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Analysis for
Financial Management
The McGraw-Hill Education Series in Finance,
Insurance, and Real Estate
ROBERT C. HIGGINS
Marguerite Reimers
Emeritus Professor of Finance
The University of Washington
with
JENNIFER L. KOSKI
Associate Dean for Academic and
Faculty Affairs
Kirby L. Cramer Endowed Chair
in Finance
The University of Washington
and
TODD MITTON
Ned C. Hill Professor of Finance
Brigham Young University
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Contents ix
Valuation Based on Comparable Trades 349 The Venture Capital Method—Multiple Financing
Lack of Marketability 353 Rounds 372
The Market for Control 354 Why Do Venture Capitalists Demand Such High
The Premium for Control 354 Returns? 374
Financial Reasons for Restructuring 357 Summary 375
The Empirical Evidence 364 Additional Resources 376
The LinkedIn Buyout 366 Problems 378
Appendix
Glossary 385
The Venture Capital Method of
Valuation 368 Suggested Answers to
The Venture Capital Method—One Financing Odd-Numbered Problems 397
Round 369 Index 429
Preface
Like its predecessors, the thirteenth edition of Analysis for Financial Management
is for nonfinancial executives and business students interested in the practice of
financial management. It introduces standard techniques and recent advances
in a practical, intuitive way. The book assumes no prior background beyond a
rudimentary and perhaps rusty familiarity with financial statements—although
a healthy curiosity about what makes business tick is also useful. Emphasis
throughout is on the managerial implications of financial analysis.
Analysis for Financial Management should prove valuable to individuals
interested in sharpening their managerial skills and to executive program partic-
ipants. The book has also found a home in university classrooms as the sole text
in Executive MBA and applied finance courses, as a companion text in case-
oriented courses, and as supplementary reading in more theoretical courses.
Analysis for Financial Management is our attempt to translate into another
medium the enjoyment and stimulation we have received over many years
working with executives and college students. This experience has convinced
us that financial techniques and concepts need not be abstract or obtuse; that
significant advances in the field, such as agency theory, market signaling,
market efficiency, capital asset pricing, and real options analysis, are impor-
tant to practitioners; and that finance has much to say about the broader
aspects of company management. We are also convinced that any activity in
which so much money changes hands so quickly cannot fail to be interesting.
Part One looks at the management of existing resources, including the use of
financial statements and ratio analysis to assess a company’s financial health,
its strengths, weaknesses, recent performance, and future prospects. Emphasis
throughout is on the ties between a company’s operating activities and its finan-
cial performance. A recurring theme is that a business must be viewed as an
integrated whole and that effective financial management is possible only within
the context of a company’s broader operating characteristics and strategies.
The rest of the book deals with the acquisition and management of new
resources. Part Two examines financial forecasting and planning, with par-
ticular emphasis on managing growth and decline. Part Three considers the
financing of company operations, including a review of the principal security
types, the markets in which they trade, and the proper choice of security type
by the issuing company. The latter requires a close look at financial leverage
and its effects on the firm and its shareholders.
Part Four addresses the use of discounted cash flow techniques, such as
the net present value and the internal rate of return, to evaluate investment
opportunities. It also deals with the difficult task of incorporating risk into
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If a balance sheet is a snapshot in time, the income statement and the cash
flow statement are videos, highlighting changes in two especially important
balance sheet accounts over time. Business owners are naturally interested
in how company operations have affected the value of their investment. The
income statement addresses this question by partitioning the recorded changes
in owners’ equity into revenues and expenses, where revenues increase
owners’ equity and expenses reduce it. The difference between revenues and
expenses is earnings, or net income.
Looking at the right-most column in Table 1.1, WWS’s 2021 income state-
ment looks like this. Note that the $85,000 net income appearing at the bot-
tom of the statement equals the change in owners’ equity over the year.
Worldwide Sports Income Statement, 2021 ($ thousands)
Sales $900
Wages 190
Merchandise purchases 350
Depreciation 15
Gross profit $345
Other expenses 210
Interest expense 10
Income before tax $125
Income taxes 40
Net income $ 85
The focus of the cash flow statement is solvency, having enough cash in the
bank to pay bills as they come due. The cash flow statement provides a detailed
look at changes in the company’s cash balance over time. As an organizing
principle, the statement segregates changes in cash into three broad categories:
cash provided (or consumed) by operating activities, by investing activities,
and by financing activities. Figure 1.2 is a simple schematic diagram showing
the close conceptual ties among the three principal financial statements.
