It is an old custom amongst Jewish children, to become war-like on the 'L'ag Beomer.' They arm themselves from head to foot with wooden swords, pop-guns and bows and arrows. They take food with them, and go off to wage war.
When have you ever heard of a cantor or any artist turning anyone down when he is strongly urged to perform?
The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
When the heart is full, the eyes overflow.
To go to the synagogue with one's father on the Passover eve - is there in the world a greater pleasure than that? What is it worth to be dressed in new clothes from head to foot, and to show off before one's friends? Then the prayers themselves - the first Festival evening prayer and blessing.
