I could have
executed him as a traitor to his people. Presently he turned on me
"By the way, Levinsky, you never use a telephone, do you?"
"Why? Who says I don't?" I protested, timidly
"Because it's of no use to you," he replied. "The fellow at the other
end of the wire couldn't see your hands, could he?" And he broke
into a peal of self-satisfied mirth in which some of his listeners
involuntarily joined.
"You think you're awfully smart," I retorted, in abject misery
"And you think you're awfully grammatical." And once more he
roared
"You are making fun of the Jewish people," I said, in a rage.
"Aren't you a Jew yourself?"
"Of course I am," he answered, wiping the tears from his laughing
black eyes. "And a good one, too. I am a member of a synagogue.
But what has that got to do with it? I can speak on the telephone,
all right." And again the car rang with his laughter
I was aching to hurl back some fitting repartee, but could think of
none, and to my horror the moments were slipping by, and
presently the conversation was changed
At the request of a gay little Chicagoan who wore a skull-cap a
very fat Chicagoan told a story that was rather risqu?.
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