Published weekly in the interests of Miami Beach Jewry
Vol. 1. No. 9.
Miami Beach, Florida, Friday, November 27, 1931
Price 5 Cents
Office of Publication: 710 Jefferson Avenue,
Miami Beach, Florida.
RABBI LAZARUS AXELROD
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In the Name of Heaven
CQ ECENTLY an editorial appeared
Sin a local Jewish weekly under
the heading "Kashrus." Deeply con-
cerned and perturbed over this deli-
cate subject, the editor, overflowing
with piety, orthodoxy and religion,
conscientiously broadcasts advice to
the various communities of Greater
Miami on "how to conduct their
Kashruth campaign." In ominous
black letters, the rabbis are warned
against ordering meats for the mar-
kets. Even Miami Beach with its
newly established Kashruth commit-
tee is under the keen scrutiny of this
zealous and enthusiastic public bene-
factor. The advice here has turned
into a debate, and bears a slightly
Hillel and Shammai, two opponents
in Mishnaic debate, were constantly
engaged in holy warfare. But, where-
as they were united in their common
desire to elucidate the problem, theirs
was a "Machloketh Lesham Shoma-
yim," an argument in the name of
Heaven. "This Machloketh," say the
rabbis, "is one which will exist and
succeed. But a Machloketh which is
not in the name of heaven, as that
between Moses and Korah, will not
exist." Where ulterior motives and
enmity form the background of the
argument, the end will be even as
the end of Korah, tragic and disas-
trous. The earth opened up and
swallowed Korah together with his
two hundred and fifty disciples.
The Beth Jacob Kashruth commit-
tee has established friendly relation-
ship with the various hotels and mar-
kets of the Beach. Running smooth-
ly; with complete harmony between
the members and officers of the
committee, the signs are indicative of
a praiseworthy system of Kashruth
being carried out during the coming
season. Third parties are always un-
desirable. Advice and even a friend-
ly argument will be willingly re-
ceived, providing it is sincere and
whole-hearted. But let those who
would attempt to cause friction and
disruption in the ranks of any well
organized body, remember the end of
Korah. History repeats itself. We
solicit advice: let it be "In the name
Congregation Beth Jacob
311 Washington Ave.
"How Goodly Are Thy Tents, 0 Jacob."
Services begin this evening at 6 o'clock.
Late services at 8:30 p. m. Cantor Boris
Schlachman will conduct the congregational
singing. Rabbi Alexander S. Kleinfeld of
Temple Beth El, West Palm Beach, will
deliver a lecture in the absence of Rabbi
Axelrod who will officiate in Temple Beth
El the same evening. Everybody welcome.
Saturday morning services begin at 9
o'clock. Cantor Schlachman will conduct the
services. Minchah services at 5:00 p. m.,
after which Shalosh Seudoth will be served.
Sabbath melodies and short talks on the
Parsho will be included at this traditional
Announcement is made that daily services
are held at the synagogue with a Minyan
as follows: Schachrith service, 8:00 a. m.;
Minchah service, 5:30 p. m.; Maariv serv-
ice, 5:45 p. m.
The Beth Jacob Kashruth committee an-
nounces the commencing of operations to
insure strict Kashruth this season on the
Beach. Cantor Boris Schlachman, togeth-
er with the advisory head of the committee,
Rabbi Lazarus Axelrod, are keeping a close
watch on all meats entering the Beach,
whieh are carefully checked and sealed. A
system whereby meats purchased by hotels
and restaurants can be checked to cor-
respond with the sale of meats at the
markets is being worked out. Posters will
be placed in conspicuous positions at all
markets, hotels and restaurants receiving
IN affectionate remem-
brance of our dear hus-
band and father, Joseph B.
Berner, who passed away
December 6, 1930, corres-
ponding with 16th day of
Kislev, 5691. Deeply mourn-
ed and ever missed by his
loving wife and family; may
his soul rest in peace.
The Light is from our household
The voice we loved is stilled,
The place is vacant in our home,
Which never can be filled.
233 First St., Miami Beach
Unveiling of Tombstone
The unveiling of the tomb-
stone of the late Mr. Joseph B.
Berner, will take place at the
cemetery, Sunday afternoon.
Cars will leave from the Beth
Jacob synagogue at 3:00 p. m.
Rabbi Lazarus Axelrod will of-
ficiate. All friends, relatives
and acquaintances of the late
Mr. Berner are earnestly re-
quested to attend.
It will be recalled that Mr.
Berner met his death in an auto-
mobile accident on December 6,
1930. Mr. Berner was an active
member of the Jewish commun-
ity of Miami Beach. His bene-
volence and charitable deeds will
forever remain in the memory of
Miami Beach Jewry.
supervision by the committee, signed by the
rabbi and dated. Further details of the
work of the committee will appear from
time to time in these columns.
