|Texas Baby||Shule Walk|
|Mice in Shul||The Poker Game|
|Shore Leave||The Furniture Man|
|Rabbi's Advice||Interior Design Plans|
|Life is Like a Cup of Tea||Tradition before a Wedding|
|The Cow that Gave Gold||A Modern Major Synagogue|
|Jewish Food Descriptions||The Beloved Rabbi's Last Words|
|Life is like a Cup of Tea|
and Finkelstein were in a cafeteria, drinking tea. Moskowitz studied his cup and said with
a sigh, "Ah, my friend, life is like a cup of tea."
Finkelstein considered that for a moment and then said, "But why is life like a cup of tea?"And Moskowitz replied, "How should I know? Am I a philosopher?"
|Tradition before a Wedding|
the little Jewish towns of eastern Europe before World War I, it
was quite customary to make marriage arrangements without consulting
the young folks most intimately concerned. The
marriages so arranged had many material advantages, but love (if the
old folks thought of it at all) was irrelevant.
In any case, young Samuel had been told to dress up because he and his father, together with a few other male relatives, were to travel to a neighboring town to sign a marriage contract, and this would afford Samuel a chance to meet the family of his future wife for the very first time.
Dressed in their finest and most formal clothes, the party of the groom made its way over the snow to the village in question and reached the home of the future in-laws. There a group of some twenty grave men, relatives of the bride, were gathered for the signing.
Once inside the house, Samuel's father whispered to him on impulse, "Tell me, Sammy, can you guess who, of all these fine-looking men, is going to be your father-in-law?"
"Of course I can," said Samuel, and he pointed.
His father was astounded. "You are quite right," he said, "but how did you know?"
"Easy," said Samuel. "One look at all of them and that one in particular I already can't stand."
|The Beloved Rabbi's Last Words|
beloved rabbi was on his deathbed, and life was slowly ebbing away. Around
the bed was a group of sorrowing disciples who felt the coming loss
keenly and who talked in whispers among themselves of the manifold
virtues of the old man now leaving them.
One said, "So pious, so pious! Which of the many commandments of the Law did he fail to keep? Where at any point did he deviate in the slightest from the commandments of God?" And another mourned, "And so learned. The vast commentaries of the rabbis of the past were, so to speak, imprinted on his brain. At any moment, he could call to mind some saying which would illuminate any possible theological question." Still a third said, "And so charitable, so generous. Where was the poor man whom he did not help? Who in town is ignorant of his kindness? Why he kept for himself only enough to hold body and soul together." But as this litany of praise continued, a faint tremor appeared on the rabbi's face. It became obvious that he was trying to say something. All the disciples leaned forward, with pent breath, to hear those last words.
Faintly, from the rabbinical lips, there came the words: "Piety, learning, charity! And of my great modesty you say nothing?"
|Interior Design Plans|
Moskowitz was trying to describe to the interior decorator exactly
how she wanted her house done.
She said, "I leave the art and design entirely to you. I ask only that whatever you do, it be spectacular. I want it done in such a way that when my dear best friend, Mrs. Finkelstein, should come in for the first time, she should instantly have a stroke with jealousy and drop dead."
|Mice in Schul|
rabbis were talking over a regular Sunday morning breakfast get-together.
Rabbi Ginsberg says, "We have such a problem with mice at our schul. The shammos sets all kinds of baited traps but they kept coming back. Do either of you learned men know how I can get rid of these vermin?"
The second rabbi, Rabbi Cohen, replied, "We have the same problem at our synagogue, we've spent all kinds of gelt on exterminators but the problem still persists. Any suggestions?"
The third rabbi, Rabbi Slosberg, looked at Rabbi Ginsberg and Rabbi Cohen and told the following story:
"Rabbis, we had the same problem with mice at our synagogue. We tried traps, exterminators, even prayers; but nothing worked. Then one Shabbos after services were over a brilliant idea came into my mind.
The next Shabbos I went to the synagogue about an hour before services started. I brought a big wheel of yellow cheese and placed it in the center of the bima. Well, soon, hundreds of mice appeared on the bima and headed for the cheese. While they were feasting on the cheese, I bar-mitzvahed all of them.
I have never seen any of them in schul again!"
| Two Jewish men were walking their dogs
near shule one Shabbes morning when they smelt the aroma of a cholent
kiddush wafting up from the shule's kitchen.
The first one said "Let's go inside."
The other replied, "What about our dogs?"
The first guy answered, "Just follow my lead."
The first guy enters the shule, puts one of the shule's kippas on his head and is confronted by the shammes:
"You can't come into the shule with a dog."
The guy replies "This is my seeing eye dog" and is allowed in.
The second guy comes in, grabs a kippa and is also accosted by the shammes about the dog.
This guy also says that it is a seeing eye dog.
The shammes screams out that the dog is a chihuahua.
The guy answers, "Is that what they gave me ?"
|The Cow that Gave Gold|
stranger came to visit Chelm, together with his very old, very skinny
cow. The mayor of Chelm insisted the stranger stay in his home during
that time and even made room in his own barn for the cow. The stranger
was a little worried about being in a strange town, so, he hid his
gold in the straw in the barn under his cow.
