Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-07-11

90 notes ring out, poignant,
pitiful "Te-ke-oo." Once
again it resounds in the
hoary riffs of the ''wailing WALL" rem
nant of Hebrew glory, symbol of He
brew fall. Piercing, clear, it heralds a
mighty surge of grief. For from the
gloom of a hundred souls a cry is
wrung, uncanny in the smiling sun
shine, writes Marian Weinstein to the
Chicago Daily News. The Jews of
Jerusalem have come to mourn, to
pray. They have brought to their
Father the sting of their newest afflic-
ton, the fresh page in their long
tragedy-the slaughter of their breth-
rem in free Galicia.
The bearded elders in their faded
caftans bend and sway over their
huge tones. Their earlocks brush
the yellowing leaves of prayer. Apart
on the cObbled street sit Shawled
women, scar, fleshless, resting their
quivering forms against a native hut.
Their younger sisters, old-young wom-
fondle the stones and now they clutch
them in despair, choking dry sobs.
Beyond, a girl is weeping. She has
lived through a Russian pogrom.
There is a lull ia the wall. For a mo-
ment the mass of motley headgear-
skull caps, turbans, feZzes-ceases to
sway. But only for a moment And
now the little Talmud Torah boys
come from their schools, tiny replicas,
with their side curlS and long coats,
Of their elders. They file in under
their rabbits eye, look of awe on
their pale faces.
All United II, Mourning.
Jerusalem has forgotten its SQUAD
bles. In this hour of prayer and
mourning before their Maker all Jews
are brothers. "a dole, DOLE" a
wretched bundle of rags whimpers
through the crowd. Between two
sputtering candles against the wall a
khaki-clad soldier from the Jewish
battalion pauses to read the call to
this prayer that was posted for days
liz the streets of the Holy City, in
Hebrew and in Yiddish.
'Terrible reports come to us, one
after the other, from Galicia. Enc
mics of Israel shed Jewish blood
Ike water. Hundreds of Jewish vic
tins have been murdered amid all
sorts of atrocities, Countless inno-
cents, men, women and children, our
peoples most pious souls, have fallen.
In Lemberg alone 108, butchered and
burned, were buried in one grave.
Scores of scrolls of the law have been
destroyed, and such outrages were
committed as in the day of the de-
struction Of the temple. All our
brethren in Galicia are in deadly ter
ror.
"Our elders, therefore, have met
and decided that the whole communi-
ty-men, women and children-should
assemble Tuesday at o'clock, Arabic
time, at the temple ruin to read the
psalms and blow the shophar that the
Lord above may take pity upon our
brethren"
'Ibrahim! Ibrahim!" A shrill cry
strikes the air. From the roof of her
stone hut a swarthy Arab woman calls
her son, who has somehow been
caught in the wailipg, swaying multi
tude. "Ibrahim !"
At the WaiIing Place.
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luctant Ibrahim just as a score of
British Tommies appear in the wake
of a Moslem guide.
Here you have the Jews wailing
wall" he recites in a sing-song. "The
upper stones were built IN the time of
the Romans, but the lower blocks be-
longed to Solomon's temple. Here the
Jews come every Friday to wall"
The Jewish soldier has recognized
a fellow Jew in an American Red
Cross doctor, standing thoughtfully at
the edge of the praying crowd.
'fFrom what part of the States are
your" he whispers eagerly. I'm from
Philly. thought you might be, too"
Down the stony steps leading TO the
wailing place new figures are ever
hurrying, scurrying. The Talmud
Torah children are leaving with their
rabbi. The weeping girl leans against
the Arab hut now, her eyes half
closed, her lips trembling. The old
young women still cling to the wall as
If the God whose ear they seek were