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The JACOBEAN

Published weekly in the interests of Miami Beach Jewry

Vol. I. No. 4. Miami Beach, Florida, Friday, October 23, 1931 Price 5 Cents


THE JACOBEAN
Office of Publication: 710 Jefferson Avenue,
Miami Beach, Florida.
Editor:
RABBI LAZARUS AXELROD
SUBSCRIPTION RATES:
The Jacobean is sent to subscribers in any part of
the United States at the following prepaid rates:
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KASHR UTH

Miami Beach Accepts the
Challenge.
(ECENTLY Mayor James J.
Walker of New York City sum-
moned fifty rabbis of Greater New
York, and after a serious consulta-
tion on the question of Kashruth, it
was decided to make a thorough in-
vestigation of the situation. The re-
sult of this investigation was to dis-
close the appalling fact that over
four million dollars had been fraud-
ulently received by unscrupulous
butchers through misrepresentation.
Non-Kosher meats were being re-
tailed for the price of Kosher, thus
encroaching on the private domain
of the consumer's conscience and
pocketbook. The investigation fur-
ther proved that over seventy-five
per cent of New York Jewry wanted
Kosher meat.
A double tragedy: a curse, a plague
and an infectious disease. The sac-
redness of the Jewish dietary laws
has been abused, trampled upon by
dirty heels of grafters; the sanctity
of the Jewish home has been treach-
erously defiled by the unclean hands
of usurping butchers. They have
callously turned a deaf ear to the
cry of conscience, to the demand of
stern justice. A "Chillul Hashem,"
in the full sense of the term.
Miami Beach is no exception. It is
exposed to the same danger, to the
same menacing cloud that hovers
over the entire United States. The
season approaches. Stores that have
remained under lock and key for the
summer season are now reopening in
joyful anticipation of a prosperous
run during the coming winter. The
Kashruth committee is simultaneous-
ly planning to eliminate fraud and to
establish a concrete and effective
system of Kashruth. Meetings are
held at frequent intervals, where


brains are racked, at work to combat
the disease, the plague that has in-
fected the hitherto spotless purity of
the Jewish faith.
Miami Beach is challenged openly
to establish Kashruth. Many are
the opposing elements, from within
and from without. Let those who are
responsible for the sacred duty of
protecting the Jewish household from
an unholy invasion of parsimonious
and repugnant germs, bear in mind
the old adage that "together we
stand, divided we fall," and that a
'house divided against itself cannot
stand."
Let there be unity in our ranks.
By standing shoulder to shoulder in
a determined effort to fight any and
every human element who stands in
the way of Kashruth advance, we
can successfully overcome all obsta-
cles. We seek peace, not war. The
Jew takes pride in his peaceful dis-
position. But, behind that demure
and innocent expression, there lies
an inflexible and unshakeable resolu-
tion to grimly persist in the pursu-
ance of its duty. "There shall be
Kashruth." Miami Beach accepts the
challenge.



Congregational

Congregation Beth Jacob
311 Washington Ave.
Miami Beach

"How Goodly Are Thy Tents, 0 Jacob."
ERVICES begin this evening at 6:00
p. m. Late Friday evening services
at 8:15. Cantor Boris Schlachman will
conduct the congregational singing, and
Rabbi Lazarus Axelrod will speak on
"Sabbath Melodies." Everybody welcome.
Saturday morning services begin at 9:00
a. m. Cantor Schlachman will conduct
the services. At 5:00 p. m., the rabbi will
hold a discourse on the portion of the week,
using Rashi and other commentaries to
throw light on the Parsho. After Min-
chah, Shalosh Seudoth will be served to
the members at which Sabbath Zemiroth
will be the principal feature.

BETH JACOB TALMUD TORAH
Courses are given daily at the synagogue
in Hebrew reading, writing and conversa-
tions, Bible, Hebrew songs and Jewish his-
tory. Prospective students please apply to
the principal, Rabbi Axelrod.


Self-Preservation

By HARRY I. LIPTON
With the exception of a few year-round
residents who attend services and who, in
accordance with their means, contribute to
the support of Congregation Beth Jacob,
there remain among the others, a large
group who live and derive their livelihood
in that district and who maintain an utter
indifference to the needs of the Congre-
gation other than the attitude of "Let the
Tourist do it."
There may be a logical reason for a de-
ficit during the summer months, but there
should be no reason why, during the win-
ter season, the tourist, alone, should carry
the responsibility of. the upkeep of the
Congregation.
The fact, too, is not to be overlooked
that the operators and owners of the many
hotels, restaurants, apartment buildings
and shops of that district- derive patron-
age from a class of tourists who may well
live farther north on the Beach were it
not for their desire to reside near the
synagogue.
It may generally be conceded that were
the synagogue movdd ten blocks further
north, the present part of South Beach
would receive an irreparable setback, and
might find it necessary, in self-preserva-
tion, to maintain a House of Worship in
that location. It follows very logically
that if Congregation Beth Jacob cannot be
self-supporting during the eight months
summer period, the tourists may well es-
tablish a Congregation in the locality to-
ward which there is a present tendency.
It, therefore, behooves every Jewish
merchant, operator of hotel or apartment
house, store keeper, and property owner
in this vicinity, to help support the Con-
gregation as an economic stabilizer in
the neighborhood where he derives his liv-
lihood. You need Congregation Beth Ja-
cob. Congregation Beth Jacob needs you.
Become a Member!
Signed Harry I. Lipton,
Pres. Congregation Beth Jacob.

