The family vacation in the Catskills is over. And back in the city, they're fighting about the war. 9-11-1914, 9-12-1914
For most Americans in 1914 the war, far away in Europe, was a spectator sport, but in immigrant communities everybody had skin in the game.
September 11, 1914: One can't be kind to everybody, of course, in the country.
- Khashe Mushe: Scoundrel, hooligan! Now how can we get home to New York? Curse you and your 'country.'
- GB: You're driving to New York and and want to take us with you? You're a right guy, therefore I'll...
- Driver: Don't grab, mister, my automobile is no freight car. Try, see if you can go on foot a while.
- GB: What do you say to such a villain? Evidently not everybody in the country is respectable.
- GB: Walk and walk and walk! I hope I'll at least get to New York by Selichot! A plague on all drivers.
September 12, 1914: One should know what to talk about these days.
- Here is Mister New York! So what now, has one failed in America?
- Say, Jews, people, what would you give if I made you a ...
- ...
- Apparently if I talk about the war people will hear me out.
- And I tell you Russia should have a violent death.
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