The above phrase book my father purchased before his trip to Israel in the 1950s.
The creators of the book assumed the traveler would need to find a pharmacy, buy theatre tickets, check baggage --in Yiddish!
In the 1950s, with a million immigrents from Europe, Yiddish was Israel's lingua franca for a time. I suppose it was possible to live a fine life in that language.
I have no direct experience with Yiddish, other than I've heard it spoken by Hasidic types in various parts of the world, including Israel.
|Think of the merriment one would cause asking to play foosball instead of football!|