Fred Sheinbaum

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Fred Sheinbaum,  Filthy Rich

“ It was time for him to retreat, as gracefully as possible, to his study and the latest issue of Consumer's Guide.
Which he did.
At a quarter of seven J.L. tottered into his living room. He was fully dressed except for a bright red sash hanging slack, like a sail in the doldrums, just brushing the tops of his patent leather shoes.
Dressing was a nerve-jarring, thirst-making business. He was in full sympathy with the need for changing men's styles so frequently, but those overpaid designers could surely dream up easier outfits to get into.
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Source: Gutenberg

Fred Sheinbaum,  Filthy Rich

“ He wore spectacles with heavy black frames when almost everyone used disposable contact lenses. His suits were at least a month behind the current style. And with all those young men to choose from, Glory picked him to ask to dinner that evening.
Glory had been taught to respect the might of the dollar and the disaster that comes of not spending it. She was a credit to her family; a sound, patriotic consumer. She could spend money faster, more sensibly than any of her frivolous friends. One fortunate young man would find her an excellent wife.
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Source: Gutenberg

Fred Sheinbaum,  Filthy Rich

“ Style is style, but leave something to the imagination. They can't be using up much fabric with a number like that."
"See, Mom. Didn't I tell you exactly what he'd say? Daddy is so mid-century. Aren't you, Darling?"
"Glory, at the risk of seeming ... ah ... mid-century, I think you owe your mother and myself some information about this person you've asked to dinner."
"What kind of information? You've met him," she said. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes, I've met him. What is his background? What does he work at? What kind of a consumer is he?"
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Source: Gutenberg

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