BETH JACOB SUNDAY SCHOOL
The school is open every Sunday morn-
ing at 10 o'clock. Courses are given in
Bible, Hebrew songs, current events and
moral ethics. Rabbi Lazarus Axelrod is
principal, and the Misses Malvina Weiss,
Sylvia Chauncey and Jeannette Hohberger
are in charge of the classes.







T,HE JACOBEAN


LIFE IS


WONDERFUL


Extracts from "The Wonder of Life"
By RABBI JOEL BLAU
IN SPRINGTIME I pass along an alley
of overarching trees and, as I walk be-
neath the spreading branches, a continu-
ous shower of white blossoms fall softly
upon my shoulders. I proceed in this rain
of falling petals, thinking all the while of
the fading of life's glory, of the wilting
of life's beauty. But when I remember that
the death of the flower means the life of
the fruit, I say: Life Is Wonderful.
In summer I stand on the seashore be-
neath a menacing storm-cloud, and, while
thunders crash about my head and light-
nings blind my eye, I listen to the roaring
surf and gaze at the white fascination that
crests each rising billow. I hear the tale
that booms out of the rushing waves. They
tell me how this patch of dry land we in-
habit struggled for aeons to rise out of
the ocean, just to provide a scene for the
drama of human living-just to give me a
chance to breathe and be-just to make
room for the personal epic of each life.
And though the breakers race beachward,
threatening to wash away the habitations
of men, I know they cannot sweep over me,
over my death-defying spirit. I know that
I have an assured place in the gigantic
scheme of existence. Little though I appear
in facing all this vastness, there is that in
me which urges me to reply to the tale of
the sea: "I was, I am, I shall be." And,
therefore, while the storm still rages, be-
fore ever the first blue rift slashes the
sky, I cry to the surf: Life Is Wonderful.
I know not how long I may live. I know
not how many flowers will drop at my feet,
how many storms will burst about my
head. My summons may come tomorrow.
My years may be Methuselah's. But, look-
ing back upon the brief tale of my life,
and knowing full well that death is but a
passing incident in the infinite round of
being, all I ask is that each new hour
bring me a fresh sense of the sheer magic
of living; then, when God calls me at last,
strength shall not fail me to utter my part-
ing thought: Life Is Wonderful.
I stand in the pulpit before my God,
blending my prayers with those of my peo-
ple, trying on this New Year's day to send
up our joint petitions to Him who is en-
throned above the praises of Israel. I hear
the struggling blasts of the Shophar, even
as they heard it who stood at the foot of
Sinai and they who encamped round about
the crumbling walls of Jericho. Like the
swell and surge of the sea, and like the
thunder of the pentecostal skies, the echoes


of ancient voices resound above the heads
of the worshippers: first a wail, then a
rumble, at last a victorious cry.
The ages speak to me. The fearful stress
and strain of Israel's history, the pain and
passion of Israel's marytrdom, ring out of
each note of the ram's horn. Yet, how jubi-
lant are those final accents that foretell the
ultimate glory of life-life redeemed by
the spirit of God; life enhanced in the
Kingdom which is on earth. Is not this
unique: the Pain of Life singing itself into
the Ptean of life?
Even so, as the years glide silently by,
let there ring forth, out of the stress of
our days, the deathless refrain: Life Is
Wonderful.


The Kaddish

Its origin is mysterious; angels are
said to have brought it down from heaven
and taught it to men. About this prayer
the tenderest threads of filial feeling and
human recollection are entwined; for it
is the prayer of the orphans! When the
father or mother dies, the surviving sons
are to recite it twice daily, morning and
evening, throughout the year of mourning,
and then also on each recurring annivers-
ary of the death-on the Yahrzeit.
It possesses wonderful power. Truly, if
there is any bond strong and dissoluble
enough to chain heaven to earth, it is this
prayer. It keeps the living together, and
forms the bridge to the mysterious realm
of the dead. One might almost say that
this prayer is the watchman and the guar-
dian of the people by whom it is uttered;
therein lies the warrant of its continu-
ance. Can a people disappear and be an-
nihilated so long as a child remembers its
parents? It may sound strange; in the
midst of wildest dissipation has this prayer
recalled to his better self many a dissolute
character, so that he has bethought him-
self and for a time at least purified him-
self by honoring the memory of his par-
ents.
Because this prayer is a resurrection in
the spirit of the perishable in man, be-
cause it does not acknowledge death, be-
cause it permits the blossom which, with-
ered, has fallen from the tree of man-
kind to flower and develop again in the
human heart, therefore it possesses sanc-
tifying power. To know that when thou
diest, the falling on thy head will not cover
thee entirely; to know that there remain
behind, those who, wherever they may be
on this wide earth, whether they may be
poor or rich, will send this prayer after
thee; to know that thou leaves them no
house, no estate, no field by which they
must remember thee, and that yet they
will cherish thy memory as their dearest
inheritance-what more satisfying know-
ledge canst thou ever hope for? And such
is the knowledge bequeathed to us all by
the Kaddish.-L. Kompert.


