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My dear Children:—
I am so sorry that all of you who have written me won’t see your letters
on our page this time. I have been out of town, so some of them didn’t reach
me, but I hope to use lots of them in the next issue.
I hope you’ll like our first story. Tell me if you do—or better still, send
in some of your own.
I hope the New Year, dear children, will bring each of you health and
happiness and that it will also bring you many opportunities of giving joy
My very best wishes to you all!
How many of you guessed last week’s puzzle? Of course, the word we
spelled was “America,” that wasn’t so hard, was it?
Now we have another kind. I am giving you three words containing 14
letters. They are the names of a famous brother and sister in the Bible. Each
letter is numbered and as extra help, I am giving you some other words that
these letters spell.
Don’t forget to send me your answers so I can enter your name on our
Try hnrd! I know you’ll get it.
1 2 3 4 5 f> 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
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Numbers 3, 7, and 10 spell the name of what Abraham was told to sac
rifice in place of Isaac.
Numbers 1, 11, 11, and 8 spell the name of one of the wonders of creation.
Numbers 9, 2, and 13 spell what the wicked Pharoah said all the first
born of Israel must do.
Number 4 is the first word of the first Commandment.
Numbers 4, 0, 11, and 12 (or 14) spell the name of a phophet.
And this wouldn’t be your page without one letter, so I’ll use one that
reached me before I went away. The honor of having the very first letter
printed on our page goes to Lillian Michael, of Macon, (la.
Dear Sister Miriam:—
I think your page is going to 1k> so interesting. I certainly did enjoy
reading it this month, and hope I dont ever miss it.
I am twelve years old and in the seventh grade of school. Hope you will
accept my poem and joke.
f>83 College St.
Age 12 years.
P. S. I am going to spread the news about your corner to my Jewish friends
who are so unfortunate as not to get The Southern Israelite.
Here is Lillian’s poem. Don’t you think it is fine?
“THE SHIP OF HEBREWS”
I am proud to be a Jew,
I love everyone who is a Hebrew.
All Hebrews form one huge crew
In which unhappy ones are few.
We are all in one huge ship,
And no talk could our great religion nip,
We are sailing toward the promised land,
All in one large, strong bund.
Yes, every day, I’ll be proud to say
“I am a Jew in every way.”
This is the joke sent in by Lillian:
A little boy once asked his grandmother to help him with an example.
She said, “I don’t think it would be right, John.”
“I don’t think it would either.” he concluded.
— A LOVE GAME —
The two boys threw their tennis
rackets on the grass and sat down,
“Gee, Dave, that was some set! I
thought it never would end,” remarked
the taller of the two.
The other boy looked lazily across
the courts to a little path leading
through a thick hedge and replied,
“If you want anymore, Morris, here’s
an opportunity. Look who’s coming
through the hedge.
Morris glancing swiftly across the
sunny court, groaned, “Good heavens
no! That Jean Loveman is too much
for me. She’s got a serve that can’t
be beat, and she can get all over a
court faster than anybody I ever saw,
and in the third place she makes a
business deal out of a tennis game.”
By this time Jean had crossed the
court and stood looking at the boys.
“Don’t get up.” she laughed, “I can
see how your little game of tennis has
“Well,” Dave grinned, “we can’t all
be Helen Wills or Bill Tildens.”
“Silly!” Jean exclaimed. “Oh, here
comes Adele—she’s late as usual, but
I’ve never known her to be on time.
Who is that with her? Do you know?”
David shaded his eyes with his hand
and looked steadily at the two ei i
crossing the field. “That’s the new ^ *
who’s just moved out to Mornin
view,” he replied.
Adele and her companion had reach
ed the trio by now, and Adele aft*
calling out a greeting to the other'
said, “This is our new neighbor. Helen
Green. She’s a tennis fiend, too.”
“You certainly picked ’ the righ*
neighborhood then,” David remarked
“for this bunch eats with rackets K
stead of forks and Jean, I think, prac ]
tices serving in her sleep.”
Helen’s pretty little face dimpled
unexpectedly as she laughed, “Oh. j
like the game, but mostly because it
gives one a chance to be with othe-
Jean, who had been rather silent
said abruptly, “Let’s get started, Ad
ele, we only have the court for an
“I am sorry, Helen, that we haven't
another girl so we could play dou-
bles,” Adele called out as she moved
towards the court.
“Oh, I am going over to the prac
tice board and see what I can do about
my serve,” Helen responded.
“I’m thankful for that,” Joan said
in an undertone. "She probably plays
a rotten game and I hate to play with
a poor player.”
“Don’t you believe it,” Adele wan
ed her as they walked off, “1 heard
she was girls’ champion in Lakeland."
David and Morris remained at ea«e
on the grass, calling out criticism* in
a joking manner to the two girl«
Suddenly David punched his friend's
arm, “Boy,” he said softly, "look a*
that new girl.”
Morris glanced at the practice
board. Helen was silently and effi
ciently practicing her serves. And
such serves—keen swift balls—the
kind the Morningview players were
accustomed to think of as existing
only in tournaments of big tern:?
“She could beat any of us with ore
hand,” David exclaimed admiringly
“Let’s go ask her to sign up for the
tournament on the twentieth, we
don’t want to lose her." And getting
swiftly to their feet, the two boy
crossed the lawn to the praede
Such was the innocent beginning ■
the most exciting two weeks the younc
set of Morningview' had ever known
Everything faded into insignificar,< e
beside the wonderful coming event
the Annual Tennis Tournament.
Jean Loveman practiced early an
late, a determined look on her fa«.e
For three years she had been cham
pion and she meant to keep her ea
ership. Every one had practically> con
ceded the title to her. until He*r.
lelen, Helen, Helen." thought
as she doggedly practiced pl«
her serves. “I am certainly tireo
earing that girl’s name—- u
to beat her—a love game.
, one ever saw Helen pract.cmv
ph her friends urped her to. • •
said warningly, “Jean is
scalp, so please beat ^ r - .
champion so long that s t
ne else could be."
Iy,» laughed Helen, “ho* fie *
are about it. Why. Adele. ^
nean that much to me 5 J.
me. and if you turn it mto a spn
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