Just in front of where I was standing one of the gallant life savers jumped down from the engine, caught hold of the boy and pulled him off to one side, at the same time saying:
"You miserable little Sheeney, you ought to be arrested for getting in the way! I've a good mind to spank you."
The boy looked at the fireman in surprise and whimpered:
"If it wasn't for the Jews you wouldn't have anything to do."
I often squander an hour or two down in Hester Street, where I have some rare acquaintances among the second-hand dealers.
Of course you understand that I only go there to study human nature, and I remember some months ago being delightfully entertained at a Jewish wedding, where my esteemed friend Moses Schaumburg gave his cherished Rebecca into the keeping of young Silverstein, a progressive Broadway salesman.
This fact was brought to my mind when, only the other day I saw the bridegroom rush into his father-in-law's establishment bearing a look of excitement, and also a few very positive scratches upon his olive face, and exclaiming dramatically:
"Mister Schaumburg, I vants you to dake back your daughter Rebecca."