Just Let Out.

Otago Witness, Issue 2368, 20 July 1899, Page 62

Just Let Out.

Chicago has many wonders, and one of them is the wheat pit in the Board of Trado building. On entering the great grey structure the senses are assailed by the feverish clicking of IOC telegraphic instruments, the frantic msh of blue-uniformed messenger boyrf, the ceaseless jostling and shouting of busy brokers, the continual glitter of electric lights. All this is the normal condition of things. There is a big officer at the entrance to the pit, resplendent in a uniform of blue with shiny buttons. This man baars a fail reputation for veracity, and is always ready to initiate strangers into the mysteries of the pit. Ho tells this amusing story about one visitor. ( \ ; ■" A sort oflcounlry fellow once came to me, when things'were'pretty lively in the pit, and ho said — '"' Is this here an insane asylum?' " He seemed to be in a very mellow state, but I thought ho was joking. To his question I replied —- " ' ThatV about what it i?.' .' "He seemed to get nervous. / " ' What are they doing?' he asked, pointing lo the brokers in the pit. / " 'Oh,' I said, "we're just letting'them out for exercise.' r ''He seized my arm: ' For, lioaven's sake, do let me get out of here.' / " 1 stepped away from thgf door and he went off like a shot. And he never came back."