Caricature by Franklin Morris Howarth published in Puck. The text reads : 1 --Mr. Dawson: "Ah! I like these blustery, windy mornings." 2 --Mr. Dawson: "Phew! That was a gust." 3 --Itinerant hat collector: "Dings vas gomin' my vay. Dot vas a good ringer." 4 --Itinerant hat collector: "I vill schoost gover it mit dis odder von." --Mr. Dawson: "I don't wear cape coats after this. Where's my hat?" 5 --Mr. Dawson: "Well, I'll be hanged! My hat nowhere in sight. It must have blown over that wall. Well, I'm in a pretty fix! I'll catch my death of cold, bareheaded in this wind." 6 --Mr. Dawson: "Ah! Perhaps this Jew will sell me one of those hats. Have you a hat there to fit me, my friend? " 7 --The itinerant collector: "Dot vas too pad your hat plows over der vall. Yes, I haf a hat vat I schoost pought from Mr. Vanderbildt. Ach! So hellup me gracious! It vas schoost your size, undt I sell him for t'ree tollar." 8 --Mr. Dawson: "Mary, I had a very funny experience. My hat blew off and went over a garden wall. A hat peddler came along just in the nick of time and sold me this one for three dollars. It is just as good as new." 9 --Mrs. Dawson (in disgust): "James Dawson, there are no fools like an old fool! You had better wear a bonnet tied on with strings the next time you go out in the wind. This is your own hat, and has your name inside."
Caricature of Joseph Pulitzer published in the March 9, 1899, edition of Life. The associated article reads : "The editor of the World is known wherever bad English is read, and depraved minds everywhere hail him as a source of inspiration. He has probably done more harm to morals, and has fostered with more real persistency the rapid undergrowth of American degeneracy than any other living man. What he might say of Life is therefore of great interest : 'Don' speag to me of Life. Dot paper is der worst ever, ain't it? Ven de Sun un Churnal un udder file sheets gome out against me, I laf ha-ha! Vat does it madder? But Life! Dot paper goes to der very peoples dot I vould buy myselluf a place among, because of my monish, un day vill not have me, Hah! It has cut into my cirgulation also, un made me a laughing stock. It makes me sick. Speag to me not of Life.' Mr. Pulitzer's views, though not new, may well bear reiterating, showing, as they do, that no refined family of taste can afford not to take Life regularly. Contrast the shame-faced individual with some grains of self-respect left who stealthily endeavors to conceal a copy of the World from sight, and the proud bearing of the man who spreads his Life where all may see the company he keeps. Merely to be seen with a copy of Life is a good mind advertisement."
Black-and-white engraved caricature depicting little Israel having swallowed a ducat. In German, the text reads : "Das kleine Israelchen bemerkt, wie sein Tate Baruch eine so große Liebe für das Gold hat. Der Knabe denkt: 'Es muß doch seyn ebbes delicates um einen Ducaten!' Er kommt über des Etten Casse, sieht Ducaten, nimmt, leckt und -- verschluckt einen! - 'O wai geschrien!' - Es wird Lärm in Hause; der Kremnitzer muss wider ins Tageslicht. Israelchen wird auf den Tisch gesetzt. Tate Baruch attaquirt in Front mit Rhabarber, während Memme Rachel mit Lavements in den Rücken fällt. Pefselche, Schmul und Löbche - der seinen neuen Rock aus alten Beinkleidern an hat - harren ängstlich der Wiedergeburt ihres R 5,30,, mehr werthen Bruders; und siehe, das Goldsöhnchen lässt sie nicht länger warten! In English, the text reads : "Little Israel notices what a great love father Baruch has for money. The boy thinks: 'There must be something delicious about a ducat!' He comes to the case, sees the ducats, takes one, licks and - swallows one! 'Oy vey!' he yells. Noise takes over the house; the coin must be brought to daylight again. Little Israel is placed onto the table. Father Baruch attacks him from the front with rhubarb, while Mother Rachel gives him an enema in the back. Pefselche, Schmul, and Löbche - who is wearing a new skirt made out of old trousers - anxiously await the rebirth of their R 5,30,, worth from their brother; and look, the little gold son won't wait any longer!"
Caricature by Franklin Morris Howarth published in Puck. The text reads : 1 --Mr. Hockheimer: "Ach! Mein Gott, Shakop, vy you vaste your dime ofer dot foolish pook--over dot crazy fool pusiness about dot palmistry. Dot vill nefer do you no goot votefer." --Hockheimer, Jr.: "Oh! Don't vorry, Fader--it maype gomes in handy some day." 2 --Mr. Hockheimer (after trying in vain for over an hour to fit customer with hat): "Vait, don't go, mein frendt; I see vot I gan do." 3 --Mr. Hockheimer (in anguish): "Oh! Shakop, mein sohn! Dish vas awful. I loose me a gustomer. Efery hat in der store ish too pig for his head. Vot vill I do me?" --Hockheimer, Jr.: "Calm yourself, Fader. I tries vot I gan do." 4 --"Goot morning, Mister. Oh! yes; dot hat vas entirely too pig. Say! Mister, did you effer hear apout dot science of palmistry, vot dells your fortune py der lines on your handt? Gif me your handt, I tells you." 5 --"You vas porn under a lucky planet. Your line of life vas goodt undt long, you vill live to old age." 6 --"Your power for knowledge is enormously developed. You vill become a prilliant man--a scholar, a statesman, perhaps der President. You vas a porn leader of men--like Napoleon." 7 --"You have great powers of concentration and determination--you vill succeed in votefer you underdakes." 8 --"Fader, you must have made some mistakes. Any of dese hats vill fit der great schentlemans. Give me a larger size. Goot." 9 --Mr. Hockheimer (falling on his son's neck): "Oh! mein sohn, der pride of mein life. I dakes you in bartnership tomorrow."
