Judge — November 25, 1916 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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COMING HOME FROM THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DANCE his head through the doorway. * Don’t forget to let me know so soon Mr. Glickstein comes. I expect him any minute. He's a ig buyer from L & M chain of stores and if I land him, it will be a big fish. It took me enough trouble and headaches to get him Oi, Henry, if you would only be a business man, what a big ch: you'd have in this business!” “Let me alone with your busi ness,’ remarked Henry emphati- cally. “Saturday. it’s good-bye.” And Markowitz shut the door be- hind him like a shot There soon breezed into the office a tall, jovial-looking indi vidual, who, wishing Henry a cheery “ Good Mornin, nquired for Mr. Markowitz and upon announcing himself as Mr. Glick stein, Henry called out his boss from the factory “Ah! Mr. Glickstein!” burst out Markowitz, as he ran to wards the newcomer, as if he was greeting an only son returning from the trenches. “Welcome! Welcome! Come right in the show-room where it’s more comfortable. This is the office. Here, smoke this cigar! Come this way please And they both disappeared behind the opaque glass door of the showroom Within a minute Markowitz dashed back into the office and rushing over to the astonished Henry whispered, “Hurry up! tell me quick, who ried California?” And upon receiving the desired information hurried back to his customer. He did not remain there long before he darted Quick, quick!” he inquired. “Is it the Red Sox what's playing Harvard?” O! No!” replicd Henry, as he explained to his im- patient brother-in-law about the baseball team and the scheduled football game. And scarcely a minute passed before the excited Markowitz was back to learn what was going on at The Winter Garden; to which query Henry promptly responded; and Markowitz left only to return again. This time he threw himself, exhausted, on the chair beside Henry, and, gesticulating wildly, rambled on. “I never saw such a customer. I talk to him skoits, and he talks sports, I made a couple excuses to run back and find things out from you. I show him everything but he buys notting like he ain’t interested. I show him No. 678 with the fancy fur trimmings around the back, he writes the price down in the note-book,and asks me what I think about Yale’s quarter back. I show him a stunner for $46.75, No. 711—a bargain what Katz is asking $53.50, he looks at it, and asks if the ‘Midnight s ing on? I talk about No. 863, a regular winner; I tell him, good for winter wear too; he examines it and asks my opinion about the champion he weight from the world. I make believe I ain't hoid him and he commences to look mad when I don’t answer. So I make an excuse that I got to see my bookkeeper for awhile, very important, and here [I am. Henry, if you want to save my life, come into the show-room and talk with him!” “ What are you going to do Saturday afternoon?” anxiously inquired Max Markowitz about five hours later as he was ating over several completely filled order blanks, carefully pinned together. “T think I'm going to quit.” replied Henry, smiling “Go on!” laughed back Markowitz. “We're going to a football game.” No Longer So Miss Yellowleaf—Are you in love with nature? He (always anxious to say the right thing)—I Yellowleaf, until | met you was. Miss One thing that’s the matter with Mexico is Mexicans. THE END OF PERFECT DAY Ccomicbooks.com