The presents had began to reach on Saturday morning on the Simon residence. They have been piling up on the very second when Leo on the synagogue was assuming the obligations of Jew and American. They got here from pals, from kinfolk, and from those that felt it good enterprise to favor the son of a buyer. So when Leo and his grandparents arrived residence they discovered pyramids of containers. Leo acknowledged most of the names of the individuals who had despatched presents. They have been names he had seen on the envelopes of the invitation playing cards. Once more he didn’t perceive why the individuals who had apparently thought nicely sufficient of him to ship presents had not thought it obligatory to look on the synagogue to listen to him promise to be Jew.
Sunday arrived. That proved to be the day of unex-pected experiences for Leo. A goodly quantity dropped in in the course of the afternoon. They congratulated Leo and his dad and mom and departed. However some stayed on and gathered within the room that had been arrange as a bar for the event. Some took to tables and performed playing cards.
It was within the night that the crowds actually arrived, and that meant extra presents. Leo was in a turmoil attempting to maintain monitor of the ties, fountain pens, and shirts that poured in.
Quickly the bar turned the middle of attraction. Leo was amazed to see how repeatedly the company poured the drinks down their throats, even the ladies.
Within the midst of the noise and confusion he obtained an pressing want to see his grandparents, who have been by this time quietly sitting of their room. They have been completely happy to see him and for Leo their very presence was reassuring. However then he heard his father name and he rushed again into the crowded lounge.
“Come on, Leo,” his father commanded. Give your Bar Mitzvah speech for our good pals.”
“However Pa,” the Bar Mitzvah pleaded, “my speech is for a synagogue, for the home of God. .
“Come on, come on,” Mr. Simon insisted; I spent sufficient in your classes.”
“Might the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob bless our congregation,” the Bar Mitzvah started.
“I’ll have one other cocktail, please,” got here a fema e voice from the bar.
“Oh, Father in Heaven, I pray unto thee for my dad and mom and grandparents,” pleaded the Bar Mitzvah “Hey, Max, how about some extra Scotch? Demanded one of many company.