They
treated me with ill-concealed contempt, and I would retaliate by
overstating my sales. One of the drummers who were fond of
taunting me was an American by birth, a fellow named Loeb
"Well, Levinsky," he would begin. "Had a big day, didn't you?"
"I certainly did," I would retort.
"How much? Twenty-five thousand?" "Well, it's no use trying to
be funny, but I've pulled in five thousand dollars to-day." "Is that
all?"
"Well, if you don't believe me, what's the use asking? What good
would it do me to brag? If I say five thousand. it is five thousand.
As a matter of fact, it 'll amount to more." Whereupon he would
slap his knee and roar
He was a good-looking, florid-faced man with sparkling black
eyes--a gay, boisterous fellow, one of those who are the first to
laugh at their own jests. He was connected with the largest house
in the cloak trade. Our relations were of a singular character. He
was incessantly poking fun at me; nothing seemed to afford him
more pleasure than to set a smokerful of passengers laughing at
my expense.
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