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Show WHISPEREDST0RY OF RUTH And Each Little Jewish Girl Was Rcf warded With Feast Cake for Her Effort. In the East side of New York a in the East end of London, the Jewish, quarter of Paris or Judengnsse of Berlin, Ber-lin, thousands of Jewish mothers and: grandmothers gathered the little daughters of the family to them one-night one-night recently. Into tiny ears was whispered the story of Ruth, the faithful. faith-ful. In each kitchen stood a new-broom, new-broom, and tallow candles burned brightly on tables spread with meats, wines and cakes. "Little daughter," each mother whispered, whis-pered, "do you know what Ruth said, to Naomi?" "Yes," each little girl replied eagerly. eager-ly. She had rehearsed the great epic for weeks. "Ruth said 'Entreat me-not me-not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee. For whither thou, goest, I will go ; and where thou lodg-est, lodg-est, I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy god my God.' " And, beaming her pride, each mother moth-er then said : "Good I Here is a cake for you!" Thus the feast of Shabuoth was ushered In. The broom was just as. much a part of the ceremony as the reward of a cake. With it one couldj sweep out the spirits and demons, tha scheidlm and masiklm, which ghettoj' traditions of the medieval ages insistt. are present during Omer, the time be-f tween Passover and Shabuoth. Newf' York Tribune. i |