Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 August 1889 — Chicago’s Millionaire. [ARTICLE]

Chicago’s Millionaire.

The man who told me this story had something to say about “Old Hutch,” of course. I never talked to a Board of Trade man ten minutes without hearing something about the remarkable old man. He seems to be as persistent in getting into men’s minds and on their tongues as was Charles I. in Mr. Dick’s Memoirs. This man said: “You can find ‘Old Hutch’ on one of the stools at a cheap lunch-counter down near the Board every morning of the week. Goes in there regularly and orders two soft-boiled eggs and rolls, and he looks at the check as closely as any poor clerk in town. How’s that for a man with his money ? Millions and millions of wealth, and eating a 15 or 20 cent breakfast. But that’s his style. He surprised me the other day. As long as I’ve been around the Board, I never saw ‘Old Hutch’ wear anything but a black slouch hat; but the other day he appeared with one of the new-style straws with straight, stiff brim. Nobody could look at him without smiling, and the old man ‘tumbled’ and only wore it one day. He doesn’t care for dress, or comfort, or good living, anyway. He has just one passion in life, and that’s gambling. He is the first man on the floor of the Board always, and the last one to leave it. Imagine, if you can, the supreme delight to such a man of running a corner such as he manipulated last December. But he’s almost parsimonious in his daily life. I saw him at the theater one time alone, sitting in a parquet seat without a soul to talk to. He’s a oner; that’s what he is.”— Chicago Mail.

What’s in a name ? The richesi Chinaman in the town of Seattle rejoices in the discouraging name of Bad Luckee.