70 year old Yankel Sapperstein makes an appointment to see his doctor.
“So how can I help you?” asks Doctor Levy.
“I was speaking to my pharmacist yesterday and he suggested I should ask you to change my prescription,” replies Yankel. “And he also suggests that you check the prescription you’ve given to Miss Jones.”
“That’s a bit of a chutzpah, don’t you think, Yankel?” says Doctor Levy. “Since when does a pharmacist query a qualified doctor’s diagnosis?”
“Since he discovered that I’ve been on birth control pills for the last two months,” replies Yankel.
The answer is simple: “Me.”
“That is great,” he thought! When he returns to Chelm he gathers his friends and family and challenges them with the riddle. Who is my father’s son, but isn’t my brother? They give up. “It is the shamash of Warsaw!” he proclaims grinning at the brilliance.
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A Jewish immigrant arrives by ship to New York City from Europe. The immigration inspector at Ellis Island asks him his first and last name, age, and national origin. Because of all the suffering he went through in his native land, when inspector asks him what religion he belongs to, the Jew is very uncomfortable and hesitates before answering.
Finally he lifts his head, on top of which is his peasant hat and he responds with questionable pride, “I am Christian!”
To that, the immigration inspector answers him with a question, “Christian Ashkenazi or Christian Sephardi?”