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Early days in Los Angeles



           The  boat  trip  took  us  five  days,  and  was  a  real  honeymoon  to
        Fannie, although we had to travel yet another four days on the train
        to  Los  Angeles,  where  we  arrived  on  May  the  tenth.  My  brother
        Benjamin met us at the Southern Pacific station on Fifth Street. He
        had been there six months already, and like a scout he had reported
        on conditions there—but he was a poor reporter, as I have said. The
        most he had written was that I would come and get in business and
        make a living. I expected him to appear neat and clean when meeting
        his just-married brother and his new bride on a Sunday in May, but
        what a pitiful picture he presented: dressed in old rags, an old cap,
        and torn shoes with laces of wrapping twine.
           It has always been my misfortune—and their good fortune—that
        others have been able to manipulate me and cash in on my efforts. I
        never borrowed money or asked  for  support from  others,  and got
        along  the  best  a  man  could  with  as  little  as  he  needed  to  sustain
        himself.  It  was  said  by  one  of  our  old  sages,  “Better  to  skin  a
        decomposed animal in public for a living and avoid charity.” Another
        sage said, “Make thy Sabbath like weekdays and do not ask help from
        others.”  The  few  people  I  have  come  in  contact  with  have  always
        been  deceived,  judging  me  to  be  well-supplied  with  funds  and,
        naturally,  either  wanted  to  borrow  or  criticized  my  simplicity  of
        living. To be considered a miser, hoarding my money, was never felt
        by me as an insult; I just laughed inwardly and could see very well the
        intentions of the person who was so disappointed with my way of
        living. My own brother had the same idea about me, and wanted me
        to come to Los Angeles so he might get a lift from me. And he could
        not be blamed as merely an envious brother, for he certainly was in
        bad circumstances when I arrived.
           But he was not to blame for our situation; at the time, there was
        an  economic  crisis  in  this  country.  Teddy  Roosevelt  had  become
        president,  and  some  of  the  bankers  were  not  satisfied  with  him,
        considering him a liberal—which he was far from being, and proved
        it  in  many  ways  after  he  was  in  office.  He  condemned  a  few  big

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