret to reveal. "Come in here," he said, and led the way to a private room. He turned the key in the lock. "We are safe from interruption here," he said; "sit down." We both sat down and looked at each other. I found no voice to speak. "You are one of Pinkerton's men, I presume," he said. He had gathered from my mysterious manner that I was a detective. I knew what he was thinking, and it made me worse. "No, not from Pinkerton's," I said, seeming to imply that I came from a rival agency. "To tell the truth," I went on, as if I had been prompted to lie about it, "I am not a detective at all. I have come to open an account. I intend to keep all my money in this bank." POWERED BY REPUBLICAN METAL CO [Urgent] Keep Their Hands OFF Your Money Biden couldn't get his draconian "Build Back Better" plan passed.A plan that some say was targeting millions of retirement accounts. So he and his cronies repackaged the bill as H.R. 5376. And snuck it past Congress on August 16, 2022. If you have an IRA or 401(k), you need to take immediate action. Get your hands on [The Precious Metals Investment Guide.]( In just 3 easy steps you can⦠"Relocate" your wealth from the usual risk millions of others will face. The guide is free to access immediately. [Click here to get the guideâ¦]( CONTINUED FROM STEPHEN LEACOCK... The manager looked relieved but still serious; he concluded now that I was a son of Baron Rothschild or a young Gould. "A large account, I suppose," he said. "Fairly large," I whispered. "I propose to deposit fifty-six dollars now and fifty dollars a month regularly." The manager got up and opened the door. He called to the accountant. "Mr. Montgomery," he said unkindly loud, "this gentleman is opening an account, he will deposit fifty-six dollars. Good morning." I rose. A big iron door stood open at the side of the room. "Good morning," I said, and stepped into the safe. "Come out," said the manager coldly, and showed me the other way. I went up to the accountant's wicket and poked the ball of money at him with a quick convulsive movement as if I were doing a conjuring trick. My face was ghastly pale. "Here," I said, "deposit it." The tone of the words seemed to mean, "Let us do this painful thing while the fit is on us." He took the money and gave it to another clerk. He made me write the sum on a slip and sign my name in a book. I no longer knew what I was doing. The bank swam before my eyes. "Is it deposited?" I asked in a hollow, vibrating voice. US currency, 1914 (Source: americanliterature.com) "It is," said the accountant. "Then I want to draw a cheque." My idea was to draw out six dollars of it for present use. Someone gave me a chequebook through a wicket and someone else began telling me how to write it out. The people in the bank had the impression that I was an invalid millionaire. I wrote something on the cheque and thrust it in at the clerk. He looked at it. "What! are you drawing it all out again?" he asked in surprise. Then I realized that I had written fifty-six instead of six. I was too far gone to reason now. I had a feeling that it was impossible to explain the thing. All the clerks had stopped writing to look at me. Reckless with misery, I made a plunge. "Yes, the whole thing." "You withdraw your money from the bank?" "Every cent of it." "Are you not going to deposit any more?" said the clerk, astonished. "Never." An idiot hope struck me that they might think something had insulted me while I was writing the cheque and that I had changed my mind. I made a wretched attempt to look like a man with a fearfully quick temper. The clerk prepared to pay the money. "How will you have it?" he said. "What?" "How will you have it?" "Oh"âI caught his meaning and answered without even trying to thinkâ"in fifties." He gave me a fifty-dollar bill. "And the six?" he asked dryly. "In sixes," I said. He gave it to me and I rushed out. As the big door swung behind me I caught the echo of a roar of laughter that went up to the ceiling of the bank. Since then I bank no more. I keep my money in cash in my trousers pocket and my savings in silver dollars in a sock. Follow your own bliss, Addison Wiggin
The Wiggin Sessions P.S. Boulevard of Broken DreamsâWhen we were driving down Main Street in Wellesley, MA on our way to the church where [the memorial service]( was held, we passed by a branch of First Republic Bank. As far as we could tell, customers were going about their business as usual. A block later was a branch for Silicon Valley Bank. Same. It looked to be open. Average customers, those who still go into the local branches, may not even be aware of the stress those two âlocalâ banks are under. Studying the banking crises in the 1930s, there were years at a time when everything seemed to be hunky-dory in banking and on Wall Street. The first known use of the word the Great Depression, with capital letters making it a proper noun, was from a book of the same title written by the British economist Lionel Roberts in 1934 â 5 years after the crash on Wall Street. As Frederic Bastiat said, âthere is the seen, and the unseen.â POWERED BY DEMISE OF THE DOLLAR The Daily Missive from The Wiggin Sessions is committed to protecting and respecting your privacy. We do not rent or share your email address. By submitting your email address, you consent to The Wiggn Sessions delivering daily email issues and advertisements. To end your The Daily Missive from The Wiggin Sessions e-mail subscription and associated external offers sent from The Daily Missive from The Wiggin Sessions, feel free to [click here.]( Please read our [Privacy Statement.]( For any further comments or concerns please email us at feedback@wigginsessions.com. If you are having trouble receiving your The Wiggin Sessions subscription, you can ensure its arrival in your mailbox by [whitelisting The Wiggin Sessions.]( © 2023 The Wiggin Sessions 808 Saint Paul Street, Baltimore MD 21202. Although our employees may answer your general customer service questions, they are not licensed under securities laws to address your particular investment situation. No communication by our employees to you should be deemed as personalized financial advice. We expressly forbid our writers from having a financial interest in any security they personally recommend to our readers. All of our employees and agents must wait 24 hours after online publication or 72 hours after the mailing of a printed-only publication prior to following an initial recommendation. Any investments recommended in this letter should be made only after consulting with your investment advisor and only after reviewing the prospectus or financial statements of the company. Sent to: {EMAIL} [Unsubscribe]( Consillience, LLC, Saint Paul Street, 808, Baltimore, Maryland 21202, United States