‘hobo King’ Hits Trail, Bobs Up in Sub-zero Clime of Canada

Joseph Leon ben-Morris Lazar Cohen-Siegel Lazarowitz, erstwhile king of the hobos, is hibernating in — of all places—Northern Saskatchewan.

After a brief interlude of honest toil in his father’s Brooklyn dress factory, the ex-king became tired of the sedentary life and decided to wend his way toward the balmy Southland to escape the rigors of a New York Winter.

His compass and his astronomical eye played him false, however, and before he could say his own full name he #ound himself in the #astness of a Canadian settlement, where it’s so cold that when people talk to each other outdoors their conversation freezes into crystal-like blocks, which are then carried into the house, allowed to thaw and run off like phonograph records.

PENS US A “DISPATCH”

To prove that the chill Saskatchewan air has not affected his warm regard for his friends here, this proud remnant of a vanishing royalty borrows a somewhat sputtery fountain pen and sends forth a news dispatch, date-lined “Eden-bridge, Sask.: Special to the Jewish Daily Bulletin.”

“Up here in Northern Saskatchewan in the thick bush country,” he writes, “is a Jewish district known as the Edenbridge

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