Judge — November 4, 1916 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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“But or a presic or vice-president “Me?” questioned Markowitz shrugging his shoulders. “Do you think I want my business full with members and committees? on, I'll never have no kind of poli- tics by me. But that’s enough schmuesink. Get busy!” And Mar- kowitz entered his factory through the “No Admission” door. A few minutes later, a dignified middle-aged gentleman entered the office and in a confidential tone in- quired for Mr. Markowitz. Henry asked the nature of the caller's business, thus following the strict orders of his boss not to tell strangers of his where- abouts unless they came strictly on business. Upon being informed that Mr. Markowitz was wanted rding some shool or synagogue affairs, Henry promptly said that his em- ployer was not on the premises, and the visitor quictly de- parted, leaving his card with Henry. Five or ten minutes afterwards, Markowitz returned from the factory and was given the caller's card. “Where is he?” Markowitz inquired excitedly, “Is he gone? Why didn’t you call me, you schlemiel? Mr. Michael Marks! Mr. Michael Marks! The presi- dent from the big Orchard Street shool does me the honor to pay me a visit, and you tell him I’m out! Fool, did you ask him to sit down? did you speak with him with politenes: “How should I know who he asked Henry angrily. ‘‘He told me—— Told me, told me,” repeated Mar- kowitz mockingly. “If you wasn’t so busy looking at the picktches from Wil- son and Hughes what will be presidents away over in Washington, thousands of miles from here, and looked more at the presidents from your own neighborhood you wouldn't be such a lemech. He isa millionaire. Ten properties with small first mortgages on Division Street. Aten thousand dollar mortgage on—— “He didn’t come to give yo property!” broke in Henry. “Property he should give shouted Markowtiz. “But I bet you he wanted me to run for vice-president with him on the same ticket by the elec- tions to-morrow night. Oi! why did you tell him L ain't in? you dumkopf!” ’t it an honor,” maintained Henry, “to be a senator t from a shool? Wouldn't you love to be president “But ain’t you said before you don’t want notting but busi- ness by business?” demanded Henry. “Who said it—I?” cried Markowitz, jumping over to answer the telephone. “Yes, Mr. Marks—that’s Markowitz—how are you? Sorry I wasn’t in before—-I'll come over to see you if you want me—my Minnie feels fine, thank you, how’s Mrs. Marks?—I ain’t made up my mind yet, for who will you vote? Wilson or Hughes?—Going to make a new vice-president?—-What! that cutthroat Katz? —What can I do for you?—You want a what?—a w —a contribution? Fifty dollars for a new chendalier! Ain't it light enough in shool?—Business is rotten, notting but can- cellations—Sorry—I can’t afford a nickel even—excuse me, Mr. Marks, a big buyer from Chicago just came in, I must say—good-by!”” “Such a noive that man has got!” exclaimed Markowitz, turning to Henry. “Fifty dollars I should give him! Bothers me— me for notting during business hours.” s comes in again,” inquired Henry smiling, “If Mr. Mai “what should I do “Tell him I’m out!” retorted Markowitz as he banged the factory door behind him. ~ Joshua, I've brought you to this lecture expecting you to enjoy yourself. See that you do!” comicbooks.go!