In The Bathroom, Warren Poem by gershon hepner

In The Bathroom, Warren



In Katharine’s bathroom Warren Buffet failed
to notice the Picasso, getting wet,
yet saw, and surreptitiously availed
himself, of her shampoo, his profit net.

Janet Maslin reviews the biography of Warren Buffett, The Snowball, by Alice Schroeder (“The Richest Man and How He Grew (And Grew His Company, Too, ” NYT, September 29,2008) :
The book details his eyebrow-raising friendship with Katharine Graham of The Washington Post, an anomalous liaison since he claims that Daisy Mae of the “Li’l Abner” comics was his feminine ideal. In any case, Mr. Buffett required a constant supply of hamburgers and motherly care. He surrounded himself with Susie, a surrogate wife (Astrid Menks, whom he later married) and a close circle of other women. One of many priceless anecdotes here involves another Buffett female friend who happened to stay in Ms. Katharine Graham’s guest room. When this friend called, shocked, to tell Mr. Buffett that there was a real Picasso in the bathroom, he replied that he had stayed in that guest room for years and never noticed it. What he noticed was that the bathroom contained free shampoo. “The Snowball” features equally good stories about power players, including Akio Morita, a co-founder of Sony, and Bill Gates, whom Mr. Buffett instantly recognized as a soul mate. There are many tales of triumph, like the one about how The Omaha Sun, while controlled by Mr. Buffett, blew the lid off fiscal improprieties at Father Flanagan’s pious Boys Town. Then there are the business stories that make it shockingly timely. Ms. Schroeder reports in depth on Mr. Buffett’s reluctant involvement in the 1991 near-meltdown of Salomon Brothers with lessons on the risks of deregulation, the precariousness of derivatives and the dangers of involving government in bailing out financial institutions. In shaping its definitive portrait of Mr. Buffett, “The Snowball” need not make excessive claims of his importance. With story after story, Ms. Schroeder makes that self-evident. “No group of shareholders in history, ” she writes, with one eye on her subject’s life history and the other on his legacy, “had ever missed their C.E.O. as much as Berkshire’s shareholders would miss Buffett when he was finally gone.”

9/29/08

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