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The Southern Israelite. (Augusta, Ga.) 1925-1986, October 25, 1929, Image 12

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Page 12 The Southern Israelite BOYS Specials For Rough Play And Sr hind Day* The New Styles have arrived - - Outfit your Boy at Eisemnn’s Greater Boy’s Department now - - - for his apparel. C R E A T E K BOYS DEPARTMENT OPERATED IlY CAMP & EASON 56-58 PEACHTREE Thru t« Broa.l The Seal of Service On the New Product of a Famous Family Batteries Will End Your Winter Worries A MODEL FOR EVERY CAR NO GREATER PRICE THAN OTHER MAKES BUT A VASTLY SUPERIOR QUALITY The 1 Stop Service Station J. L. CARROLL COMPANY Spring and Harris Sts. WA. 8628 WhitehaU and Gordon Sts. WE. 1438 Children’s Corner 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 to others. My very best wishes to you all! —SISTER MIRIAM 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 Honor List. Try hnrd! I know you’ll get it. 1 2 3 4 5 f> 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 * ***** * * * * * * * * 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. Forever yours, —Lillian Michael. f>83 College St. Macon, Georgia. 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.” —Lillian Michael 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, sighing heavily. “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 exhausted you.” “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- folks.” Jean, who had been rather silent said abruptly, “Let’s get started, Ad ele, we only have the court for an hour.” “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:? stars. “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 board. 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. appeared. 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 „ 11 4-V.q -fun