The Bulletin’s Day Book

What Hitler has meant in one respect to Palestine, may be gleaned from a series of announcement cards in the Palestine Post, of Jerusalem. From issues that have just reached this country we learn that Dr. Rudolf Meyer, formerly a specialist of the Frankfort-am-Main Red Cross, now resides in Haifa and will shortly open a maternity home on Mt. Carmel. Dr. Malli Spighel and Dr. A. Spighel, after fourteen years of practice in Dessau, are now available for consultations in Jerusalem. Dr. Ludwig Gluskinos, after twenty-five years of practice in Munich, has opened an office in Tel Aviv.

Do these sound familiar? “The Sign of the Cross,” “Dr. X.” “Central Airport,” “The Song of Songs.” Well, they were all part of the theatrical bill of fare for one week in Palestine. At Eden Hall, in Jerusalem, “Money Talks,” described as a “highly entertaining comedy with an outstanding Jewish cast starring Julian Rose (Levinsky) and Kid Berg, the Jewish-British boxing champion,” was the main fare, and at Zion Hall, chalutzim and chalutza were offered Tim McCoy “in a terrific thriller, tearing headlong into exciting adventure” in a quietly named production. “Daring Danger.”

One more Palestine note. “Hebrew-Speaking Citizen” indignantly protests in the public press that “misguided enthusiasm for the Hebraisation of this city (Tel Aviv)” has resulted in “certain irresponsible persons” throwing stones at plate glass windows of shops whose proprietors have not had the patriotism to have their lettering done in Hebrew.

It was recently reported that Dr. Frick, the earnest Nazi race theoretician and Minister of the Interior, had visited Palestine. First reports described his visit as an Easter pilgrimage. Subsequently, it was revealed that he was honeymooning and visited the Holy Land while on a cruise. Then, it became known that Dr. Frick had despatched postcards (probably scenic views to his friends in Berlin).

We wonder: did he send postcards to his “non-Aryan” acquaintances with the time-worn line “Wish you were here?”

The Steuben Society which, in theory at least, perpetuates the liberal ideals of the great Revolutionary War hero, has appropriately enough selected a liner bearing the name of a Jew, Albert Ballin, for an anniversary affair at which speakers “of ability and reknown” will warn against the anti-Nazi boycott as a two-edged weapon. Admission will be only for those who have made reservations in advance and reservations will be made only for accredited members of the organization or other recognized bodies.

The embarrassment of the Steuben Society in having to use a liner bearing the name of a Jew must be laid squarely to procrastinating Nazi coordinators who, in over a year, have not yet taken the necessary measures so that the liner would no longer be the Albert Ballin, but would honor some real Nazi, Aryan, German patriot as Alfred Rosenberg. This, it is to be supposed, can be expected any day.