The following officers were elected:
President, A. Gross; treasurer, Ben Flee-
man; and secretary, Max Feit. The com-
mittee is composed of I. L. Mintzer, secre-
tary of Congregation Beth Jacob; H. Was-
serman, I. Gross, L. Baum, 'L. Abrams, J.
Caplan, A. Cohen, and M. Abraham. Can-
tor Boris Schlachman has been appointed
inspector and supervisor of the Kashruth.
Red Out of Red
Extracts from "The Wonder of Life"
By RABBI JOEL BLAU
AN, they say, is derived from the
word mind. Man is the thinking
being. The Hebrew, however, calls man
Adam: and the story of creation traces this
name to its origin: "adaimah"-the red
clay. "Adam min ha-odatmah"-Red out of
Red. Man is the red clay being. Does
then the Aryan spirit, as revealed in the
etymology of these words, really place a
higher estimate upon man than the Hebrew
genius? Does the one represent him as a
higher creature endowed with intellect,
while the other pictures him only as of the
earth earthy? Not necessarily.
"Adam min ha-adamiah," Red out of Red.
Clay out of clay. The being in whose
veins the rich red earth is liquefied into
rich red blood. The animal in whom, some-
how, rich red blood rises into the rich red
fervency of thought and vision. Rich red
life climbing up an endless ascent out of
the rich red loam: the wonder of it uttered
in the Hebrew, Adam. Life and Loam-
how far apart! Yet, somehow, God fused
the two together. And both are red, warm-
tinted, flame-hued. The flame that first
burnt itself into the clay finally became
liberated in man, to rise higher-ever high-
er-until its blazing tongues would brush
the heavens. Why speak only of blazing
tongues of revelation suspended from the
skies, and trying to reach down to earth?
Why think only of the mysterious confiden-
ces the mute skies would occasionally make
to man, and not of the answering revela-
tions reaching out of man's heart to the
heart of the heavens? Why not rather the
opposite and perhaps even more inspiring
symbol of the flame that rises out of the
earth, passes through man, and stretches
upward in the last refinement of human
thought? But oh, this redness rising out
of redness, how wonderful it is: "Adam min
" O DAM min ha-adamah." The phrase
l sings. Little crickets in the grass
and you beautiful creeping things that
cling to the earth while crawling over it
with a lazy caressing motion, come and sing
the phrase with me! Chirp it if you can;
or let the soft breezes play it for you on
blades and ears and stalks-their stringed
instruments-and let all the stir of life
quivering through this old-young world
chime out in unison with you and me this
triumphant refrain of rich red living:
"Adam min ha-adamah!" Let us sing it
together, so that we may assert to one
another our kinship, little brothers! I am
not ashamed of you, and do you not be
afraid of me. We are so much alike: wo-
ven of the same stuff, red and rosy and
Student Bible Class
With the approach of Chanukah, which
occurs Friday evening, December 4, the ac-
tivities of the cast which will paritcipate
in the Chanukah play are most pronounced.
The various members of the cast are now
taking a lively interest in their work and
the play promises to be one of outstand-
ing interest inasmuch as this is the first
play of its kind to be presented in Miami
Beach. Suitable scenic effects and costum-
ing will enhance the general appearance
of this unique program. The price of ad-
mission to this play is 50c. Tickets will
be on sale next week and may be ob-
tained from all members of the Student
The usual lesson was given by Rabbi
Axelrod. Joseph in Egypt and the story of
his rise to fame was discussed using Mid-
dashic interpretations where necessary. A
debate followed the lesson, subject: Re-
solved: that the knowledge of the Bible does
not oppose science. Milton Gaynor and So-
phie Besvinick spoke for the affirmative,
and Shirley Anis and Rae Capland upheld
Lillian Berner, librarian of the Bible
class, appeals through these columns for
kind donations of books, fiction and non-
fiction, for the library. Those desirious of
contributing books, please communicate
with Miss Berner at her home, 233 First
warm, and born of the same mother: "Adam
min ha-adamah!" ,
"Adam mnin ha-adamah." Out of the
same earth, out of the same world, out of
the same universe, did man emerge, even as
the other living creatures-beasts and birds,
green and groveling things. The same mys-
terious spark that troubles the human
breast zigzags through them too: leaping
forward through all creation, until it
reaches man and within him mounts into
richer redness. The same incomprehensible
sap that the red dust distills into the stems
and leaves, and which is the carrier of self-
renewing life to the twilight region of the
cell-soul, courses within the veins and fi-
bers of man's body, too: only, in the grasses
it is pale and green, while in me it is red-
red like the fiery heart of God. To mount
into redness, into redder brighter redness
-into passionate, palpitation redness-to
live fully, and gloriously, and abundantly:
such is the aim of life. Only take away
from me all that is pale and puny and pow-
erless, and give me the things that are
strong and colorful and vital; give me the
things that ask for eternity and throb with
indestructible being, and I shall be satis-
fied-I, "Adam min ha-adamah!"
