No Mistake
During World War II, Mrs. Anderson decided to celebrate Thanksgiving by having several soldiers in as guests. She called the neighboring army base, was connected with one of the first sergeants, and asked that three soldiers be sent to her house the following Thursday.
“And Sergeant,” she added, “I do not wish any of them to be Jewish.”
“I understand, ma’am,” said the sergeant.
Came Thursday and on Mrs. Anderson’s doorstep stood three fine looking black soldiers in spotless uniforms. “We’re here for Thanksgiving, ma’am,” said one of the soldiers politely.
Mrs. Anderson, eyes wide, sputtered, “But—but—but—your sergeant must have made a mistake.”
“No, ma’am,” said the black positively, “Sergeant Cohen doesn’t make mistakes.”