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Little Moishie Handlesman watched, fascinated, as his mother gently rubbed cold cream on her face.
"Why are you rubbing cold cream on you face, Ima?" he asked.
"To make myself beautiful," said his mother.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Handlesman began removing the cream with a tissue.
"What's the matter?" Moishe asked. "Are you giving up?"