Look, Yosele, supper is ready, and our son is home. Come, we should eat and be happy now. Talking can be later. It’s your birthday. Jakie, it’s today your Papa is sixty years old. JACK Don’t I know it? The 14th of August—that’s why I’ve been so anxious to get home today. I’ve been picturing this home-coming for a long time. I figured now I’m doing all right, and it’s been a long time, so I’ll go home. I thought you’d be so glad to see me. SARA We are glad, Jakie. I’m so happy. I’m crying with happiness. JACK Yeh, and Papa, he’s happy, too. [_He crosses to settee—gets package from bag._] To show you I haven’t forgotten, I brought you a birthday present, Papa. The finest praying shawl I could get. [_Moves to table._] And I’ll make you a little speech like I did when I was a little boy. Many happy returns of the day, Cantor Rabinowitz! SARA [_Pleading_]. Look, Yosele. CANTOR [_Looks straight ahead. His voice is numb_]. Thank you. SARA [_Eagerly_]. Oh, Yosele, this is like I dreamed lots of times!... A praying shawl.... That’s just what your Papa needed!... This is a fine piece of goods, Jakie. JACK You bet it is. As soon as I found out that Tom Brady had imported these from Palestine, I said right away, I got to get one for my old man—my papa. [_The CANTOR does not move._] SARA [_At a loss for something to say_]. Tom Brady? JACK You never heard of Tom Brady? He makes the most beautiful costumes for the stage. CANTOR [_Slowly turning to_ JACK]. The stage? What do you mean, the stage? Theatre? Are you in the theatre business? JACK Sure, Papa. I’m an actor. Jack Robin—that’s me. CANTOR An actor! An actor in the theatre! You tell this to me—who comes from a family of five great Cantors! And after all my plans that you should be a Cantor, too! And now you take this singing that is holy to me and make it common! JACK What’s wrong with being an actor? I meet nice people—I make good money. CANTOR [_Furiously_]. Money, money, money! Pickpockets make money, too! JACK Aw, don’t say that—don’t talk like that. SARA Yosele, please! CANTOR If there must be actors, let there be, but not a son of mine. Not a Rabinowitz! Their work has been laid out for them by God. SARA [_Almost hysterically_]. Where are you going to act, Jakie? Downtown here? JACK No, Mama. I’m going to act uptown. In English.