The following comment about Eric was sent to me in a letter written by my Aunt Gladys:

"Eric was never pretentious - how he laughed when he told the story of going into the staff cloakroom, where a younger member of the staff failed to recognise him and thought he was the plumber called to effect repairs there"

And this from 'the Star' newspaper of 3rd July, 1975, written by Harold Fridjhon who knew him over a considerable number of years:

"In-house dining rooms have proliferated in the city in recent years ". There are advantages in entertaining business colleagues in private, in quietness, in hospitable relaxed surroundings.

One of the pioneers of the private dining room, and especially on the Stock Exchange, was burly, good natured Eric Freemantle, whose round table with its Lazy Susan was graced with the culinary delights of a French chef. Bearded and moustached, his was a part-time retirement job.

During the last boom when Eric's phone never stopped ringing, a familiar voice asked him what he should buy. Freemantle never tipped shares, he proposed a list of what he liked to his clients, insisting that they make their choice. What should he buy? Eric rattled off a list of shares with a comment on each. 'Yes,' said the voice. 'But what should I buy?' Patiently Eric went through the list again. And again. And again, with exquisite patience.
'Please Mr. Freemantle, What do I buy? This is the chef here. What do I buy for lunch?'

I think perhaps the best example of my father's sense of humour was shown when he had a hard cover book produced and titled, as I recall it, "What I learned in 60 years as a Stockbroker". But inside, every page was blank!!