(To Be Continued)
320 Collins Ave.
Specializing in strictly
Meats and Delicatessen
131 Seventh St. Phone 5-1515
Is local representative on Miami
Beach for the
L.&L. Freight Line, Inc.
which are under supervision of the
Railroad Commission, is bonded, and
handle shipments of any kind and size
including pianos, furniture, etc., be-
tween Miami and Jacksonville and in-
termediate points, with connections to
West Coast and North.
When You Need Help
Hotel, Restaurant and
Male and Female
White or Colored
15 Years Experience in
211 N. E. 13th St.
Just off the County Causeway
November 27, 1931
of Social Interest
Mrs. Klein and daughter, Shirley, re-
turned to the Beach after spending several
months in Cleveland, Ohio. The are stay-
ing at their home on Euclid avenue, at
Thirteenth street. They were accompanied
by their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Feigenbaum.
Mr. and Mrs. William Schwartz, brother-
in-law of Mrs. Granat of Miami Beach
have arrived here from Brooklyn, and will
spend the winter at the St. David Court.
Messrs. J. Goldberg and S. Albaum, pro-
prietors of the well-known Nemo hotel, have
arrived in Miami Beach from South Falls-
burg, N. Y. They are preparing to open
the Nemo hotel, which has earned for itself
a well deserved reputation as a hotel of
distinction and refinement. Situated on
Collins avenue at First street, within easy
reach of the beach, this hotel has been
well patronized in recent years by out-
standing personalities, including the fam-
ous Jewish orator, Rev. Z. H. Masliansky.
The dining room this season will be under
the supervision of the Beth Jacob Kashruth
Mr. Jack Sohn, who spent four weeks on
the Beach as the guest of Mr. Lazarus
Abramovitz, left Tuesday by boat for New
York City, where he will join his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Louis Sohn.
Mr. Beckendorf of New York City, who
spent an enjoyable time at the Sea Breeze
hotel for the past few weeks, left Wed-
nesday by train for home. He expects to re-
turn to the Beach shortly.
Mr. and Mrs. Appel, proprietors of the
Sea Breeze hotel have arrived on the Beach
from the North, and are preparing to re-
open their hotel. The Sea-Breeze hotel,
situated on Collins avenue at Second street,
is well known to Jewish tourists for its ex-
cellent dining room service, and well ap-
pointed hotel rooms. The dining room will
be under the supervision of the Beth Ja-
cob Kashruth committee, thus insuring both
Kosher and wholesome meals. The opening
of the hotel will be duly announced in these
Dr. Harry Z. Silverman, is preparing to
open his new office on 760 Collins avenue,
corner Eighth street, Miami Beach.
Mr. Bramson, well known flutist of
Miami, will render a number of solos at
the forthcoming Chanukah program of the
Beth Jacob Bible Class, accompanied on
the piano by Miss Jeannette Haberfeld.
Arriving from Saratoga Springs last
week to spend the winter season at Miami
Beach, are Mr. and Mrs. J. Mayor and sons
Al and Abe.
At the Toledo apartments for the winter
are Mr. and Mrs. Nusbaum and sons Nat
and Jack who recently arrived from Fleich-
man, N. Y.
Guests at the Seabreeze hotel for the next
few weeks include Dr. and Mrs. William
Sparer of New York City. Dr. Sparer is a
prominent physician of New York.
Mr. and and Mrs. Strauss of New York
City have recently arrived in Miami Beach
and are wintering at the Drexel Plaza
Mr. Harry Wasserman, vice president of
Congregation Beth Jacob and proprietor
of the Knickerbocker hotel, Collins avenue
at Third street, announces the opening of
the hotel, which contains spacious and well
furnished rooms with private bath, near
the ocean front. Mr. Wasserman is also
the proprietor of the Roseboro hotel in
Among the New Yorkers stopping at
the Lois apartments, is Mr. Jack Stern,
who will visit on the Beach for the next
New visitors to the Beach include Miss
Gertrude Eliovich from Passaic, N. J., who
is residing at 139 Meridian avenue.
Mrs. Kate Tischler and son, accompanied
by Miss Rose Rapkin, all of New York City,
arrived at the Beach for the winter and
may be found at 139 Meridian avenue.
Mr. George Greenberger of Norwich,
Conn., has arrived in Miami Beach and will
spend the winter at the Marevista apart-
Miss Anna Belle Verner was the hostess
last Saturday evening at a very delightful
party at her home in South Miami. The
guests enjoyed dancing and refreshments
attractively served. The Misses Sylvia
Chauncey, Jeannette Haberfeld, Ronnie
Thaler, Anita Silverman, Anna Belle Ver-
ner, and Messrs, Charles Melsher, James
Seigendorf, Bert Bernstein, Jack Krunsky,
CANTOR BORIS SCHLACHMAN
will conduct the congregational singing this
evening at Congregation Beth Jacob a't 8:30
p. in. Rabbi Alexander S. Kleinfeld of
West Palm Beach will deliver the sermon,
in the'absence of Rabbi Axelrod who will
officiate at the Temple Beth El, West Palm
Beach, this evening at 8 p. m.
