Marx had to be able to charm old men into loaning him money.
Old men in the Great Depression in New York City, lent him enough he owned or controlled a smaller skyscraper steel and glass and concrete tower in the Flatiron District in sight of Madison Square Gardens.
Things do not really change much about business enterprises in New York City.
Marx made his pipes in the damned Capital City of the World, the Big Apple, Downtown, his building providing the shade for the concrete canyons of 24th Street.
And he got slick away with it and sold out before he was 50 and the buyer kept him on until he was an old, old man.
Marx did not depreciate his brand selling seconds. He sold seconds but under names nobody could recognize.
Here is a Westchester that I bought NOS from the estate of a Westchester County New York car dealer parts manager who died with a storage unit full of NOS car parts.
It came in a red Marxman box and it’s a Marxman except in name. It was stained red umber.
He also had a contract with the American Automobile Association.
His pipes are under appreciated today.
It’s really a shame nobody ever wrote a book about Robert Marx like they did Tracy Mincer and Custombilt.