Chapter 1 Interpreting Financial Statements 9
Financing
Operating
Revenues
Expenses
Investing
Balance
sheets
When I met Thelma next morning I noticed that she was pale and
obviously nervous and ill at ease. I longed to question her, but to do
so would have been to reveal the fact that—unintentionally, it was
true—I had been eavesdropping.
It was now plain that the man Ruthen, whom I had thought to be a
mere hotel acquaintance of Stanley Audley’s, was, in truth,
something more, whether friend or enemy I was still not quite sure.
Thelma’s attitude, it was true, suggested the latter, though Ruthen
had professed friendly motives. His attitude towards her thoroughly
incensed me. But I realized that there must be some reason,
unknown to me, why Thelma never acknowledged him when I was
present. It was evident too that she hated and possibly feared him
and that she, at any rate, regarded him as her husband’s enemy.
She made no mention of the telegram from her husband that Ruthen
had referred to and, as she had not denied having received it, I
assumed that Ruthen’s information was correct. It might have been,
of course, a reassuring message, but if this was so there was no
apparent reason why she should not have told me about it and her
obvious anxiety and nervousness seemed entirely to contradict the
suggestion that it could have contained any good news.
That morning we took our skis up the cable railway to the
Allmendhubel, a thousand feet further up the mountain side, and
thoroughly enjoyed our sport on the steep snowy incline above the
village. A ski-jumping competition had been arranged for the
afternoon and we spent an hour watching the competitors “herring-
boning” and “side-stepping” as they climbed over the snow up the
distant heights in readiness for the swift descent ending with the high
jump that only experts can accomplish.
Thelma seemed silent and distraite all the morning. At length I asked
her what was troubling her.
“I really didn’t know I was glum!” she replied. “Forgive me, Mr.
Yelverton, won’t you? I am awfully worried about Stanley. I really
think it is useless for me to remain here in Mürren any longer. I had
better go home to Bexhill.”
The suggestion seemed to confirm my suspicion that she knew her
husband’s whereabouts, and felt it useless to await any longer for
him.
“My time is growing short, too,” I said. “I fear I must be back at my
office on Monday. My partner writes that he is very busy.”
“Then you will go on Saturday—the day after tomorrow, I suppose? If
so—may I travel with you?”
“Certainly,” I said. And as she had not booked a sleeping-berth on
the Interlaken-Boulogne express, I promised that I would see after it
during the afternoon.
Later that day I found that Audley had left her with only about a
hundred francs, and she was compelled to allow me to settle her
hotel bill.
As we came up into the hall after dinner the concierge handed
Thelma a note, saying—“Mr. Ruthen has left, miss, and he asked me
to give you this!”
She held it in her hand for a second, and then, after glancing at me,
moved away and tore it open.
The words she read had an extraordinary effect upon her. Her face
went as white as the paper, and she held her breath, her eyes
staring straight before her. Then she crushed the flimsy paper in her
hand.
She reeled against a small table, and would have fallen had she not,
with a supreme effort, recovered herself, and quickly stood erect
again.
“Forgive me, Mr. Yelverton,” she managed to ejaculate. “I’m not
feeling very well. Excuse me, I—I’ll go to my room!”
And she turned and ascended the stairs, leaving me astonished and
mystified.
What, I wondered, did that farewell note contain.
I saw her no more till next day. She sent me a message by the
chambermaid to say that she was not coming down again and I
passed the evening gossiping with Major Burton and two other
“bobbing” enthusiasts.
By this time I had pretty thoroughly wearied of the eternal round of
pleasure. Thelma’s obvious distress and the extraordinary mystery
into which I had stumbled occupied all my thoughts and I could no
longer take the slightest pleasure in the gay life which seethed and
bubbled around me. It was therefore with a feeling of genuine relief
that I found myself at last in the restaurant car of the Boulogne
express, slowly leaving Interlaken for the long night run across
France by way of Delle and Rheims. Already we had left behind us
the crisp clear air of the mountains. The snow everywhere was half
melted and slushy and the train pushed its way onward through a
dense curtain of driving sleet.
