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Updated: June 12, 2025
Luck struck me the minute I turned in here. If you'll tell me where Schwartz lives, and where the hall is, and the church, and just anything else I can use, I'll go out and whoop up a page to beat the band." He was glowing with exultation. "I know I can do it. You've started me off." Munsberg and his wife began to warm. It was almost as though they had charge of the society page themselves.
Levy built the big entertainment- hall vhere the reception's goin' to be. It's decorated vith two thousand dollars' worth of bride roses an' lilies of de valley an' smilax. All de up-town places vas bought out, an' den Schwartz vent down Fift' Avenoo." The right moment had plainly arrived. "Say, Mr. Munsberg," Tembarom broke forth, "you're giving me just what I wanted to ask you for.
"Yes, I want something," Tembarom answered, " but it's nothing any one has to pay for. I'm only a newspaper man." He felt a glow of pride as he said the words. He was a newspaper man even now. "Don't let me stop you a minute. I'm in luck to get inside anywhere and sit down. Let me wait." Mrs. Munsberg read the Sunday papers and revered them. She also knew the value of advertisement.
When this was all over, Munsberg came back into the store, knocking his hands together and out of breath. "Dot's all right," he said. " It'll all be there plenty time. Vouldn't have fell down on that order for tventy-vive dollars. Dot temple on the cake was splendid. Joseph he done it fine." "He never done nothin' no finer," Mrs. Munsberg said. "It looked as good as anything on Fift' Avenoo."
Tembarom glanced at the boxes and packages standing about and at Munsberg, who had bent over his packing again. Here was an occasion for practical tact. "I've blown in at the wrong time," he said. "You're busy getting things out on time. I'll just wait.. Gee! I'm glad to be inside. I want to speak to Mr. Munsberg." Mr.
The wind's blowing a hundred miles an hour." A good-looking young woman, who was probably Mrs. Munsberg, was packing a smaller box behind the counter. Tembarom lifted his hat, and she liked it. "He didn't do it a bit fresh," she said later. "Kind o' nice." She spoke to him with professional politeness. "Is there anything you want?" she asked.
Munsberg, who was a little woman. The natural casualness of his way of jumping up to do the things prevented any suspicion of officiousness, and also prevented his waiting figure from beginning to wear the air of a superfluous object in the way. He waited a long time, and circumstances so favored him as to give him a chance or so.
Only trouble was they wanted you to eat and drink everything in sight, and they didn't quite like it when you couldn't get outside all the champagne they'd offer you." He broke into a big, pleased laugh. "When I went in and told Munsberg he pretty near threw a fit. Of course he thought I was kidding. But when I made him believe it, he was as glad as if he'd had luck himself.
There's society enough up-town to make a first-class page, and I shall be sick if I can't get on to it." He had begun to know his people. Munsberg was a good- natured, swaggering little Hebrew.
Munsberg, who was extremely busy, and even the modified shock upset his temper. "Vhere you goin'?" he cried out. "Can't you look vhere you're goin'?" Tembarom knew this was not a good beginning, but his natural mental habit of vividly seeing the other man's point of view helped him after its usual custom. His nice grin showed itself. "I wasn't going; I was coming," he said. "Beg pardon.
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