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A small commercial organization was formed to build and exploit the apparatus, and the shops at Menlo Park laboratory were assisted by the little Bergmann shop in New York.
The proposal is preposterous." Mr. Satan rose from his chair. "In that case, madam," he said, "I have the honour to wish you a good afternoon." "Stop a moment," said Mrs. Bergmann, "I don't see why we shouldn't arrive at a compromise.
To Sigmund Bergmann, who had worked previously with Edison on telephone apparatus and phonographs, and was already making Edison specialties in a small way in a loft on Wooster Street, New York, was assigned the task of constructing sockets, fixtures, meters, safety fuses, and numerous other details. Thus, broadly, the manufacturing end of the problem of introduction was cared for.
Thou hast done well these last months, and I have hopes of thee. As the great Bergmann seldom praised his pupils, these words filled Nat's soul with pride and joy, and he worked yet more diligently than before to fulfil his master's prophecy.
Bergmann, said Epstein, 'how much for the lot? 'Epstein, said Bergmann, 'you have cheated me, and I will no longer sell by the lot, but will sell only by the pound. No amount of argument would apparently change Bergmann's determination to sell by the pound, but finally Epstein got up to $250 for the lot, and Bergmann, appearing as if disgusted, accepted and made him count out the money.
He sat down near the tea-table opposite Mrs. Bergmann, holding his top hat, which had a slight mourning band round it, in his hand. "I understand, madam," he spoke with an even American intonation, "you wish to be supplied with a guest who will make all other luncheon-parties look, so to speak, like thirty cents." "Yes, that is just what I want," answered Mrs.
Everybody has heard of Shakespeare, more or less, and I expect he'd get on with everybody, and wouldn't feel offended if I asked Alfred Austin or some other poet to meet him. Can you get me Shakespeare?" "Certainly," said Mr. Satan, "day and date?" "It must be Thursday fortnight," said Mrs. Bergmann. "And what, ah er your terms?" "The usual terms," he answered.
"One day as a joke I filled three or four sheets of foolscap paper with a jumble of figures and told Bergmann they were calculations showing the great loss of power from blowing the factory whistle. Bergmann thought it real, and never after that would he permit the whistle to blow."
I should not trouble you for accurate information on the subject; I should not even mind saying the cuckoo lays eggs in its own nest if it suited the dramatic situation." The whole of this conversation was torture to Mrs. Bergmann. "Shakespeare," said Lady Hyacinth, "had a universal nature; one can't help thinking he was almost like God."
He took me on his horse before him and we rode away among the knights. He held me close and I went to sleep that way, and didn't wake up till I got home." "Rubbish!" cried Fritz Bergmann. "Fairy tales! How did you come from the quarries to my wagon?" "The Prince brought me," said Lena, confidently.
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