Bank Moves To

New Quarters

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MR. PHILIP LIBERMAN
President of the New Mercantile Bank and
Trust Company of Miami Beach.

HE City Bank of Miami Beach of
which Philip Liberman is president
and C. L. Clements, member of the Miami
Beach city council is vice president, has
moved into its new and well appointed
quarters at the corner of Washington ave-
nue and Seventh street. Monday, the open-
ing day, saw the new home of the bank
luxuriously decorated with huge bouquets
of flowers, generously donated by the nu-
merous friends and well wishers of this
praiseworthy business house. Henceforth
the bank will be known as the Mercantile
Bank and Trust Co. Mr. Liberman, a man
who is noted up north for his many phil-
anthropic deeds and his active interest in
all Jewish affairs, caused a sensation here
when he originally took over a bank which
was literally dead, and paid all depositors
without exception 100 cents tQ the dollar.
Since that time, the bank has continued
to live up to its reputation as an institu-
tion of loyalty, courteous service and of
having primarily the interests of its cli-
ents at heart.
The Jewish community of Miami Beach
is highly honored and proud to have as one
of its members a Jew who is held in esteem
by Jew and gentile alike; a nan who can
greatly assist the material and social
growth and development of Miami Beach
Jewry, and who can only reflect credit and
honor to the Jewish race.
The Jacobean joins with the Jewish com-
munity of Miami Beach in wishing the
bank and its officers every success, the ul-
timate reward for untiring and energetic
enterprise. May its president enjoy good
health and prosperity, and live to reap the
fruits of his activities.


October 23, 1931






October 23, 1931TIlE JACOBEAN


of SocialInterest


Recent arrivals at the Shelburne Apart-
ments are M:s. Fan Robinson and son, Al-
vin, from _etroit, Mich., Mrs. Stern and
Mrs. M. Wein2-r from New York City, and
a fan- ly insistingg of three generations,
Mrs. Wi :ia'n Leebaw, Mrs. Esther Leebaw
Maseri Stan ey Leebaw and grandson Mil-
ton, from Y .ungs.own, Ohio.

Mr. Charles Levine returned recently
to Miami Beach by motor from San Fran-
cisc,, Calif.

Miss Ruth Eiman has returned to the
Beach aft:e an extended trip to New York
where she visited friends and relatives.
Miss Eisoman :s staying at 136 Washing-
ton Ave.

iRos5 Mary Gerson will be soloist
over station WIOD Friday evening, Octo-
ber 23rd at 8:30 p. m. Miss Frances
Druc':e'man will accompany Miss Gerson
and will also present several piano selec-
tions.

Mr. Albert Roseman of Birmingham,
Ala., has arrived in Miami Beach where
he will make his home with his uncle Dr.
Max Kirsch, noted specialist of Miami
Beach. Mr. Roseman is a representative
of the Union Central Life Insurance Co.
of New York.

M:ss Moilie Weinstein and brother
Charles, formerly of Birmingham, Ala.,
have arrived in Miami Beach after an ex-
tended trip to the North. Miss Weinstein
is reopening the "Diana," store for ladies
ready to wear apparel, at Washington and
Fifth Street.

On Tuesday, October 13, Mrs. Barney
Weinkle of 304 Euclid Avenue, entertained
with a delightful bridge and tea honoring
Mrs. M. P. Kohl of Cleveland, Ohio, who
is the house guest of Mr. and Mrs. Ben-
jamin Kohl of Meridian Ave. Among
those present were Mrs. M. P. Kohl, Mrs.
B. H. Kohl, Mrs. Carl Weinkle, Mrs. H.
Weinberg, Mrs. Frank Coret, Mrs. S. Co-


hen, Mrs. Samuel Dreisen, Mrs. Perry
Stone, Mrs. E. Stone, Mrs. Sam Blank,
Mrs. Louis Schwartz, Mrs. L. Weinkle,
Mrs. Sol Rotfort, Mrs. J. Wolkowsky, and
Mrs. Sol Weinkle. The guest of honor
was presented with a lovely guest prize.

Mrs. Carl Weinkle of 1408 Pennsylvania
Avenue, entertained on Friday afternoon,
October 16, with a bridge and tea honor-
ing Mrs. M. P. Kohl of Cleveland, Ohio.
Prizes were awarded to Mrs. B. H. Kohn,
Mrs. Lou Heiman and a consolation prize
was won by Mrs. M. Stone. Others present
were: Mrs. Barney Weinkle, Mrs. M. Wes-
son, Mrs. H. Weinberg, Mrs. Sol Lutsky,
Mrs. Gertie Levine, Mrs. Sol Rotford, Mrs.
L. Weinkle, Mrs. .Max Pepper and Mrs.
Sol Weinkle.

Mrs. Sam Cohen of 327 Washington
Avenue is recuperating at the Victoria
Hospital and would be glad to see her many
friends.

Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Weiss announce the
birth of a daughter at the Victoria Hos-
pital, Sunday, October 18th. Both are do-
ing well. Mr. Weiss is manager of Joe's
Restaurant.

