So the printing presses ran, and once they began to
run, they were hard to stop. The price increases began to be dizzying. Menus in
cafes could not be revised quickly enough. A student at Freiburg University
ordered a cup of coffee at a café. The price on the menu was 5,000 marks. He had
two cups. When the bill came, it was for 14,000 marks.
“If you want to save money,” he was told, “and you
want two cups of coffee, you should order them both at the same time.”
The presses of the Reichsbank could not keep up,
though they ran through the night. Individual cities and states began to issue
their own money. A factory worker described payday, which was every day at 11
a.m.: “At eleven o’clock in the morning a siren sounded and everybody gathered
in the factory forecourt where a five-ton lorry was drawn up loaded brimful
with paper money. The chief cashier and his assistants climbed up on top. They read
out names and just threw out bundles of notes. As soon as you caught one you
made a dash for the nearest shop and bought just anything that was going.”
– from Paper
Money, page 67, by Adam Smith (pen name of George J. W. Goodman), 1981
Thank God I wasn’t a payroll manager in 1920s Weimar
Germany! Although I probably would have a slight advantage in such an
occupation, i.e., I’d be sure to get my bundle of notes off to get some hard
goods before anyone else. Although, come to think of it, that’d probably get me
strung up from the nearest tree. I thereby reaffirm my first statement three
sentences back.
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