Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-20
School Closed by Turks.

or 200 girls has now fallen to 500, and
its stan of teachers has been reduced
from twentythree TO eleven. In the early
months of the struggle the Turkish COM
mander-in-chief. Djernal Pasha. showed
striking consideration for the school in
appreciation of its efficiency. However.
when the principal persisted in her
refusal to become an Ottoman sub
ject. it was finally raidsd in May, 1917,
and closed. Two months after the
British entry into the Holy city it
was reopened, and Miss Landau came
from Alexandria. where she had been
schools. to take up again the man
agement of the institution that fills
such vital need in the community.
The Nathan Straus soup kitchen
stands in the caverns of the old city.
Down the stony steps of David street,
through the Jews street, the visitor
passes. up more interminable steps,
dim under ancient arches, until he
reaches sunny little court sur
rounded by low, fiat huts. The old
city has had a housecleaning at the
hands of the British, but even under
the new order this spot seems strik-
ingly immaculate. The huge copper
soup pots and the stone floors fairly
glisten. The wooden tables are al
most white with securing.
Wars Wrecks in Line.
A long line OF Jerusalem's needy
press against the window of one of
of women, ageless in the misery Of
their dull eyes and their lax forms.
They might be brides or grand
mothers. There is no judging their
years They only register wretched-
ness. They bear in their eager fingers
corners of the $50 in the daily stream
that will pour in to claim their bread
and soup portions at the little win
dow. Rabbi Roth, the manager"
knows the number. He has himself
distributed the cards. In the dark
days of the war he recalls, there were
as. many as a thousand a day who
came to him in their hopeless hunger.
HIP and down the courtyard the
fabbi moves. a dignified figure, tall
And straight His eyes fash above
bis long brown beard with keenness
ana with kindness. To the western
rye he is a picturesque figure in his
HAllow and black striped kafton, COL
Hkkd sash and Embroidered streimel.
Efom which long. dark earlocks es-
Hape. There is pride In his walk,
Ehe pride of work we'll done. Close to
his side hovers Mrs. Roth. a little per-
sonification of motherliness. She
seems to brood over her charges. So
finitous that each gets her proper
poftion of bread and soup.
h Home for Little Orphans.
iBuddenly a dozen or more young
sters, clean and smiling, some almost
Nh tall as Mrs. Roth herself. come
krpoping out of the huts. At the sight
stranger they withdraw shyly,
lSdking at their mother" with un-
rnistakable fondness. They are some
pf the thirty children that she and
Habbi Roth picked up out Of the
Btreets of Jerusalem from the heaps
Morphans the British found on their
yHiumphant entry. Out of their own
Him resources the Roths made these
Ekildren a home" AS they huddle
about the little woman there is no
6opbt in the visitors mind that it
MAS a home.
iHrThey are my children" she ex-
rlAtns, simply. What others have
at', For Mrs. Roth has no little ones
~ her own.
ilIIH Cheer for Unfortunates.
On Friday night the soup kitchen
bTtngs cheer, too, to other unfortu-
mates. Aged men, childless or with
fdtgetful children in the exile"
Gphe here TO eat their hot Sabbath
mSal in spic and span hut and to
BRAY and chat. They find not only
food and shelter, but the warmth of