So I can tell you of a friend of mine in New York City now. In the days of Vaudeville, he was an adagio dancer, strong, strapping…short fella but very strong. Then came the War and he was drafted. When he came out, he’d gone beyond the point where he could go back into the…and Vaudeville was gone anyway. He became a waiter, and he moved up to a maitre d’ in a nightspot in Greenwich Village. He began to come to my meetings and he heard what I am telling you. He said, “Now I’m going to apply it…if I could only have $5,000.” Well, in no time flat Victor got $5,000. The men came in, he was the maitre d’ and they gave him tips. Well, the market was rising, but don’t justify it that way. They gave him tips not only in dollars and cents because he gave them the best table and the best steak and this, that and the other, but they gave him tips on the market. In no time, Vic rose from his $5,000 that he got to $50,000, and finally Vic made a hundred thousand. He wasn’t satisfied…yet if he could only get $5,000 that would be all that he wanted…and Vic in no time got $100,000. At least it was right there; he could have sold and realized a hundred thousand.500 ¶16