England, Northern -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Jews -- Fiction
The payment to Reb Monash for a week's tuition ranged between one
shilling and eighteenpence. He sometimes accepted ninepence, but on
the condition that other parents should not be informed and the market
be thus demoralized. He even accepted no payment at all, in cases of
extreme indigence, where it meant that a scion of Israel would
otherwise run riot in pagan ignorance. The attendances of his pupils
were as follows:--In the week-days, a few frantic minutes between
morning and afternoon school for the recital of _minchah_, the midday
prayer, and more importantly, several long hours in the evening; on the
Saturday, once, after dinner.
During the evening session, while the maturer boys were biting their
pens over their letters home, and the boys less mature were
transcribing for page after page a sample line in Reb Monash's own
script, _rebbie_ himself dealt with the infants, five, four, three
years old. Patiently, gently, the meat skewer he used as a pointer
moved from capital to capital. (A safe way to win temporary harbourage
in _rebbie's_ good graces was to provide him with a new pointer.)
"_Aleph!_" said Reb Monash. "_Aleph!_" piped the little voice.
"_Baze!_" "_Baze!_" "_Gimmel, doled!_" "_Gimmel, doled!_"
With the young he had enormous patience. When at last they knew all
the letters in their consecutive order, his pointer would dart
bewilderingly from letter to letter.
"_Lange mem, tsadik, coff...._"
Ignorance, up to a certain age, Reb Monash could condone. It was
inattention against which he maintained a fiery crusade.
"What, thou canst not distinguish between _baze_ and _shloss mem_?
Playest thou then alleys already? Thou art a lump-Gentile, a
_shtik-goy_!" After the youngsters had been thus instructed, a snap of
his Prayer Book was the signal for a deathly calm. All the exercise
books were closed and put away upon their shelf. Everybody sat down
upon the benches round the wall and each face assumed a look of virtue
bordering upon imbecility. Reb Monash then produced a thin notebook
where in three columns down each page he had written a large number of
Hebrew words. These words had, excepting rarely, no connection with
each other. One leaped abruptly from "pepper" to "son-in-law" and
thence to "chair," "snake," "pomegranate" and "yesterday."
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