“Teacher, I ain’t got no pencils,” says little Tom.
The teacher corrects him immediately saying, "The correct way to say it is, I don’t have any pencils, he doesn’t have any pencils, or they don’t have any pencils.' Do you understand?"
"What happened to all the pencils?”
At the Henry Street Hebrew School, Goldplate, the new teacher, finished the day's lesson. It was now time for the usual question period.
"Mr. Goldplate," announced little Joey, "there's something' I can't figure out."
"What is that Joey?" asked Goldplate.
"Well according to the Bible, the Children of Israel crossed the Red Sea, right?"
"And the Children of Israel beat up the Philistines, right?"
"And the Children of Israel built the Temple, right?"
"Again you are right."
"And the Children of Israel fought the Egyptians, and the Children of Israel fought the Romans, and the Children of Israel were always doing something' important, right?"
"All that is right, too," agreed Goldplate. "So what is your question?"
"What I want to know is this," demanded Joey. "What were all the grownups doing?”