The matchmaker approached Sadie and told her he had a husband for her.
"I'm ashamed to bring this up," he said, "but the man wants to be sure
you are compatible in bed. He wants, he says, a sample."
Sadie was shocked. "Such a thing you ask a Jewish, virtuous woman? Such
a crude person would suggest such a thing? He must be a barnyard animal,
no gentleman for sure. "
The matchmaker, still trying to earn her fee, said,"Sadie, I think maybe
he's a pragmatic man. He's a real mensch, to him it's no big deal... a
sample, a wee little sample, a little foretaste of banquets to come."
Sadie thought a minute. "A pragmatic man, is he? Pragmatic? A mensch you
call this tester-man? Ok, Yetta, go. Go to the mensch, you go, tell him I don't
give no samples to no mensch. But, tell Mr. Samples, on the other hand, to show
my appreciation for such kind interest in the match, I will give 50 references."