A rabbi, walking down the street in NY, sees a sign.
Moishe Teitelbaum Chinese Laundry.
Puzzled, he goes inside. An old Chinese man stands behind the counter.
"Do you own this laundry?" the rabbi asks. Yes.
"And your name is Moishe Teitelbaum?" Yes.
"If you don't mind my asking, how did you come by such a name?"
"When I came through Ellis Island, the man before me said his name was Moishe Teitelbaum.