Mrs. Morris Frank is recovering from a
serious illness and would be pleased to
see her many friends. She is at her home
on 233 First Street.

Jerome J. Drucker, 32, news-stand own-
er, 237 Fifth Street, Miami Beach, and
Mrs. Sally Sanders, 25, of 710 Jefferson
Avenue, Miami Beach, were injured fatal-
ly when a coupe automobile in which they
were speeding east in N. W. Thirty-sixth
Street, crashed into the traffic light stand-
ard at Twenty-seventh avenue.
The body of Drucker was sent yester-
day to New York, accompanied by his
brother, Martin Drucker of West Palm
Beach. Drucker's mother, Mrs. E. Druck-
er, lives in Bronx, N. Y. Mrs. Sanders'
body was sent to Nashville, Tenn., where
her brother, R. E. Fly and her parents re-
side. She had been in Miami Beach only
a few weeks, coming here from Nashville.

Mr. and Mrs. Louis Schwartz were en-
tertained extensively by Mrs. Rebecca
Yunes Friday night, October 16 at her
apartment, 619 Meridian Ave.

Mr. Joseph Hutner of New York City
arrived in Miami Beach last Tuesday,
October 20, and is staying at the Strath-
Haven Hotel, Ocean Drive.

A quaint but very inspiring custom has
been revived in the Beth Jacob synagogue
by serving Shalosh Seudoth (the Third
Meal of the Sabbath) after the Minchah
Service on Saturday afternoon. With the
rabbi at the head of the table chatting on
various Midrashic interpretations of the
Portion of the Week, the members of the


synagogue meanwhile indulging in that
time old traditional dish of rolls and salt
herring, the Shalosh Seudoth carries with
it a breath of the old country. Melodies
for the Sabbath, conducted by Cantor Bo-
ris Schlachman, form an important feature
at this gathering. The Shalosh Seudoth
continues till the shadows fall, and the
Maariv service is announced.

Mrs. Simon and her two children, Olga,
and Alfred, arrived Tuesday last in Miami
Beach and are now residing at the St. Da-
vid Court apartments.

Mrs. Rosebud Whiteman and son, B. J.
Whiteman, arrived here Sunday morning
from Savannah, Ga. They are planning
to spend several months in Miami Beach
visiting her mother, Mrs. J. B. Berner.

Dr. Sol Probe, manager of the Engels
and Krudwig Co., Sandusky, Ohio, has ar-
rived in Miami Beach after an extended
tour to Europe and Palestine. He will
spend the week-end here.

Albert Reisman, residing at the Baltic
Hotel, has attained an athletic scholarship
at Miami University. He is on the fresh-
man football team.

Francis Kane of Miami Beach, has won
her second music scholarship at Miami
University.

Among the Miami Beach Jewish stu-
dents attending Miami University are:
Helen Lipton, Francis Kane, Helen Kan-
tor and Milton Weiss, sophomores; Helen
Hirsch, Julius Friedman, Jeanette Hoh-
berger and Al Reisman, freshmen.

Rabbi Tilbor, of Los Angeles, Calif., ar-
rived in Miami Beach Thursday night,
October 22, by train, and hopes to stay
here throughout the winter season.



Compliments of



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DR. SOL PROBE
Manager


October 23, 1931


THE JACOBEAN







TH AOENOtbr2,13


Correspondence


Epitomised

Sandusky, Ohio.
Dear Rabbi:
A pleasant surprise. These are the only
words with which we can express our feel-
ings on receiving your uplifting periodical,
the Jacobean. We were all greatly im-
pressed by the articles, and especially the
news of Miami Beach. Hoping you will
meet with success in every sense of the
term, and trusting you will continue to
keep us on your mailing list, we are,
Yours & Co.,
Engels & Krudwig Co.,
By Dr. Sol Probe.

Cong. Ahavath Achim
Atlanta, Georgia.
Dear Rabbi:
I have received the first two editions of
the Jacobean and allow me to congratu-
late you most heartily for this splendid
work. It is of great asset to a community,
and I know that you are most capable to
make your "weekly" of intense importance
to Miami Jewry. Permit me to say that
the Jacobean is a highly interesting paper.
Yours and co.
(Signed) Rabbi Harry H. Epstein

George Greenberger,
Norwich, Conn.
Dear Rabbi:
I have received the first and second
copies of the Jacobean, and I am writing
to let you know that I am very pleased with
the most interesting contents. The weekly
news of Miami Beach also affords me
great pleasure, as it keeps me in touch
with the Magic City. With sincerest wishes
for the success of your paper, I am
Yours and Co.,
(Signed) George Greenberger.
Engels & Krudwig Co.

