I had
quite a long talk with him. Now and then we were interrupted by
some one asking for or returning a book, but each time he was
released he readily gave me his attention again
Speaking of Tevkin, I inquired, "Why doesn't he write some more
of those things?" For an answer he withdrew and soon came back
with several issues of The Pen, a Hebrew weekly published in
New York, in which he showed me an article by Tevkin
"Have you read it?" I asked
He nodded and smiled
"Is it good?"
"It isn't bad," he answered, with a smile
"Not as good as the things in those three volumes?"
He smiled
"This kind of thing doesn't pay, does it? How does he make a
living?"
"I don't know. I understand he has several grown children."
"So they support the family?"
"I suppose so. I am not sure, though."
"Can't a Hebrew writer make a living in New York?"
He shook his head and smiled
The dailies of the Ghetto, the newspapers that can afford to pay,
are published, not in the language of Isaiah and Job, but in
Yiddish, the German dialect spoken by the Jewish masses of
to-day.
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