The Denver Jewish news., 1920-02-04

| that We can get started. went on
I'egcy. determined to do her duty now
tina tshe was there.
stop Warten," repeated 1zzy, ad-
dressing his mother. Peggy Rosen
nodded pleasantly awaiting the result.
"Yomtov- ov-yomtov-yomtoy" We're the
only words she recognized in the out
hurst that followed. 1t seemed that
ii were quite the same thing to ask
| the Sun to stand still as expect Becky
RrOdsky to stop in the Preparations
for tomorrow's feast. She was ada
Inant and nothing that Peggy Rosen
said via Izzy Brodsky made the least
LIT of difference. 1t was inconceivable
that anyone, however remote their
Jewish extraction, not to realize that
the teacher had asked the utterly i'm
POSSIBLE. Now, could anybody leave
| their household the day before Il holi-
day, with all the cooking and baking
to do? thought Becky. How absurd
thought Peggy in her turn, mot to be
able to stop for an hour after take
| lUt lTOtlDle ~ COulc uil thS way "o"''
here just for that very thing
| A compromise was eventually effect
ed, the teacher agreeing to leave the
six books, provided gratis for the in
struction. If on the following Tuesday
the six ladies, set down in Peggy
| ltOsen's black leather memorandum
book as the "Mesdames Cantor, Reu-
ben. Brodsky, LitvOk, Sender and
Markowitz, would present their cor
poral selves for further instruction in
the language of over fifty per cent.
| of the peoples of the earth, not count
| ing ,savages. Peace and perfect un-
derstanding being restored, Peggy
ROsen returned to her waiting machine
and Becky Brodsky finished prepar-
ing the fish.
Word went round the neighborhood
of the forthcoming education of the
ambitious housewives who were not
content to go on forever speaking a
Jargon when their children in the
schools and shops spoke English.
WcIe ~ INV -'''
portance of Izzy Brodsky who was to
act us official interpreter for the
| teacher: some of the older children
were inclined to giggle at the pros
pect of any old woman of thirty or
thirty-five trying to master new ton
que; few of the women were open
In their condemnation or such folly
and maintained that they had no need.
and what was more vital, no time to
spend so foolishly. 1t gave food for
thought and furnished the topic for
many a heated debate over porch rail
ings and across narrow gangways.
Some husbands conceded 1t would not
harm while others remained perfectly
| neutral, not knowing whvre the limo
yation would stop. Still an hour a
week is not much, provided tine busi-
ness. the children or cooking do not
demand that particular hour of the
day.
On the morning of the following
| Tuesday the six women destined to be-
1 CoIHc bs ''A"sP'S
effective process of learning the Ian
| guage of the country, wasted no more
| time than was absolutely necessary III
washing the breakfast dishes, making
| the beds, ironing the clothes and pre-
pnring the meals. At five minutes OF
the appointed hour, Becky BrOdsky,
| in a spOtless bungalow apron washed
JzZy's face for the fifth time and
sharpened six stubs or pencils, sal
vaged from the school supplies OF
Sarah. At four minutes of the hour
the Mesdames Cantor, Reuben, Litv"k
and Sender climbed the hot wooden
steps leading to the sporless Kitchen
and at two o'clock Peggy Rosen ap-
peared, conscious that in her hands
was the making of the future voters OF
these United States. The only poteh-
lial student missing was Mrs. Mark
Owitz, for whose non-appearance no
one could offer an ,Ncuse. lzzy
promptly volunteered to find out ana
remind her of her previous engage
ment.
| At the windows facing the porch
appeared the dubious ana curious
faces of the various offspring, rnminu-
full of the continual admonitions to
''gay-fek." Peggy Rosen, with the
now returned Izzy at ner right, began
| the first lesson. The sun beat down
numerically on the little group, the
porous blinds, with the many cracks
serving only TO scatter che sitting
rays. Several of the ladies', only now
iecuperating from the heavy STRAIN
of the mornings eXertiOns, wiped their
fnreheads continually. Finally Mrs.