Mrs. Yetta Rosenberg gets off the plane in Miami and, being tired from the flight, goes to the first hotel she sees in order to get a room.
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>> She walks up to the desk and tells the clerk, “I’m Mrs. Yetta Rosenberg, and I desire a room for the night.”
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>> The clerk looks disdainfully at her and coldly says, “I’m sorry, madam, but our hotel is completely booked.”
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>> Just then, a man with his suitcase in hand, drops is key and a check at the desk and heads for the door.
>> “Oy, vot luck,” says Mrs. Rosenberg. “I can take ‘his’ room.”
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>> “I’m sorry, madam,” says the clerk, “but I thought you understood my meaning. To be blunt, we do not cater to Jews.”
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>> “Jews?” exclaims Mrs. Rosenberg. “So, who’s a Jew? I’m a Cat’lic.”
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>> In obvious disbelief, the clerk asks her, “If you’re a Catholic, then answer this question: “Who is the Son of God?”
>> “Det’s easy,” says Mrs. Rosenberg, “Jesus Christ.”
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>> The clerk, still not convinced, then asks, “Who was Jesus’ mother and father?”
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>> “Mary and Joseph.” replies Mrs. Rosenberg, testily.
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>> Then the clerk asks, “And where was Jesus born?”
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>> “In Bethlehem in a manger in a barn,” answers Mrs. Rosenberg becoming agitated.
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>> “And why was Jesus born in a manger in a barn?” asks the clerk.
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>> “Cause a schmuck like you vouldn’t rent a room to Je
