From Joseph Weil's narrative :
During this time, I met a beautiful girl. I called on her regularly
and, before long, we were engaged to be married.
One day I took her to meet my folks. My mother looked her over
and approved. She called me to one side.
"Joe," Mother whispered, "she is a beautiful girl. But she is a
girl for a rich man. She should not be a poor man's wife."
"And I'm not going to be a poor man!" I replied. "I will give her
everything she wants."
Having seen my parents struggle for their existence — my mother
got up at five in the morning to open the store — I knew that such
a life was not for me. Further, I had seen how much more money
was being made by skulduggery than by honest toil.
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