America ,fewish Pedalled Colter CUPTON ATINU1 • CINCINNATI 30, OHIO I- FEbETROIT LWISH HRONIGL E - e3logotto1aonourr to Ettergoite the eTaBon of THE ONLY ANGLO-JEWISH NEWSPAPER PRINTED IN MICHIGAN DETROIT, MICHIGAN, FRIDAY, APRIL 11, 1930 MATZOTH PROJECT WORK IN NEW YORK SCHOOLS Cowboy Chalutz A Passover Story A Reminiscence of '21 in Frets Israel. By JULIAN L AVI-SIGLA By NINA KAYE 9 Seated at his table, alone be- Jewish family had settled in Wil- how much we need for the fantil}. cause dinner was at six and his ton. They, beginning with a mod- Eight days, we cut matzoth, you daughter Genevieve had not yet est store, such a one as he had es. know. I'm sorry, Mr. Mills." John Mills rose dizzily from the comae in from a drive, John Mills, tablished in the early days, did not leading citizen of Wilton. raised attract attention. A large family, chair. "Yes, Mr. Sussman. I they kept to themselves, gretting quite understand." Ile made fur his hand to stay the maid as she moved noiselessly about drawing their fellow townsmen with friend- the door. ly enough smiles, albeit tinged with the curtains. lie dreaded to shut Slowly he dragged his feet himself in the tremendous, solemn reservation and a proud aloofness. down the path and in at his gate. Icnee to which he had not yet And now, just after the death On the porch he sank into a chair roma accustomed, missing the of his wife, the only one who knew and shielded his eyes. As he sat ,,,ice of his wife, sharp, incisive in he was a Jew, the Sussmans had there an old story came to him, a her lifetime, already in one short chosen his window before which story he must have heard his father month rounded into mellow notes to make their Passover prepara- tell. tions. With an angry gesture, he by memory. There was a Jew, a s•hnorrer. The curtains stood apart and swept the roll from the table. No, Tinto came fur the Passover pre- his eyes, as if to escape the fast- he would nut eat bread! He had parations. And that meant the ness of the lonely room, wandered not wholly forgotten he was a making of matzoth. The rich across the lawn, blue in the spring Jew. At least to himself he was man's matzoth was baked, the lush. A square patch of light still a Jew. poor man's. Everyone's but from the window of his new neigh- John Mills sprang from the Schmeul, the schnorrer. Each day bors, the Sussmans. Getting on table. hatless, the sharp air of us Passover drew nearer, Schmeul's the Sussmans, even as he had got- the spring evening pinging against wife bes(oeched hint: "Schmeul, ten on. This thought he put away his temples, he hurried clown the we will have no matzoth. Schmeul, from him with an impatient shrug. flagstone path to his gate and up where is the flour to bake mat- Boldly, with eyes, he entered the steps of the Sussman porch. zoth?" And Schmeul did not an- the Sussman dining room, seeking Ile rang the bell and Aaron Suss- swer. Instead, he brought home a vicarious companionship. Stout man himself came to the door. a jug of wine, a pot of goose Mrs. Sussman bustled shout, try- Embarrassment was written on his grease, chickens. And his wife, ing to bear with dignity the man- face as he showed John Mills into who should have welcomed such tle of success. Her daughter, about the living room and sat down, ten- food for the Passover, complained I Genevieve's age, laid out the silver tatively on a chair. The air was only, "But we will have no mat. on the gleaming white cloth. On heavy with the odor of food. zoth!" the corner of the buffet which he Through the door he could hear It was the night of the first could see, three candles flickered, the whispered command of Mrs. Seder. And in Schnteul's house repeated themselves in a mirror Sussman and her daughter's and there was no matzoth! His wife and threw elongated shadows on sons' hushed tones. Aaron Suss- and children wailed and moaned, the wall. Pulling. Mrs. Sussman man turned to his guest. but Schmeul was unmoved. At brought pillows and patted them "It's good of you, Mr. Mills. to last he donned his coat and pre- into the chairs. call on us, your neighbors, so pared to go out. With a start he withdrew his soon." "Where are you going?" his I eyes, Ile, John Mills. did not be- "I do owe you a call," John wife demanded. long in that room where