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"THE FACTORY"

A STORY
BY ABRAHAM REISIN.

It was winter. We boys were sit- they'll do good business."
sing in chedar, studying. The text for
"I should say so. That man will
the day was too difficult and too in- get rich." The smith tried to impress
volved for our frivolous little heads upon the rabbi what great fortunes
and besides we were not the least bit could be made out of matches.
interested in its subject matter—the
"Who's putting up flue factory?"
punishment to he inflicted on thieves. asked the rabbi.
As far as we were concerned they
"Some rich man from Minsk. He
might have let the fellows off alto- has a pile of money and wants to go
gether. Anyhow we did not under- into business."
"And where will the factory be?"
stand what it was all about. It
seemed that one, a poor man—other-
"Oh, he's found a tine spot . . .
wise he would not have turned thief-- right near the brook . . . a fine spot."
"Near the brook!" we all cried out
had stolen a lamb and was carrying
it away on his shoulder. The lamb in one voice, and began staring at
was bleating sadly. It was altogether each other.
"Your books!" ordered the rabbi.
a very simple story but then came the
tanaim and the sages, those great
Idlers, Dunces.
"Near the brook," 1 whispered to
and made a whole controversy
I VA'S,
of the matter, quarreled and argued so my neighbor, giving him a thump
from behind. And my heart was filled
touch that they enraged even our rab-
bi, who, therefore, began beating its with a strange feeling. Strange pic-
with the heavy books. Altogether it tures appeared before my eyes. I
wanted to fall at the feet of the smith
was a fine mix-up.
And just on this day we were study- and beg for further details. "Rah
ing the chapter which has only a few lierl, have pity, tell the truth—really
lines of text and the rest of which will it be near the brook—is there
consists of commentaries and re- going to be a factory near the brook?"
could not believe the good fortune
marks—so that the text looked like
a little island caught between two which had befallen us.
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great seas. And it seemed to me that
we were all standing on the island
The factory was ready in the
and trembling and our rabbi, the cap-
spring. \Ve chedar boys came run-
tain, was trying to lead us across the ning over to have a look at it. From
two oceans to be a hero, only since
a distance its appearance frightened
he could not do so he yelled and
us. The tall chimneys looked so sin-
cursed, and, worse still, kept on heat-
ister and cruel as though they wanted
ing us.
to devastate the entire field lying
The door opened and Ireril the about.
smith entered. He was the father of
"My, what chimney's." called out
one of our boys. He had come to one of the boys, pointing at them.
find out how Jossele was getting along
"Hose they buzz!" another boy re-
and also to exchange a few words marked, in an awed voice.
with the rabbi.
"Let's get nearer. There's nothing
"Sholom aleichem, rabbi." and the to be afraid of." still another proposed
smith gave the rabbi his coarse, la- courageously.
bOrer's hand.
"Who's afraid?" we all cried out.
"Aleichem sholom," answered the "Come on, let's have a good look."
cross rabbi, trying to smile and find-
\Ve came nearer to the factory and
ing it very difficult.
stopped near the brook. 'Fite water
"Sit down, reb Tier. Well, rascals," flowed along quietly and sadly; it
and the rabbi turns his attention to seemed to me that the brook was
us. "Stop fighting and look into your weeping . . . that it was afraid of the
books while I chat for a while with great structure.
reb Bert'
I was not the only' one upon whnm
We all looked into the great sea of the brook made this impression. All
words, but our ears were strained to the boys, instead of looking at the
hear the news which the smith had factory, looked into the water and
brought. Ber, the smith, always had sighed.
some news to spring whenever lie
" \Vater's muddy."
paid us a stmt.
"That's right."
"What a world this has become.
"It's from the smoke of the chitn.
It's great. I tell you it's great," he-
' I feel sorry for the brook," a little
gan the smith.
„
"Why, what's the matter, rab lier? boy said, trying to make a joke of it.
and the rabbi grew curious and "Fool!” stud we laughed at him. Our
pricked up his ears to hear the news. 1,,,,, rts,
and we all
"Great! Great!". the smith kept on felt like crying. '
"What a world!"
"But tell us," urged the rabbi.
The spring was over. It was a hot
"Great! Great!"
We kept our eyes glued to the summer day. All during the long,
pages and waited impatiently for Ber's tiresome day. while studying with the
I cross rabbi. see kept thinking of the
explanation of his "great, great."
"Such a little village," began the evening when we should run and fling
smith. "Six streets and a market- ourselves into our beloved brook.
place. We can't count the Gentile Impatiently see kept gazing through
streets. And in such a little village the window to see how far the shad-
they're going to put up g factory . , ow cast by the houses had reached
. a factory. It's great, I tell you." across the street. Oh, when would
"A factory," I whispered and gave the sun take pity upon us and bundle
my neighbor an emphasizing kick. itself off somewhere far behind the
"Look into your books," thundered houses, so that the rabbi would set us
free.
the rabbi.
And now the entire street lay in
Is that so?" he returned to the
smith. "A factory in this place. Are shadow. The shepherd was driving
the
flocks by. The rabbi told us we
they crazy?"
could go.
"Yes, a match factory."
"Bathing!"
we all yelled out and
"Matches!" and I gave my neigh-
made one rush for the .brook.
bor another kick.
"Listen how it whistles," one of the
"Idiot, will you study or not?"
y elled the rabbi, and gave me a cuff boys remarked in a worried tone.
"Oh, let it whistle. It'll be livelier
on the ear. "So, a match factory'. Is
bathing."
that so?" the rabbi mused.
"That's right," we agreed.
"Yes, yes. They're going to put up
But the nearer we approached the
a snatch factory in our village."
"Crazy . . . stark mad," laughed brook, the more our fear grew. Our
the rabbi. "How many matches do hearts seemed to foretell something
we need lucre? Let us say a hundred sad.
I began running more and more
packages a week. Then will it pay
them? They're crazy . ." quickly'. On coming near the brook,
The smith explained to the rabbi I remained standing as though turned
that a factory does not make matches to stone.
"No brook," I sobbed out.
for one village. The matches are sent
"Z...z...z...z...z..." the chim-
For instance,
all over the world.