The next morning, the mayor walked into the barn to care for his animals, and he noticed the gold in the straw. He figured out that this cow, unlike all other cows, gave gold instead of milk. He was very excited!! He called a special meeting of the Chelm Town Council and insisted that they buy the cow from the stranger. They collected money from all the citizens in town. The mayor asked the stranger if he would be willing to sell the cow, and he offered double the usual price for a good milk cow. The stranger started to protest that the cow wasn't worth that much, but the mayor misunderstood and increased his offer. The more the stranger protested, the more the mayor offered. Finally, completely confused, the stranger agreed to sell. The mayor gave the scrawny cow the best stall in his barn. He fed her the very best feed in town. The next morning, the mayor approached the cow to milk her. As he started, he was very surprised to find that the cow gave...milk! And not even very good milk!! The mayor was annoyed. The stranger had sold him a cow that gave gold, but all he had gotten was milk! He reported back to the Town Council. They were angry. When they told the townspeople, everyone was furious! They decided to track down the stranger to get their money back. They found the stranger in the next town. With everyone yelling at him all at once, he had no idea what was going on, but eventually, he figured it out. He turned to the mayor and asked, "Did you feed the cow?" The mayor answered, "Of course we fed the cow! Do you think we don't know how to care for a cow?!!" The stranger answered, "Did you ever have a cow that gave gold before? Didn't you notice how scrawny she was when I came into town? There's only one way to get her to give gold... You have to stop feeding her! But, it took me weeks to teach her to not eat. This is what you have to do. Every day, feed her a little less. At the end of three weeks, you should be able to cut her down to eating nothing. The next day, milk her, and she will give gold again." The Chelmites look at the stranger, embarrassed about their previous anger at him. They return to Chelm and start the feeding regimen that the stranger told them. The cow got skinnier and skinnier, and the mayor of Chelm was very pleased. Until, one morning, on the very first day she would have gotten no food, the cow was found dead in her stall.
The people of Chelm were, of course, very disappointed. But they always looked back nostalgically on the day when, if only their cow hadn't died, they would have been the richest town in Poland...
|The Poker Game|
| Six Jewish gentlemen were playing poker
in the condo clubhouse when one of them loses $500 on a single hand
and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen comrade,
they complete the hand standing up.
But who is going to tell the wife? They draw straws, and Goldberg, always a loser, picks the short one.
They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse than it is. Goldberg says "Gentlemen! I'm the most discreet guy you will ever meet. Discretion is mine middle name. Leave it to me." So Goldberg goes to the apartment, knocks on the door, the wife answers, asks what he wants.
"Your husband just lost $500 at poker," he says. She hollers, "HE SHOULD ONLY DROP DEAD!" Goldberg replies, "From your mouth to God's ears.
| A Jewish Texan buys a round
of drinks for all in the bar and announces that his wife
has just given birth to a baby boy weighing 20 pounds which even for
a Texan is atypical.
Congratulations shower him from all around, and many exclamations of "Wow!" are heard. A woman faints due to sympathy pains. Two weeks later, he returns to the bar. The bartender says, "Say, you're the father of the Texas baby who weighed 20 pounds at birth. How is he doing? What does he weigh now?" The proud father answers, "Fifteen pounds." The bartender is both puzzled and concerned. "Why? What happened? He already weighed 20 pounds at birth. How is it he lost so much weight?"
The Texas father takes a slow swig from his long-neck Lone Star, wipes his lips on his shirtsleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, "Had the bris."
|Jewish Food Descriptions|
| Man goes to see the Rabbi.
Man: Rabbi, something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it.
Rabbi: what's wrong?
Man: My wife is poisoning me.
Rabbi: How can that be?
Man: I'm telling you, I'm certain she's poisoning me.
What should I do?
Rabbi: Tell you what. Let me talk to her, I'll see what I can find out, and I'll let you know.
A week later the Rabbi calls the man.
Rabbi: Well, I spoke to your wife. I spoke to her on the phone for three hours. You want my advice?
Man: Yes, Rabbi.
Rabbi: Take the poison.
|We Are the Very Model of A Modern Major Synagogue by Stan Plunka|
from Gilbert & Sullivan's
THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE)
We are the very model of a modern major
Our teen minyonim fully comprehends
the war of Gog & Magogik,
the mid 60's a U.S. Navy cruiser put into port in Mississippi for
a week's shore leave. The Captain
was more than a little surprised to receive the following letter from
the wife of a wealthy plantation owner.
"Madam," said the first officer, "Captain Cohen doesn't make mistakes!"
|The Furniture Man|
cousin Moishe owned one of the biggest and fastest-growing businesses
in Miami, a furniture store. I
convinced him that he needed to take a trip to Italy to check out the
merchandise himself, and because he was still single, he could check
out all the hot Italian women, and maybe get lucky.
As Moishe was checking into a hotel he struck up an acquaintance with a beautiful young lady... she only spoke Italian and he only spoke English, so neither understood a word the other spoke. He took out a pencil and a notebook and drew a picture of a taxi. She smiled, nodded her head and they went for a ride in the park. Later, he drew a picture of a table in a restaurant with a question mark and she nodded, so they went to dinner. After dinner he sketched two dancers and she was delighted. They went to several nightclubs, drank champagne, danced and had a glorious evening. It had gotten quite late when she motioned for the pencil and drew a picture of a four-poster bed.
Moishe was dumbfounded, and to this day remarks to me that he's never be able to understand how she knew he was in the furniture business.
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