Dedicated in blessed memory of Richard Allen Julis
who made us laugh and made us better Jews.

Little Moishie watched, fascinated, as his mother gently rubbed cream on her face.
"Mommy, why are you rubbing that on your face?" he asked.
"To help make myself beautiful," said his mother.
A few minutes later, she began removing the cream with a tissue.
"What's the matter?" Moishie asked. "Are you giving up?"