A Visit to S’de Boker:On the Israeli Frontier by Julius Horwitz I WAS restless at S'de Boker. It was March, 1955. A sandstorm had blurred the sky. The sun shone like…
The Generations of Man A Story by Julius Horwitz THE building stood, crumbling at its sides, rooted by iron spikes and oak beams, the red paint chipped, peeling, covering…
New York, 1950:Unofficial Notes of a Census-Taker by Julius Horwitz The first doorbell I rang was answered by an old widowed Negro woman who lived alone on the top floor…