And a nice little Jewish kid out in front. In knee socks. With a peaked cap sliding off his head . . . It's been reproduced thousands of times. All over the world.
Book covers even.
Made a real cult figure of the kid. And not a word of credit to the photographer. Not a penny have I earned . . . But once I estimated that if I'd got fifty marks each time it came out, I'd have chalked up . . Asked in 1985 to convey how senior citizens lived in the '80s for her grandson's master's thesis, an old woman tells of watching tennis on TV with her friend, Frau Scholz.