Part 34 (1/2)
”I don't doubt your word for a minute, Mr. Zapp,” Eschenbach went on; ”but it ain't what you wear which is counting so much, y'understand--it's what you do. Now you take them operators of yours, Mr. Zapp, and if they would play once in a while a game of baseball, _verstehst du mich_--especially this time of the year, Mr. Zapp--their health improves something wonderful.”
”Baseball!” Birsky exclaimed. ”And when do you suppose our operators gets time to _spiel_ baseball, Mr. Eschenbach?”
”They got plenty time, Mr. Birsky,” Eschenbach replied. ”For instance, in Adelstern's shop, Mr. Birsky, every lunch-hour they got the operators practising on the roof; while on Sundays yet they play in some vacant lots which Adelstern gets left on his hands from boom times already, up in the Bronix somewheres.”
”_Aber_ we got stuck _mit_ only improved property,” Birsky protested, ”on Ammerman Avenue, a five-story, twelve-room house _mit_ stores, which we bought from Finkman at the end of the boom times already, and which we couldn't give it away free for nothing even; and what for a baseball game could you play it on the roof of a new-law house on a lot thirty-three by ninety-nine?”
”Such objection is nothing, Mr. Birsky,” Eschenbach rejoined, ”because for five dollars a month the landlord here lets you use the roof lunch-hours; and for a start I would get Adelstern he should lend you his lots. Later you could get others, Mr. Birsky, because Mr. Adelstern ain't the only one which gets stuck from boom times _mit_ Bronix lots already. I bet yer there is hundreds of real-estate speculators which stands willing to hire vacant lots for baseball Sundays, and they wouldn't charge you more as a couple dollars, neither.”
”Well,” Birsky said, handing his visitor a cigar, ”maybe you are right, Mr. Eschenbach; but, anyhow, Mr. Eschenbach, we got here an elegant line of popular-price goods which I should like for you to give a look at.”
”I got plenty time to look at your line, Mr. Birsky,” Eschenbach a.s.sured him. ”I would be in town several days yet already; and before I go, Mr. Birsky, I would like to see it if Adelstern's idees would work out here.”
”_Aber_ we are running our society on our own idees, Mr. Eschenbach,”
Zapp said.
”Quite right, too,” Eschenbach agreed; ”but I don't mind telling you, Mr. Birsky, that Adelstern's baseball team is originally my idee, Mr.
Birsky--and if you don't mind, Mr. Birsky, I would like to look over your employees and see if I couldn't pick out nine good men.”
”For my part,” Birsky said, rising to his feet, ”you could pick out twenty, Mr. Eschenbach.”
Forthwith they proceeded to the rear of the loft, where the hundred odd members of the mutual aid society were engaged in the manifold employments of a cloak and suit factory, and the smiles and nods with which they greeted their treasurer rekindled in Birsky and Zapp the glow of virtue that to some degree had abated at Eschenbach's refusal to examine their sample line.
”You see, Mr. Eschenbach,” Birsky said proudly, ”what a good feeling the operators has for us. And you wouldn't believe how it shows in the work, too, Mr. Eschenbach. Our goods is elegant made up.”
”I don't doubt it,” Eschenbach said. ”Which of your operators do you consider is the strongest, Mr. Zapp?”
”Well,” Zapp replied, pointing to a broad-shouldered giant whose long black beard swept his torso to the waist, ”that feller over there, by the name Tzvee Margoninsky, is strong like a bull, Mr. Eschenbach. Last week he moves for us the safe from the show-room to the office like it would be an empty packing-case already.”
Eschenbach shook his head and smiled.
”_Mit_ one arm already,” he declared, ”a feller could better play baseball as _mit_ such a beard. What we must got to do is to pick out only fellers which looks more up to date.”
”Go ahead and use your own judgment, Mr. Eschenbach,” said Birsky; and thereat Jonas Eschenbach immediately selected three long-armed operators for outfielders. In less than half an hour he had secured the remainder of the team, including as pitcher I. Kanef, the s.h.i.+pping clerk.
”I seen worser material, Mr. Birsky,” Eschenbach said after he had returned to the showroom; ”so, if you would get these fellers up at Adelstern's lots on Northeastern Boulevard and Pelham Parkway on Sunday morning at ten o'clock, Mr. Birsky, I'll show 'em a little something about the game, understand me. Then on Monday morning I should be very glad to look over your sample line.”
”_Aber_, Mr. Eschenbach,” Birsky cried, ”why not look at it now?”
Eschenbach smiled enigmatically as he clasped Birsky's hand in farewell.
”Because, in the first place,” he said, ”I got an appointment downtown, Mr. Birsky; and, in the second place, lots of things could happen before Monday.”
”You shouldn't worry yourself, Mr. Eschenbach,” Birsky protested, ”them fellers would be up there all right.”
”If we got to pay 'em overtime even,” Zapp added as he conducted Eschenbach into the elevator, ”union rates.”
When Jonas Eschenbach arrived at Adelstern's vacant lots the following Sunday morning he was more than delighted with the size and enthusiasm of the gathering that awaited him. Practically all the members of Birsky & Zapp's working force were a.s.sembled, surging and gesticulating, round a little group composed of Birsky, Zapp, and Golnik.