"Excuse me," she said to the manager.  "My name is Mrs. Goldstein,
and I'd like a small room for two weeks."

"I'm awfully sorry," he replied, "but all of our rooms are occupied."
Just as he said that, a man came down and checked out.

"What luck," said Mrs. Goldstein.  "Now there's a room."

"Not so fast, Madam.  I'm sorry, but this hotel is restricted.
No Jews allowed."

"Jewish?  Who's Jewish?  I happen to be Catholic."

"I find that hard to believe.  Let me ask you, who was the Son of
God?"

"Jesus, Son of Mary."

"Where was he born?"

"In a stable."

"And why was he born in a stable?"

"Because...
a schmuck like you wouldn't let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!"