they were Mills nodded. I used to leave all "To get matzoth," he replied. preparing for the Passover. Ile that to—" "I will step outside and shout, turned to his own table, where "Yes, of course, we know of 'People, it is Passover and we the maid had set toasted rolls with your loss. A fine woman, Mrs. have no matzoth!' There will not his consomme. Ile reached for a Mills. She did a lot of charity be one who will not come running, roll, broke it, but did not convey it the factory workers." with bringing us matzoth. If I would to his lips. A great longing John Mills let the statement go should, 'People, I have no wMe' surged through him. a yearning for without comment. Ile had not or 'I have no chickens,' no one his own people. For, though no come for this. "You're having a living person but himself knew, holiday tonight, aren't you. Mr. would come. But who would leave a Jew without matzoth on John Mills was a Jew. Sussman?" he asked, affecting a the Passover?" Coming to Wilton in the days casualness which belied the beat- John Mills brushed his hand when three stores huddled to. ing desire in his breast. across his eves. Had he been gether at a crossroads formed the eagerly. dreaming? But who would leave answered Sussman nucleus of what was to become a "Yes, yes, it is the Psssover a Jew without matzoth on the thriving cotton center, Jacob Me}'- we are iust about ready for the Passover. What did he care for ors, fearing the cold glances and Seder. You know what the Seder his wealth, his position in the com- tight lips of the farmers, had said is, Mr. Mills? Even here, where munity. He would be the next his name was .John Mills. Estab- we are the only Jews, wee ould not mayor, sonic had said. Nothing lished as the country's leading mer- he without our Seder and our mattered now. He was a Jew, chant and owner of vast cotton matzoth. Every year I order it without matzoth. fields, he had taken a trip and sent from New York." Quickly, he retraced his steps brought back a wife. Ilelen Mills "Yes, the matzoth. I know. I and once more stood before. the was a shrewd woman. John's sug- don't want to keep you from your Sussmans' door. When Aaron ofodion that now he publicly with- Seder. I just ran over to ask if Sussman again answered his ring, draw his lie met with scoffs from you could let me have some of he said simply, "Mr. Sussman, I am tc r. Did he propose with one your matzoth? I like it." He a Jew'. Will you It me go without stroke to destroy the prestige he could not believe he could put the matzoth?" had attained by so many years of question so calmly, while within A look of surprise followed by labor? Ile was ridiculous. She him the imperative need cried out. understanding spread over Aaron wouldn't hear of such a thing. Hav- The embarrassment on Suss- Sussman's face. With a com- ing learned that for him success man's face deepened. Ile cleared radely gesture he reached up and lay along the road of least resist- his throat, sat forward on his chair, took John Mills' arm. "Mama." ance, he agreed. Jacob Meyers settled back again, "I would like lie shouted, "another chair. We was John Mills to everyone, even to, Mr. Mills, but I can't. You will have a guest at the Seder to- to himself, for 20 years. see, we are so far from New York night!" (coeyrisht, 1530. J. T. A I Until the Sussmans came, no and each year I order only just home--a Ile Win: an anomaly, perhaps, Palestine experiment. "There is that he had built: it wee a entity which had but certainly not in misfit. 'Ile had nut enough land in Palestine," he living, pulsating its own, because he had a soul of come to Palestine from the cow said, "to swing a g ood-sized country of East Montana, and he wanted, very much wanted, to be back there. His presence in Erotz Israel was due to a tie--his young lady, whom he had followed from the States and whom he had mar- ried here. She was 100 per cent Zionist, while his percentage of Zionism was nil, or at the best, a little over nil. Ills name was Boris 0—. I remember him as clearly now as though it were yesterday, and yet over eight years have passed since we first met, this East Montana ranches and I. It is futile to describe hires. 