Jack Stern, and Henry Weiner were among
A surprise birthday party honoring Jack
Hirsch was given at the home of his broth-
er, Mr. and Mrs. Hirsch of Miami, last
Sunday evening. A large number of friends
were present celebrating the occasion. Del-
icious refreshments served by the hostess
completed an enjoyable evening.
We are glad to see that our old friend,
Dr. S. Snowe, now located at the Hunting-
ton buildirig, Miami, has re-openeid his
Beach offices at his old address, 604 Fifth
street, corner Washington avenue. The
place has been entirely renovated and re-
equipped with some splendid new modern
Junior Hadassah Dance Successful
The Junior Hadassah of Miami held a
very successful Turkey Trot Dance Tues-
day evening, November 24, at Scottish
Rite Temple. Over three hundred attended
this unique and enjoyable affair. Dancing
was enjoyed by all and a few local artists
entertained. Milton Traeger acted as nas-
ter of ceremonies and gave an exhibition
of some very fine acrobatic dancing. Al
and Ruth Sontag gave special waltz and
fox trot dance numbers which were high-
ly applauded. Miss Lena Weinkle, presi-
dent of the Junior Hadassah, then said a
few words of welcome to the guests. The
event of the evening was the winning of
turkeys by Charles Wesson, Mannie Wes-
son and Jasper Cromer.
November 27, 1931
THE JACOBEAN November 27, 1931
Around the Handball Courts
By PAULA THALER
AS A Sunday pastime, many of our
young Jewish men may be found
whiling a few hours away at the Wash-
ington avenue handball courts. Of such in-
terest is the activity there, that members
of the fair sex are always among the spec-
tators. Of course we all know Milton Weiss
who received due recognition of his ability
by winning the handball doubles champion-
ship last year. Milton had better step live-
ly if he wants to retain that award. We
see some keen competition offered in play-
ers like Dave Weisberg, who through daily
practice, is becoming very dexterous in this
art. Dave himself may have championship
ideas. Who knows? Al Glickman too, a
newcomer, is among the outstanding play-
ers. A little more practice Al, and you'll
overshadow them all. Incidentally, the
Hirsch brothers, Jack and Irving, claim
they haven't enough competition! What's
this? Won't a brave Galahad rush to
the rescue and demonstrate some skillful
work? Let's not forget Max Goldstein who
put off two of our best players last Sun-
day,-and why is Max so quiet these past
few days? We want to see more of him,
for we know he's headed for bigger and
better things. Too bad Jack Sohn has left
us because he's another player conspicu-
ous for his fine handling of the ball. Isn't
he the darkest chap (and we might add, the
handsomest) that has ever graced our
courts? Still, we wonder if he really needs
some moral support? ? ? We have been ob-
serving Lou Koran practicing up a bit re-
cently. Perhaps some day-well, if we keep
our eyes open, we may all be surprised.
Then, too, there is Al and Ralph Grossman
who certainly know the tricks of the game.
We'll support those boys to the finish! Last,
but not least, we must mention Harry Gold-
en who is demonstrating a real stick-to-it
spirit. Remember, Harry, practice makes
perfect! Look for the further progress of
the handball enthusiasts next week.
Next Sunday morning the Bible Class
boys will play diamondball at the Ada Mer-
ritt field. All friends who are interested
are cordially invited.
The Flamingo Park Elimination Tennis
Tournament, composed of Ida M. Fisher
girls, had their first series of games last
Monday afternoon. The girls are practic-
ing frequently and interesting results are
promised. So far Shirley Annis, Rae Cap-
land, Helen and Lillian Eisman, Lucy
Snowe, Martha Rauzin, Ethel Mintzer and
Marion Blank comprise the contestants.
The Beth Jacob Bible Class basketball
team made a spectacular start last Sunday
morning at Flamingo Park when they beat
the A. Z. A. boys of Miami, 31-13. Julius
Friedman starred for the Bible Class boys
by making most of the goal shots and, to-
gether with the splendid passing and guard-
ing of Bernard Frank, Norman Thaler, Her-
bert Glickman, Jack Nissenbaum, Max Gay-
nor, Saul Dansky and Dennis Quittner, led
our team to victory. David Hirsch did some
fine playing on the opposing team. After
such a successful first encounter, our boys,
under the able coachmanship of Al Gross-
man, are anxiously awaiting the coming
season and eagerly looking forward to play-
ing against other teams in Greater Miami.
Young Men's Club Loses to Tamiami
MURRAY B. GROSSMAN
The Tamiami Temple five upset the loop
leading Young Men's Club, handing them
the first defeat of the season, Monday eve-
ning last. The score was 12 to 10. The
Young Men's Club won Thursday's contest
with the same team by the score of 42 to
15 and why they should suffer defeat at
the hands of the team they had beaten so
badly before, is a mystery. In the first
game Weinkle rolled up 16 points and R.
