THE RETURN TO ENGLAND 



answer : " Practically nothing." That's where my 

 chance came in. They should have a big trade out 

 there, I convinced them. I have mentioned that 

 when, many years before, I was with Mr Tegg in the 

 publishing business he thought he might " mix it," 

 and dabbled in albums, purses and other things. I 

 had learnt the difference between morocco, calf, 

 russia and other leathers. This was useful. 



The salary in the new job was so small that there 

 was a bit of diffidence in telling my father how much 

 it was; still, there was a good commission in sight. 

 I hustled round and got hold of a few good Australian 

 houses, and convinced them that I had the stuff they 

 could sell — I knew the colonial taste. It began to 

 move, and a living was soon an accomplished fact. 

 It was the beginning of a long run and the knowledge 

 of a phase of a big manufacturing business. 



Step by step the position was improved, and there 

 was deep satisfaction at being the inventor of new 

 designs, styles, etc. All this time I was in touch with 

 publications, but only to keep my hand in. Changes 

 took place, and with the retiring of the late Moritz 

 Wolfsky from the firm he founded in Tudor Street 

 I was a necessity to keep the show going, in that big 

 place, with a great business. It was strange that some 

 years later I should go within a stone's-throw to the 

 Daily Express in the same street. 



I have loved business, yet I have hated it. The 

 delight of new designs and ideas is like the planning of 

 a new feature in a newspaper. I liked the staff and 

 the opportunity for holidays. A bank holiday was a 

 vacation, not an extra busy day, and Sunday was a 

 rest cure, not a nightmare, as it has been occasionally. 

 In Paris, later, it was my busiest day, and on a daily 

 paper it has been hard labour ; yet I hate business for 



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