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Th« CanaNnon J«wisli News, Fnday, Noyember 9, T962 Poga S
a novel by ELIE WIESEL the author of NIGHT
CHAPTER VI
"In London the Cabinet is in session," Joab went on. "In New York the Zionists are holding a huge demonstration in Madison Square Garden. The UN is deeply concerned."
-I'l hope David knows," said liana. Her face had paled to a bronze hue.
"No doubt the hangman will tell him." said Gad.
I understood the bitterness in his voice. David was a childhood friend and they had entered the Movement together. Gad had told me this only after David's arrest, for it would have been unsafe before. The less any one of us knew about his comrades the better; this is one of the basic principles of any underground organization.
Gad had been present when David was wounded; in fact, he was in command of the operation. It was supposed to be what he called a "soft job," but the courageous stupidity of a sentry had spoiled it. His was the fault if David was to be hanged on the morrow. Although wounded and in couA-ulsions he had continued to crawl along the ground with a bullet in his belly and even to shoot off his gun. The mischief that a
courageous, diehard fool can do!
It was night. An army i truck came to a halt at the entrance of the red-capped paratroopers' camp near Gedera, in the south. In 4t were a major and three soldiersr
"We've come to get some arms", the.major said to the sentry. "A terrorist attack is i supposed to take place this j evening".
"Those goddamned terror-the sentry mumbled from under his mustache, handing back the major's identification papers.
"Very good, major", he said, opening the gate. "You can come in".
"Thanks", said the major. "Where are the stores?"
"Straight ahead and then two left turns".
The car drove through, followed these directions and stopped in front of a | stone building. j "Here we are", said the'
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major.
They got out, and a ser-; geant saluted the major and opened the door. The major returned his salute and handed him an i order with a colonel's signature at the bottom, an order to consign to the j bearer five tommy guns,; twentv rifles, twenty revol-!
vers, and the necessary ammunition.
"We're expecting a terrorist attack", the major explained condescendingly.
"Goddamned terrorists", muttered the sergeant.
"We've no time to lose", the major added. "Can you huro"?
"Of course, sir", said the sergeant. "I quite understand".
He pointed out the arms and ammunition to the three soldiers, who silently and quickly loaded them onto the truck. In a very few minutes it was all done.
"I'll just keep this order, sir", said the sergeant as the visitors started to go away.
"Right you are. Sergeant", said the major, climbing into the truck.
The sentry was just about to open the gate when in his sentr>' box the telephone rang. With a hasty apology he went to answer. The major and his men waited impatiently.
"Sorrj' sir", said the sen-trv' as he emerged from the box. "The sergeant wants to see }-ou. He says the order you brought him is not satisfactory".
The major got down from the truck.
"I'll clear it up with him | on the telephone", he said.,
Om Y IN miRICA
by HARRY GOLDEN
ALL HAIL, JOHN STEINBECK
John Steinbeck has won the Nobel Prize and I have offered him my happiest congratulations. The Nobel Prize Committee's Award was not only justifiable but highly imaginative.
Steinbeck and I have exchanged some correspondence in recent years but I was reading his books long before 1 e\ er dreamed I would write my own. When I first met Carl Sandburg, one of the joys we found we shared commonly was an admiration for the works of John Steinbeck.
1 have explained that Carl Sandburg and 1 share equal time in our conversations. He gets a half hour and 1 get a half hour, alternating through afternoon and evening. Often we have an agen la and just as often Carl Sandburg includes on that agenda a discussion of the critics of John Steinbeck.
John Steinbeck, in fact, of recent years, has suffered at the hands of his critics. I have read'the hebdomadal critic* who dismissed John Steinbeck, the critics who refused to consider the merits of his work but who wanted to read in it what they thought ought to be said. Gentlemen: The Nobel Prize Committee has taught you a \-aluable lesson. You want something said, you gotta write your own books.
But despite the critics, Steinbeck is as consistently read as any American writer. His books sell many editions and all of
them have lent themselves to stage and screen adaptation which is by way of proving their flexibility.
One of the tests of a great wTiter is whether everything he writes can be read profitably. And can be read as often as he chooses to write it. I do not mean to imply that all of Steinbeck's work is of equal quality. That is too much to ask of any man who has been writing for thirty years.
He has written at least four books of the highest order. They are: "In Dubious Battle." "The Red Ponv." "Of Mice and Men" and "The Grapes of Wrath" for which he deserves the Nobel Prize and all other possible prizes nations of men have to offer, even if he had never written anything else.
John Steinbeck writes about poor people and this is a subject publishers of recent years avoid on the grounds that rich people are more interesting. The last good stories I read about rich people were "Pride and Prejudice" and "Hamlet."
In truth the best way to understand life is to live with the poor or with the inisane. Why? Because the common denominator they have is their humanity and because it is often all they have, cherish it: or rather let us say, John Steinbeck cherishes it. So, all hail J'ohn — go and come in good health.
(COPYRIGHT THE CANADIAN JEWISH NEWS & HARRY GOLDENJ
HUMAN RELATIONS
The Breakup
PR. ROSE N. FRANZBLAU
QUESTION: I am 20 years old. Prior to this summisr I was going out for about seven months with a girl a year younger than myself. We live near eaifh other and attend the same college. Therefore we see one another every day, evenings and weekends. We both felt that we were in love.