Grossman 12. The team was playing fine
ball to the last man, and everyone was mak-
ing his shots count.
Four days later, however, the team they
had so overwhelmed came back with a bang
and upset the Men's Club. The game was
closely played throughout. Every point was
hotly contested. The Temple five assumed
the lead with the first play and maintained
it throughout the game.
I. Schwartz scored 10 of the team's 12
points. Again there was a lack of coordi-
nation seen at times in previous games.
This defeat should teach the boys the les-
son of teamwork. However, they still re-
tain first place as they have won four games
and lost only one, and lead the other five
teams in games won. The next game will
be played Monday evening at the Y. M. C.
A. at eight o'clock.
He who is ashamed will not easily com-
mit sin. Commit a sin twice, and you will
think it perfectly allowable. There is a
great difference between him who is
ashamed before his own self, and him who
is only ashamed before others.
Watch for the Opening of the
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November 27, 1931
November 27, 1931 THE JACOBEAN
In Lighter Vein
Pardonable Under the Circumstances
A Libertine who admitted that he had
failed to say grace after meal was brought
before- the rabbi of a small Lithuanian
"Is it true," questioned the divine, "that
you didn't 'bensch' after dinner?"
"Yes, sir," admitted the godless man, un-
"Why?" demanded the minister.
"Because I had not washed my hands be-
fore the meal," explained the sinner.
"Ya, ya," observed the holy man, mourn-
fully, "we have lived to see a fine genera-
tion. A Jew eating without 'n'tilas yo-
dayim!' Wo unto the ears that thus hear!
And why, indeed didn't you wash your
"Because the food was not kosher," re-
plied the transgressor. "I ate it in a Chris-
"My God!" exclaimed the spiritual lead-
er, in horror. "You mean to say you have
"Yes, rabbi," said the miscreant, with-
out blinking an eye. "I couldn't help it.
You see, it was 'Yom Kippur,' and the
Jewish restaurants were closed."
He Believed in Paying Debts
Two merchants were on their way to the
big city, traveling in one carriage and chat-
ting chummily about the social and eco-
nomic problems of their little community.
Suddenly a band of armed bandits appeared
and ordered them to halt.
"Your cash or your life," boomed forth
the leader of the desperadoes, pointing a
big shot-gun at the wayfarers.
"Just a moment, please," pleaded one of
the victims. "I owe my friend 500 rubles
and I want to pay him first. Reb Yosel,"
said the debtor, "here is your debt. Remem-
ber, we are now square."
Why the Preacher Made Him Cry
The synagogue was packed to capacity.
The good Sabbath-observing folk of the
small community were gathered to hear the
itinerant preacher, whose arrival had been
heralded for weeks in advance.
The orator, who was a short, stocky,
bearded man, was at his best. In passion-
ate language he spoke of religion and mo-
rality, of life and hereafter, and of reward
and retribution. In glowing and vivid style
he described the suffering and agonies of
the sinners in the world beyond.
An old tailor in tattered garb, who was
occupying a pew on the last bench, made
his presence conspicuous by weeping and
sobbing in a heart-breaking manner, which
flattered the vanity of the speaker. For to
make people cry by the mere power of
words is not a mean achievement.
At the conclusion of his sermon, the
preacher came over to the lachrymose fel-
low, shook hands with him, and asked him
what were the striking remarks in the
"drashah" which made him cry.
"It was not the 'drashah' that made me
cry," confessed the maudlin individual, "but
your face. It aroused sad memories in me.
I once had a goat that supplied milk to
my family. She had a nice, long beard
exactly like yours. Then, one bright morn-
ing, when I came into the barn, I found
her dead. And when I looked at you, I
couldn't help thinking of my poor goat.
Your beards were so much alike!"
at Seventh St.
OPEN DEC. 1st
Mr. Neil Home, Mgr.
(With apologies to Charles Dickens)
Merely Curious to Know
What Sylvia was doing in the kitchen
How the salt sellers are progressing?
How the astronomy students are com-
Why all the girls have been so blue since
Jackie left-and when he's coming back?
Why Jack ran out of gas Saturday night?
Why all the young folks who have re-
cently arrived don't show up at Bible Class
Wednesday evenings and get acquainted?
Why Anna Belle's lawn was so popular a
certain moonlit eve?
Why Ronnie changed her name?
What Henry was doing promenading
around in pajamas?
Where Bob has been keeping himself re-
When Madame X will make her appear-
Why Gilford went to the dance alone?
Why Gilford went to the dance alone?
