In the present days of
troubles, catarrh and briberies,
wives don’t know what to put in the pot;
there’s no dwelling, we live in a crowd —
so, why, just now, cheers for Shtreng so loud?
It couldn’t have been at any old time
than now, when leaky boots are full of grime?
And why, suddenly, did you
to call me up as kin to the bride?
The answer to that is so very clear —
you must, on Wednesday, show up right here,
because how many times did you hold your sides, roaring,
when Shtreng, from afar, was hardly boring?
And the jokes that he told, as they reached your ears,
didn’t they have you laughing ’til tears?
A ditty of his, or a little dance,
had you melting in joy, as if in a trance.
Therefore you must attend Shtreng’s fest,
his jubilee, as an honored guest.
No matter whether you bring him a gift,
at least wish
— give his spirit a lift.
You must share
this festival with all of us here
and spread the word to friends far and near.
[English: ©2018 Hershl Hartman]
On 3 August 1928 S. passed
away in Vienna in the Rothschild Hospital, and was
brought to his eternal rest in the [Vienna] Central
Sh. E. from
Judah Bleich, Paul Breitman and Julius Gutman.
[--] -- "Yudish
teater," Vienna, I, 1927.
Joseph Grob --
Der toyter komiker, "Der morgn," Lemberg, 25
B. Palepade -- "Zikhrones,"
Buenos Aires, 1946, pp. 156, 173, 252.