rock free, knew the ladies had stood up, and decided to go out there and say howdy.
Just as I was about to open the screen door, I heard the preacherâs wife say, âI didnât get to the watermelon cuttinâ. Did you? Did you meet the new teachers?â She lowered her voice to a whisper. âThey say one ofâm is real foreign-lookinâ.â
âThatâs Miss Klein,â Miss Alice Ann whispered back.
âC-L-I-N-E?â Miss Jones whispered. âThatâs an Irish name. We donât need any Irish Catholics in Progressive City.â
âHit ainât spelt C-L-I-N-E. Hitâs spelt K-L-E-I-N.â
I heard them sink back down into the rockers.
âMust be sheâs a Jew girl.â
âSh-h-h, Miz Jones. Might be sheâs to home.â
âOnly Jew we ever had here was Mr. Izzie Lieberman, who had the furniture store,â Mrs. Jones whispered. âThey say he drank hot tea out of a tall glass. But everybody liked him.â
âMiss Klein ainât no Jewess. She went to the Methodist church with Miss Love Sunday.â
âWell, she must be some kind of hyphenated American,â said the preacherâs wife.
âWhat you mean, hyphânated?â
âOh, thereâs Irish-Americans and German-Americans, and British-Americans, and I-talian-Americans andâwell, hyphenated is what the politicians call all those.â
The chairs commenced rocking.
âWonder why we donât say Indian-Americans instead of American Indians,â Miss Alice Ann mused. âMaybe because they got here first. What are we, Miz Jones? American-Americans?â
âThink, Miss Alice Ann. The hyphenateds arenât us. Theyâre the immigrants. Like those Irish Catholics. They came over to this country starvinâ. A potato famine droveâm here, and they ought to be thankinâ the hands that fed them. But no, theyâre sidinâ with the Kaiser in the war.â
âWhy come?â
âCause Ireland hates England. Always has. I read how up North a Irish-American will get yellow paint slapped on their house if they donât buy Liberty Bonds. German-Americans too, of course. I can see why German-Americans are pro-testinâ us gettinâ in the warâafter all, weâre fightinâ their brothers and cousins. Still, if Miss Kleinâs got kinfolks in the German Army, it donât make sense to pay her forty dollars a month to teach school in Progressive City. Not with our boys over there in France gettinâ gassed by the Kaiser and dyinâ and all.â
For a minute or two neither lady spoke. Then Miss Alice Ann said, âIâm thinkinâ on Mr. Izzie. Wonderinâ why he went back to Germany.â
âThey say he went back to get marrit.â
âWonder is he fightinâ in the Kaiserâs army?â
âI doubt it. The Kaiser donât like Jews.â
âYou know, Miz Jones, ever since Mr. Izzie left to go back to Germany, they ainât been any dark-skinned white folks in this townânot lessân you count that Armenian in the graveyard. Remember him? Come here sellinâ per-fume soap and died on us, and werenât nothinâ to do but bury him?â
âLaw, Iâd clean forgot about him!â exclaimed Mrs. Jones. âRemember the big fuss about whether he ought to be buried in the cemetery? Somebody had heard that Armenians are Christians, but nobody knew for certain.â
Miss Alice Ann sighed. âLeGrand Tribble donated his extra lot, remember? Said werenât nobody left in his famâly to put there, or to get mad at him for invitinâ a stranger in, either one. And Brother Jones sure give that man a nice graveside ceremony, Miz Jones.â
âHe thought it was the right thing. I mean in case he was a Christian.â
âMr. Boozer said the reason all us ladies insisted on it, we liked his soap and he had them foreign
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