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Morris closed his eyes as though he were making a conscientious effort to remember the exact amount. "Thirty dollars," he announced at last. "What!" Abe cried. "You stood there and let Sol Klinger buy for thirty dollars a present and we ourselves only spend ten? What for a piker are you anyway, Mawruss?" "What do you mean, what for a piker am I?" Morris said indignantly.
"Why, where does Hymie Salzman, designer for Sammet Brothers, and Charles Eisenblum, designer for Klinger & Klein, get their idees, Mawruss?" This was purely a rhetorical question, but as Abe paused to heighten the effect of the peroration, Morris undertook to supply an answer. "Them suckers don't get their idees, Abe," he said; "they steal 'em.
'Goetz von Berlichingen' had won its way into favor as a book for the reader. The dramatic works of Klinger, Lenz, Wagner and the like, were for the most part too extravagant and amorphous for representation, and Shakspere's day had not yet come.
Abe handed him a large cigar and, lighting the mate to it, puffed away complacently. "That was a pretty good order you got it from Prosnauer which Sol Klinger tells me about," he said. Mozart nodded sadly. "Looky here, Moe," Abe went on, "how much money do you need to move you?" Mozart lifted his eyebrows and shrugged hopelessly. "More as you would lend me, Potash," he said.
"Fixman told it me that if he had the money what Klinger sinks in one stock already, Abe, he could run a dozen oitermobiles. Sure, Fixman's got an oitermobile. With the money that feller makes, Abe, he's got a right to got on oitermobile. Klinger should be careful what he tells about people, Abe. The feller will get himself into serious trouble some day. He's all the time knocking somebody.
He even had made arrangements to sell his store in Dotyville and move over to Bridgetown, y'understand, and when he called the deal off the purchaser sues him for breach of contract yet." "But why should he get mad at Klinger?" Morris asked. "Klinger didn't do him nothing."
To be sure, Moe Griesman's defection had rankled, but Morris consoled himself with the maxim, "Business is business"; and when he met Sol Klinger in Hammersmith's restaurant during the first week of the spring buying season he greeted Sol cordially. His friendly advance, however, met with a decided rebuff. "What's the matter now, Sol?" Morris asked. Sol nodded his head slowly.
Let's hear your story first." Straightway Abe unfolded to B. Gans the tale of Marks Pasinsky's adventure with Mozart Rabiner and Arthur Katzen, and also told him how the orders based on Potash & Perlmutter's sample line had found their way into the respective establishments of Sammet Brothers and Klinger & Klein. "Well, by jimminy!" B. Gans commented, "that's just the story I got to tell it you.
Félicien Rops, Max Klinger, and Franz Stuck may be cited as illustrations. Apparently the devil has in modern times changed sex as well as custom and costume. Victor Hugo has said: “Dieu s’est fait homme; soit. Le diable s’est fait femme.” “Lucifer,” as well as the other stories which form the volume The Well of St.
"You are talking me black in the face on account I am spending ten dollars and now you are kicking I didn't spend thirty." "Did you tell me before that Sol Klinger buys a present?" Abe asked. "And furthermore, Mawruss, this wouldn't be the first time we are spending money to get business. Couldn't we afford to lay out thirty dollars if we want to?" "But, Abe " Morris began. "But nothing!"
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