2019 · John C. Bogle / The Bogle eBlog
“Acres of Diamonds”
Headstrong, impulsive, and naïve, I found a merger partner—in Boston, of all places— that I hoped would do exactly that. Alas, despite the glitter, I found no diamonds there. The merger worked beautifully for about five years, but the investment managers who were my new partners let our fund shareholders down, the stock market dropped 50%, and the assets we managed plunged from $3 billion in early 1973 to $1.3 billion in late 1974. Not surprisingly, the new partners had a falling out. But my adversaries had more votes at the Company than I did, and it was they who fired me from what I had considered “my” company. What’s more, they intended to move all of Wellington to Boston. I wasn’t about to let that happen. I not only loved Philadelphia, my adopted city that had been so good to me, but by 1974 I had established my roots here, finding unimaginable diamonds, first, in my beloved wife Eve, who was born and grew up here, and then in six wonderful children. We intended to say where we were, and I had a plan to do just that. For when the door slammed, a window opened, and the acres of diamonds I had begun to discover in 1951 were to remain in Philadelphia. Pulling off this trick was not easy. But I was able to parlay a slight difference in the governance structure of the Wellington funds, owned by their own shareholders, and Wellington Management Company, owned largely by my former partners, into a new career—and with it more diamonds than I ever could have imagined.