At Chicago's Merc and Board of Trade, the young commodities traders endure daily bedlam and heart-stopping swings of fortune. They develop ulcers, bad backs, nervous tics. They know they will get “blown out,” take “heavy hits,” or go “in the dinger.” They wouldn’t have it any other way.
At Chicago's Merc and Board of Trade, the young commodities traders endure daily bedlam and heart-stopping swings of fortune. They develop ulcers, bad backs, nervous tics. They know they will get “blown out,” take “heavy hits,” or go “in the dinger.” They wouldn’t have it any other way.
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