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"Say, lookyhere, Kirschner," Louis Kleiman called from his office; "leave the girl alone, can't you? She's got enough to do tending to our business." "I'm only asking her if she has any word for me," Max replied. "I don't care what you are asking her," Kleiman said as he came out of his office to confront Max. "You are acting altogether too fresh around here, Kirschner.
"Well, maybe they do and maybe they don't, Mawruss; but twenty years is a long time to remember things, Mawruss, and when a feller draws big wages like Max Kirschner he's got to turn in the orders, Mawruss otherwise past favours is nix." Morris nodded.
Green," he said, "because I'm all the folks there are." "Oh, sure," Mrs. Green hastened to say. "I remember now; you never got married." "Why, how do you know that?" Sam asked. Mrs. Green nodded her head sideways in Sam's direction. "He don't never hear nothing, Mr. Kirschner," she said. "With me the women folks schmooses all the time; and you could take it from me, Mr.
"Some drummers is got diamonds and some is got bank accounts, but there's mighty few got both, Mawruss; and Max Kirschner ain't one of 'em. One thing you got to remember, Mawruss Max is an old man." "What are you talking nonsense! An old man!" Morris exclaimed. "Max is just turned sixty." "Sure, I know," Abe commented, "and for a drummer, that's awful old, Mawruss.
Moe shouted; "there's a couple of gentlemen here which would like to talk to you." He indicated a ruddy, clean-shaven person of approximately fifty years, who on closer inspection proved to be Max Kirschner shorn of his white moustache and without the attendant nimbus of his diamond pin.
By the way, I don't believe you have any idea how old I am have you, Peter? Guess." She was quick to note the return to his old manner. He was nervous with her, not sure of himself, and so not sure of her either. And she traded on it. At the stationery department she made eyes at a couple of officers, and insisted on examining Kirschner picture-postcards, some of which she would not show him.
"Business falls off something terrible with him, Mawruss; and the first thing you know, Mawruss, Klinger & Klein gets rid of him and them diamonds would got to come in handy before he finds another job." "Yow! Klinger & Klein would get rid of him!" Morris cried skeptically. "Max Kirschner ain't no ordinary drummer, Abe. There's a feller which he was born and raised on this side.
"Yes, Mawruss," Abe said, "we could get Max Kirschner; and, even if he would be a little kranklich oncet in a while, sometimes maybe he would be worth to us two thousand a year anyhow." "Two thousand a year!" Morris bellowed. "What the devil you are talking nonsense, Abe? We should give two thousand a year to a cripple like Kirschner!
"What d'ye mean, Moe Klein? I ain't talking about Moe Klein at all. I am talking about Max Kirschner, Mawruss. There's a feller which we give him for twenty years good wages, Mawruss, and what do we get for it? After he leaves us, Mawruss " "Left you?" Morris interrupted. "Why, I always thought you fired him." "Sure, we fired him," Sol continued.
Daniel was silent; he bit his lips, and looked down at the floor. She scolded him: “You are always your own worst enemy. Now be reasonable, Nothafft, I will send the money over at noon. If you have any left, you may pay it back.” Daniel went out, and gave the blustering furniture dealer his last ten-mark piece. Frau Kirschner had brought a flask of Tokay wine with her for Gertrude.
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