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...YET ALWAYS SEEMS SO RESTED.
HOW DOES SHE DO IT?"
cup of coffee and slice of banana cream pie from
the Cream of Michigan. Could life oet nil better?
ELIZABETH APPLEBAUM ASSOCIATE EDITOR
HERE'S HOW she does it. She's learned the secret
many busy people know—this famous Beech-Nut
Peppermint Gum. Carry a package around with you.
You'll always find it
refreshing and restful.
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f you ever need help, there's
somebody you can always count
on," Joseph Jacobowitz told his
daughter, Henrietta.
He was a guy as nice as they
- come. Dependable. Responsible.
Honest. And good looking, to
boot.
His name was Harry Fleish-
er, alias Flaish, alias Flaisher,
alias Fink. And, oh yes, he was
a member of the Purple Gang.
But don't let that bother you. So
was Henrietta's father, and they
didn't come any better than
Joseph Jacobowitz.
Henrietta never had a need for Harry
Fleisher's services, but it was good to
know he was there. She saw him more of-
ten than not. He liked to hang out at the
restaurant where Henrietta worked as a
cashier, next to a counter filled with Fifth
Avenue candy bars and Beech Nut gum
and Chesterfield and Lucky Strike ciga-
rettes.
Yes, Harry Fleisher was a regular. But
then, everybody went there.
"I didn't miss a day at the Cream of
Michigan," says Ethel Yovitz Lasky, now
a resident at the Fleischman Apartments.
"You went there with your boyfriend and
then with your husband. If you wanted
to see somebody you knew, you went
there.
"Sure, the Purple Gang was there. But
you weren't afraid of them. After all, they,
were there to eat, too."
From 1910 to the 1940s, 12th Street
was the heart of the Jewish community.
It was home to the United Hebrew
Schools building on Byron and Philadel-
phia. Congregation Emanuel ("The Tay-
lor Shul"), on the northwest corner of
Taylor and Woodrow Wilson, was the ma-
jor synagogue of the neighborhood. Hun-
dreds of Jews lived in the area. And at the
center of it all: the Cream of Michigan.
The owner was John T. Vagiates, an
ethnic Greek from Macedonia.
Like numerous other Macedonians,
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