@u@ 0 Marty Civin's account of his father Israel Civin's acquaintance with Trotski. The Button Hole Maker I am reminded of a story that my father told me many years ago. In the days shortly before America entered World War I my father was employed as a dress cutter in the New York garment industry. Working in the same factory with my father was a man by the name of Lev Bronstein. Mr. Bronstein's trade was that of a button hole maker. Making buttonholes was a highly skilled trade back in those days because buttonholes were hand made. Lev Bronstein was according to my father's story, pretty much of a loner. At lunch time when the employees of the garment factory would congregate to enjoy lunch, and for small talk, Mr. Bronstein would sit alone and smoke a long Russian cigarette and drink tea in a glass. To sweeten his tea he would place a sugar cube on the inside of his lower lip and suck the tea through the sugar cube. That was ...