There are other kinds of boys on Wall Street than the ones just described. In the Stock Exchange about one hundred and fifty boys are employed as pages to run with messages for members in the Board Room, not outside. They receive from three to five dollars a week, with a gratuity at Christmas.
There is no prospect of these pages rising to higher positions while in the employ of the Exchange, and when they grow too large for employment there they drift away to other places. Many are the applicants for these positions, and in order to secure one there a boy must be well recommended. The pages wear gray uniforms with brass buttons, and are generally bright little fellows who soon learn to know every member of the Stock Exchange by name.
Perhaps two hundred members of the Stock Exchange have private telephones in the building, and there is a squad of some fifty or more boys in blue uniforms who look after these telephones. The Stock Exchange has its own messenger service, each boy wearing a gray uniform with a military cap. The duties of these messengers is to run from the Exchange to the offices of the members.
All these boys are remembered at Christmas-time. The members of the Exchange subscribe from five to twenty-five dollars each to make up the gratuity fund, which is divided among the boys according to their time of service. Those who have been there two or three years obtain quite a handsome little present during the holiday season.
Then there are boys connected with the American District Messenger service; there are Western Union Telegraph boys; Cable Telegraph boys; boys in the offices of lawyers, corporations, and the like. But the principal and most important boy of all is the one who starts in an office at a small salary, determined to win his way to fame and fortune, and possessing the ability and intelligence to do so.
[1] Begun in HARPER'S ROUND TABLE No. 898.
"Boys," said Mrs. Hoyt, "the Misses Middleton have met with a great loss. Their beautiful bowl is broken. You have seen it, and you have heard of its value, and you can imagine how badly they feel about it, and now they are trying to find out who broke it. You were at their house this morning, I believe. Do you know anything about it?"