Bloch Publishing Co.
New York, N. Y.
Dear Rabbi:
The "Jacobean" should serve the Jew-
ish community of Miami Beach and be a
help in furthering the causes in which it
is interested. We congratulate those re-
sponsible for its appearance and trust their
efforts will meet with all possible success.
Yours and co.
Bloch Publishing Co.
(Signed) Charles E. Bloch

191 Mitchell St.
Atlanta, Georgia.
Dear Editor:
It was with genuine pleasure that I read
your weekly magazine, the Jacobean, and,
having carefully noted its contents and its
general pleasing appearance, I hasten to
convey to you my heartiest congratulations


and warmest wishes for the continued suc-
cess of the publication. I am sure it will
aid greatly in the noble work of raising the
cultural and spiritual standards of the
Jewish community of Miami Beach.
Thanking you for inviting me to con-
tribute to the Jacobean (it is quite an
honor) and wishing you every success,
I am,
Yours and co.
(Signed) Joseph A. Loewinsohn
P. S. Please continue to send me the
Jacobean regularly each week.

Judaism and the Jew In
A merica
I
Like the river that takes its rise in the
distant hills,, gradually courses its way
through the country, passing alike through
sublime landscape and hideous morass, of-
fering its banks for the foundation of
great cities, its waters enriched and mod-
ified by the tributaries that gradually flow
towards it, until it at last loses itself in
the ocean; so Judaism, taking its rise
among the mountains of Sinai, slowly and
steadily has advanced; passing alternate-
ly through a golden age of toleration and
an iron age of persecution, giving its moral
code for the foundation of many a govern-
ment; modified by the customs and modes
of life of each nation through which it
has passed, chastened and enriched by cen-
turies of experience-shall I say, as I said
with the river, that it, too, at last loses
itself in the great sea of humanity? No,
rather like the Gulf Stream, which, pass-
ing through the vast Atlantic, part of it,
yet distinct from it, never losing its in-
dividuality, but always detected by its
deeper color and warmed temperature, un-
til it eventually modifies the severe climate
of a distant country; so Judiasm, passing
through all the nations of the old world,
part of them, and yet distinct from them,
ever recognized by its depth and intensity,
'has at last reached this new world without
having lost its individuality. And here it
is still able, by the loftiness of its ethical
truth and by the purity of its principles,
to give intellectual and moral stamina to
a never-ending future humanity.-M. H.
Harris, 1887.

Laugh Away the Clouds
Mistakes are to be laughed at. If one
were to take seriously every little mistake
he made, life would become a burden to
him. Laugh at your own little mistakes
and do not feel grieved if others laugh at
them. Laughing will help you remember
to avoid them another time quite as well
as giving away to serious regrets. Some
people are forever taking themselves to
task for some shortcoming. They are the
overconscientious ones. If we act foolish-
ly on the impulse of a moment, it is no
more fair to punish ourselves than to
punish a child for a little mistake. It is
right to look for the error and acknowl-


edge it. If one has wronged another, he
ought to confess it and be more careful;
then put it out of mind. To grow morose
and solemn is to commit a second fault.
No one is doing any good to himself or
others by constantly eating the bread of
penitence. The only time to remember a
mistake is when one is tempted again- to
the s ing up self-reproach, one is worn out. This
does not mean never to listen to the warn-
ings of conscience, but to see the fault,
start afresh and keep cheerful and hope-
ful.-Milwaukee Journal.

Plans for the forthcoming Chanukah
concert to be given December 13 by the
students of the Bible class are going ahead.
The play will be 'A Make-Be ieve Chanu-
kah," a three-act play with prologue. Suit-
able costuming an, scenic effects will be
provided, and the affair promises to be
unique and highly interesting.




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THE JACOBEAN


October 23, 1931






October 23, 1931 THE JACOBEAN


In Lighter Vein


Once a Jester Always a Jester
The month of Elul, which precedes the
Jewish New Year, is the period when
Jewish folk of orthodox inclination go to
visit their departed friends and relatives.
At the tomb they prostrate themselves and
offer prayers for the souls of the dead,
and beseech them to intercede in their be-
half before the Almighty to grant them
life, health and prosperity.
One woman in a Russian Jewish com-
munity, who visited her deceased hus-
band, was very profuse in her supplica-
tions, winding them up with a request for
advice as to the kind of work or occupation
for her to follow in order to make a liv-
ing.
"My dear hubby," wailed the sorrowful
lady, dismally, "you have left me like a
ship without a rudder, I remained a poor,
miserable widow. What shall I do to
support myself?"
"Bake doughnuts and sell them," ans-
wered a gruff voice. It was uttered by
Caleb Letz, the local droll, who was hiding
behind the tombstone, overhearing the wi-
dow's entreaties.
"But there are so many bakers in town,"
argued the bereft woman.
"Then don't bake any doughnuts," re-
plied the voice from beyond.
"How will I make a living, then?" wept
the destitute woman, disconsolately.
"Then do bake doughnuts," advised the
ghostly counselor.
Convinced that her late helpmate was
jesting with her, the irritated woman an-
grily exclaimed, "To hell with you. You
were a wag when alive and you remained
a wag even after death. It's all right.
God will help me without your advice.


But remember, you'll never see me here
again."