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November 27, 1931
Shylock is "the Jew that Shakespeare
drew." He is not the Jew of real life, even
in the Middle Ages, stained as their story
is with hot tears-nay, the very heart's
blood-of the martyred race. The medieval
Jew did not take vengeance on his cruel
foes. Nay, more than this: with a sublime
magnanimity he could actually preach and
practice widest benevolence towards his
oppressors. Throughout the Middle Ages,
when Jews were daily plundered and tor-
tured, and done to death "for the glory of
God," not a word was breathed against the
morality of the victims. They suffered be-
cause they were heretics, because they
would not juggle with their conscience and
profess a belief that did not live in their
souls. But Jewish ethics soared to still
nobler heights. The Jew preserved his in-
tegrity in spite of his suffering; but more
than this, he forgave-ay, even blessed-its
authors. The Jews hunted out of Spain in
1492 were in turn cruelly expelled from
Portugal. Some took refuge on the African
coast. Eighty years later the descendants
of the men who had committed or allowed
these enormities were defeated in Africa,
whither they had been led by their king,
Don Sebastian. Those who were not slain
were offered as slaves at Fez to the descen-
dants of the Jewish exiles from Portugal.
"The humbled Portuguese nobles," the his-
torian narrates, "were comforted when their
purchasers proved to be Jews, for they
knew that they had humane hearts"-
Morris Joseph, 1891.
Scripture ordains that the Hebrew slave
who "loves" his bondage shall have his ear
pierced against the door-post (Exodus 21).
Why? Because it is that ear which heard
on Sinai, "They are My servants, they shall
not be sold as bondsmen." They are My
servants, not servants' servants. And this
man voluntarily throws away his precious
freedom-"Pierce his ear!"'
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His Last Bow
By MURRY B. GROSSMAN
"" XTRA! Extra! Bloody murder! Ex-
tra!" An old, worn-out cry of the
newsboy. A strong, modulated voice, ac-
centuating strongly the "Ex"; shrieking the
"Murder" at the top of the lungs. A terri-
fying yell, as if the shouter himself was
being murdered. Strangely, a most convinc-
ing voice; as though the owner was ac-
customed to being listened to and believed.
In an ordinary environment, the voice
would undoubtedly have arrested attention
from anyone, and would have provoked a
comment, for it was not the coarse voice
of a common newsboy. It was a practiced
voice, a cultured voice. The pronunciation
was markedly correct.
But it was not an ordinary environment.
It was Times Square. The mecca of New
York; the melting pot of thousands upon
thousands of a hurrying, jostling, shoved-
about populace: where a poor salesman
shoved the president of a department store
chain; where a maid servant rubbed elbows
with a popular actress; where a dope fiend
squirmed beside a virgin; where more peo-
ple passed in one hour, than is the indi-
vidual population of more than half the
cities in the country.
Occasionally, a passerby being attracted
by it, would stop, searching among the
milling throngs for the owner of the voice
-looking for a husky youngster; big,
strong, ambitious-looking, but looking in
vain. Then, after the eye had passed over
him several times, it finally rested upon
the owner of the voice.
A husky youngster? Big? Strong?
Ambitious? Lord! Could the ears be so
deceiving? There he stood, near the curb.
A short, bent-up old man. He had a back
which gave you the impression of being
humped, yet which one would swear was
not. Long, uncut hair streamed from un-
derneath an old tattered felt hat and fell
in disorderly array over the turbulent fea-
tures, hiding them from pitying gaze.
A face to remember! At one time a fa-
mous face. Hair at one time fashionably
sliced down, glistening in the rays of the
spotlight-now, disheveled, unkempt; Lord
knows when it was cut or combed last.
Eyes, which once had magically radiated
forth the happy luster of a contented life
-now, sad, weary, blood-clotted, dejected!
The famous mouth, from which the golden
voice had sailed forth to be heard clearly
and loved in the last row on the highest
balcony in the finest theatres. The golden
voice which had spoken for Hamlet, Romeo,
Caesar, and countless other famous char-
acters. The voice which had brought tears
enough to fill a sea. The voice which for
years and years had held audiences spell-
bound. THAT voice, now shouting: "Ex-
tra! Murder! Extra!" Oh, the irony of
Fate! For, my friends, this is Edward
Rellan. THE Edward Rellan.
The yelling suddenly ceased. Mr. Rellan,
ready for your entrance, please. A clang
from a street car passing by. Ah, the bell!
The curtain rises for this last act. The
papers drop from his hands. He walks
slowly towards the center of his stage.
What is all the noise about? The peo-
ple shouting to look out! No; the people
applauding him, calling his name. He tot-
ters. No; he bows. More yelling. No; more
Suddenly, many clangs! Many bells! The
drug-filled brain is puzzled, the head is
cocked in a listening attitude. What is this?
The clanging of those bells? The hysteri-
cal shouting of all these people? ....
A shadow, a huge shadow, approaches rap-
idly-is nearer! Frantic clanging! Frantic
yelling. Shouts! Cries! NEARER! .. .
THUD! That-no more.
The crowd gathers around the lifeless
shape of flesh where the rushing fire en-
gines had passed over it . . Edward
Rellan had made his last bow.
