Research into this blog came when my son asked me what a Ponzi scheme was. He is learning about economic and financial questions in my house is a new thing. For example- how does the healthcare industry work? Why do we pay health insurance and still have to pay medical bills? What is interest, and who gets to decide what the interest rate will be? Why do we have credit cards? How do you get a mortgage? How does the government know how much taxes to charge, and how do you know that you are not paying too much? Now, I know that many of you think that these are simple questions- but go ahead, break it down for a 13-year-old in a way that makes sense. I will wait…
Were you able to do it?
Because I can’t. Every time I explain these complex ideas, he hits me with one last question- who are ‘they’ and why do ‘they’ get decide? Shit- I don’t know who ‘they’ are. Now I have some questions! Where do they work? Are they rich? Do ‘they’ have a degree in economics? Are ‘they’ even real people? Do ‘they’ have an email address? I need to ask them some questions!
So, the latest and greatest question was on the Ponzi scheme. Now this really worked out because it fits into my November 1920’s theme, and it is Saturday morning so I know that I have quite a bit of time to research and get the answers before he even wakes up. So here I am stressing about explaining this concept to my son, and using you as a dress rehearsal.
First thing first- let’s look at the history of the Ponzi scheme. He was born on March 3, 1882, and named Carlo Pietro Giovanni Guglielmo Tebaldo Ponzi- but we will call him Charles for short. It is believed that Charles Ponzi was born in Parma, Italy or it might have been Lugo, Italy, depending on the website you are looking at, and Charles claimed that he attended the University of Rome La Sapienze. That is what we know about his beginnings, really nothing more. We do know for a fact that he arrived in Boston in November of 1903 by way of the S.S. Vancouver and that he told the New York Times that he gambled away all of his savings on that voyage. So, Charles stands on the shores of this great country with only $2.50 and according to him ‘$1 million in hopes.’
It didn’t work out to well for him in this country because he ends up moving to Montreal in 1907 where he worked as a bank teller at Bank Zarossi. This particular bank was formed around the idea of providing high interest rate loans to newly arrive Italian immigrants. Surprise, surprise- the bank goes bankrupt because no newly arrived immigrant can pay back high interest loans. Crap, I have a hard-enough time paying off low interest loans and I am pretty well established. The bank failing leads to Charles becoming broke himself and getting charged and sentenced to 3 years in a Quebec prison for writing bad checks. He gets out of prison, and then goes on to smuggling Italian immigrants across the Canadian border into the U.S. Off to an Atlanta jail he goes for two years! This guy is a winner!
In 1918, Charles is out of jail and it looks like his life is going to turn around because he meets and marries Rose Gnecco who was a local stenographer. Charles worked for his father-in-law for a while, but that didn’t really pan out. It was sometime around here that Charles received a letter from a company in Spain that contained in it an International Reply Coupon or an IRC and he has an ah-ha moment! Charles realizes that he can make a profit by buying IRCs in one country and exchange them for more expensive stamps in another country. Brilliant! Do you understand? I didn’t! So, more research!
We have to understand what an IRC is to understand why this is important. An IRC is a coupon that can be exchanged for priority airmail postage stamps from another country. So, for example, I send a letter to Italy and want to ensure that I get a reply. So, I buy an IRC, or a mail money-order, that the receiver can use to buy postage to send the letter back to me. I think that it is going to cost $5.00 to send the letter back, so I send a $5.00 ‘check’ to the other person. They go to the post office, and it is only going to cost them $2.50 to send it to me because of the cost difference between the two countries. The receiver has now made a profit of $2.50 without lifting a finger. Are we all tracking? I hope I haven’t lost anyone.
Charles set his business up using this scheme calling it the Securities Exchange Company. He would send his ‘agents’ money to buy a mass of IRCs and then send them back to the U.S. Charles would then exchange those IRCs for stamps worth more that he paid for them, and then turn around and sell the stamps. It is believed that he was making more than a 400% return on some of the sales. That was not enough for Charles, he needed more. And we all know what happens when you need more! More coffee, more Oreo’s, more Christmas decorations, more snowmen for your living room decorations…it leads you down a rabbit hole of no return! Well, until your husband cuts you off and you change your attention to Hallmark Christmas ornaments or heaven help us…garden Nomes! Charles was in this rabbit hole when he began to seek investors to turn higher profits. He promised his investors returns of 50% in 45 days, or if you were patient, 100% in 90 days. He was doing so well that he bought a 12-room mansion in Lexington, Massachusetts that had a heated swimming pool and air conditioning. He had servants, automobiles, custom built limousine, gold-handled Malacca canes, and started purchasing commercial and residential properties and stocks in several banks. And in the 1920’s this was as bougie as it comes, he was a up and coming J.P Morgan.
The Boston Post gets wind of the story of a new self-made immigrant in July 1920 and a $1 million dollar law suit that was filed against him by a man named Joseph Daniels who laid claim to a share of Charles’s fortune because of an old debt. They printed a story on July 24, 1920, with Ponzi on the front page- “Doubles The Money Within Three Months; 50 Per Cent Interest Paid in 45 Days by Ponzi- Has Thousands of Investors”. They claim that Charles’s net worth at this point is about $8.5 million. You think that this would have scared people away, that he was facing such a large lawsuit, but no it drove middle-class citizens with their lifesavings to his door and on July 26th, Charles later recalled:
“A huge line of investors, four abreast, stretched from the City Hall Annex, through City Hall Avenue and School Street, to the entrance of the Niles Building, up stairways, along the corridors…all the way to my office!…
“Hope and greed could be read in everybody’s countenance. Guessed from the wads of money nervously clutched and waved by thousands of outstretched fists! Madness, money madness, the worst kind of madness, was reflected in everybody’s eyes!…
“To the crowd there assembled, I was the realization of their dreams…. The ‘wizard’ who could turn a pauper into a millionaire overnight!”