Jewish Science
Two patients, a Jew and a Christian,
occupied adjoining cots in a hospital, each
suffering from a swollen leg.
One morning the attending physician
came into the ward to look the pair over
and see whether they were improving.
Approaching the ailing Christian, he
took hold of his aching leg and began a
series of tappings, and pounding, and
squeezings.
The doctor's examination seemed to
cause the patient infinite pain. Every tap
and squeeze was accompanied by a most
agonizing shriek.
Then the physician went over to the
suffering Jew, and proceeded to examine
him along the same line. But oddly
enough, though afflicted with the same
malady, the Israelite uttered not a sound.
"I certainly admire your fortitude,"
observed the Christian to his colleague of
the Jewish faith, after the medical man
had departed. "To undergo such horrible
tortures without a murmur is more than
I could imagine. You must be a Chris-
tian Scientist."
"No, sir," responded the member of the
"chosen race," beamingly. "I am a Jew-
ish Scientist. When the doctor told me
to show my leg, I didn't show him the
sick leg, but the good one. Do you think
I'd be a fool like you?"


It is a principle amply borne out by the
history of the great and powerful nations
of the earth that the best fruits and
choicest actions of the commendable qual-
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found on the side of the oppressed few and
not of the triumphant many.-Everett.


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B THE JACOBEAN October 23, 1931


"Sweet Waters

of Megiddo "

By RABBI LAZARUS AXELROD
(Continued from last week.)
q( EMAINING in second gear, the
Dodge Six roared and tore its way
disdainfully up the steep slopes that led
to Safed and Miron, the receding Kinereth
gradually fading into insignificance behind
the crags and cliffs of Galillee. There
was a temporary lull in the conversation.
The portly passenger had ceased brooding
over her young across the herring pond,
the agronomist was overawed by the tow-
ering hills in the distance, and even the
voluble journalist had given the English
prepositions a rest. Passing scenery leads
one to meditation, and I fell to musing on
the quaint custom of celebrating the an-
niversary of Simeon Bar Jochai on Lag
B'Omer, the thirty-third day of the Omer.
Hillulah D'Bar Jochai it is called locally,
and is an event of the year, over seven
thousand Jews making the pilgrimage to
Miron on wheels, on foot and on the oscil-
lating backs of quadrupeds. Children who
have attained their third birthday are
brought here to have their locks shorn at
the tomb of the creator of the Zohar, who
with his son Elazar Ben Simon, remained
entombed for twenty four years in a cave,
existing on carob beans and water from a
neighboring spring. Seven thousand en-
thusiasts pay annual tribute and homage
to this immortal soul, one of the greatest
of Tannaim, whose body lies interred in
Miron, the final resting place of hundreds
of celebrated sages of blessed memory, in-
cluding Hillel the prince and Shammai, his
fiery opponent in Mishnaic debate with
their train of devoted disciples.
Safed. A multitudinous gathering of
Jews, jostling and chattering, effervescing
with childish impatience, eager to dispense
with the last ten miles of the pilgrimage.
Safed, that pre-historic city, where over a
thousand lives were lost in a disastrous
earthquake not more than a century ago,
the fragile structures toppling over each
other, hurling their occupants to a terrible
death.
Thirty minutes later and the Dodge
came to rest in Miron. Our first glimpse
of this remote and insignificant village
was one of two whitewashed buildings
standing out against a black background.
As we draw near, the buildings assume a
more distinct shape. A massive signboard
greets the visitor "Yeshivath Simeon Bar
Jochai," the rabbinical school of the
learned sage, and "Moshab Zekanim,"
home for the aged. We pass on through
the winding path and find ourselves in a
small unassuming "Shtibel," a relic of for-
mer days when the synagogue among Jews
was the clubhouse, the social center and the


recreation ground of its members. No
minister preached from its pulpit. No can-
tor filled its space with his distorted ren-
derings of the most beautiful selections of
our liturgy. No petty rivalry existed as
to the respective offices of the synagogue.
A simple homely institution, a Shtibel,
where its members met three times a day
to pray, to discuss politics, their troubles
and the fate of their children across the
waters in the land of the heathen.
(To be Continued)


The City of God
If a man practices ablutions of the
body, but defiles his mind-if he offers
hecatombs, founds a temple, adorns a
shrine, and does nothing for making his
soul beautiful-let him not be called re-
ligious. He has wandered far from real
religion, mistaking ritual for holiness; at-
tempting, as it were, to bribe the Incor-
ruptible and to flatter Him whom none
can flatter. God welcomes the genuine
service of a soul, the sacrifice of truth;
but from display of wealth He turns
away.
Will any man with impure soul and with
no intention to repent dare to approach
the Most High God? The grateful soul of
the wise man is the true altar of God.
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of this institution are exceedingly low, and
by a systematic drive for donations and
pledges, the school can be supported sub-
stantially till the winter season arrives.
All members of the Sisterhood are urgent-
ly requested to interview Mrs. Rebecca
Yunes relative to this question.
Mrs. Barney Weinkle appeals to all
ladies of the Beach who are not yet en-
rolled in the Sisterhood, to join without
delay. Much social work confronts us, and
your cooperation is a vital necessity to the
ultimate success of the Sisterhood. Mrs.
Weinkle's home is at 304 Euclid Avenue.
Mrs. Rebecca Yunes, president of the
Ladies Auxilliary of the Free Burial So-
ciety (Chesed Shel Emmes) appeals through
these columns to all ladies of Miami Beach
to assist her In her all-important work
of raising funds for the society. A store
has been opened at 402 N. W. Third street,
Miami, and rummage sales take place four
times a week as follows: Monday, Tuesday
and Thursday, open all day; Saturday eve-
nings after 6:00 p. m. The store is now
under entirely new management. Your
contributions to these sales will be greatly
appreciated. Parcels may be sent to Mrs.
Yunes, Iona Apartments, 619 Meridian
Avenue, Mrs. J. Caplan, Collins Avenue, or
to Mr. Max Feit, 420 Jefferson Avenue.
The president wishes to thank all ladies
who have so generously contributed par-
cels during the past week.