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Kane's Kollege Komments
By FRANCIS KANE
W ITH the publishing of this edition of
the Jacobean, Kane's Kollege Kom-
ments makes its initial appearance. From
week to week I'll keep you posted on the
activities of the Jewish students of Miami
University. Maybe we'll have some Gaines-
ville and Tallahassee news here. So as Ed-
die Cantor says, "Here it is, and I hope
you like it!"
Skill is required to tumble properly.
Lewis Stein, Bob Seigal, Morty Faye and
Irving Applebaum will testify to this, be-
cause they're members of the new tumbling
team at the University.
I've heard that the team is to give the
first exhibition this Friday night between
halves of the homecoming football game.
The Mixed Chorus made its bow last
Tuesday at the Thanksgiving assembly
program. This group is composed of many
of the best singers selected from members
of the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs. Among
our Jewish students are: Pauline Lasky,
Frances Kane, Milton Friedman, Milton
Weiss and Julius Friedman.
We ought to take a special interest in
the "Hurricane," the weekly paper pub-
lished by the University students, because
many of the contributions come from our
own boys and girls. Book reviews are fea-
tured by Isadore Neham, sports news by
Jack Daly and Joe Flieschaker, who, by
the way, is president of the Debating Coun-
cil; and on the repertorial staff we have
Pauline Lasky, Bob Cohn and Frances
More next week about the visiting col-
lege students over Thanksgiving.
The Beth Jacob Talmud Torah announces
that henceforth the classes will be in charge
of Mr. Gordon, well-known in Miami for
his pedagogical ability. Mr. Gordon held
the position of Hebrew teacher in Congre-
gation Beth David for a number of years.
All students wishing to register please ap-
ply to the principal, Rabbi Axelrod, or to
Mr. Gordon, who will be present at the
school daily from 3:30 to 7:30.
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An unusual feature on the program of
the Mana-Zucca Music club yesterday was
the talk on "How to Speak," by Robert
Louis Zoll. I. M. Cassel and Henry D. Wil-
liams followed with a piano duet, "Valse
Caprice," by Grieg, Helen Williams, a new
speaker in the club, gave a reading on the
life of Grieg. Mana-Zucca, pianist, and
Carl Oakes, violinist, closed the program
with a brilliant and interpretative rendi-
tion of the Sonata in C Minor by Grieg for
piano and violin. Great enthusiasm is
centered around the 'Toy Symphony," by
Haydn, to be presented by members of the
club next Tuesday at 3:45 p. m., at which
time members will appear in costume ap-
propriate for a child's musical program.
I have never been able to understand how
it is that a language spoken by perhaps
more than half of the Jewish race should
be regarded with such horror, as though
it were a crime. Six million speakers are
sufficient to give historic dignity to any
language! One great writer alone is
enough to make it holy and immortal. Take
Norwegian. It is the language of only two
million people. But it has become immortal
through the great literary achievements of
Ibsen. And even though Yiddish cannot
boast of so great a writer as Ibsen, it has
reason to be proud of numerous smaller
men-poets, romancers, satirists, drama-
The main point is that Yiddish incorpor-
ates the essence of a life which is distinc-
tive and unlike any other. There is noth-
ing of holiness in any of the outer express-
ions of life. The one and only thing holy
is the human soul, which is the source of all
human effort.-Israel Zangwill, 1906.
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Has boiled within me long.
My song shall thrill each hearer,
And none so deaf but hears,
For the burden of my ditty
Is the pain of a thousand years.
It melts both gentle and simple,
Even hearts of stone are riven-
Sets women and flowers weeping;
They weep, the stars of heaven.
And all these tears are flowing
By channels still and wide,
Homeward they are all following
To meet in Jordan's tide.
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THE ACOBAN Nvembr 27 193
CONDUCTED BY GRANDPA
My dear grandchildren:
Last week, strolling along Ocean Drive,
accompanied by some of my grandchildren,
I noticed the increasing number of tourist
children romping on the Beach, bubbling
over with childish delight at the wonderful
and beautiful scenery. Many Jewish chil-
dren were there too. And, I must admit
that I also noticed a grimaced smile on the
faces of my own dear little tots as they
looked with envy on those rich men's dar-
lings, who had not a care in the world.
Well dressed and well fed, they were the
picture of health and happiness. They
danced in the sunlit waves and threw hand-
fuls of salt water at each other, accompan-
ied by bursts of childish laughter.
Yet withal, they are strangers within our
gates. They are away from home. They
feel a certain sense of longing for their
home town. And so, my dear children, it
is up to you to make these little rich strang-
ers feel at home. Show them the spirit of
the Jewish child. Bring them in to your
little circle, to your schools, introduce them
to all your little friends, and, above all
remember that the Bible instructs us to
love the stranger "For Ye Were Strangers
in the Land of Egypt."
