“F-f-fine,” says he. “That’s a starter. I didn’t really f-f-figger you’d get any, first time out. Bet you get to be the best advertisin’-getter in the office.”
Maybe he didn’t mean it, and maybe he was saying it just to make me feel good, but anyhow it was a good idea. If he’d growled and acted disappointed, most likely it would have taken the heart out of me, so that next time I’d have done worse. But as it was I felt, somehow, like I could go out and get a whole basketful of ads. now. That was Mark Tidd’s way of doing things. He knew how to manage fellows and how to get the most work out of them. I’ll bet you that some day he’s one of the biggest business men there is. I don’t mean big just because he’s such a whopper, but important.
I told him about the row between Pawl and Giddings, and he laughed till the fat on his cheeks wabbled like a dish of jelly. Then he got sober and began tugging his ear.
“Come on, Binney,” says he.
“Where?” says I.
“Out to git some b-b-business,” Says he.
I went following along till he came to Pawl’s Emporium and was turning in.
“Hey,” says I, “what you goin’ in here for? He’s too mad to sell things, let alone buyin’ advertisin’ space.”
“Maybe,” says Mark. “Let’s try, anyhow.”
So in we went. Mr. Pawl was behind the counter, walking up and down like a wolf in a circus cage, and every little while he would up with his fist and bang it down with all his might. I guess he imagined he was smashing Giddings.