Rav Nosson Zvi Finkel, the Alter of Slabodka


Entering R’ Nosson Zvi’s house, a tamid removed his hat, and placed it, brim down, on the table.  R’ Nosson Zvi scolded him, saying, “The brim of the hat is wet from perspiration.  How can you soil the tablecloth with it?  This is considered doing damage.”


From Sparks of Mussar by R Chaim Ephraim Zaitchik