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"Them suckers only made that kick because they thought they couldn't sell nothing in wet weather. Any other kicks, Mawruss?" "Yes," Morris replied shortly. Abe looked up. "Louis Feinholz!" he gasped. Morris nodded and handed Abe a letter. GENTS: Your shipment of this date arrived and we must say we are surprised at the goods which you sent us.
How long do you think it would take her to finish 'em up, Mawruss?" The far-away look returned to Morris' eyes as he replied. "I am waiting for a telephone every minute, Abe," he said. Abe stared indignantly at his partner, then he took a cigar out of his waistcoat pocket and handed it to Morris. "Go and sit down and smoke this, Mawruss," he said.
"I hope it was a nice one, Mawruss," Abe went on "I hope it was a real nice one. I'm sorry now, Mawruss, we didn't spend fifty dollars. That would have made it an even seven hundred, instead of only six hundred and seventy-five, that Hyman Maimin owed us." "What d'ye mean?" cried Morris. "I don't mean nothing, Mawruss nothing at all," Abe said, with ironical emphasis.
I am going to look that feller up, Mawruss, and I bet yer when I get through, Mawruss, we would sooner be selling goods to some of them cut-throats up in Sing Sing already." At three o'clock Minnie entered swathed in veils and a huge fur coat. "Well, Abe," she said, "did you hear the latest? We are going to move to Johnsonhurst." "I wish you joy," Abe grunted.
Two hours later he returned to the store, for he had seized the opportunity of visiting some of the firm's retail trade while uptown, and when he came in he found Abe sorting a pile of misses' reefers. "Well, Mawruss," Abe cried, "you look worried." "I bet you I'm worried, Abe," he said. "You and your wife's relations done it. Two thousand dollars thrown away in the street.
And so, if he wants to sell his house so cheap there's lots of real-estaters what know a bargain in houses when they see it. We don't, Mawruss. We ain't real-estaters. We're in the cloak and suit business, and why should Harris Rabin be looking for us to buy his house?" "He ain't looking for us, Abe," Morris went on. "That's just the point.
"Well, Miss Smith, you should take that sixty dollars and keep it, because, Mawruss, on the way over I sold Moe Griesman fifty garments of that there style of yours at forty dollars apiece." "You don't say so!" Morris cried. "You don't say so!
Again the door banged explosively, and Mr. Cohen was gone. For ten minutes there was an awed silence in the sample room. At length Abe looked at his partner with a sickly smile. "Well, Mawruss," he said, "you made a nice mess of it, ain't you?" Morris was too stunned to reply. "That's what comes of not minding your own business," said Abe.
"Sometimes it pays to be sick. Ain't it?" "Never no more, Mawruss," said Abe Potash to his partner as they sat in the show-room of their spacious cloak and suit establishment one week after Abe's return from Pittsburgh. "Never no more, Mawruss, because it ain't good policy.
"That's so, Mawruss," Abe murmured, as though this phase of the matter had just occurred to him for the first time. "Maybe Goldman is right, Abe," Morris replied. "Maybe if we took it the loft Slotkin would call off the strike." "After all, Mawruss," Abe said, "the loft ain't a bad loft, Mawruss.
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