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"You could get into it all your machines and have a cutting-room and show-room and office besides." "That sounds pretty good, Abe," Morris commented. "Don't you think so, Abe?" Abe pulled off his coat with such force that he ripped the sleeve-lining. "What are you doing," he demanded, "making jokes with me?" "And it's only twenty dollars more a month as you're paying here," Slotkin concluded.
If it wasn't such a good loft, Mawruss, I would say it no, Mawruss, we shouldn't take the loft; but the loft is a first-class A Number One loft." "S'enough, Abe," Morris replied. "You don't have to tell it me a hundred times already. I ain't disputing it's a good loft; and so if Slotkin calls off the strike we take the loft." At this juncture the store door opened and Slotkin himself entered.
"Sure, we signed it," said Abe, "and we kept it, too. We pay 'em always union prices and we keep it union hours." "Prices and hours is all right," Slotkin said, "but in the agreement stands it you should give 'em a proper place to work in it." "Well," Morris cried, "ain't it a proper place here to work in it?" Slotkin shook his head. "As varking delegate I seen it already.
"It's a narrow street already. It should be on a wider street like Nineteenth Street." He paused to note the effect and Morris grunted involuntarily. "Also," Slotkin continued, "it needs it light on four sides, and two elevators." "And I suppose if we hire it such a loft, Slotkin," Abe broke in, "you will call off the strike." "Sure I will call it off the strike," he declared.
"To my sorrow, Abe," said Morris, "and if you was the inside man you would know it that if I told 'em they was working on a rush order they'd strike for more money already." "And yet, Mawruss, you ain't in favor of giving out our work by contractors," Abe cried as he walked away. The next morning Sam Slotkin was waiting in the show-room before Abe or Morris arrived.
"I was just talking to Wasserbauer, and he says he got it a friend what is a sort of a real-estater, a smart young feller by the name Sam Slotkin. He says if Slotkin couldn't find it us a couple of lofts, nobody couldn't." "I'm satisfied, Mawruss," Abe said. "If Slotkin can get us lofts we move, otherwise we stay here.
"Holy smokes!" he cried, as he opened the next envelope. "What's the matter?" Abe asked. "Is it a failure?" He had read his own letter and held it between trembling fingers as he inquired. "Look at this," Morris said, handing him a card. It was a fragment of cheap pasteboard and bore the following legend: PHILIP GOLDMAN SAM SLOTKIN Abe read the card and handed it back in silence.
"When you call it a strike on us this morning, that ain't got nothing to do with our taking the loft. We believe that, Slotkin; so go ahead and tell us something else." "It makes me no difference whether you believe it or you don't believe it, Mr. Potash," Slotkin went on. "All I got to say is that you signed it an agreement with the union; ain't it?"
"It would be my duty as varking delegate. I moost call it off the strike." "All right, then," Abe said; "call off the strike. We made up our mind we will take the loft." "You mean you will take such a loft what the union agreement calls for and which I just described it to you," Slotkin corrected in his quality of walking delegate. "That's what we mean," Abe replied.
So far we made it always a living here, Mawruss, and I guess we ain't going to lose all our customers even if we don't move; and that's all there is to it." Mr. Sam Slotkin was doubtless his own ideal of a well-dressed man.
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