Poor or rich, healthy or sick, every child
needs the society of other children. It is,
as much a part of his or her life as food,
clothes, and amusements. For, without
friends life is worthless; worse than that,
it is a miserable and painful existence.
There is an old legend which tells of a man
who fell asleep, and slept for one hundred
years. When he awoke, he found himself
alone in a crowded world. No one knew
him, and he knew no one. In his loneliness
he turned to God. "Give me friendship,"
he cried, 'or give me death." His prayer
was heard and he died. And so, my dear
children, keep together and keep on friend-
ly terms with each other, and especially
with the tourist children, for they are de-
pendent for their social life upon you and
your little friends.
Next week, and Chanukah will be here,
with its following of Chanukah Latkes
(pancakes) and Chanukah Gelt. Aha, you
seem surprised. Chanukah Gelt? Well, in
my young days I would gather pennies from
all my relatives, uncles, aunts, cousins and
second cousins. This was the Chanukah
money which every good child has a right
to expect. Many things I have now are a
result of that Gelt, purchased with pride
at the ten cent store. So, use your influ-
ence on your parents and other relatives
and see how much Gelt you can accumulate,
and then spend it wisely at the nearest
five and ten. So, till next week, a hearty
and Gutten Shabbos. Next week we will
discuss the Chanukah candles.
IN THE COURT OF ANTIOCHUS
(Concluded from last week)
Slowly, the old scribe shook his head.
"I am an honored man before the people,"
he answered simply, "and to many of them
I can do no evil. If I eat as you command
me, what shall it profit me whether I defile
my lips with unclean fo9d or no, seeing that
many in Israel will take a lesson from my
example and eat of the abomination lest
they die at the hands of your officers?
Can I so stain my old age and lead others
into sin?" He threw back his white head,
his voice sounding like a trumpet. "I will
show myself such as my age requires. Now
let the young die willingly as I."
The king's face darkened with wrath.
"Slay him," commanded Antiochus, "and
show no mercy in his death."
"Oh, my lord," pleaded Elias, white and
trembling, as the guards led the old man
away, "show him mercy. I ask this little
thing in the name of your friendship."
"You are over-tender for a soldier,
friend." The king's tone held a hint of
mockery for the last word. "Sometimes I
wonder whether you are indeed wholly
Greek and my friend. You still pity these
"But he is such an old man," pleaded
Elias lamely, "and so helpless. He might
be my father-or yours."
Antiochus gave his favorite a searching
glance. "You plead over well," he said.
"Remember-when you wear my livery you
are Greek and no longer a Jew. Yet to
satisfy your tender heart," he was sneer-
ing now, "I grant him one more grace. Go
after the old rebel. Tell those who torture
him that if he repents at any time he lives."
Pausing only to kiss his royal master's
robe, Elias bounded down the long corri-
dors of the palace toward the chamber of
torture. Even at the door he overtook the
two guards with the aged scribe between
them. There for a long minute they stood
staring into each other's eyes, the youth
in his liveries of scarlet and gold, and the,
old man with bound hands and serene
"You recognized me?" faltered Elias.
The old man nodded. "Yes. But your
place is not here. Go back and fawn upon
"I would save you. I will plead again
and yet again with the king."
"I am in the hands of the King of Kings
and no evil can befall me. Even now I am
happier than you, for the God of my fath-
ers for whom I have lived all my years is
beside me as I offer up my life for His
Elias gave a hopeless gesture. "Pass
on," he commanded the guards, and stood
aside with bowed head as they passed into
the chamber of torture.
Left alone Elias stared before him like a
man in a dream. Slowly he unfastened the
jeweled chain about his throat, the gold
bands upon his arms. They dropped to the
floor, a glittering heap upon the white
marble. His face hard and cold as flint,
the young man drew his sword from his
scabbard and broke it across his' knees.
At that moment he was too sick with hor-
ror to think clearly of anything but the
suffering of the old scribe just beyond the
bars of the torture chamber. But one thing
he knew: when the guards would appear
again, telling him Eleazar, the scribe, was
dead, he would slip from the golden prison
house of Antiochus, no longer a Greek but
a Jew, ready to serve the people he had
deserted so long ago. Yes, he would leave
the ease and the safety of the palace be-
hind him; he would seek the camp of Ju-
das Maccabeus in the mountains and join
the ranks of the hunted, starving soldiers.
Perhaps if he fell fighting among them, he
might do a little to wipe away his sin.
The guards appeared. Elias swayed to-
ward them, forcing his white lips to frame
the question although he already knew its
"He is dead?"
One of the men nodded. "And died like the
rest of them, praising his God." He looked
doubtfully at the half-fainting courtier.
"But why are you so troubled? What was
he to you?"
"He cast me off long ago for following
the ways of the Greeks," said Elias. "He
was my father."
To one who denied resurrection, Gabiha
ben Pasissa said: "If what never before
existed, exists, why may not that which
once existed exist again?"
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