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"I did," Morris said genially, "and he thought it would make a big hit in the trade." "Why, when did you seen it, Kleebaum?" Abe asked. "This morning on my way over to Lenox Avenue.
It's a nineteen-nine Pfingst, six cylinder roadster up to date and runs like a chronometer already." "Oh, an oitermobile!" Abe cried. "Excuse me, Mr. Kleebaum. Oitermobiles ain't in my line, Mr. Kleebaum. I'm satisfied I should know something about the cloak and suit business, Mr. Kleebaum. Now, here is a garment which me and Mawruss don't consider one of our leaders at all, Mr. Kleebaum.
"I sent Klein around there this morning, Abe," Klinger answered, "and Pfingst says if Kleebaum is good enough to marry his daughter, he's good enough for us to sell goods to, and certainly, Abe, you couldn't blame the old man neither." Abe nodded, and a moment later he rose to leave. "You shouldn't look so worried about it, Abe," Sol Klinger said. "Everybody is selling that feller this year."
"When a feller lives out in Johnsonhurst you must practically got to have an oitermobile, otherwise you are a dead one. And anyhow, Abe, couldn't I spend my money the way I want to?" "Sure, you could," Abe said. "But you didn't spend it the way you wanted to, Mawruss. Kleebaum got you to buy the oitermobile. Ain't it?" "Suppose he did, Abe? Kleebaum is a customer of ours. Ain't it?
For five minutes the proprietor figured on the back of an envelope. "Fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents," he said, and Abe and Morris staggered to the street, followed by their wives. Twenty minutes later Kleebaum and the chauffeur drew up in front of a road house. "Your blow," the chauffeur cried. Kleebaum nodded.
"I will do this thing to satisfy you, Abe," he said, "but I tell you right now, Abe, it ain't necessary, because Kleebaum is as good as gold, y'understand, and if you don't want to ship him the goods you don't have to." Abe grinned ironically. "How could you talk like that, Mawruss, when the feller is doing you a favor by selling you that oitermobile for twenty-one hundred dollars!" he said.
The page which contained the "Business Troubles" column was folded at the following news item: J. EDWARD KLEEBAUM, Minneapolis, Minn. The Wonder Cloak and Suit Store, J. Edward Kleebaum, Proprietor, was closed up by the sheriff under an execution in favor of Joseph Pfingst, who recovered a judgment yesterday in the Supreme Court for $5800, money loaned.
Abe asked. "Scared, Abe? Why should the feller be scared? Not only he wasn't scared yet, Abe, but he took up Kleebaum's offer for a ride down to Coney Island yet. Kleebaum said they'd be back by ten o'clock and so Klinger asks me to telephone over to Klein that he would be a little late this morning." "That's a fine way for a feller to neglect his business, Mawruss," Abe commented.
Abe Potash shouted as he burst into the show-room one Saturday afternoon in April. "I ain't deaf, Abe," Morris replied. "Who did you seen it?" "J. Edward Kleebaum from Minneapolis," Abe answered. Morris shrugged. "What d'ye want me to do, Abe?" he asked. Abe ignored the question. "He promised he would come in at two o'clock and look over the line," he announced triumphantly.
"That makes in all twenty-one hundred dollars' worth of goods," Kleebaum announced, "and if you think you could stand the pressure, Potash, I could smoke another cigar on you already." "Excuse me, Mr. Kleebaum!" Abe cried, producing another of his best cigars. "Much obliged," Kleebaum mumbled as he lit up. "And now, Abe, after business comes with me pleasure.
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