The now-little-known pickle seller, Schmuel Goldstein, was renowned in his day as a fable-teller in lower Manhattan around the turn of the century. Perhaps the best-known of his fables was The Tale of the Cockroach in the Pickle Barrel, the moral of which was, “Hey, we do the best we can but you might still get a cockroach in with your pickles.” Another beloved fable of Schmuel’s was the Tale of the Rent-Controlled Apartment That Everyone Knew About But No One Could Find, the moral of which was “I wish I could help you, but I promised my cousin she could have it.” Most of Schmuel Goldstein’s fables died with him in 1932, and whatever ones were left were forcibly thrown into his coffin by disgruntled relatives and friends, who claimed that none of the fables nor their morals ever actually improved their lives.