Baron Rothschild was visited by a schnorrer who looked sturdy enough to be employed in a more productive profession.
”How is it,” he asked, “that a healthy young man like you has become a schnorrer? Isn’t there anything else you can do but beg?”
“No Baron, I can’t do anything else.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do anything else?”
”Well, you see I’m a schlemiel.”
“But there must be something that you can do!”
”I can play music.”
”Oh, you can play music? And what instrument do you play?”
”What instrument? The trombone.”
The Baron rang the bell and a servant appeared.
”James,” he said, "fetch me my trombone.”
“You see,” said the schorrer, when the servant had disappeared, “I told you I am schlemiel. I said I could play the trombone and you call and just happen to have one.”
-Friday Nite Book
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