East London . t-day; allthe shops are open; the streets are occupied by a triple lineof stalls, on which are exposed for sale all kinds of things,but chiefly garments — coats and trousers. There is amighty hubbub of those who chaffer and those who offer andthose who endeavor to attract attention. You will see ayoung fellow mounted on a pair of wooden steps, brandish-ing something to wear; with eloquence convincing, with ges-ture and with action, he declares and repeats and assures thepeople of the stoutness of the material and the excellenceof the work. The crowd moves slowly along, it listens
East London . t-day; allthe shops are open; the streets are occupied by a triple lineof stalls, on which are exposed for sale all kinds of things,but chiefly garments — coats and trousers. There is amighty hubbub of those who chaffer and those who offer andthose who endeavor to attract attention. You will see ayoung fellow mounted on a pair of wooden steps, brandish-ing something to wear; with eloquence convincing, with ges-ture and with action, he declares and repeats and assures thepeople of the stoutness of the material and the excellenceof the work. The crowd moves slowly along, it listens criti-cally; this kind of thing may become monotonous; the ora-tory of the salesman, in order to be effective, continually re-quires new adjectives, new metaphors, new comparisons;among the crowd are other professors of the salesmans rhet-oric. They know the tricks, they have learned the art. Onewonders how many such fervid speeches this young man hasto make before he effects a single sale. We need not pity.
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