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Wasserman, as the president of the temple and chairman of the board, sat at the teacher’s desk. The rest, fifteen of them, had squeezed themselves into the pupils’ seats, their legs stretched out uncomfortably in the aisles. A few in back were sitting on the desks themselves, their feet on the chairs in front. Except for Wasserman, the beard was composed of younger men, half still in their thirties and the rest in their forties and early fifties. Wasserman was dressed in a lightweight business suit, but the others wore the conventional costume in Barnard’s Crossing for a warm Sunday in June – slacks, sport shirts, and jackets or golf sweaters.
    Through the open windows came the roar of a power lawn mower operated by Stanley, the janitor. Through the open door came the shrill chanting of the children in the assembly down the hall. There was little formality to the proceedings, members speaking whenever they felt like it, and more often than not, as now, several at once.
    The chairman rapped on the desk with a ruler. “Gentlemen, one at a time. Now what were you saying, Joe?”
    “What I was trying to say is that I don’t see how we can transact business in all this noise. And I don’t see why we don’t use the small sanctuary for our regular meetings.”
    “Out of order,” called another voice. “That’s Good and Welfare.”
    “Why am I out of order?” demanded Joe belligerently. “All right, I’ll make a motion that all meetings be conducted in the small sanctuary from now on. That’s New Business.”
    “Gentlemen, gentlemen. As long as I’m chairman, anyone who has something important to say can say it any time. Our meetings aren’t so complicated that we can’t go out of order occasionally. The secretary can always set it right in his minutes. The only reason we aren’t using the sanctuary, Joe, is that there’s no place for the secretary to write on. However, if the members feel that a classroom like this is not a good place for a meeting, we could have Stanley set up a table in the sanctuary.”
    “That brings up another point, Jacob. How about Stanley? I don’t think it looks right to our Gentile neighbors for him to be out working in plain sight on Sunday, especially since he’s a Gentile and it’s his holiday as much as theirs.”
    “What do you suppose they do on a Sunday? You walk along Vine Street and you’ll see practically every one of them put cutting the lawn, trimming the hedge, or maybe painting their boat.”
    “Still, Joe has a good point there,” said Wasserman. “Of course, if Stanley objected we certainly wouldn’t insist. He’s got to work here Sundays because of the school, but maybe it would be better if he kept inside. On the other hand, nobody tells him to work outside. In that respect, he’s his own boss. He can arrange his work any way he wants. He’s outside now because he wants to be.”
    “Yeah, but it doesn’t look right.”
    “Well, it’s only for a couple more weeks,” said Wasserman. “During the summer, he has Sundays off.” He hesitated and glanced at the clock at the back of the room. “That brings up a matter I’d like to talk about for a minute. We’ve got a couple of more meetings before we adjourn for the summer, but I think we ought to consider the rabbi’s contract.”
    “What about it, Jacob? It runs through the High Holidays, doesn’t it?”
    “That’s true, it does. That’s the way rabbis’ contracts are always written, so that the temple always has a rabbi for the holiday services. Which is why it’s customary to consider the new contract at this time of year. Then if the congregation decides they want to make a change, they have a chance to look around for a new rabbi. And if the rabbi wants to make a change, it gives him a chance to line up a new congregation. I think it might be a good idea if we voted right now to extend our rabbi’s contract for another year, and send him a letter to that effect.”
    “Why? Is he