8 CANADIAN JEWISH REVIEW THE MARTYR CHILD Chanukah competition. There will be prizes for the best Chanukah stories or poems. All entries to reach office not later than December 17. Send stories to Review Jukior Section, 319 Bay Street, Toronto. All contributions for the Junior Section must be sent to Canadian Jewish Review, 319 Bay Street, Toronto, Ontario. Any girl or boy is welcome to join our section and to contribute poems, essays, stories, riddles, etc. Just fill out this little card and mail it at once. Review Junior Section: I would like to join the Cousin Family of the Canadian Jewish Review. My name is...................... I live at......................... I am.................years of age. Come one! Come all! Let's have lots and lots of new cousins. Ye Maker of Limericks says he'll write a limerick especially for every new cousin. And though I say it as shouldn't, Ye Maker of Limericks certainly can write pomes! (You'll note I said "pomes" and not "poems"�there is a difference!) Dear Cousin: I suppose by the time you receive my story for the competition it will be too late. If I were to write all there is to write about this Magic City in which I am living, it would take up a whole book, and as I am not capable of writing a whole book, I have just recorded a few of the facts about Miami Beach. I have in my mind's eye who will win this contest, but it won't be me, I know, because I can only win in a fight and sometimes I get knocked out. I'll be happy if I get honourable mention. You see, my pal Bepest has won an honourable mention and if its possible I would like to keep up with Bepest. I don't say her or him because that would be giving away the secret and that wouldn't be fair, would it, and you know I am an awful fair person. Well goodbye for now. I still am your cousin, "Fighting Flo." Well Flo, you have most certainly "kept up" with friend Bepest, for your essay was given Honourable Mention. Unfortunately it came too late for the competition, but that makes it none the less interesting to the readers of our page. See that you are in time for the Chanukah contest! Perhaps you had better write at once. We are having snow and more snow this week. Think of that when you go swimming! Judith. Dear Cousins: I wish to- join your junior section of the Review. Will contribute to your page when possible. Yours truly, Helen Josefo, Montreal. Dear Helen : WTien the mail man comes along next week, I shall expect a heavy letter with lots and lots of contributions for our page. How about sending us something for the Chanukah contest? Who knows? You may mark your entry into our group by runnlig away with a prize! Which would be nice! Cousin Judith. discover that my essay was chosen as one of the prize-winners, I must congratulate Fanny Fleming another cousin on her essay, which is very good. I hope that all future competitions in the Review Junior Section meet with the same success as this. Thanking you in advance for the prize, I remain. Your cousin, (Morris Adler) alias Tiny Tim. Dear Tiny Tim: I'm glad you were pleased with the result of our last competition. Let me know how you like your prize. And how about contributing articles for our various departments, Poet's Corner, Authors' Club, Riddle Box, Chanukah contest, etc., etc., etc. Come again regularly. I, your cousin, say so. Cousin David. _s_ WELCOMING A NEW COUSIN Here's a word of welcome for Helen P. Josefo, 368 Oxford Avenue, Notre Dame de Grace, Montreal, who is going to help keep our page interesting. I hope she likes the limerick that our Rhyming Cousin made up for her: Now Helen's a cousin who's new; Contributions from her are now due, A poem or a letter, If not something better; We hope she will send quite a few. HONOURABLE MENTION Fighting Flo, who sends us an article on Miami, Florida, is given honourable mention for it. Unfortunately her essay came too late to be judged with the others. MIAMI BEACH Dear Cousins: I was very much surprised when I read tbe Review Junior Section to By Fighting Flo About ten years ago Miami Beach was a wilderness and now Miami Beach is a magic city. The City of Miami and Miami Beach are two entirely different places. They are linked together by a causeway three and a half miles long. Two and half miles is land filled in by man and either end of it there is a half a mile of trestle bridge. Miami Beach has a Chamber of Commerce, twenty beautiful hotels, eighty-five appartment houses, sixty-nine acres of polo fields, 363 golf courses, n in teen public tennis courts. There is every kind of sport here. Polo for the polo enthusiasts, golf for the golf enthusiast, tennis for the tennis enthusiast and fishing for the fisher. They also have an auditorium seating 5,000 people and a community theatre. Three (and others springing up) beautiful casinos for bathing in when the ocean is rough. They have an aquarium and a dock for boats to come and go. France has a Riviera, Italy has a Riviera and so has Miami Beach. The Venetian islands are a most wonderful sight. They are made by man and are planned like this � . � and they have trestle bridges joining them together, there is also a bridge joining them to the causeway. Some reasons why poets sing and artists marvel are of the beautiful sunsets and sunrises. Can yon imagine taking off your ice skates and getting on your bathing suit? It's true. They have an artificial rink which they call the refrigerator, where you can skate. They also have ice hockey. Many children down here just clapped their hands with glee when they saw them skating. Can you put yourself in the place of some of the people down here who have never seen a snowball fight? In 1914 the population oi this "Mafic City" was twenty-five, la 1924 tbe popokrioa m 5,800. By Joseph Esterman (Re-printed from "Bulletin of Young Judaea of Canada.") (A dramatization for young children of the scene between