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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1922. Excerpt: ... Meyerke, my Chedar chum, who is a distant neighbor, found out that I am in favor with Nami, so he came and demanded that she give him, too, something from the orchard. She told him to go to Hades and stay there a long... More

Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1922. Excerpt: ... Meyerke, my Chedar chum, who is a distant neighbor, found out that I am in favor with Nami, so he came and demanded that she give him, too, something from the orchard. She told him to go to Hades and stay there a long time. Meyerke told the story to the Chedar teacher and to the Chedar chums--that I am playing with a girl. To play with a girl was considered even more harmful for study than eating brains or cheese, and so my nickname became "Nami." This shame-name was very embarrassing and disgraceful to me. But the chief villain was my teacher. One Saturday afternoon we--all the Chedar boys--played around; played soldiers, climbed trees, until I suddenly remembered that after his nap the teacher would examine me. As my face was red from perspiration I went into Nami's front yard and sat on a log under a shady tree to cool down. Nami brought me some cherries, and herself stuffed my pocket so that it would be unnoticeable. My mother came to look for me: "The teacher is here." Her arrival disturbed me greatly, for she more than once told me that for a boy who already studied with Shloime, it is improper to chum with a girl. And another reason for my uneasiness was that I was not yet cooled down. I was sure to get it from my father if he saw me in such a condition, for my face was still red. I followed my mother like one sentenced to death, and my face began to burn still more. The rabbeh [teacher] and my father were sitting over a glass of tea and a dish of cherries. The rabbeh was telling my father of his trouble with his wife. When my father perceived my reddened face I at once felt that to-day's examination would bring me no good results. Well, I read the Shier [measure in the Gemorrhe] apprehensively, and did not know what I said. It was a smooth Shier, though, and I rattled it off...

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