The B'nai B'rith magazine · 1927-06-01 · 9 (6.1927) · p. Seite 398

bmoresofue: A Friend Indeed A MAN once caught his servant rum- JA maging through his cupboard and appropriating small objects of value. Not wishing to lose so good a servant but desiring, at the same time, to have him punished, he instructed the servant to go to the sheriff with a note which read: "Kindly give the bearer twenty lashes across the back." The servant soon returned looking as happy as ever. "Did you take the note to the sheriff?" his bewildered employer asked. "I had to go some place else," the servant responded. "Fortunately I met a good friend—a very reliable fellow—who obliged me by delivering the note for me."—Jewish Daily Forward. It Works Both Ways \ AENDEL was a famous, well-to-do physician, while his younger brother, Yossel, was an idler and a card-player. One day the physician was reprimanding his brother. "You're a lazy good-for-nothing loafer," he said. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself." "I should be ashamed of myself?" Yossel replied. "You should be ashamed of yourself. To think, I have a brother who is a wealthy, great physician, while yours is only a goodfor-nothing bum."—Jewish Daily Forward. He Was Meant for Bigger Things A SHOEMAKER had just opened a store. The first customer bought a, pair of shoes for six dollars. "I'm sorry," said the customer. "I haven't six dollars with me. I'll give you three dollars and bring the rest tomorrow." The tradesman agreed and the man left with the shoes. "Fool!" cried the shoemaker's wife. "He won't come back with the three dollars." "Oh, yes he will," the shoemaker answered, "I gave him two left shoes." A TOW begins the vacation season—and a good time it is, too, to pick up material that might win a book for you from this department. You know, we offer prizes of good books each month for the best contributions to the Humoresque page. While traveling, on boats, on trains, at hotels and summer resorts, in this country and abroad, you're bound to hear some new -Jewish stories. The supply of Jewish jokes is inexhaustible. They are constantly being created—whenever the Jew finds himself in a new environment he immediately discovers something to laugh about. It is psychologically characteristic of the Jew that he can stand off like an impartial observer and see himself in relation to his surroundings. Thus he becomes aware of the comic incongruities of his life, and a joke about himself soon will follow. When you hear a good one this summer, just jot it down and mail it to The B'nai B'rith Magazine, UO Electric Building, Cincinnati. It may be the open sesame to our library whidh is reserved for good story-tellers. Miss R. Lerner, of 220 St. Paul St., W., Montreal, is the winner of a book this month. Publicity A BEGGAR entered a restaurant and, approaching a man who appeared to be wealthy, asked him for alms. The diner resented the intrusion, but in order to get rid of the beggar, gave him a very small piece of bread from the table. Whereupon the beggar took the man's newspaper and began to wrap the bread in it. "That's the limit," cried the wealthy diner. "It is enough I gave you bread. How dare you take my newspaper?" "I meant no harm," the beggar apologized, "but it seemed only proper to me that such a noble gift should at once go into the newspaper." He's Still Whistling A FATHER and his small son were traveling on the train. The boy kept putting his head from the window. Desiring to teach the youngster a lesson, the father quickly snatched the boy's cap and hid it. "See," said the man, "the wind has blown your cap away." The boy wept bitterly, so the father continued: "Now, if you promise to keep your head, in, I'll do a trick and bring your cap back." Then he whistled and returned the cap to the boy's head. A little later the father put his head from the window. The boy stole up behind him and knocked his hat off. As the rushing wind blew the hat away, the child cried gleefully: "Whistle, papa."—Jewish Daily Forward. And Then the Trouble Began Y\J HAT do you know about that?" a man complained to his friend. "That impudent rascal, Berel, called me an old fool." "He did!" the friend exclaimed sympathetically. "That Berel is a liar. Why, you're only thirty-five." 398