POLATKIN& SCHEIKOWITZ CONSERVE THE HONOUR OF THEIR FAMILIES Nu, Philip, cried Marcus Polatkin to his partner, Philip Scheikowitz, as they sat in the showroom of their place of business one June morning, even if the letter does got bad news in it you shouldn’t take on so hard. When a feller is making good over here and the Leute im Russland hears about it, understand me, they are all the time sending him bad news. I got in Minsk a cousin by the name Pincus Lubliner, understand me, which every time he writes me, y’understand, a relation dies on him and he wants me I should help pay funeral expenses. You might think I was a Free Burial Society, the way that feller acts. Sure, I know, Philip replied as he folded the letter away; but this here is something else again. Mind you, with his own landlord he is sitting playing cards, Marcus, and comes a pistol through the window and the landlord drops dead. What have you got to do with the landlord? Polatkin retorted. "If it was your brother-in-law was killed that’s a difference matter entirely; but when a feller is a landlord im Russland, understand me, the least he could expect is that he gets killed once in a while
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