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President waives requirements for the military to receive home loans
His tone made me suspicious. âOf course youâll be there yourself.â âWell, Iâll
certainly try. What I called up about is âââ âWait a minute,â I interrupted.
âHow about saying youâll
come?â âWell, the fact is â the truthof the matter is that Iâm staying with
some people up here in Greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with
them to-morrow. In fact,thereâs a sort of picnic or something. Of course Iâll do my
very best to get away.â i hid an unrestrained âhuh!â and he must have
heard me, for he went on nervously: âWhat I called up about was a pair of shoes I left
there. I wonder if itâd be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see,
tennis shoes, and Iâm sort of helpless without them. My address is care of B. F.
âââ I didnât hear the rest of the name, because I hung up the
receiver. After that I felt a certain shame for Gatsby â one gentleman to whom
I telephoned implied that he had got what he deserved. However, that
was my fault, for he was one of those who used to sneer most bitterly at Gatsby on
the courage of Gatsbyâs liquor, and I should have known better than to
The morning of the funeral I went up to New York to see Meyer Wolfsheim; I
couldnât seem to reach him any other way. The door that I pushed open,
on the advice of an elevator boy, was marked âThe Swastika Holding Company, â and
at first there didnât seem to be any one inside. But when Iâd shouted âhelloâ
several times in
vain, an argument broke out behind a partition, and presently a lovely Jewess
appeared at an interior door and scrutinized me with black hostile eyes.
âNobodyâs in, â she said. âMr. Wolfsheimâs gone to Chicago.â The
first part of this was obviously untrue, for someone had begun to whistle âThe
Rosary,â tunelessly, inside. âPlease say that Mr. Carraway wants to see him.
â âI canât get him back from Chicago, can I?â
At this moment a voice, unmistakably Wolfsheimâs, called âStella!â from the
other side of the door.âLeave your name on the desk, â she said quickly.
give it to him when he gets back.â âBut I know heâs there.â She took a step
toward me and began to slide her hands indignantly up and down her hips.
âYou young men think you can force your way in here any time,â she scolded.
âWeâre getting sickantired of it. When I say heâs in Chicago,
heâs in Chicago.â I mentioned Gatsby. âOh â h!â She looked at me over again.
âWill you just â What was your name?â She vanished. In a moment Meyer Wolfsheim
in the doorway, holding out both hands. He drew me into his office, remarking in a
reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered me a
âMy memory goes back to whenI first met him, â he said. âA young major just out
of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war. He
was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he couldnât buy some
regular clothes. First time I saw him was when he come into Winebrennerâs
poolroom at .