The Sentinel, v.061 no. 09, 1926

              THE SENTINEL
IT HAPPENED ON PURIM
(Continued from Page 9)
bi's wife called up the grocer's home.
"Our son-he got sick all of a sudden
and Jake had to go down state and see
him. I was going down to keep the
store open, but we don't do much trade
the end of the week account of the
women all going down to the open mar-kets,
so I told Jake just to lock up. No,
he went off in such a hurry he took the
keys to the store with him. But I
guess the boy will deliver the stiff to
your home all right. He's awfully
slow, 'cause he's new, but I guess he's
reliable."
The hands of the clock seemed to
move with devilish speed. Elsie tore
about doing what she could without
the missing provisions; by four o'clock,
having indulged in a mild spell of
hysterics, she dried her eyes and went
down the street in search of the gro-ceries.
Perhaps' the delivery boy find-ing
her absent had left them at one
of the neighbors.
Up and down the street went Elsie
only to receive a polite negative at
each house. She dared not borrow,
since most of the neighbors belonged
to the congregation and she did not
care to be censured for what they
might term her lack of "management."
"The boy must have made a mistake,"
she would repeat with a forced smile
on her lips and murder in her heart,
and go to the next house.
She knew that there was only one
sure means of salvation; to hire a taxi,
rush to one of the down town markets,
since Kaufman's was the only one in
the neighborhood, and buy materials
for a second dinner. Dizzily she com-puted
her modest outlay for the lost
meal and was horrified to learn that
she had spent almost ten dollars. She
couldn't spend another ten, with Dave's
next month's salary already half spent
and hospital bills and other horrible
"incidentals" looming up in the sum-mer
expense account. But she just had
to feed that devil whom her husband
and the other young rabbis called the
Old Man.,
And then, having gone up and down
the block on both sides of the street,
she reached the bungalow of her neigh-bors
on the left. They were rather
nice people, she had thought, although
they always went down town for serv-ices
and sent their children to the other
congregation's Talmud Torah. And
Mrs. Rabbinowitz, when Elsie had
called, had refused to join the Temple
Sisterhood. "God should give it you
should have a family like mine, five
children to cook for," she answered
piously. 'You just wait and see how
much time you got for Sisterhoods.'
Elsie decided she was willing to wait!
Mrs. Rabinowitz did not come to the
front door, so Elsie, hoping against
hope, went around to the back porch.
Sure enough, there stood a basket, a
basket almost as large as the one she
had left at Kaufman's that morning, a
basket cpvered with a white napkin,
but, alas, not her own familiar market
basket. She lifted the cover; in the
middle of a nest of spicy smelling cakes
lay a chicken roasted a beautiful
brown.
Elsie hesitated but for a moment. Up
to that moment she had been a perfect
lady, a respectable citizen. Now, that
lowest of all crawling things, a house-thief,
she sneaked to the cover of her
own back porch, carrying her neigh-bor's
market basket with her.
Her elation died down a little as she
surveyed its contents; there would be
no banquet beginning with shrimp
cocktail, deliciously drowned in Elsie's
favorite dressing, and ending with the
flubdub which was to batter down the
last resisting wall to the Old Man's
flinty heart. But now with the des-peration
of one already defeated she
sliced the stolen chicken, decorated it
with slices from the jar of purloined
pickles, heaped her best silver dishes
with the queer-shaped cakes and the
material which looked like, but couldn't
possibly be beans, put some coffee in
the percolator and ran to dress. Which i
was none too soon as before her nose
was nicely powdered, Dave's key turned
in the lock and he entered the living
room, followed by the Old Man, the lat-ter
smiling as sweetly as though he did
not expect to be bored by his third
company dinner' that week.
Being a young and model husband,
the Rabbi let no comment escape him
when he saw the strangely altered
feast. But the Old Man had no re-ticence.
"My dear child," he cried, and this
time his smile was not his usual, com-pany
grimace as he glanced over the
table, then turned to Mrs. Rabbi, his
eyes gleaming with anticipation, "how
did you know I haven't sat down to a
real Seuda h since my dear mother selig
used to cook the good old-fashioned
Purim dishes for us. . . . I don't like
to say how many years ago? Homon
taschen .. . bub . . . I didn't know our
modern young ladies knew how to cook
real Jewish delicacies any more. And
I'm so sick of fried chicken and messy
desserts. Another slice of pickle,"
turning to Dave. "Even the pickles
taste home-made. It's a real treat to
eat a home meal that doesn't smell of
the delicatessen counter. And I do
like to see a young couple living in the
simple old-fashioned way instead of
trying to serve a millionaire's dinner."
For the next half hour the great man
gave himself unreservedly to the pleas-ures
of the table. But after a third
helping of everything, he relaxed be-hind
his glass of home-made straw-berry
wine, to say rather genially to
the flustered Dave: "By the way, when
you wrote me about being my associate
in Spencer . .
Which ends my story, save for a
postscript furnished by Mrs. Rabino-witz
the next day. "Don't mention it,"
she told Elsie in answer to l\er incoher-ent
apologies. "I took the children
down to schule to meet their papa and
go and hear the Megilla read; and
afterwards we went like always to my
mamma's for the Seudah and I met
my aunt there and she said she wanted
to surprise me and sent me a big
Shalach Monoth. I only hope you and
your company ate it in good health."
"It was all perfectly lovely," sighed
Elsie, now at peace with the world,
since Mr. Kaufman, most apologetic for
his muddled delivery boy had promised
not to add the price of the missing
luxuries to the monthly grocery bill.
"And when we go to Spencer," she
promised herself, "and can afford
things, I'm going to send her the nicest
present! She certainly saved my life
just the way Queen Esther saved the
Jews on Purim!"
PROMINENT JEWISH PERSONAL-ITIES
IN BRITISH POLITICS
(Continued from Page 4)
An effective speaker, and with plenty
of courage, he has already disturbed
the serenity of the Home Secretary on
the question of naturalization of Jew-ish
aliens in Britain. One speech of
his, coming so unexpectedly from the
benches behind the Government on this
topic created something like a sensa-tion.
He is a most valuable recruit to
Parliament and can be relied upon as
a friend of the suffering and the op-pressed
whenever and wherever his
services are needed.
Of the younger politicians, Sir Philip
Sassoon, Bart., the Under-Secretary of
Air, and Major Hore-Belisha, the Lib-eral
Member for Devonport, must be
mentioned. Sassoon is the inheritor of
a great name and a great fortune. He
has not been identified with the Jewish
question, but has exercised his influence
in the background, especially while
Parliamentary Private Secretary to
Mr. Lloyd George during that gentle-men's
premiership. He has been
spoken of as the perfect private secre-tary,
having filled that post with great
distinction and success under Earl
Haig in France. As a Junior Member
of the Government, he has made good
In the Air Ministry. He is generally
liked in the House, though the impres-sion
he gives of Oriental inscrutability
makes some of his bucolic Conservative
colleagues rather nervous.
Hore-Belisha has the distinction of
holding the only Liberal seat retained
at the last election in the whole of
the South and West of England; and
if for this reason alone is entitled to
respect as a personality. He is pretty
active in the House and is helping at
present to organize the Palestinian
Committee in Parliament, to be com-posed
of all parties, irrespective of
creed or politics, who are interested in
the fulfillment of the Zionist program.
Sir Alfred Mond will probably be
elected Chairman.
Considering the small number of
Jews in British politics they wield con-siderable
influence, and their Parlia-mentary
success is remarkable. And
the House of Commons is certainly en-riched
by their contributions to its de-liberations.
(Copyright, 1926, by Jewish Telegraphic
Agency, Inc.)
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