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tions of its managers.

If we are making it our business to put an end to Jewish suffering and terrorizing, and to make the word Jew synonymous with the best traditions of free manhood, I among others must continue to cry aloud that despite preachments of any kind the facts continue to speak for themselves.

I cannot help but look again at these 318 sweet-faced boys and girls who are wandering around the Mediterranean without a country, who have fought the bitter battle with a true heroic spirit, and have found the gates of Zion closed to them.

What are the thoughts of these unhappy creatures when they see the promised land on hand, and some stuffed shirt in uniform refuse them even a pleasure which they might treasure in their memories, that of setting foot on free Jewish soil, if for only a fleeting moment?

May I bring this entire situation to the attention of Mr. Morris Rothenberg, president of the Zionist Organization of America? May I call to his attention that the British grandiloquence in allowing some 1,500 certificates a month for Palestine is not an action but merely a gesture; that it requires no praise, and that a man who loves his people might even consider risking retention of his flattering official position in the Zionist movement by tearing into these smug, well-fed, complacent British in a manner that will ring around the world?

Mr. Rothenberg might ask if it is true that 65,000 Arabs from the great surrounding territories of Arabia have walked unmolested into the country during the past year in order to get the jobs which Jewish sacrifice and courage have created for the rescue of pogrom-ridden Jews of the world. I ask of him that he engrave the tearful faces of these 318 wandering children on his heart before he arises again to speak.