'fall and broadly- set, of rugged features and open- air look. His keen, weathered eyes sparkling over a jutting nose and a still more jutting chin. Ile had traveled 5,1 0 )0 miles front to States to Rumania to see the old folks, and thence to l'alestine. Physi- cally he was here; spiritually he was yearning for the blutis and bottoms of Montana, and the spa- ciousness of the prairie. The year 1921 was the time of the small Second Aliynh. The Pal- estinian government had douched an enthusiastic Zionist world with its promunciamento against immi- gration; the Churchill White Toper hall just been issued. It was, in truth, a year of despondency for all of as in Palestine. The noun- date's ramification, a year later, had yet to come. Boris was scornful of the whole coyote in. We could pocket this little place in East Montana and have enough room and space left over for a couple of hundred fair- sized alfalfa ranches, Besides this isn't soil; it's honest-to-good- ness useless, sandy ruble. Cactus; yes, I grant you, you can grow cactus here, and breed camels, and p'rhaps raise a flock of donkeys, but all it's good for is to die in. Conn, to a he-man's country for work." The bond of his Zionist wife, however proved stronger than the' appeal of old Montana, of Custer and Rosebud counties. They de- cided—I still remember the taking of the decision—to settle. Iledera was chosen, and here he build their home. To many accustomed to the comforts of civilization, to steam- heated houses, to the well-built homesteads of northwestern ranch- ing life, the little one-room bunga- low at Ilelera would have seemed incongruous. But in their eyes, and in mine, it was second to none. Boris himself had constructed the concrete foundation; alone and Un- aided he had mixed and set the cement; he had built the walls, of strong wood, made the window- frames, and had acted as his own glazier. The roof had been the greatest difficulty, and I recall, with clarity, their jubilation when the roof was on. This was no lit- tle, one-roomed wooden bungalow cz) Fortune brings you friends; Where the sages bid us beware for the sake of (outward appear misfortune is far better as a test of ances, they mean us to regard even friendship.—The Talmud. our inner-most chamber as a mar- ket place—The Talmud. A judge that takes a bribe be- comes the slaves of his conscience. Blessing the farms through all thy Ile will suffer its persecution to vast domain. the end of his days.—The Talmud. 11 oil Passover Message ■■■•■■■■■ 1 11. (Turn to Page Three). Passover Greetings 444 These pictures show results of experimentation in the prole t method of teaching Jewish history in schools supervised by the New York Committee for School Extension, of the Union of American Ilebrew congregations. The Nov York committee includes Messrs. Ilenry M. To•h, chairman; Irving Lehman, vice-chairman; Ludwig Yogelstein, who is chairman of the executive board of the union, treasurer; David M. Bressler, Daniel B. Freedman, David E. Goldfarb, l'hilip J. Goodhart, Frederick L. Guggenheimer, Nathaniel H. Levi, Adolph Lewisohn, Samuel 51. Newberger, Max L. Schanck, Meier Steinbrink and Arthur Hays Sulzberger. Rabbi Jacob B. Pollak is assistant director. The project work is under supervision of Dr. !tarry L. Comins, who holds a Union fellowship at Teachers' College, Colum- bia University. put heart and soul into it. Boris was never a man to do things by halves. His cow-sheds and stables were structures to be admired. They, too, had been put up by himself. His small herd of 14 soon grew, by natural increase and acquisition to 30. His object was in time, I suppose, to branch out from dairying to citrus-grow- ing, though it was a strange field to a Montana cow-man. He was proud of his home, proud of his cow-sheds, proud of his herd. and proud of his wife; I never knew hint to be proud of himself, and that was his beat trait, for cer- tainly he had every right to feel conceited. I shall never forget his modesty at my exclamations of apprecia- tion. "Say, this is nothing," he said, casually and off-handedly, and quite unaffectedly, "this is nothing to what some of the boys can do out in Montana." "Well," I said fervently, "I should like a few of those Montana boys to come help build Palestine." lie had always a helping hand for his neighbors. 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