Antioch us, Hannah and her youngest child.) King: What? Shall I never succeed in bending to my will this stiff-necked Jewish family? Six sons have I put to the torture and slain; but not one would consent to forsake his God and worship my idols! Not onel But there is yet another, the seventh and youngest. He is a mere child. With him I shall surely succeed. (Claps his hands.) Come hither, youngster.' Hannah: O King, do not proceed further on this bloody path. You have already robbed me of six of my children, six bright jewels in the crown of my motherly pride. Will you now slay the seventh too? You have broken my heart, dashed my dearest hopes to the ground, filled my soul with pain and grief. Be generous, O mighty King, spare this child. Let himJive as a spark of light in the darkness of my despair. King: Silence, woman! Do you still dare to plead for mercy, after your obstinacy has helped defeat my wishes? And do you speak of your motherly love, after having wilfully allowed your sons to be slain? Your heart knows no pity; also you would not have counselled them to remain faithful to your God. Silence, I say. Come hither, my child. What is your name? Child: Nadav. King: You are a boy after my own heart. I like you, Nadav. Child: That is not true; else you would not have killed my six brothers. King: They were wicked, my child. Child: Wicked? Who say that? King: They refused to bow to my idols. Child: Then you were wicked, and they are noble. King: You are a little child and know little of the work! and its ways. Listen, Nadav: I want to help you to grow up to be a great, rich and powerful man. You need but to do my bidding this one time, and I shall have you clothed in purple robes, such as the princes wear. You shall have gold and silver and servants and playthings. You will be the happiest boy in Antioch. Hannah: O King, why tempt his innocent mind in this way? Why tempt him away from the faith of his fathers? He is to judge wisely that which you desire him to do. King: And must you again be the ruin of your child? Silence, I command. Nadav: What must I do? King: Bow down and kneel before this god. Nadav: Never! Not though you give all the gold of Antioch us,, a 11 the jewels of Syria. King: But I can take your life. Nadav: Kill me, then; I am no better than my brothers. King: Listen, my child. I would do you no harm. I want to spare your life, I will drop my signet ring here at my feet. You need not kneel to the image, but let it appear to my people that you have at least obeyed and worship my idol. Hannah: Does King Antioch us descent to bribes and tricks to fool a mere child? King: Who dares say that? Do that, Nadav, and you will be made one of my princes; refuse, and all the gods you can summon will not save your life. Nadav: 0 Antioch us, I am a Jew. I cannot forget my God, the God of my father. King (stands): The King of Syria commands, Nadav: The Jewish boy refuses, Hannah: Blessings on your head, my brave lad. King: Obedience to death! Nadav. Obedience is dishonour. I am not better than my brothers. King: Hannah, speak to him. You can save his life. Persuade him to obey. Hannah: flares the child aside.) My child, I have g^iven yoa life and Bovriabed yoa to tkm^ky^ J evil. You know that a mother loves her child more than herself. But now I say: be brave, brave to the last. Folio* the example of your brothers, die like a Jew; do not live a traitor to your God and people. King: Will you obey? Nadav: I defy you and despise you, King; Away with him. (Attendant appears to lead Nadav away.) Nadav: Hear, 0 Israel, the Lord out God, the Lord Is One. Hannah: Cruel tyrant. Can you live with the blood of my innocent children upon your hands? Now yoa think that you can thus crush the spirit of our people? Know then, you proud tyrant, that your hopes will be blasted. In your drunken folly you do not see the truth. Our people are immortal, our religion cannot die. Even now the flames of rebellion are kindled in distant Palestine. A race of heroes is rising to defend the honour of Jews and the sanctity of the Torah. You, blood thirsty despot, will be humbled before the victorious lion of Judaea. Your empire will rot and moulder in the dust Israel and his God are eternal.�(Reprinted from "Bulletin of Young Judaea of Canada."). POETS' CORNER CHANUKAH LIGHTS ARE SHINING A Song for Chanukah Chanukah lights are shining brightly Over the world this winter night, And our hearts grow tender and grateful As again gleams forth their lignt. We tell o'er the olden story Of the Maccabeans bold, How they yielded not to tyrant� Braver story ne'er was told! Written fairly on their banner Gleamed their watchword overhead: "Who is like to Thee, Eternal?" By His wisdom were they led. Never wavered they, nor trembled, Though so few, true to the right, Loyal ever to their watchword, So they triumphed over night. As each year is told the story, Little lights, send forth your ray! "Who is like to Thee, Eternal?" Shall our watchword be to-day! �Hadassah, BEFORE THE MENORAH In the candle rays I see lively pictures beckoning me: Judas with his shield and sword, Pledged to battle for the Lord. Eleazer, steadfast, strong, 'Mid the mocking heathen throng; Hannah straight as candle's flame, Sons who glorified her name� Soldiers all, they smiled in pride, Glad and unafraid they died . . . God of Israel, may I be A soldier worthy of them and Thee! E. E. Levinger. ANSWER Someone has said, "A tiny prayer Is so afraid of everywhere". . . I am a prayer�a wee, wee thing, So small I scarce have breath to sing� Yet I am not afraid to go Straight up to God, because I know I'll find a welcome set for me, With singing prayers about His knee. And all the great prayers, strong and tall, Will help each little one to crawl Into Love's universal Heart, Of which the tiniest is a part. 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