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The mental juxtaposition of the seedy poet and the piquant actress in her frills and furbelows set the whole café rocking with laughter. Pinchas took it as a tribute to his ingenious method of drawing the soubrette-serpent's fangs. He grinned placidly. 'And when is your play coming on? asked Radsikoff. 'After Passover, replied Pinchas, beginning to button his frock-coat against the outer cold.
Pinchas followed him soon, inwardly upbraiding Reb Shemuel for meanness. He had only as yet had his breakfast for his book. Perhaps it was Simcha's presence that was to blame. She was the Reb's right hand and he did not care to let her know what his left was doing. He retired to his study when Pinchas departed, and the Rebbitzin clattered about with a besom.
"Anyhow," concluded Pinchas, "you have a more pious flock than the Rabbi of my native place, who, one day, announced to his congregation that he was going to resign. Startled, they sent to him a delegate, who asked, in the name of the congregation, why he was leaving them. 'Because, answered the Rabbi, 'this is the first question any one has ever asked me!" "Tell Mr.
If only to oust this 'Ophelia, he must be at the theatre instanter. 'Has Goldwater given you a contract? 'I am a poet, not a lawyer, said Pinchas proudly. 'Parchments are for Philistines; honest men build on the word. 'After all, it comes to the same thing with Goldwater, said Radsikoff drily.
He knew his shortcomings, but could never quite comprehend the importance of becoming English. He had a latent feeling that Judaism had flourished before England was invented, and so the poet's remark was secretly pleasing to him. "You know very well," went on Pinchas, "that I and you are the only two persons in London who can write correct Holy Language." "No, no." said the Rabbi, deprecatingly.
May the curtain fall on a gibbering epileptic! 'Can't hear! said Goldwater. 'Speak plainer. 'I will speak plainer, swine-head! Never shall a work of mine defile itself in your dirty dollar-factory. I spit on you! He spat viciously into the telephone disk. But Goldwater had cut off the connection. Pinchas finished for his own satisfaction: 'An Irish fire-woman.
"The only way for our poor brethren to be saved from their slavery," went on Simon Wolf, "is for them to combine against the sweaters and to let the West-End Jews go and hang themselves." "Ah, dat is mine policee," said Pinchas, "dat was mine policee ven I founded de Holy Land League. Help yourselves and Pinchas vill help you.
Pinchas kissed his hand again. 'Ah, I and you are the only two men in New York who understand how to treat poesy. 'Sure! Kloot snatched his hand away. 'Good-bye. Pinchas lingered, gathering up his papers. 'And you will see it is not adulterated with American. In Zion they do not say "Sure" or "Lend me a nickel." 'I guess not, said Kloot. 'Good-bye.
"As honey a bear." "Good, then!" said Pinchas; "I shall not fail." The door closed upon him. In another moment it reopened a bit and he thrust his grinning face through the aperture. "Ten per cent. of the receipts!" he said with his cajoling digito-nasal gesture. "Certainly," rejoined the actor-manager briskly. "After paying the expenses ten per cent. of the receipts." "Thou wilt not forget?"
'I shall come to your first night, he added. 'It will be a tribute which the audience will appreciate, said Pinchas. 'I am thinking that if I had one of these aromatic cigars I too might offer a burnt-offering unto the Lord. There was general laughter at the blasphemy, for the Sabbath, with its privation of fire, had long since begun.
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