Publisher's Synopsis
Four young men, college chums, come to New York, each with his eyes fixed on a career. The ambition of each is the same, to make money. They differ only in their ideas of the best way to "make it." The particular one of the quartet fixed on as hero, Thomas Beauchamp Crocker, familiarly known as Bojo, goes into Wall street. He Is turned from the ways of speculation not by failure but by success. He makes a quarter of a million and the manner in which it is won and the resulting suicide of one of the men he has helped ruin, sicken him. He leaves the path of easy money determined to begin at the bottom and work up. His love affairs and those of another member of the group are introduced to enliven the story. Show Excerpt and the mingled throngs of late workers and early pleasure-seekers. "There's an exhilaration about it all. It does wake you up." "Think of a city of five thousand millionaires that can build a hundred business cathedrals a year, that has an opera house with the front of a warehouse and calls a row of squatty booths luxury. Well, never mind; here we are. Rub your eyes." They had left the roar and brilliancy of the curiously blended mass behind, plunging down a squalid side street with tenements in the dark distances, when Marsh came to a stop before two green pillars, above which a swaying sign announced-- WESTOVER COURT BACHELOR APARTMENTS Before Bojo could recover from his astonishment, he found himself conducted through a long, irregular monastic hall flooded with mellow lights and sudden arches, and as bewilderingly introduced, in a sort of Arabian Nights adventure, into an oasis of quiet and green things. They were in an inner court shut in from the outer world by the rise of a