This is where the story gets interesting! Charles finds out that same day, that he had gotten on the radar of the U.S. Post Office Department earlier that year and he was under investigation, but they had not made any headway with their efforts. But now that the newspapers were also looking into his affairs, it might not turn out well for him.
Charles, on the advice of his friend William McMasters, a former newspaperman and his publicity agent, offered to cooperate with the U.S. District Attorney’s office and allows them to conduct an audit on his books with a promise to not accept new investments until the audit was complete. Thousands were now storming his office demanding to have their money returned to them, and Charles told his clerks to refund the money of anyone who presented a voucher. But they were only going to get their principal back and not the interest. In that one day, Charles paid back a little over 1 million dollars, saving himself the considerable interest that he had occurred.
Are you still with me?
Good! Go ahead, go refill your coffee mug…because there is more to the story!
Deep dramatic breath…..and go…..
Charles was a cocky son-of-a-b**ch! He played so many games during the investigation, at one point saying to the Washington Post that “My secret is how to cash the coupons. I do not tell it to anyone,” he asserted. “Let the United States find it out, if it can.”
The Boston Post writes an article entitle “Officials balked By Ponzi Puzzle”, Charles is still loved by many and hated by only a few. Until, ta-da…. his publicity agent turns on him! McMasters wrote a copyrighted, first hand report that stated “He is over $2,000,000 in debt even if he tried to meet his notes without paying any interest…If the interest is included on his outstanding notes, then he is at least $4,500,000 in debt.” Charles is pissed and threatens to sue the Post and McMasters.
On August 10th, the Kiwanis Club invites Charles to a luncheon where he would be paired with a mind-reader named Joseph Dunninger. The Kiwanis Club had hoped that Dunninger would read Charles’s mind and reveal his secrets to success. Charles wins the audience over with his personality and claims that he worked hand-in-hand with foreign governments in order to buy the coupons and because the governments profited themselves from the business, the “naturally would not care to reveal” the nature of their relationship with Charles. “PONZI TELLS KIWANIS CLUB HOW HE GOT HIS MILLIONS,” the Globe cried from its front page. Editors at the Chicago Tribune, which also described the Kiwanis Club affair, were more cynical: “PONZI REVEALS PHILOSOPHER’S STONE: 0+0=$,” the headline ran.
On August 11th, the newspapers print the story on Charles and his criminal background citing his charges of forging checks and smugglings immigrants.
On Aug 12th, the government auditor is finished looking over Charles’s book and find him to be $3 million in the red, later revised to $7 million. Charles is arrested and the Boston Evening Globe reports “PONZI WEARING HIS SMILE EVEN IN EAST CAMBRIDGE JAIL,”. Charles gets sentenced to 5 years in prison, but only ends up serving 3 ½ years and then put on parole. However, in 1925 he is charged and convicted on state fraud charges. While on bail and the verdict was on appeal- he jumps ship and heads to Florida where he starts sailing swampland to raise money under the name Charpon. He is arrested in Florida for fraud and jumps ship again when he finds out that the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts upheld his conviction of state fraud. Now he is wanted in Florida and Massachusetts. So, he goes to Texas and becomes a seaman on an Italian freighter. He gets caught in New Orleans, probably while drinking a hurricane- those things are dangerously good and you easily let down your guard after only one.
Charles is sent back to Massachusetts to serve his time and is released in 1934, reportedly bald and 40 pounds heavier. But wait there is more! He was never an American citizen! They want to deport him. Charles fights the deportation, but we don’t want him here anymore, he caused too many issues- and off he goes! This whole time, Rose is still married to him! If there is anything to be said about Rose’s- we are dedicated people to the end! But, after waiting two years for him to send for her, she finally divorces his short ass and remarries a nice guy. Charles had enlisted the help from a second cousin who was a friend of Mussolini and a Col. in the Italian Air Force. He got a job with an airline that did business between Italy and Brazil, and Charles made great money until World War II started and the Brazilian government learned that the airline was ferrying strategic supplies to Italy. The Brazilian government cut off the relationship, and Charles was stuck in Brazil.
Now, Charles didn’t do horrible in Brazil- he taught English and French and worked as an interpreter for an Italian importing firm. But in 1948, Charles’s eye sight was failing and he suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed. He died in 1949 in a charity hospital, Hospital São Francisco de Assis of Federal University, in Rio de Janeiro with only $75.00 to his name to pay for the burial.
Charles did write the following, that I think sums up this whole crazy story-
“Even if they never got anything for it, it was cheap at that price. Without malice aforethought I had given them the best show that was ever staged in their territory since the landing of the Pilgrims!… It was easily worth fifteen million bucks to watch me put the thing over!”
And that is the true story of Charles Ponzi. Now, he was not at all the first person to do this! He was just the most famous. I already hear the questions that Kekoa is going to ask me when I tell him this story. Isn’t this what credit card companies do to people now? Rob Paul to pay Peter? I am still no closure to answering his financial questions. Can someone come over and help explain them for me? Please? I will pay you with coffee!