"Let us say no more about it." And he
made an awkward effort to talk Zionism again
CHAPTER III THE real-estate "boom" which had seized upon the
five Ghettos of Greater New York a few years before was still
intoxicating a certain element of their population. Small
tradesmen of the slums, and even working-men, were investing
their savings in houses and lots. Jewish carpenters, house-painters,
bricklayers, or instalment peddlers became builders of tenements
or frame dwellings, real-estate speculators. Deals were being
closed, and poor men were making thousands of dollars in less
time than it took them to drink the glass of tea or the plate of
sorrel soup over which the transaction took place. Women, too,
were ardently dabbling in real estate, and one of them was Mrs.
Chaikin, the wife of my talented designer
Tevkin was not the first broker to offer me a "good thing" in real
estate.
Attempts in that direction had been made before and I had warded
them all off
Instinct told me not to let my attention be diverted from my regular
business to what I considered a gamble.
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