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THE DETROIT JEWISH CHRONICLE
Shabbas Ala Mode
A STORY
By E. C. Ehrlich
Suddenly Rose nlecid( (I she was sick
of it all. She leaned hack in her chair
and looked about her with poorly-
concealed distrust. It was rather
early for (limier in Greenwich Village;
but the attics restaurant, named, no
one t•Vcr knew why, the "Tavern of
the kVillow Tree." was sufficiently
patronized to delight any visitor hun-
•ry for a glimpse of Bohemia.
The yellow walls sketched over by
artists more or less known to fame
were dirty and smoke-streaked: the
Nile green curtains at the dirty win-
dows cried out for a visit to the latm-
sky; cigarette papers littered the floor.
Once Rose had thrilled to the seem-
ing quaintness of it all; now she won-
dered peevishly why kladame Ida, the
proprietor, (at, bob-haired and wear-
ing a scarlet frock, didn't stop dis-
cussing Freudian thesis stories and
Russian literature once in a while
long enough to give the place a thor-
ough cleaning.
A girl at the next table, her short
hair showing artificially golden be-
neath her green tam, began her third
cigarette. Now and then she stopped
pulling long enough to discuss Mar-
tie's model who, after much skating
on thin ice, had behaved too out-
rageously even for Village standards.
"1 never said anything about her be-
fore," said the lady in the green tam,
"'cause I believe in us women stick-
ing together, but, if there has to
lie such carryings on, I'll read 'cut in
the newspaper. NYhy, Max told rte
some of her \triage haunts, but there
were tiny white-tiled places where the
food was appetizing, the service above
reproach . She began to wonder
whether she hadn't forgotten just how
repugnant certain phases of her home
life had scented to her before her
emancipation.
But her father. She knew he would
come in from Schtil any moment now,
dressed in his Sabbath be.t, the king
of which Heine wrote, returning to his
little kingdom. Out in the world she
had learned to know his value. his
iodesty, his intellectual honesty. Here
at least she would not be disap-
pointed.
Yet, as the evening meal went on,
she felt strangely chilled. Ile was
courteous enough in his old-fashioned,
old-world courtliness, but she felt a
certain constarint under his kindness.
She realized now that he had never
forgiven her for seeking after .t range.
gods, following Maelle, and customs
which could never be his. He did not
reproach her, yet she felt that lie
looked upon her as a stranger.
"Rose brought us the tlowers," vol-
unteered eight-year-old Emanuel, his
mouth full of fish.
Her father gave her one quick, keen
look. "I am sorry you bought them
on Shabbas," he said, but gently.
Rose flushed. "I rode here, so why
shmildn't I buy mamma a few flow-
ers"' she defended herself.
"I ant saying nothing—only other
times, other cti•toms" he quoted.
"I don't see why we have to be back
numbers just because we're Jews,"
muttered Harry, the twelve-year-old
brother.
"That will do!" His father's face
darkened. "While my children live in
my house they will respect their relig-
ion."
Rose shivered with disgust.
The
same old wrangling, pertness and dis-
respect on one hand; on the other the
failure to realize that growing youth
will not be stifled. She felt that she
could never breathe freely in the at-
mosphere she had long ago outgrown.
She had planned to stay the week-
end. Conning up in the subway it had
been pleasant to think of falling to
sleep in the little bedroom she had
occupied with Mary a few short years
before. She had seen herself standing
before the battered little dresser try-
ing on her graduation dress ... steal-
ing into bed after her first dance, too
happy and excited to sleep. But when
the clock struck ten she rose and put
on her hat.
Ifer' mother asked her to stay the
night, murmuring her usual apology
that she was short of sheets because
she hadn't finished the weekly ironing.
Of course, if Rose didn't ask her to
change the bed and wouldn't make a
fuss like she used to if there wasn't
any fruit for breakfast. But Mary
looked distinctly relieved. She didn't
care to have her older sister going
over her dresser drawers, reproaching
her for her lip stick and pencil. If
she goes off and lives by herself and
does what she pleases, why can't I
do as I please, too? thought poor
Mary, chaffing more than usual under
the restraints of a Sabbath evening
at home. Nor could she understand
Rose's little satiric smile when she
kissed her good night.
"Her makeup's a fright," sighed the
elder sister. "And I get disgusted
with the Village girls because some of
them are artificial and affected!"
It was not very late when Rose
reached her quiet, clean little MOM.
She felt too restless to go to bed;
even a hook irked her. Of course, it
was Shabbas but she had grown ton
far from her father's influence to let
that make any difference. Iluntming
happily, she uncovered her machine
and a moment later forgot the eve -
ing's disappointment. Coming hack
in the subway, she had worked out
the skeleton of a story which ought
to go big; she fairly itched to see it
grow upon a paper. When dawn broke
Rose smoothed out the last of the
typed sheets and began to prepare for
bed, tired but happy. Yes, very happy,
for she was back home again—and
meant to stay there.
