Sal and Al were sitting in a Filipino restaurant. "Sal," asked
Al, "are there any Jews in the Philippines?" "I don't know," Sal
replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?" When the waiter came by, Al
asked him, "Are there any Filipino Jews?"
"I don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied, and he went into
the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and said, "No, sir. No
Filipino Jews.
"Are you sure?" Al asked. "I will check again, sir." the waiter
replied and went back to the kitchen.
While he was still gone, Sal said, "I cannot believe there are no
Jews in the Philippines. Our people are scattered everywhere."
When the waiter returned he said, "Sir, no Filipino Jews." "Are you
really sure?" Al asked again. "I cannot believe there are no Filipino
Jews."
"Sir, I ask everyone," the waiter replied exasperated. "We have
orange Jews, prune Jews, tomato Jews and grape Jews, but no one ever
hear of Filipino Jews!" Could that be Mago Jews, maybe?