And this haven of hope has disappeared.
BECAUSE OF BOOKKEEPING
"Nominations for treasurer are now in order. Nominations!"
"Moishe Goldberg"—"Moishe Goldberg"—"Moishe Goldberg," called out every one present at the yearly election of the Roumanian Sick Benefit Society.
"Any other nominations?" the Secretary asked.
"No, no, go ahead; it's Moishe Goldberg again, Mr. Secretary."
"He's good enough, good enough, Mr. Secretary."
And so Moishe Goldberg was elected Treasurer of the Society by acclamation. It was a yearly performance—since the last twenty years.
And this was not the only society for which Moishe Goldberg was Treasurer—there were a dozen. Every Jewish-Roumanian Society of New York wanted to have him act as Treasurer. Once he promised to accept the nomination, no other man would care to run against him, and the yearly election was merely a formality turned into flattery as far as he was concerned. His probity and financial responsibility were above par. His charity was proverbial.