We ate our dinner amid a gay crowd of holiday makers returning, not
only from Mürren but from Grindelwald, Wengen, Adelboden,
Kandersteg, and other winter sports centres. The talk was gay and
animated, merry laughter resounded through the long car. Yet
Thelma sat pale, silent and nervous and her tired eyes told their own
tale of sleeplessness and anxiety. She gave me the impression that
she had been crushed by some sudden and unexpected shock and
though more than once I fancied she was on the edge of confiding in
me, she remained almost dumb and was clearly disinclined to talk.
We arrived at Victoria on Sunday afternoon and I drove with her in a
taxi to Charing Cross. On the way she suddenly seized my hand and
looking straight into my eyes said—
“I really do not know how to thank you, Mr. Yelverton, for all your
great kindness towards me. I know I have been a source of great
worry to you—but—but—” she burst into tears without concluding the
sentence.
I drew her towards me and strove to comfort her, declaring that I
would continue to act as her friend and leave no stone unturned in
my efforts to trace Stanley.
At last, as we went down the Mall, she dried her eyes and became
more tranquil. We were approaching the terminus whence she was
to travel to Bexhill.
“Now—tell me truthfully,” I said to her at last, “do you, or do you not,
know where Stanley is?”
She started, her lips parted, and she held her breath.
“I—I deceived you once, Mr. Yelverton. I—I did once know where he
was. But I do not now.”
“Then you wish me to discover him?” I asked.
“Yes. But—but, I fear you will never succeed. He can never return to
me—never!”
“Never return to you? Why? Was he already married?” I gasped.
“No. Not that. Not that! I love Stanley, but he can never come back to
me.”
The taxi had stopped, and a porter had already opened the door. I
asked her to explain, but she only shook her head in silence.
Ten minutes later, I grasped her hand in farewell, and she waved to
me as the train moved off to the pleasant little south-coast resort
where her mother was living. Thelma Audley’s was surely a sad
home-going.
Back in my rooms high-up in gray and smoky Russell Square, I
found old Mrs. Chapman, with her pleasant face and white hair, had
prepared everything for my comfort. The night was cold and rainy,
and the London atmosphere altogether depressing and unpleasant
after that bright crisp climate of the high Alps.
I looked through a number of letters which had not been sent on and,
after a wash, ate my dinner, Mrs. Chapman standing near and
gossiping with me the while. My room was warm and cozy, and with
the familiar old silhouettes and caricatures upon its walls, the side-
board with some of the Georgian plate belonging to my grandfather,
and a blazing fire, had that air of homelike comfort, which is always
refreshing after hotel life.
After I had had my coffee, and my trusted old servant had
disappeared, I threw myself into my big arm chair to think over the
amazing tangle in which I had allowed myself to become involved.
Was I falling in love with Thelma—falling in love foolishly and
hopelessly with a girl who was already married? I tried hard to
persuade myself that my feeling towards her was nothing but a deep
and honest affection, born of her sweet disposition and the queer
circumstances that had thrown us together. Stanley Audley,
whatever the explanation of his amazing conduct might be, had
trusted me and I fought hard in my own mind against a temptation
which I realized would, in normal circumstances, be a gross betrayal
of confidence. I had been brought up in a public school where “to
play the game” was the one rule of conduct that mattered and
hitherto I had prided myself on my punctiliousness in all the ordinary
matters of life. Was I to fail utterly in the first great temptation that life
had brought me?
I could not disguise from myself, try how I would, that even an
honest admiration for Thelma had its perils. As Dr. Feng had said, it
was dangerous. We were both young. I had hitherto escaped heart-
whole, Thelma was not only more than ordinarily beautiful but she
possessed a degree of charm and fascination—for me, at any rate—
that was well-nigh irresistible.
For a long time I paced my room in indecision. To act as Dr. Feng
had suggested would be to break off our acquaintanceship, treating
it merely as the passing incident of a pleasant holiday. But that, I
argued, was impossible. I had promised Audley to look after his wife
when everything seemed plain and straightforward: to desert her
now when she was clearly in difficulty and distress was unthinkable.