The Snowball_ Warren Buffett and the Business of Life - Alice Schroeder [98]
“I don’t want to be on the other side of the table from the customer. I never was selling anything I didn’t believe in myself or own myself. On the other hand, there was a markup that was undisclosed. If anybody asked me about it, I told them. But I don’t like anything like that. I want to be on the same side of the table with the people who are my partners, everybody knowing what’s going on. And a promoter, by his nature, doesn’t do that.”
No matter how Warren thought about his job as a stockbroker, there was always a potential conflict of interest, and always the possibility that he would lose money for his clients and open himself up to disappointing them. He would much rather manage people’s money instead of selling them stocks, with his interest on the same side as the customer’s. The problem was, there were no such opportunities in Omaha. But in the spring of 1952, he wrote an article about GEICO that attracted the attention of a powerful man, and with that, his luck seemed about to change. The article, “The Security I Like Best,” which appeared in the Commercial and Financial Chronicle, was not just an advertisement for Warren’s favorite stock, but an explanation of his ideas about investing. It caught the attention of Bill Rosenwald, who was a son of Julius Rosenwald, a philanthropist and the longtime chairman of Sears, Roebuck & Co. The younger Rosenwald ran American Securities, a money management firm launched with family stock in Sears14 that sought high returns while minimizing risk and preserving capital. After contacting Ben Graham, who gave Warren a strong recommendation, Rosenwald offered Warren a job. Few jobs in money management were as prestigious, and Warren was dying to accept it, even though that meant moving back to New York City. To do so, however, he had to get permission from the National Guard to leave Omaha.
“I asked my commanding officer whether it would be possible to transfer to New York to take this job. He said, ‘You’ll have to go down and see the commanding general.’ So I went down to Lincoln, sat there in the state capitol, waited awhile, went in to see General Henninger, and said, ‘Corporal Buffett reporting.’ I’d written him ahead of time explaining and asking permission.
“And right away he said, ‘Permission denied.’
“That was the end of it. That meant I was in Omaha as long as he wanted to keep me captive.”
Thus Warren was stuck at Buffett-Falk, writing prescriptions for a living. The main comfort he had during the challenges of his first year back in Omaha was his fiancée. He had begun to lean on Susie. All the while, she was working at figuring Warren out. She began to understand the damage Leila Buffett’s rages had done to her son’s self-worth, and she started trying to repair it. She knew that the main thing he needed was to feel loved and never criticized. He also needed to feel that he could succeed socially. “People accepted me more when I was with her,” he says. Even though she was still at the University of Omaha while he had been working, he was like a toddler gazing up at a parent when it came to his relationship with his future wife. Both were still living in their parents’ homes. Over time, Warren had developed a way of dealing with his mother, which was to avoid being alone with her, while making use of her dutiful nature when in her presence by besieging her with demands and requests. Yet the long stretches that he had spent away from her while attending college had lowered his tolerance for Leila’s company instead of raising it. When she and Howard came back from Washington for Warren and Susie’s wedding, Susie noticed that her fiancé avoided his mother as much as he could. When forced to be in her company, he would turn his face away from her and clench his teeth.
It was time for Warren to move out. He called Chuck Peterson, saying “Chas-o, I haven’t got a place for us to live,” and Chas-o rented him a tiny apartment a couple of miles from downtown. When