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In a low doorway, beneath a sign which advertised his saloon in three languages, Hebrew, German, and wretched phonetic Mauschel, stood the Polish keeper, bawling out for the benefit of his countrymen the arrival of fresh vodka from the Vistula.
Since the "_hep hep_" riots and the _Judenkrawall_, the Hamburg Ghetto gates had been closed and the quarter shut off from supplies. This morning they were open again, and noise and excitement followed.