In a small village in Poland, a terrifying rumor was spreading: A Christian girl had been found murdered.
Fearing retaliation, the Jewish community gathered in the
to plan whatever defensive actions were possible under the circumstances.
Just as the emergency meeting was being called to order, in ran the
president of the synagogue, out of breath and all excited. “Brothers,”
he cried out, “I have wonderful news! The murdered girl is Jewish!”
The census taker comes to the Goldman house.
“Does Louis Goldman live here?” he asks.
“No,” replies Goldman.
“Well, then, what is your name?”
“Louis Goldman.”
“Wait a minute–didn’t you just tell me that Goldman doesn’t live here?”
“Aha,” says Goldman. “You call this living?