HARRY APPEL
IS SOWING
DOLLARS

Out Jefferson Beyond Hudson's and the Continental

He sows them the depth of a basement, covers them with water, lime, sand,
brick, cement, lumber and plaster. In about °a month they have grown to the
height of a house. He treats them with some paint and other decoration, and,
lo, they have blossomed into a full grown attractive home.

Very Nic , But How Does It He p Harry ?

Why, this way. Harry has the knack V. making those houses sell themselves.
He keeps on working and first thing he knows some one stops him and insists
on buying one of those houses. He goes to work again, but before long he has
to stop and sell another. And so it go , s, day after day, and house after house.
And, mind you, he could sell them all before they're finished. Has ten of them
under way now.

Says He Could Sel 50 Houses If Fie Had Th -m.

All very good, but still how does it help Harry? You say he can't make any
money with prices as high as they are. Don't fool yourself. Harry isn't work-
ing for that health of his. He's workinz to keep those dollars sprouting, grow-
ing, and multiplying into more dollars—and they're sure multiplying.

Six Tim -s10% Is How Much?

And how much is eight times 10% ? Hwy will turn his money over at least six
times before winter, and probably eight times. Each time it has grown, oh, just
10% or more, that's all.

Harry Is Some Planter All Right, All Right, and
Here's The Secret---
He Doein't Wait, But Is Busy Now, Now, Now.

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JEWISH BOY HONORED
"Oh..h..
The water looked like a plate on
BY U. OF D. CLASSMATES
which some greasy food has cooled.
On it were thrown broken boxes and
dirt. It all had a strange, stifling
At a meeting of the senior law
odor.
class of the University of Detroit,
We remained there, motionless, our held \larch 18, 1919, Herman A.
heads bowed, staring at the brook. Schmier, a Jewish law student, was
Suddenly we were startled by a gruff unanimously elected to represent his
voice near us.
class on the Board of Directors of
the "Detroit Union," an organization
"What are you doing here, eh?"
We turned about and saw a tall recently formed for the purpose of
stout man, bald-headed. standing advancing and promoting the wel-
there and smiling at us. We did not fare of all departments of the Uni-
versity in all their future endeavors
know what to say.
liarisover matches are known all over nets buzzed.
"Z ...z...z...z...z..."
"What are you doing here?" he re-
the country. Those people were mak-
'flue
boys
came
up
to
me,
bent
their
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ing a fortune.
peated.
Is that so?" said the rabbi. "Well,, heads and looked into the brook. We
"We want to bathe," I stammered,
now, that's different. So they sendr all heaved a deep sigh, as though be-
involuntarily.
the matches out. Then, I suppose moaning the death of a dear one:
"Ha! ha! ha! Bathe, eb?" and the
stout man burst out laughing. "Well,
then, why don't you undress? Hal
ha! ha!"
"Once we used to bathe here," an-
other boy ventured in a voice choked
with tears. "Once the water was
clean."
"Oh, once, once," the tall man said
jokingly. "Once it was no trick to
bathe here, but try it now—ha! ha!—
bathe now, why don't you?"
His laughter drove us wild. One
of the boys, pale as death, yelled out:
"I hope your factory burns down,"
and he burst into tears.
"Ila, hal" the stout man went off
into another peal of laughter. "Get
home, you scamps."
All the way home the man's laugh-
ter rang in my ears. The humming
of the chimneys oppressed me.
"I hope it burns. I hope it burns,"
one boy kept repeating all the way
home.
"It choked our brook," another
HERMAN A. SCHMIER.
sighed.
We wept for the brook and curet
the factory for a long, long time to and undertakings. This organization
is intended to operate very much on
come.
tr,f
the same order as the "Michigan
Union" at Ann Arbor.
Those who make their diamond
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Mr. Schmier is the only Jewish
purchases here can do so with the
student on the Board of Directors,
utmost confidence—for we stand
which is composed of sixteen mem-
behind every assertion we make—
bers, each of the departments of the
University being represented by four
to the last word.
directors, namely the Law Depart-
A very complete display of wed-
ment, Department of Arts and Sci-
uu
ence, Engineering Department and
ding rings also claim interested
-,
the Department of Commerce and
inspection.
Finance.
The "Detroit Union" is limited
only to the University of Detroit
students.

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until they are strong enough to work.

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