Daddy, some day when I have my
own farm, no Jew will enter my house.
Little Paul is frightfully shocked.
His eyes sparkle with anger. What a mean Jew!
he says. Then he is silent awhile. Full of loathing,
he looks at the Jew. He would like best to break
the water jug on the creature's head. But what
could the little fellow do! That would not help
his neighbour.
Father, when I am grown up and have
a farm of my own, I will always think of our neighbor.
And no Jew shall ever enter my house. I will write
on the door: Jews prohibited! And if a
Jew were to come in, I would at once throw him
out!
The father nods:
Right, Paul! One should have nothing
to do with a Jew. The Jew will always cheat us.
The Jew will take from us all we possess. Every
peasant must make a note of that!
Yes, says little Paul, and I will
always think of the saying that teacher has taught
us at school:
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The peasant prays to the German God:
Oh, keep the hail from us,
Protect us from lightning and flood,
Then we shall have again good harvest.
But worse than these plagues,
Never forget, is the Jews!
Be warned: Look out
For the bloodthirsty Jew!
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