In Brooklyn, at Beth Hakneses Anshei Bialystok Synagog, 500 guests in cloaks and suits had assembled to witness the marriage of one Ann Shapiro to one Harry Levy. At 6 p. m., the bride uttered a scream. She had forgotten the marriage license. A wedding guest, dispatched for it, was stopped by a traffic policeman. At 3 p. m., the limp guests stood up, rejoicing that Cantor J. Briah had begun the ceremony. Came a stern, interrupting voice—that of the cantor of the synagog, one A. Gartenhaus. He forbade the function to proceed...
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