The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1922-05-05

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feet taller and he that much smaller
so l could wallop a little practical
sense into him. My only hope is that
soon you will be there and will be
able to administer sisterly advice and
guide him with your intellectual UNI
derstanding. In the meantime I shall
let him drift on, hoping that some day
soon he will come to his senses.
And now for more shallow waters.
Duluth is scraping up lots of fun, but
only for the sixteens and eighteens.
l attended a few of their parties, but
enjoyed it about as much as a Boil
shevik at a Republican convention, or
as mother would say, "A Yoven in a
Sukkah." Being a f1apper is not in
my line, neither is the lure stuff. I
guess I'll just lay off and stick to the
fireside.
Have you met any interesting males
lately! The specie here is positively
extinct, or as we say in our French
"ausgewebt." Pudgy is still unmar-
ried and the clumsiest old maid in
captivity. It's a good thing he is,
too, for with England getting the SUI
pervision of Palestine, he will soon be
out of a stitch of work. His old
standby, Gussie, is still showing him
a nice time, feeding him, riding him
about in her block-long limousine
still unable to coax him into coughing
up the question. He expects to leave
for New York soon to take part in the
gold shoveling craze.
Now as for my family. Mamma is
at the same old job and so is Dad.
Struggles along for existence and his
children's rich habits. Sam and Mel
win are two fine boys. Sam a bit
rough and cannot be persuaded to the
use of the knife and fork according to
Hoyle, but the little one is a darling.
A perfect little prince in and
refinement outwardly, but a little
snake in private life. But who cares
for private life. He is clever enough
to know that that doesn't matter. Sam
insists on II amt gonna to put on"
He is in the first semester High School
and his reports are wonderful.
Now, Doris is hard to describe. One
month she is gay and scintillating and
the next subdued and retiring. She
hasn't budged out of the house this
whole winter. Is always knitting
either a sweater or a bag. War must
just have begun with her. I wonder
is Mr.. Hughes at fault?
Did | tell you about my latest ad-
mirer! He is rushing me worse than
Niagara Falls. Don't get excited,
however, as it is nothing serious. If
he wasn't so homely, he would make
quite an ideal husband, rather Gull
tured, a graduate of some college near
your vicinity. Originally an engineer,
but now in the mems clothing for a
living. l don't understand why, for
they are still building bridges. How
ever, have not become sufficiently in
terested to inquire as to the where
fore of his vocation. His people live
in the city. His sister is a friend of
mine. They are nice people but are
not gushing with blue blood, and I
doubt very much if his grandfather
is buried next to a Rabbi as mine is.
This fact gives me a great deal of self
confidence in their presence. Of
course, if / were to tell you that it is
only a case where his makes :.
him take me out, you would never be-
lieve me, but it is so. AS it is I am
not sorry to have to give up my re-
served seat in the gallery for the time
being. But as far as "tachlis" is con
cerned. Won can still nrint a Thousand