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Strategies & Market Trends : Mr. Pink's Picks: selected event-driven value investments -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: RockyBalboa who wrote (14256)	10/5/2000 1:54:23 PM
From: Odysseus	Respond to of 18998

Isn't that what I wrote? I wrote HDTV ran up to $10 AFTER Mr. P$nk brought it to the board's attention. I'd say that I was defending Mr P!nk's pick (not that He needs me to defend Him, of course.) BTW I come from Ithica.

To: RockyBalboa who wrote (14256)	10/6/2000 12:05:45 PM
From: StockDung	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 18998

"Those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raider Days" Sung to; "Those were the days my friends" ----------------------------------------------- Once upon a time there was a tavern on Wall Street called Harry's Where Erwin Jacobs and Michael Milken used to raise a glass or two Remember how they laughed away the hours Think of all the great things junk bonds Could do Those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raider days, my friend Erwin Jacobs thought they would never end He'd sing and dance forever and a day He'd live the life Corporate Raiders choose Green Mail and junk bonds were their tools For they were young And sure to have their way La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, Those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raider days Then the busy years went rushing by them They lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see them in Harry's tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say Through the door There came familiar laughter I saw your face I hope the rumors of dementia going around the Wall Street are not true Oh my friend, we're older but no wiser For in our hearts The dreams are still the same Those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raider days, my friend They thought they'd never end People like Ivan Bosky and Boon T. Pickins would sing and dance Forever and a day they'd live the life they'd choose Do some green mail and never lose Those were the days Oh yes those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raiders days Just tonight Mr. P$nk stood before Harry's tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass Mr. P$nk saw a strange reflection Was that one shorting CONSECO really me? If by chance I'd see Erwin Jacobs in Harry's tavern, we'd smile at one other yes sir-e Not even full page ad's in the Wall Street Journal Were going to scare even me. Value investing is Mr. P$nks motto He has now taught Jacobs a thing or two CONSECO's balance sheet looks like a war zone Mr P$nk hope the rumors of dementia are not true La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, Those were the Erwin Jacobs Corporate Raider days