sional etiquette to interfere while another physician was in attendance — but they pleaded with him that the doctor was not available and that it was a matter of life and death, and etiquette was not to be considered in such a case. Dr. Marmorek went to the bedside of the patient who was struggling for life,—and injected his serum and repeated it several times. The patient finally recovered. A mother is always kind and sensible to kindnesses shown her children and especially in this case where the life of a daughter was saved. To show her appreciation she gave a testimonial banquet to Dr. Marmorek. Some time later Dr. Marmorek learned that the Marquis had expressed himself that he was very sorry that his daughter owed her life to a Jew.
In 1898 when the plague broke out in Vienna, Dr. Marmorek was commissioned by the Pasteur Institute of Paris to go down to Vienna and take charge of the situation and immunize all those who attended on the plague stricken persons. His unselfish devotion to his noble task won for
him the praise of his colleagues and of the public in general and before he left Vienna he was decorated by the Emperor of Austria with the Order of Knight of Francis-Joseph, and later when he returned to Paris he was decorated by the French government and made “Chevalier de la Légion d’Honneur” for his gallant conduct in connection with the plague and especially for his work at the Pasteur Institute.
The illustration.on page 192 represents Dr. Marmorek in his private laboratory at the Pasteur Institute where he spends most of his time. He is one of the most assiduous workers at the Institute, but he always finds a little time to talk Zionism. Dr. Marmorek speaks and reads English fairly well. He is very much interested in the doings of America, and it is surprising how well he is versed in our political and educational institutions. He is president of the recently formed Federation of French Zionists.
GEORGE RUBIN.
The Chazan and his Voice
THE Klamoniker Chazan was folding his praying shawl after the morning service and humming a tune. Coming to its conclusion, he intended to scale to an octave higher, then descend and again up the octave. But this musical feat was unaccountably strangled in his throat. He glanced about him, frightened; but no one was in the Schul at the time but Old Enoch, who was deaf and dumb.
On his way home, with his Talith and Tephilin under his arm, the echo of the unsuccessful note rang in his ears. He muttered, "Such an accident has never happened to me before!" Then he recalled that about two weeks before, on a Sabbath too, this same incapacity had overcome him, and then he was standing at the reading table surrounded by his choristers. Luckily for him, no one noticed the discord. At any rate, his basso did not remark it. The recollection of the misfortune of two weeks ago and of this day's failure, lay like a heavy stone on the Chazan's heart, and he felt like trying the unlucky note again, but the street was crowded with people, and he controlled himself, thinking of attempting it at home. He walked very briskly, as if he were being pursued.
He entered his home very quietly, disposed of his Talith and Tephilin, and without a greeting to his wife, betook himself to practising the scales.
His wife remonstrated : "Did you ever ! The day is too short for him; is it not enough that your voice screeches in one's ears all day long !"
The Chazan was terrified, and his eyes blinked:
"What do you mean : it screeches? What do you mean—it screeches?" His look was full of anxiety and it seemed to say : "Have mercy; even if it does screech, don't say so; if you say so, there is the end of my life!"
But his wife was too much taken up with her cooking to sympathize and understand what was wrong with him, so she repeated : "Certainly it screeches, what else? Do you suppose I am getting deaf? Of course, if you sing with your assistants I must bear it; but now, alone, what?"
The Chazan turned as white as chalk and stammered : "Kronah, what is it ? are you crazy—what do you say?"
"What is the matter with you to-day?" Kronah exclaimed impatiently. "Enough of this foolishness; go wash yourself for breakfast!"