Because we had trouble with her parents we didn't press the situatiori when they wanted her, for the last time, to be counselor at a sleepavvay camp. We both felt terrible about being away from each otherr As it turned put she-,met ai-boy at camp, dated him and |ikes him very much. 7^
She says that. she is very confused, as she ,was definitely hot planning on dating while away from irie, and now that she did, ;n4s ifhard to believe that she still loves me. However, hesitaiitly she says she does. I've reached the point where I don!t know what to tell her any more.
ANSWER: The situation you present is a very common one at the end of a sum-ijtier, particularly when the people involved have been separated from each other. Any weeping and wailing that may precede the separation is not a good indication of the closeness,of the relationiship or whether it will withstand the summer separation. When the grief expressed is too great, it may indicate; that the person is already mourning for the final separatioji to come.
Sometimes a seeming closeness that^ev elops in daily contacts at work orat school can mislead young peoRle;into thinking it is love. Allowed enougH^lme, this kind of feeling, based on pro.ximity. alone can become annoying and imprisoning, jmd'soon-er.or later they begin to fight-^to free themselves from each other.
You may both have been holding on to each other while waiting for "the special one."
* * , *. ■ Her parents may havk done both of you a great sen'ice by insisting that she go away. The break between you was inevitable. Had she stayed home against her parents' vdshes and then discovered thiat she wanted to break off with you, the dif-, ficulty wOuld have been much greater, and ~ the hurts airaround might have beenjnuch -Jeeper and more painful.
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. This girl's involvement with a boy sfie met- only this summer indicates that she -^cbuld not have been too deeply involved ■\lvith you. If she were, she couldTnot have attiached to the other boy so quickly, nor haye informed you about it so soOn. She is really not confused about her feelings. But, acting like a confused little girl, she evokes your pity and hopes to lessen your anger. However, you can believe her when she says that when she left for the summer she did not consciously plan to become involved with someone else.
If you look upon this as merely a going-steady experience, which came to a nonrial end, you will nOt feel inadequate or un-desii-able as a male. Now that your girl friend of yesteryear is off on her own, you can, without any guilt, begin to date other girls whom you must, have found attractive, but whom you could not date becaiise you were attached. You are alsO free to^ date Imore than one girl, as boys your aige should really do, before thej make their final choice.. I
As the sentry turned around, to re-enter the box the major brought his fist down on the back of his neck. The seintry fell noiselessly to the ground. Gad went over to the gate, opened it, and signaled to the driver to go through. Just then the sentry came to and started shooting. Dan put a bullet into his belly while Gad jurriped onto the truck and called out: "Let's go! And hurry!" The wounded sentry continued to shoot and one of his bullets puhctured a tire'. Gad retained his self-posses^ sion and decided that the tire.must be changed.
"Da\id and Dan, kecp^s covered," he said in a quiet, assured voice.
David and Dan grabbed two of the recently received tommy guns and stood by.
By now the whole camp was alerted. Orders rang out and gunfire followed. Everv second was precious. Covered by David and Dan, Gad changed the tire. But the paratroopers were drawing near. Gad knew that the important thing w^as to make off with the weapons.
"David and Dan", he said, "stay where you are. We're leaving. See if you can hold them back for three minutes longer while we get away. After that you can make a dash for it. Try to get to Gedera. where friends will give you shelter. You know where to find them".
"Yes, I know", said David, continuing to shoot. "Go on, and hurry!"
The arms and ammunition were saved, but David and Dan had to pay. Dan was killed and David was wounded. All on account of a stubbornly courageous sentry with a bullet in his belly!
"He was a wonderful fellow. David", said liana. Already she spoke of him as if he belonged to the past.
"I hope the hangman knows it", retorted Gad.
I understood his bitterness; injieed I envied it. He was losmg a friend, and it hurt. But when you lost a friend every day it doesn't hurt so much. And I'd lost plenty of friends in my time; sometimes I thought of myself as a living graveyard. That was the real reason I followed Gad to Palestine and became a terrorist: I had no more friends to lose.
"They say that the hangman always wears a mask", said Joab. who had been standing silently in front of the kitchen door. "I wonder if it's true".
"I think it is". I said. "The hangman wears a mask. You can't see anything but his eyes".
liana went oyer to Gad, stroked his hair,, and said in a sad voice:
"Don't torture yourself. Gad. This is war".
(Continued — next week)
HERE AND
WITH THE RABBIS
Jacob Eisen, formerly Assistant rabbi at the Holy Blossom Temple, went far afield this year for the High Holy Days. He conducted the services at a Liberal synagogue in Dublin, Ireland. IN THE REGIOPi;
• Toronto-bom Philip Ro-sensweig, rabbi of Kitchener's Jewish community has been named by Waterloo Lutheran University as chaplain to its Jewish students: The college has a Jewish enrolrnent of. about 90 -this year.
London Ontario's Jewish Community directory is off the press again this year. with an up-to<lat_e. listing of Jewish residents, conimimal agencies-embracing also the neighboriiig satellite _ com-niunities. " iZ-'
Seen at the ZOC Diamond Jubilee conference were Morley Goldblatt, of Hamilton, Louis Schreibman of Orillia. Max White, Max Shekman, Harry Tulchinsky and Louis Henkle of Braiit-ford, M. Schwartz of Sudbury, I. Lindenberg of Belleville, Hy Hochberg of Ottawa, and Daniel Monson of St. Catharinies.
• Missing (aiid sorely missed) was tfie jFriendly face of the late Saul Einhorn of Oshawa.
The: Park iPlaza corridor resounded on Friday . evening with the tuneful niggun Of a Kabalath Shabbath arranged by 'Rabbi Babb of Peterborough for tfidse at the, hotel. In the morhing' too a Siabbath; service was held in the hotel. —"
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