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Updated: June 21, 2025
'Phonzie, I telephones over to him this morning, 'thank God she's screened from the public or somebody would buy her for codfish balls." "Do you think there might be something over at the office for me? I've had some training for desk work, too." "Don't know. I always told you to put some nose into your voice. Let out, that's what they want in this business.
A spade may be a spade, but if you're a good salesman, you can put it on black velvet and sell it for a dessert-spoon any day in the week." "That's just what I'm saying, Phonzie, about you're knowing how. I needed just a fellow like you to show me how the swell trade has got to be blindfolded, and that the difference between a dressmaker and a modiste is about a hundred and fifty dollars a gown."
It's like having to live with a grin frozen on your face so you can't close your mouth." "I I just can't get over it, Phonzie, you forty! You five years older than me and me afraid thinking all along it was just the other way." "I had already shed my milk teeth before you were born, madam." "Whatta you know about that!" "Ask Gert.
Miss Gertie Dobriner entered first and, holding wide the door between them, Alphonse Michelson at the front wheels, they tilted the white carriage up the narrow staircase, their whispers floating through the gloom. "Easy there, Phonzie!" "There!" "Watch out!" "Whew! that was a close shave!" "Here, let me unlock the door. 'Sh-h-h!" "Don't go, Gert.
Come on in, and after the big show I'll send you home in a cab." "Nix! After a three-hour walk, a street-car will look good enough to me." "Well, then, come on in, just a minute, Gert. I want you to see the fun. What you bet she's asleep in the front room, sore as thunder, too? We'll sneak back and dump the kid in and wheel him in on her." "Aw no! I I got to go now, Phonzie."
In front of Seligman's florist shop, which occupied the ground floor of Madam Moores's dressmaking establishment, Alphonse Michelson paused for a moment in the flare of its decorative show-window and flecked at his hatband with sheer untried handkerchief. "Come on, Phonzie." "Coming, madam."
"Phonzie, ain't he ain't he the softest little darling! Gawd! how how she'll love to to be wheeling him!" His fingers fumbled with excitement and fell to strapping and buckling with a great show and a great ineffectually. "Here, help me let down the glass top." "'Sh-h-h-h! Every word carries in this flat." "Now!" "Now!" "You wheel him down and in on her, Gert."
I don't have to stay in a place where I'm not wanted; it's just because Phonzie " "We won't fuss about it, Gertie. I'm the last one to fall out with my help." Silence. "Did did Laidlaw order that trotteur model in plaid, Gert?" "No; she's coming back to-morrow." "To-day's the day to land an order." "She says that pongee we made her last spring never fit her slick enough between the shoulders.
"Of course if if you got a date with one of of the models or something." "I never said that, did I?" "Well, get that sponging idea out of your head, Phonzie. There's always plenty for two in my cupboard. Like I says the other night, what's the use being able to afford my little flat if I can't get some pleasure out of it?" "It sure looks good to this hall-room Johnnie."
A fellow like me 'ain't got the nerve to to go after a woman like you. A girl like Dodo or Gert is my size, but I'd be a swell dub trying to line up alongside of you, now wouldn't I?" Tears that were distilled in her heart rose to her eyes, dimming them. Her hand fluttered in among the plates and cups and saucers toward him. "Phonzie, I I " "You what?" "I I Aw, nothing."
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