Harry Goldberg has been elected the next president of the United States — the first Jewish boy to reach the White House. He is very proud and phones his mother in New York to invite her to the inauguration.
Harry: Momma, guess what! I’ve just been elected president. Won’t you come to my inauguration?
Mother: Harry! You know I hate trains. I can’t face the journey all the way to Washington. Maybe next time.
Harry: Momma! The President’s mother is not going to take the train! Air Force One will pick you up. The journey will be over in 30 minutes. Come to my inauguration, please…
Mother: Harry, I hate hotels. The non-kosher food! Nahh, maybe next time.
Harry: Momma!! You will stay in the White House, a kosher chef to yourself. Please come.
Mother: Harry! I have nothing to wear!
Harry: I have someone on his way to take you to Macy’s and Bloomingdale’s to make you look perfect. You must come!!
Mother: Okay, okay, I suppose I will come.
When Inauguration day comes, the President’s mother is seated in the front row, next to the Secretary of State. Harry is called up to be sworn in as the next President of the United States. His mother digs the Secretary of State in the ribs and says, “Hey, you see that boy Harry? His brother is a very successful doctor!”