Fortunately. Max's spicy disclosures
were drowned by the wailing of a
ukele, strung by a weak-chimed
youth over in the corner. He began
to sing to his own strumming a love
song that Rose, who knew but little
French, sensed was highly objection-
able. She had liked him well enough
three months before when she had
conic to the village, a little drunk with
her new freedom and her joy in her
work, a humble position on a great
magazine. Feeling herself at last one
of the elect, it had been easy to listen
respectfully when the youth of the
weak chin had spoken lightly of the
hook of verses he had on the press,
the group of Japanese love songs
which he intended to finish shortly,
"words and music." Later Rose had
read the verses, published at the au-
thor's expense, and found them dis-
Was
gustingly commonplace; she
enough of a musician to realize the
worthlessness of his songs . . . This
evening he seemed to her a type of so
many of the feeble moths of Bohemia;
artists who scorn commercial draw-
ing, but who will never know the gal-
leries, would-be singers destined to
anything but head-line places on the
small circuit. Rose, with the instincts
of a real workman, hated these fail-
ures for the pretentiousness, their fu-
tility.
Iler eyes wandered wearily over an
ornate Russian brass candelabra, the
cheap wax candles dripping upon the
cloth beneath. Her face changed, she
drew in her breath sharply. Candles!
And it was Friday night—Shabbas.
The thought of Shabbas stole like
the Sabbath Angel into her heart. She
glanced at her wrist watch and rose
hastily. Daylight saving caused the
Sabbath Bride to come very late on
these long spring twilights. She paid
for her meal with an abstract look
in her eyes, a strange smile playing
about her mouth.
She would surprise them all, she
told herself as she hurried to the sub-
way. Although her family lived in
Harlem, Rose, in her Greenwich N'il-
Lige studio, as she liked to call her
room which served for bed chamber,
workshop and drawing room, was as
far from her people as though they
lived in another city. There had been
no quarrel between them. The fam-
ily had been large, the than small.
There had been no comfort for Rose,
who detested her mother's unsystem-
atic housekeeping, no privacy or quiet
when she longed to be alone with her
typewriter. It was not the type of
hoine to which she cared to invite
her college friends. For many rea-
son, as soon as her salary permitted
the luxury, she eagerly welcomed
lodgings of tier own in more con-
genial surroundings.
I3ut tonight a great homesickness
overcame her. Through sudden tears
she saw the stuffy dining room again,
her father at the head of the table,
his white head crowned with his skull
cap, her mother's face smiling across
the Sabbath candles, the children
grouped between. Flow foolish she
had been, thought Rose, swaying from
a subway strap, to think that she
could cut herself from her people.
She would go home every Shabbas,
she decided; perhaps, in the spring
they would move into a large apart-
ment and she would have a room of
her own. Yes, she wanted to be at
home again; that was where she be-
longed, for she was only an alien in
Bolietnia.
The little dining room seemed
stuffier than ever, the fumes of fish,
lately fried, more overpowering as
they poured in front the kitchen. Rose
remembered with a shrug that she
could never persuade tier mother to
close the door between. And, of
course, she wore one of her eternal
gingham wrappers. It was spotless
in honor of the Sabbath Bride, but
the girl, with her old-time resentment,
wondered why her mother persistently
refused to wear a corset and trim
housedress. And the children—just as
unkempt as ever, as loud of voice and
boisterous of manner. Many, the high
school sister, a beauty with gypsy-like
coloring, wore entirely too much jew-
elry for a school girl, and her middy
Was far from presentable. Surely, she
was old enough to tale a proper pride
in herself, thought Rose angrily.
. . . A wail from the baby, two-
year-old `Maury, broke in upon her
thoughts. He was even more spoiled
than she remembered him. Just now
he had sought to amuse himself by
climbing upon the table and disar-
ranging the clothing. It was already
crumbled front his dirty hands. Rose
thought of eating from such a cloth
night after night and shuddered. She
had grown tired of the messiness of
HUNGARIAN OLD RESI-
DENCE CLAUSE DE-
CREES JEWS ALIENS
BUDAPEST—The Christian Na-
tional Party is now carrying on anti-
Jewish propaganda in the Hungarian
provinces, which if successful, may
make the Jews of Hungary aliens in
the land of their birth. All the Jew's
of Debreczin, Maizen and the sur-
rounding regions, who could not
bring evidence that they have always
lived in these places, regardless of
their Hungarian citizenship and long
residence in these localities, were de-
clared to he aliens and were deported
Before thy were literally cast out of
their homes, they were robbed of all
their possessions. The Hungarian
government has stated that it had not
the power to restore these victims,
who are now 'in Budapest 'to citizen ,
ship, and that it is unable to aid them.
JEWISH DISABILITY
LAW REMOVED BY
POLISH GOVERNMENT
Women's Pumps,
Oxfords • and Ties
$12.50 Values
$7.85
Values Up to $18.50
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4,669 pairs of women's Pumps, Ox-
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20 HUNGARIAN JEWS
VANISH IN POGROM
Budapest—Deputy Joseph Bottlik
recently made an inquiry in the Hun-
garian Parliament as to the mys-
terious disappearance of twenty Mis-
kolez Jews. He stated that during
the last pogrom upon the Jews in
that city, Hungarian soldiers took
away with them twenty Jews. Where
they were taken, what has become of
them, whether they are dead or alive,
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