Caricature by Franklin Morris Howarth published in Puck. The text reads : 1 --Mr. Isaacs: "Ikey, look, look! See vat your fader learns out mit dis pook! I can do it! I'm a hypnotister!" 2 "Now watch! Here gomes a jay gustomer. Go out mit der store. Leaf me alone. I will hypnotister him. I vill get me double brices! 3 --"Vat, you only vant a pair of pants? Look me in der eye!" --Mr. Hardacre (aside): "That feller is tryin' ter hypnertize me. I used ter be purty good at that game, myself. I'll try my hand at it." 4 --Mr. Isaacs (aside): "Oh! If I had only known dese dricks pefore. (To Hardacre.) Look in der glass. Isn't dot fine, undt only feefty tollars." --Mr. Hardacre: "I'll let him think he has me!" 5 --Mr. Isaacs: "And you vant a fine silk hat. Ah! you look schoost like dot Brince of Vales (Aside.) Oh! dis vas too easy!" --Mr. Hardacre (aside): "Now I'm ready to begin on him." 6 (Making the hypnotic passes : immediately transfixing Isaacs and handing him a piece of paper). "Now you want your money, I suppose? Here is a hundred-dollar-bill. Give me the change." 7 --"Yes, that is right! Ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Now, you sit down on that chair and don't move until that clock strikes five. Good-by!" 8 --Young Isaacs: "Fader, vat's der matter? You see nodding mit your eyes open. Vhere's der gustomer you hypnertisted? Vake up! Vake up!" 9 --Mr. Isaacs (as he awakes): "Vhat! Dere vas no hundret-tollar-bill in der drawer? Four ten-tollar-bills missin'? Oh, mein sufferin' peoble! Dot feller was a hypnotister himself! Ikey, Ikey! purn dot pook!"
Caricature of a Jewish man asking another man for advice. In German, the text reads : --Jude: "Herr Major - as Sie mir sind genannt worden als ein Mann von Ehr - wollt ich mich bei Ihnen informiere - ich hab gekriegt ne Ohrfeige vom Herr Lieutenant Sibitz, was hab ich zu thun in der difficile Sach?" --Major: "Da müssen Sie sich mit ihm schiessen." --Jude: "Gott, er kann todt bleiben und ich kann todt bleiben - und ich bin verheirathet." --Major: "Da muss einer von Ihnen wenigstens Homburg verlassen." --Jude: "Gott er ist zu seinem Vergnügen heir und ich für meine Gesundheit, wer soll weichen?" --Major: "Nun ich würde mir aus eine Ohrfeige so sehr viel nicht machen." --Jude: "Gott Herr Major, wenn Sie sich nir d'raus machen als en Mann von Ehr, ich mach mir gewis nichts d'raus!" In English, the text reads : --Jew: "Mr. Major - as you have been referred to me as a man of honor - I want you to advise me - I received a slap in the face from Mr. Lieutenant Sibitz, what do I have to do in this difficult situation?" --Major: "You must have a shoot out with him." --Jew: "Oh God, he could be left dead and I could be left dead - and I am married." --Major: "Then at least one of you must leave Hamburg." --Jew: "Dear God, he's here for pleasure, and I'm here for my health, who should budge?" --Major: Well, I wouldn't make so much over a slap in the face." --Jew: Oh God, Mr. Major - if you wouldn't make anything of this as a man of honor, then I certainly won't make anything of it!"
Caricature by Leon Barritt published in the March 1881 edition of the New England Pictorial. The associated article reads : "From an American point of view the opposition to the Jews, which has lately been revived in Germany, seems to be due partly to a survival of the unchristian spirit of medieval Christianity, but more immediately to the hatred which thrift always inspires in the unthrifty. The military ardor which has converted Germany into a great camp has drafted the flower of German youth into army barracks, and diverted the best energy of the people from productive pursuits. At the same time it has impoverished the masses by indirect heavy taxes to support the military establishment, and still heavier indirect taxes in cutting off the supply of productive labor. Though many Jewish youth in Germany have proved the native courage of the race on recent battlefields, the more peaceful instincts of the race have led them to seek in commerce and in the professions the distinction which the Christian youths have looked for in military and official positions. And now the cry is that the Jews monopolize the sources of wealth, and that they crowd the professions and other pursuits of peace and profit. The charge is doubtless largely true, but that fact is as much to the honor of the Jews as it is to the dishonor of those whose lower civilization has allowed them to be distanced in the competitions of peaceful industry, intelligence, persistence and thrift. If the physically and numerically weaker race can distance their stronger and more numerous competitors in the arts of peace, the fact must be taken as evidence that mind counts for more than stature, and thrift and labor for more than military ardor, in the free conflicts of modern civilization."
