He opened another envelope and scanned the enclosed missive.
"This sounds good to me, Abe," he said, and handed the letter to his partner. It read as follows:
| 4042 Prospect Ave., September 18/08. | |
| Messrs Potash & Perlmutter, | |
| Gents:—Seeing your ad in todays Record and in reply would beg to state am a first class, womansouter garment salesman selling only to the high class trade. Was forthree years with one of the largest concerns in the trade traveling tothe coast and making Tooson, Denver, Shyenne and Butte, selling the besthouses in Frisco, Portland, Seattle, Los Angles, Fresno &c. &c.&c. Am all for business and can give A 1 references. At present amunnattached but expect quick action as am neggotiating with one of thelargest speciality houses in the trade. Ask no favors of nobody butresults will show. | |
| Yours truly | |
| Marks Pasinsky. | |
"By jimminy!" Abe cried after he had finished reading the letter. "That's the feller we want to hire it, Mawruss. Let's write him to call."
It would hardly be violating Marks Pasinsky's confidence to disclose that he held himself to be a forceful man. He never spoke save in italics, and when he shook hands with anyone the recipient of the honor felt it for the rest of the day. Abe watched Morris undergo the ordeal and plunged his hands in his trousers' pockets.
"And this is Mr. Potash," Pasinsky cried, releasing his grip on Morris and extending his hand toward Abe.
"How d'ye do?" Abe said without removing his hands. "I think I seen you oncet before already in Mandleberger Brothers & Co., in Chicago."
"I presume you did," Marks Pasinsky replied. "Ed Mandleberger and me married cousins. That is to say, my wife's mother's sister is a sister-in-law to a brother of Ed Mandleberger's wife's mother."
"Huh, huh," Abe murmured. "Do you know Simon Kuhner, buyer for their cloak department?"
Marks Pasinsky sat down and fixed Abe with an incredulous smile.