The Sages of Chelm
How clever they are!
Sages? Chelm, a real
Polish town, was in Jewish folklore inhabited by fools whose antics kept Jews
amused for generations. When presented with some difficulty these
"sages" of Chelm think, they think some more, and they cook up the
dumbest solution imaginable. How unlike Jews these Chelmites seem: an entire
town of bumblers, not so much the People of the Book but the People of the
Ridiculous Proposition. Read on and see how they make life ridiculous for
themselves. The following selections are reprinted with permission from the Encyclopedia
of Jewish Humor, compiled and edited by Henry D. Spalding (Jonathan David Publishers).
It's the Pits
A group of citizens in the town of Chelm were busily engaged
in digging a foundation for the new synagogue, when a disturbing thought
occurred to one of the laborers.
"What are we going to do with all this earth we're
digging up?" he asked. "We certainly can't just leave it here where
our temple will be built."
There was a hubbub of excitement as the men rested on their
spades and pondered the question. Suggestions were made and just as quickly rejected.
Suddenly one of the Chelmites smiled and held his hand up
for silence. "I have the solution," he proclaimed. "We will make
a deep pit, and into it we'll shovel all this earth we're digging up for the
synagogue!"
A round of applause greeted this proposal, until another
Chelmite raised his voice in protest. "That won't work at all! What will
we do with the earth from the pit?"
There was a stunned silence as the men tried to cope with
this new problem, but the first Chelmite soon provided the answer.
"It is all very simple," he said. "We'll dig
another pit, and into that one we'll shovel all the earth we're digging now,
and all the earth we take out of the first pit. The only thing we must be
careful about is to make the second pit twice as large as the first one."
There was no arguing with this example of Chelmic wisdom,
and the workers returned to their digging.
Just out of Reach
Everyone in Chelm was scandalized: A thief had broken into
the synagogue and made off with the poorbox. The Council of Seven immediately
convened, and after some deliberation they arrived at a unanimous decision: A
new poorbox would be installed, but suspended close to the ceiling so that no
thief would ever be able to reach it.
But the moment the shammes [synagogue caretaker] heard
about the decision he raised a new problem. "It is true that the box will
be safe from thieves," he declared, "but it will also be out of reach
of the charitable."
The Council of Seven held another hurried meeting, and once
again the wisdom of Chelm prevailed. It was decreed that a stairway be built to
the poorbox so that the charitable might easily reach it.
The Ox Ate My Sermon
The maggid [preacher] of Chelm was returning home
from a neighboring village where he had just preached a sermon. On the way he
was overtaken by a farmer whose wagon was piled high with hay.
"May I offer you a ride?" asked the peasant
courteously.
"Thank you," replied the maggid, climbing aboard
the wagon. It was a warm, sunny day and soon the preacher fell fast asleep. But
when he arrived in Chelm he could not find his notebook, in which he kept his
themes and parables.
"I must have lost it in the hay!" cried the maggid,
greatly distressed. "Now some cow or goat or ass will eat it and become
familiar with all my best sermons!"
The next evening, at the synagogue, he strode to the bimah
[pulpit] and glared at the congregation.
"Fellow citizens of Chelm," he proclaimed, "I
have lost my notebook in a load of fodder. I want you to know that if some dumb
ox or ass ever comes to this town to preach, the sermon will be mine, not
his!"
Legally Friendly
The rabbi was deeply worried. For weeks no one had come to
him to judge a case and, being a poor man, he was desperately in need of the
fees usually paid for his services.
One day, as he was standing at his window, wondering when he
would get his next case, he saw Itzig the butcher and Shloime the baker in what
appeared to be a sharp dispute. As they passed by they were waving their arms
in emphatic gestures, and talking loudly and excitedly.
"Aha! A couple of litigants!" He threw open the
window and called to them, "Let me adjudicate your dispute."
"Dispute? Who's having a dispute?" answered Itzig.
"We were just having a friendly discussion,"
agreed Shloime.
"Fine!" replied the quick-thinking rabbi.
"Just step right into the house and, for a very small charge, I'll make
out a certificate that you have nothing against each other!"
Credit Where Credit Is Due
The melamed [schoolteacher] and the rabbi of Chelm
were in a coffee house where they were discussing the economy of the town and
how to improve it.
"There is one thing that depresses me," sighed the
melamed, "and that is the injustice accorded to the poor. The rich, who
have more money than they need, can buy on credit. But the poor, who haven't
two coins to knock together, have to pay cash for everything. Do you call that
fair?"
"I don't see how it could be any other way,"
answered the rabbi.
"But it's only common sense that it should be the other
way around," insisted the melamed. "The rich, who have money, should
pay cash and the poor should be able to buy on credit."
"I admire your idealistic nature," said the rabbi,
"but a merchant who extends credit to the poor instead of the rich will
soon become a poor man himself."
"So what?" retorted the melamed. "Then he'd
be able to buy on credit, too!"
The Fire
A fire broke out one night in the city of Chelm and all the
inhabitants rushed to the fiercely burning building to extinguish the blaze.
When the conflagration had been put out, the rabbi mounted a table and
addressed the citizens:
"My friends, this fire was a miracle sent from heaven
above."
There were murmurs of surprise in the crowd, and the rabbi
hastened to explain.
"Look at it this way," he said. "If it were
not for the bright flames, how would we have been able to see how to put the
fire out on such a dark night?"
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