Beth Jacob Student Bible Class
The regular weekly meeting of this
group was held Wednesday evening at the
synagogue. Miss Malvina Weiss, well
known in these circles for her pedagogical
qualities, has kindly consented to take
charge of part of the class, and has out-
lined an interesting course of study for
the coming season. The debate which
should have taken place last week, but was
postponed on account of the absence of
two participants, was conducted at this
meeting under the directorship of Rabbi
Axelrod. Seymour Miller and Lewis Ber-
ner set forth their arguments that Ortho-
dox Judaism was preferable to Reform Ju-
daism, Lillian Eisman and Marion Blank
supporting the negative. A vote on the
part of the class proved that Miller and
Berner were favored by twelve to six.
A beach party will be held Sunday eve-
ning, October 25, at Normandy Beach. The
students will meet at the synagogue, and
will leave by special cars at precisely 7:30
p. m. Roasting weinies will form a fea-
ture of this outing. All students of the
Bible class please accept this, the only in-
timation.
The librarian, Miss Lillian Berner, ap-
peals through these columns to all mem-
bers of Miami Beach Jewry to contribute
books, fiction as well as non-fiction, to the
Bible Class library.


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October 23, 1931





THE JACOBEAN


Self-Reliance

T O BELIEVE your own thought, to be-
lieve that what is true for you in
your own private heart is true for all men,
-that is genius. Speak your latent con-
viction and it shall be the universal sense;
for the inmost in due time becomes the
outmost, and our first thought is rendered
back to us by the trumpets of the Last
Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the
mind is to each, the highest merit we as-
cribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton, is that
they set at naught books and tradition,
and spoke not what men, but what they,
thought.
A man should learn to detect and watch
that gleam of light which flashes across
his mind from within, more than the lus-
tre of the firmament of bards and sages.
Yet he dismisses without notice his
thought, because it is his. In every work
of genius we recognize our own rejected
thoughts; they come back to us with a cer-
tain alienated majesty.
Great works of art have no more affect-
ing lesson for us than this: they teach us
to abide by our spontaneous expression
with good-humored inflexibility than most
when the whole cry of voices is on the
other side. Else to-morrow a stranger will
say with masterly good sense precisely
what we have thought and felt all the time,
and we shall be forced to take with shame
our own opinion from another.
There is a time in every man's educa-
tion when he arrives at the conviction that
envy is ignorance; that imitation is sui-
cide; that he must take himself for better,
for worse, as his portion; that though the
side universe is good, no kernel of nour-


fishing corn can come to him but through
his toil bestowed on that plot of ground
which is given to him to till. The power
which resides in him is new in nature, and
none but he knows what that is which he
can do; nor does he know until he has tried.
We but half express ourselves, and are
ashamed of that divine idea which each
of us represents. It may be safely trusted
as proportionate and of good issues, so it
be faithfully imparted, but God will not
have His work made manifest by cowards.
A man is relieved and gay when he has
put his heart into his work and done his
best; but what he has said and done other-
wise shall give him no peace. It is a de-
liverance which does not deliver. In the
attempt his genius deserts him; no muse
befriends; no invention, no hope.
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to
that iron string. Accept the place the di-
vine providence has found for you, the
society of your contemporaries, the con-
nection of events. Great men have always
done so, and confided themselves childlike
to the genius of their age, betraying the
perception that the eternal was stirring
at their heart, working through their
hands, predominating in all their being.
And we are now men, and must accept in
the highest mind the same transcendent
destiny; and not minors and invalids
pinched in a corner; not cowards fleeing
before a revolution; but guides, redeemers
and benefactors, pious aspirants to be no-
ble clay under the almighty effort, let us
advance on Chaos and the Dark.-Ralph
Waldo Emerson.

