“That they were still too small to know anything about it; that I should ask the big ones.”
Ashamed, the rich man filled his plate with large fish.
No Cause for Weeping
A Jew cried bitterly, when during the day of atonement, the rabbi, chanting the psalm of penitence, came to the place: “Dust thou art, to dust thou shalt return.”
“Schmul, why dost thou weep?” asked his neighbor, trying to comfort him. “If thou wert gold, and had to turn to dust, thou would’st lose one hundred per cent. But since thou art dust and returnest to dust, thou gainest nothing and losest nothing.”
Her Private Voice
A wealthy Jewish society man, of Frankfurt, sat one evening at the opera, in which a foreign singer made her début. Next to him sat a lady whom he knew slightly. He asked her very soon, how she liked the singer, and to her favorable comment said: “Oh, I have heard her sing better; she dined at my house yesterday and sang afterwards. Ah; if you could hear her beautiful private voice!”