Caricature by Joseph Ferdinand Keppler published in the December 25, 1878, edition of Puck. The associated article reads : "It is to be regretted that Mr. Hilton is as unsuccessful as a dry-goods man and a hotel keeper as he notoriously was as a jurist. But the fact remains. He took it upon himself to insult a portion of our people, whose noses had more of the curvilinear from of beauty than his own pug, and he rode his high hobby-horse of purse-proud self-sufficiency until he woke up one day to find that the dry-goods business was waning—growing small by degrees and beautifully less. Then Mr. Hilton arouses himself. He turns his great mind from thoughts of the wandering bones of Stewart; he brings the power of his gigantic brain to bear upon the great question. ‘How shall I revive trade?’ He remembers that he had insulted the Jews. Aha! we’ll conciliate them. So out of the coffers that A. T. Stewart filled he gropes among the millions, and orders the trustees of a few Hebrew charities to bend the pregnant hinges of their knees at his door, and receive a few hundred dollars. But in this country the Jew is not ostracized. He stands equal before the law and before society with all his fellow-citizens, of whatever creed or nationality. And the Jew has stood up like a Man and refused to condone the gross and uncalled-for insults of this hap-hazard millionaire, merely because he flings the offer of a thousand dollars in their faces. All honor to the Jews for their manly stand in this instance. Trampled upon, scourged, banished as they have been for centuries under the ban of religious persecution, at last they find a land in which they have rights equal with all their fellow-countrymen. They have in this instance asserted their rights, and have dared to maintain their self-respect. It is the verdict of all thinking men that in everything he has done, from the Grand Union Hotel, and the Women’s Home, down to Stewart’s grave, Hilton has been a magnificent failure—and the Jews have won a grand success."
Black-and-white engraving entitled "horse shares." The scene below is observed above by three men holding the Ten Commandments. In German, the text reads : "Abraham: Sie sind maschuker, alles reit, Jetzt reit'n gar auch unsere Leut! Isaack: Der Jzig zieht die Knie ans Maul. Gebt Acht! Der fällt meih Seel von Gaul. Jakob: Der hat doch sonst'n guten Schlufs, Räb Jzig! -- was machst du für Stufs? Jzig: Herunter bringt'r mich doch nit. Er geht am End schon wieder Schritt. Heruntergeworfener. Das Pferd hat wie mein böles Weib, 5000 Teufel in den Leib! Streicher: Wir streichen euch Drei oder Vier, Dann wird es ruhig euer Thier. Madame Pfau: Das Zettelchen ist wirklich gut. Es langt zum Mantel und zum Hut. Magd: Mein braver Herr, der an mich denkt Hat mir die Aktie geschenkt. Schnipp: Komt! schnaufen wir ein wenig aus, Und reiten hin vor's Kaffehaus. Schnapp: Wird's mit der Eisenbahn gut gehn. Dann war's man wie die Gäule stehn. Schnur: Ich zieh den meinen in den Stall. Und deke mich für jeden Fall. Schnepeper: Der reit' Galopp der Trab der Schritt. Ich denk, ich bleib' so in der Mitt. Stallmeister Meseritzer: Macht was ihr wollt, dös wahls ich doch. Mer wherreitn euch alle noch." In English, the text reads : "Abraham: You are crazy, everything is ready. Even our people are now riding! Isaack: Jzig is pulling his knees into his mouth. Be cautious! He's missing the soul of Gaul . Jakob: He typically has a good ending anyways, Rabbi Jzig! -- what nonsense are you doing. Jzig: He'll not bring me down yet. He goes to the end and takes another step again. He is the thrown down one. That horse has 5000 devils in his body, just like my evil woman. Streicher: We are going to mark out three or four for you all, then it will become quiet for you animals. Madame Pfau: The little note is very good. It is enough for the coat to the hat. Magd: My well behaved Sir, who thinks of me, gave me the shares of stock as a gift. Schnipp: Come on! Let us take a breath for a bit, and let's ride ahead to the Coffee House. Schnapp: Will it go well with the train. Then it would stand like the nags. Schnur: I'm going to guide mine into the stables. And will cover them for any situation. Schnepeper: The rider gallops, the trot, the step. I think, I'm going to stay in the middle like this. Stallmeister Meseritzer: You all can do what you want, that's what I vote for. We will outride all of you eventually."
This is a panel discussion held in 1997 at the 4th annual meeting of the Jewish Historical Society of South Carolina, convened on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the founding of Charleston’s Conservative congregation, Synagogue Emanu-El. Topics include the reasons for establishing Emanu-El, who the leaders were, and how the controversial split from the Orthodox Brith Sholom affected individuals and families in both congregations. Among the speakers is Lewis Weintraub, Emanu-El’s first rabbi, who provides details of many of the synagogue’s “firsts.”
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