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Young Israel


Children's Page
CONDUCTED BY GRANDPA


My dear grandchildren:
Do you remember the time when, lying
sick in bed looking up at the ceiling, you
feel sort of miserable, lonesome, and wish
somebody would enter the room and say
something cheerful, something that would
make you forget your sickness? Well,
recently I received a letter from a lady
who hlas unfortunately been confined to
her bed for several months in the Jackson
Memorial hospital, Miami. The letter
speaks for itself. Here 'tis:
Dear' Grandpa:
I am writing to tell you how much
I enjoy reading the Jacobean, especially the
children's page. Lying here helpless ii
the hospital, seeing the sunshine only
through the wire screens, another ray of
sunshine has reached me recently through
reading your paper. It seems to inspire
me to a higher sense of living, to look up-
on my sickness as something sent from
Heaven, and to be thankful that I am
alive at least, and able to enjoy the spiri-
tual pleasures with which the world
abounds, not the least of which is reading
your Jacobean. I am beginning to look
forward to it every Friday morning. Let
this letter bear a message of hope to all
who ,complain and grumble at life with
its necessary ups and downs. With sin-
cerest wishes to you and all your associ-
ates for continued success, I am
Yours sincerely, Mrs. Haberfeld.
How often, my children, do you think
about the Promised Land, Palestine, the
land .flowing with milk and honey, and of
its beautiful scenery? It is after all,
Our Land, and very soon, we hope to
return there and plant our own vineyards,
and have our own farms and orchards.
Of course, there are obstacles, and these
must be overcome before we can expect
to settle there. What do you think about
the story that appears on this page, "The
Sleeping Beauty?" The very last line ex-
plains it all. It's about Palestine, so don't
fail to read it. Once again, a reminder
to remind mother to light the Shabbas
candles tonight at 6:00 p. m. Till next
week, a hearty, cheerful and GUTEN
SHABBOS.
Yours lovingly,
Grandpa.

The Sleeping Beauty

ONCE upon a time, children, there
lived in a far-off country, a very
beautiful princess. I know many people
who think she was the most beautiful prin-
cess the world has ever known. I have
never seen a picture of her myself, but I


like to think of her as a tall, slender maid-
en with heavy hair and dark eyes which
always seemed to dream. And every one
called her Shifrah (the beautiful one) and
she dwelt in peace in her father's house.
Now Shifrah had a suitor, Ben Judah, and
he loved her very dearly and longed to
dwell in her father's house where he wooed
her and won her loye, but he was made a
captive and carried away to live among a
strange people who sold him for a slave.
His master dragged him from one land to
another; and he was beaten and tortured
and knew the whip of the taskmasters and
the chain of the prison house.
Sometimes he cried aloud in his sorrow:
"Why do you treat me thus? I am the
betrothed husband of Shifrah, the daugh-
ter of a king."
But the captors only laughed and mocked
him and called him a beggar and a slave.
They continued to tell him that he only
dreamed of his past days and his princess-
es, until he at last began to believe their
mocking. And even when his master no
longer chained him to the prison house, he
did not seek to return to the Beautiful
One who waited for him, but wandered
lonely from place to place; if he ever
thought of her at al, he wondered wheth-
er his pleasant days of love were ever more
than a dream.
But the princess waited. He father did
not wish her to grow too weary of waiting
for her lover, and he caused her to fall in-
to a deep sleep. She lay upon her couch
with its gold embroidered coverlet and its
pillows strewn with rose leaves, and slept
through the long weary years. But even
then she was not at peace, for while she
s umbered, tears flowed from her closed
eyes and were lost in her long hair. Thorns
grew up about her castle so that none
might find her save the little birds who
flew above the thorny hedge and peeped
in at the windows.
Then one day, a little swallow bolder
than the rest, flew to where the princess
lay and lighted upon her couch. And he
heard her murmuring, even while she slept:
"Where is Ben Judah? Why does he not
return to free me?"
The swallow flew over land and sea un-
til he found Ben Judah. He had wandered
in the wilderness until, grown weary, he
had thrown himself upon the ground that
he might sleep and forget his sorrows and
the loneliness he cou-d not understand.
And the little swallow flew about his head
and sang softly in his ear: "Shifrah waits
for you in her far-off home. Why do
you not go to seek her?"
So Ben Judah arose and started upon
his long journey, and many whom he met
laughed at him when he told them of her
whom he sought, and warned him that his
bride would never awaken. Others begged
him to cease from his journey, for they
feared he would never be able to pass the
thorny hedge which surrounded his loved
one. But Ben Judah no longer doubted
nor was he afraid. Strong in hope, he


journeyed on, until at last he reached the
thorny hedge surrounding the palace,
where his princess slept. Then he sought
to climb the hedge, and at first the thorns
tore his hands and feet until the blood
flowed from his wounds, apd he feared he
could not press through the thorny wall
which shut him off from where the prin-
cess lay. Then gazing down, he marveled
to see that where the drops of his blood
fell, the thorns were blossoming into won-
drous red roses. He gathered the red
roses until his arms were filled with
them, and he climbed the hedge and entered
the palace.
Then he went softly through the silent
halls until he came to the place where the
princess slept.
At first he feared to approach her, and
his eyes filled with glad tears, so that he
could scarcely see her as she lay before
him. At last he stepped softly to her
side and filled her hands with the crimson
roses, stained with the blood he had shed
while seeking his way to her. Bending
over her, he awoke the sleeping princess
with a kiss, and she looked into his eyes
and was glad that he had come, and the
two were at peace.
Surely, I need not tell you the name
of the beautiful princess, children, for you
have already guessed that she is the
Daughter of Zion, and that her lover, Is-
rael, must be faithful to her forever. And
some day, perhaps You know that
in all the old stories the prince always
finds the princess.-Elma Ehrlich Lev-
inger.

The end of a man's human destiny is
surely not to be the best German, the best
Roman, or the best father, but the best man
he can be.-Curtis.

The life of every nation, as of every in-
dividual, is a battle, and the victory is to
those who fight with faith and undespair-
ing devotion.-Curtis.


THE JACOBEAN


October 23, 1931.