I thought they might stick by me." "But you," I retorted impatiently, "are not a Jew!" "I am not," said Talbot, "but I've often SAID I was.

It's helped--lots of times.

If I'd told you my name was Cohen, or Selinsky, or Meyer, instead of Craig Talbot, YOU'D have thought I was a Jew." He smiled and turned his face toward me.

As though furnishing a description for the police, he began to enumerate: "Hair, dark and curly; eyes, poppy; lips, full; nose, Roman or Hebraic, according to taste.

Do you see ?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"But it didn't work," he concluded.