He came back with the report that Mr. Even had been dead for
over four years. The news was a genuine shock to me. It was as
though it had come from my birthplace and concerned the death
of a half-forgotten relative. It stirred a swarm of memories; but, of
course, impressions and moods of this kind do not last long. I
received requests for donations from all sorts of East Side
institutions and I responded liberally. Mindels, the handsome
doctor, made me contribute twenty-five hundred dollars to a
prospective hospital in which he expected to be one of the leading
spirits
There was dining and wining. I was being toasted, complimented,
blessed
One of these dinners was given in my honor by my office
employees, salesmen, designers, and foremen. Bender, who
presided, told, in an elaborate and high-flown oration, of his
experiences as my school-teacher, of our walks after school hours,
and of our chance meeting a few years later
Loeb made a rough-and-ready speech, the gist of which was a joke
on the bottle of milk which I had spilled while in the employ of
Manheimer Brothers and which had led to my becoming a
manufacturer.
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