Rosh Hashanah was over and it was time for Yom Kippur 1914. A fine opportunity for Sam Zagat to draw chickens, which he did wonderfully well.
September 26, 1914: His boys can't even earn a mitzvah.
- GB: Take this, lads, carry the tallis into shul for me. Earn at least a little bit of a mitzvah.
- Notke: I'll betcha there's candy in here. Let's take it away from him and have a look.
- GB: Bring me the tallis quickly, my loafers. The praying has already begun.
- GB: Police! Murder! Fire! The loafers kidnapped my tallis!
September 27, 1914: Probably he'll swing the sacrificial chicken like all Jews.
- GB: See, Jake, I've provided myself with a sacrificial chicken. One should always provide for the future.
- GB: How about you? Why don't you think about the future? Obey me, I have a bride for you who...
- Jake: Watch out, Mister Matchmaker, your chicken is rising up in rebellion. You could, God forbid, be stuck with all your sins.
- GB: Hush! Don't bother me now. Can't you see I'm in the middle of business?
- GB: Come here, Jake - chicken, I mean. I need you for Yom Kippur, you loaferish rooster.
September 28, 1914: These days even the roosters are too outspoken.
- Quickly, lads, bring me the rooster, I'll swing the sacrificial chicken with you.
- Come, my jewel, I'll do a tango dance and send you to the butcher.
- Say, what kind of monkey business are you pulling with me? I'm Gimpel Beynish the Matchmaker.
- Oy gevald! I feel like a bomb from a zeppelin is falling on me. Police!
- Oy, "for the sin we have sinned against You..." -- Master of the Universe, take pity and make him go away.