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Kuzma Vassilyevitch grinned and blushed to his ears. "I shall call you: lovely Emilie!" "No, no! You must call me: Mein Schatzchen, mein Zuckerpuppchen! Repeat it after me." "With the greatest pleasure, but I am afraid I shall find it difficult...." "Never mind, never mind. Say: Mein." "Me-in." "Zucker." "Tsook-ker." "Puppchen! Puppchen! Puppchen!" "Poop ... poop.... That I can't manage.
That being so, I'm certainly not going to associate myself with that sort of thing in another field. Ban, I've made the management refuse Zucker admittance to the theater. And he gave the play a wonderful send-off, as you know. Of course, Tertius would have him do that." Rising, Banneker walked over and soberly shook the girl's hand. "Betty, you're a fine and straight and big little person.
"Of course, the managers understand that one good turn deserves another, and I ain't the man to roast a friend that helps me out. I started the scheme in Boston and doubled the theater revenue of my paper there in a year." "I'm immensely interested," confessed Banneker. "But what is your idea in coming to me about this?" "Big stuff, Mr. Banneker," answered the earnest Zucker.
Zucker to manifest his presence to Banneker through a line asking for an interview, written in a neat, small hand upon a card reading: The Patriot Special Theatrical Features E. Zucker, Representative. Mr. Zucker, being sent for, materialized as a buoyant little person, richly ornamented with his own initials in such carefully chosen locations as his belt-buckle, his cane, and his cigarettes.
I'm proud to know you. And I'm ashamed of myself that I can do nothing. Not now, anyway. Later, perhaps...." "No, I suppose you can't," she said listlessly. "But you'll be interested in seeing how the Zucker system works out; a half-page ad. in the Sunday edition gets a special signed and illustrated feature article, a quarter-page only a column of ordinary press stuff.
There is gold enough in each one, to make the company rich. Now this way! Directly behind the city-hall lies the Zucker Canal. There live stiff-necked people, who dine off of silver every day. Notice the street!" Then he led him back to the square, and continued "The streets here all lead to the quay. Do you know it? Have you seen the warehouses? Filled to the very roof!
Well, since he was doing it ... Poor child! But she must have her coffee. By the time she was dressed he tapped again and brought in the tray with coffee, bread and jam on it. Setting it down, he looked it over with an anxious face. "Zucker," he said, and disappeared to fetch it.
It was Mr. Haring brought me on here; I'm a special departmental manager in the advertising department." "Your card would hardly give the impression. It suggests the news rather than the advertising side." "I'm both," stated Mr. Zucker, brightly beaming. "I handle the criticism and the feature stuff on salary, and solicit the advertising, on a percentage. It works out fine."
Over it hang the Zucker hills, out of whose bowels they draw something that is hard, white, and sparkling, but sweet as that moisture which the ancients gathered out of the reeds which grew in Arabia and the Indies. You shall find few people here, who are grown up, but what have lost their teeth, and have stinking breaths.
He was, he explained, injecting some new and profitable novelties into the department of dramatic criticism. "Just a moment," quoth Banneker. "I thought that Allan Haslett had come on from Chicago to be our dramatic critic." "Oh, he and the business office didn't hit it off very well," said little Zucker carelessly. "Oh! And do you hit it off pretty well with the business office?" "Naturally.
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