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of three weeks, when I returned to the little German hotel and my friend, I was a full fledged painter with thirty dollars, which was more money than I had ever earned before.
My new found work was short-lived. Christian left town for a Western city and I, with my best friend gone, was no longer interested in the German hotel. I rented a small room near Cooper Union, in an entirely different part of New York.
WHERE HIS STUDY REALLY BEGAN
HPHEN I started hunting work as a painter. ' Conditions were hopeless; more than a year had passed since the great panic, and labor was still a drug on the market. I tramped the streets from early morning until the last shop closed, but I could not find employment. My little hall bed room was so unfriendly that I formed the habit of spending my evenings at Cooper Union. Here I first read of the mysteries of science and tried to reason out the phenomena of sound and light. "After 1 had hunted work in vain for several weeks I finally created a job for myself. 1
followed coal wagons and when the coal was dumped in front of its destination, I would offer to put the coal in the cellar for fifty cents a ton. It was back-breaking work. I frequently toiled two days to make a half a dollar. But when it was over, I could buy a bowl of filling bean soup and a chunk of brown bread for five cents at the Bowery Mission, so 1 never starved.
"When the coal was in the cellar I would suggest that 1 paint the walls and ceiling of the basement. My story of being a journeyman painter out of work and forced to carry coal for fifty cents a ton was so heartrending that owners were often glad to help me by giving me painting jobs. Carrying coal and refurbishing damp, dismal cellars were not cheerful occupations for the winter, you will admit."
In the spring, Pupin paid a return visit tc the German hotel keeper. He was full of sympathy for the unfortunate immigrant and promised to get him a steady job. Within a few days he had made good his word. Pupin had a position in a cracker factory, working with a squad of boys punching the name of
PUPIN S BIRTHPLACE
In Idvor, in Banat, Hungary. The house is the first on the left. Pupin left his native Hungary in 1874 to come to this country where he landed with scarcely a cent in his pocket