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Updated: July 18, 2025
"You got me.... Though the fellows usually call me 'Eddie' Julius Edward Schwirtz is my full name my father was named Julius, and my mother's oldest brother was named Edward my old dad used to say it wasn't respectful to him because I always preferred 'Eddie' old codger used to get quite het up about it.
Peaceful as reapers singing on their homeward path now seemed the teasing voices of men and girls as, in a group, they waited for the elevator at five-thirty-five. The cheerful, "Good-night, Mrs. Schwirtz!" was a vesper benediction, altogether sweet with its earnest of rest and friendship. Tranquillity she found when she stayed late in the deserted office. Here no Schwirtz could reach her.
Apparently her wifely respect was not generally shared in the paint business. At least Mr. Schwirtz did not soon get his new position. The manager of the hotel came to the room with his bill and pressed for payment. And after three weeks after a night when he had stayed out very late and come home reeking with perfume Mr.
Yessir, by golly! teetotally plumb forgot me. I guess I won't get over that slam for a while." "Now that isn't fair, Mr. Schwirtz; you know it isn't it's almost dark here on the porch, even with the lamps. I couldn't really see you. And, besides, I did recognize you I just couldn't think of your name for the moment."
Sidney and his partner to lunch but they were brief lunches. She was busy, she said, and she had no time to "drop in at their office." When Mr. The very roughness which, in Mr. Schwirtz, had abraised her, interested her in Mr. Sidney. She knew better now how to control human beings.
She was fascinated by a comparison of her four average citizens four men not vastly varied as seen in a street-car, yet utterly different to one working with them: Schwirtz, the lumbering; Troy Wilkins, the roaring; Truax, the politely whining; and Bob Sidney, the hesitating. The negotiations seemed to arrive nowhere.
Una had been trained, perhaps as much by enduring Mr. Schwirtz as by pleasing Mr. S. Herbert Ross, to be firm, to say no, to keep Mr. Truax's sacred rites undisturbed. She did not conventionally murmur, "Mr. Truax is in a conference just now, and if you will tell me the nature of your business " Instead, she had surprising, delightful, convincing things for Mr.
Sanford was very proud, very eager as host, and his boyish admiration of all his guests gave a certain charm to the corner of the crude German sausage-and-schnitzel restaurant where they lunched. Una worked at making the party as successful as possible, and was cordial to Mr. Julius Edward Schwirtz, the paint salesman. Mr.
Schwirtz did not make the revelation of his tragedy an excuse for trying to stir her to passion. But he had taken and he held her hand among the long grasses, and she permitted it. That was all. He did not arouse her; still was it Walter's dark head and the head of Walter's baby that she wanted to cradle on her breast. But for Mr.
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