A Rabbi is walking slowly out of a Shul in New York when a gust of wind blows his hat down the street. He's an old man with a cane and can't walk fast enough to catch his hat. Across the street a man sees what has happened and rushes over to grab the hat and returns it to the Rabbi. “I don't think I would have been able to catch my hat.” the Rabbi says. “Thank you very much.” The Rabbi places his hand on his shoulder and says， “May God bless you.”
The young man thinks to himself， “I've been blessed by the Rabbi， this must be my lucky day！” So he goes to the Racetrack and in the first race he sees there is a horse named Stetson at 20 to 1. He bets $50 and sure enough the horse comes in first. In the second race he sees a horse named Fedora at 30 to 1 so he bets it all and this horse comes in first also.
Finally at the end of the day he returns home to his wife who asks him where he's been. He explains how he caught the Rabbis hat and was blessed by him and the went to the track and started winning on horses that had a hat in their names. “So where's the money，” she says？
“I lost it all in the ninth race. I bet on a horse named Chateau and it lost.”
“You fool， Chateau is a house， Chapeau is a hat.”
“It doesn't matter，” he said， “the winner was some Japanese horse named Yarmuka.”