United States or Cocos Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
His eyes gazed vacantly at the store door, which had just opened to admit the letter-carrier. "Suppose we do lose a couple of hundred dollars trade," he said at length; "one customer like Philip Hahn will make it up ten times, Mawruss." "Well, you'll lose him, too, Abe, if you don't look out," said Morris, who had concluded the reading of a typewritten letter with a scrawled postscript.
Abe shrugged his shoulders expressively in reply. "My worries where them fellers comes from, Mawruss!" he commented. "Because, when it comes right down to it, Mawruss, if a feller attends to his own business, Mawruss, and don't monkey with politics, y'understand, where could he make a better living than right here in New York, N. Y.?"
"Gussarow can stand it all right, Mawruss," Abe said reassuringly. "All he's got to do is to put it on the bill." "Well, if he put it on my bill, Abe," Morris replied, "he also put it on Rashkin's bill, because him and me bought the same building material all the way through, and I wouldn't pay no bills till I saw that Rashkin don't get charged less as I do."
For twenty minutes he remained firm in his resolve not to gratify his partner's curiosity; and then as Morris continued to whistle cheerfully over the sample-rack in the front of the loft, he returned to the showroom. "Yes, Mawruss," he said; "some fellers if they would do what I done with Felix Geigermann they wouldn't give their partner a minute's peace.
More than two weeks had elapsed since Gurin's wedding, and, making due allowances for honeymooning, it seemed to Morris that from an inspection of Mrs. Gladstein's stock, made by him on a congratulatory visit to Bridgetown, there was immediate need for replenishment. "I don't understand why we don't hear from them people at all," he said. "Give 'em a show, Mawruss. Give 'em a show," Abe replied.
Just a few minutes since in Hammersmith's I was telling Sol I got a partner which it is a credit and an honor for a feller to know he could always trust such a partner to do what is right and square and also, Mawruss, I Miss Cohen," he broke off suddenly, "you should draw right away another check in my personal book for a hundred dollars." "To whose order?" Miss Cohen asked.
"Why, Mawruss," he gasped, "it says here he is paying three thousand dollars for an Amati which he had in his possession for some time. That must be the very fiddle which he is playing on with Moe Rabiner." "My tzuris if it is oder it ain't," Morris commented. "What difference does that make to us, Abe?" Abe's face was white and large beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead as he replied.
"I come down on the subway with Max Linkheimer this morning, Mawruss," Abe Potash said to his partner, Morris Perlmutter, as they sat in the showroom one hot July morning. "That feller is a regular philantropist." "I bet yer," Morris replied. "He would talk a tin ear on to you if you only give him a chance. Leon Sammet too, Abe, I assure you.
We're going to fire that policy back on him, Abe, because I got it here a policy for ten thousand dollars which Rudy Feinholz just brought it me, Abe, and we are insured in a good American company, Abe, the Farmers and Ranchers' Insurance Company, of Arizona." Abe shrugged his shoulders. "Why should we insure it a stock of cloaks and suits by farmers and ranchers, Mawruss?" he asked.
Maybe we ain't so stylish like your Minnie, Mawruss; but if we don't have bumbums every day, we could put dill pickles into it!" "One moment," Morris protested. "I ain't saying anything about that bumbum dish, Abe.
Word Of The Day