By Matt Gray.  At the turn of the last century, the bane of all rubes, greenhorns,   suckers, boobs, shysters, marks, dudes, nincompoops, ninnys, blockheads,   goofs, oafs, goons, chumps, fools, dolts, pushovers and pigeons was —
James Rufus “Get-Rich-Quick” Wallingford.
If  there was a fool and his money anywhere within shouting distance,  they  were soon parted if J. Rufus had anything to say about it.  Fast-talk  legends such as George M. Cohan and W. C. Fields took lessons  from  Wallingford. Snake oil or colored carpet tacks, it was all the  same to  him. The fast buck was what he was after, and the gilt-edged  scheme was  the bait he used to hook his victim.
We haven’t heard anything  about him since 1921 and the burst of  prosperity that followed the  depression after the Great War. He seems  to have reformed and dropped  out of sight, leaving the field to the  amateurs who bested his record in  October of 1929. Nevertheless, this  American Business Buccaneer in his  prime was someone to look out for.  He was big. He was bad. And now?
Hold on to your wallets and watches, and count the silver spoons.
He’s back.

