A lovely young Jewish girl was employed by a clothing firm in New
She and her widowed mother shared the same ambition: marriage to a
wealthy man. One day she returned from work, eyes red from crying.
As soon as she entered the apartment she called, "MAMA, I'm pregnant!
Don't get excited. The father is my boss." She began to sob uncontrollably
while her mother tried to console her. The next morning, the mother
charged into the office of the boss. "YOU," she shouted, "What's
going to be?"
The elegantly attired man, handsome and unmarried and in his mid
thirties, held up his hand: "Please take a seat, Mrs. Horowitz. I'm
making all the arrangements. Your daughter will have the best doctor
money can buy before the baby is born. She'll be in the best hospital.
And afterward, I am arranging for a trust fund for her where she will
receive a check for twenty five hundred dollars a week." The mother was
taken aback and thought for a moment.
"Tell me," she said, "God forbid, she should have a miscarriage,
will you give her another chance?"