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Fatty Had a IVord for It By Reuben Harris It was just bi'fori* Passover, and the boys at the Hebrew school knew that the teacher would make them toe the mark. Passover was a gnat event: pupils at the West Side Talmud Torah knew Mr. Farb- stein would be plying them with questions about the significance' of the holiday. Fifteen minutes before' the bell rang the boys were making the most of the respite, which meant that they were kidding “Fatty” Solnik. "Fatty," of course, was not his real name, but it very well might have been. There was only one name for a youngster who looked as if he could pass for two boys. There are some people who seem to get fat on the same diet which keeps others slim, but Fatty really liked to eat. He was always eating. Some said Fatty even kept, hard- boiled eggs undre his pillow, in case hi' awakened at night. F a tty was chewing on a stick of candy as the boys stood around waiting for the Hebrew school bell to ring. Joe Maslon led the kid ding. I "Say. you know what 1 heard," said Joe. "Fatty's parents call him 'Prescription. "You know why," he continued, laughing at his own joke, "be cause they can't fill him." Sam Rosen joined the bombard ment. "First thing you know, Fat ty, all this food is going to hurt you. All your blood is going to your stomach. There will be none left for your brain. One of these days, you w'ill wake up and find yourself a moron. How will you finish Hebrew school then? First thing you know, they’ll kick you out." Fatty listened in silence and went on eating. He finished a chocolate bar, then he pulled an apple out of his pocket. The class bell rang. "Boys,” began Mr. Farbstein, "soon we will celebrate the Pass- over holiday. I’d like you to think about the holidays generally and tell me some significant features.” He stood in silence for a minute, but no one stirred. "Well,” he continued, "I don’t see any hands, so all of you must be modest. I am sure you all know. I’ll call on Sam Rosen.” "Well,” said Sam Rosen, rising slowly. “The holidays are times when we go to Synagogue and pray to God.” “Yes,” Mr. Farbstein answered, "that’s trui', but it is only part of it. Abe suppose you tell us. You look very studious." "On tin- holidays," said Shind- ling, "we are not supposed to go to work. It is the time to stop think ing about material things and de vote yourself to the spiritual life.” "Fine, Abe,” said Mr. Farbstein, "but I want something more con crete. Solnik, perhaps you can give us the answer." Fatty took a last bite ot his ap ple and rose. "Well, teacher, I would say that on Passover we eat unleavened bread.” "Fine.” "And on Purim,” continued Fat ty, “We eat hamentashen.” “Excellent, go on.” "And on Rush Hashana we eat a little honey with our meal." “That’s right.” "And on Yom Kipper — well, we don’t eat at all.” "Splendid. 1 see you have re duced it all to eating and I must say it does give a vivid picture of the holidays — just what I want.” "What about Succoth," Abe Shindling asked mockingly. “What do you eat then?” Fatty glanced at the ceiling be fore he replied. “We always have a lot of fruit on that holiday. Papa said it represented the harvest. Be sides, just after Succoth, we eat the esogrim.” “You don’t eat the esrog," shout ed Shindling. “The esrog and lulav are used in the prayers. No one ever eats them.” “I know' it," returned Fatty, "but when Succoth is over, mother al ways cooked the esrogim. They're delicious.” “That's bunk," laughed Abe. “No,” Mr Farbstein put in, "Solnik is right. It is quite com mon to eat the esrog after the holiday. When it is well fried, it makes an excellent dish.” I think, Solnik," continued the teacher, "you have begun splendidly, but the question is, how do you relate these particular foods to the holi days. That is important.” “That’s easy," Fatty began. “We eat the unleavened bread because in their hurry to get out of Egypt, the Jews did not have time to sour the dough. They were about to become refugees, and refugees can’t delay.” “That’s right,” prompted Mr. Farbstein. (Please turn to page 39) COLUMNISTS GALORE The Constitution's editorial pages blaze with talented writing reflecting every shade of opinion—more than you can get in any other newspaper in Georgia. Take a look at these stars .... Ralph McGill Ralph Jones Jack Tarver Harold Martin Gladstone Williams M. L. St. John Celestine Sibley Channing Cope Virginia Polhill Price Evelyn Hanna Westbrook Pegler Thomas L. Stokes Robert Quillen "Bugs" Baer Margaret C. Jones Leodcl Coleman Ollie Reeves Daniel Whitehead Hicky Sara Lawson McGinty Raymond Duncan and Harold lekes The Atlanta Constitution Georgia-Owned and Georgia-Edited The Southern Israelite (23)