"Furthermore," he said, "I know a young feller by the name Milton Jassy which last year he makes two thousand dollars already from syncopating Had gadyo and calling it the "Wildcat Rag," and this year he is writing the music for a new show and I bet yer the least he makes out of it is five thousand dollars."
"Yow! Five thousand dollars!" Merech exclaimed. "Such people you hear about, but you oser see 'em."
"Don't you?" said the Tarrok player, drawing a cardcase from his breast pocket. "Well, you see one now."
He laid face upward on the table a card which read:
"THE SONGS YOU ALL SING"
MILTON JASSY
SIDDONS THEATRE BUILDING
ROOM 1400
"STUFF WITH A PUNCH"
| LAZY DAISY | EDDIE | |
| WILDCAT RAG | ALL ABOARD FOR SLEEPYTOWN |
For a brief interval Volkovisk, Rekower, and Merech regarded Jassy's card in silence.
"Well," Merech said at last, "what of it?"
Jassy shrugged and waved his hand significantly.
"Nothing of it," he said, "only your friend there is knocking popular music; and though I admit that I didn't got to go to the Wiener conservatory so as I could write popular music exactly, y'understand, still I could write sonatas and trios and quartets and even concerti and symphonies till I am black in the face already and I couldn't pay my laundry bill even."