Amerikai Magyar Szó, 1985. január-június (39. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)
1985-02-21 / 8. szám
Thursday. Fob. 21. 1985. AMERIKAI MAGYAR SZO 9. SPRINGTIME IN THE ^w*-~ WINTER OE OUR DISCONTENT LETTERS ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦»M♦♦♦♦ Dear Sir: As a subscriber of your newspaper, and as the Managing Editor of the English-language "Eighth Hungarian Tribe" magazine, the President and Executive Director of the Hungarian Eighth Tribe Foundation, and as the Public Relations Director of the United Hungarian-American Committee for the Restoration of the Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island, permit me to extend my best wishes for the success of your English-language supplement entitled: "Hungarian Mercury". Because earlier generations of Hungarians are either passing away, getting too old to bother, or have become so "Americanized" that they, no longer read Hungarian publications. the Hungarian community in America will eventually consist mainly of American-born Hungarians, who cannot read, write or speak Hungarian, yet are keenly interested in learning more about their "roots". This rapidly accelerating trend also indicates that, in time, those ifungarian weeklies, who refuse to see the "handwriting on the wall", will wither away on the vine and fade away into oblivion. For having foreseen this trend and eventuality. you are to be commended. Very truly yours, Paul Pulitzer Smile, Please! ORANGE PARK, Fla. (AP) According to students in Jim Mattson's English classes over the past four years, floods can be prevented by putting dames in the river, Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock and a horse divided against itself cannot stand. Mattson said he began keeping a list of student bloopers about four years ago when he was teaching in Exeter, N.H. and is updating the list with the help of his Orange Park High School students. "I don't think they really know what they've written," he said. Some of the classics include:- "The death of Francis Macomber was a turning point in his life."- "The difference between a king and a president is that a king is the son of his father, but a president isn't."- "A virgin forest is a place where the hand of man has never set foot." One of Mattson's favorites is "in 1957, Eugene O'Neill won the Pullet Surprise." "My generation has failed to stop the arms race but it's really the men who have failed. Now it's up to the women, and I believe they can do it."- Rear Admiral Gene La Rocque USN (Ret.) Director, Center for Defense Information- The Exhibition of Paintings by Rózsi Gartner Spring arrived early in the Bronx this year - at least in the imposing Forchheimer Art Gallery of the Albert Einstein College of Medicine.- The casual visitor entering this renowned edifice from the wintry scene of deep snow, biting cold and frost, was bound to be dazzled when confronted by a veritable flower garden. Visions of Monet's luminous gardens at Giverny, or perhaps Van Gogh's beloved Provence with its flower-sprinkled fields, seem to surround the amazed visitor. Flowers, flowers everywhere - numberless paintings of lilacs, roses, tulips and lilies smile at you from every wall. The artist paints in light, bright colors, and one senses the great tenderness which she feels for the flowers, she brings to her canvas. These paintings, creations of one of our dearest friends, Rózsi Gartner, have been summoned from the many homes where heretofore they were treasured. They are now on loan and being exhibited at the Forchheimer Gallery. Our own Rose, Rózsi Gartner, was in love with flowers from her early childhood in Mihályfalva, Hungary. Her family moved to Budapest when she was 15 years old. There she attended the Prater Utca Girl's Gymnasium. She wanted to enter medical school, but the Numerus Clausus was in effect and she was denied entry. She came to America in 1922, went to Cooper Union, the Fashion Institute of Technology, Rózsi Gartner: Flowers and butterfly and Hunter College in New York. She has worked as a designer for various firms in the garment industry. Since her retirement, she has devoted herself to painting. The priceless treasure that Rozsi's paintings represent - and they are literally priceless because she never places a price on and seldom sells any of her works - is a glorious monument to the potential inherent in every human being when one is granted the opportunity to develop it. Rózsi was a working woman all of her adult life. She brought up children, a daughter and a son, of whom she could be as proud as the mother of the Gracchi was of her children in ancient Rome. And this working woman this heroic working woman after her day's labors were over, would sit down in the still of the night in front of a vase of flowers and bring to her canvas the vitality and beauty of the still life before her. She never sought fame or fortune. She just loves flowers and she loves to paint them. The readers of the Hungarian Word and the Hungarian Mercury are very proud of Rózsi and we wish her many more years of artistic productivity which gives joy to so many of her friends. The exhibition will continue until February 22, at the Forchheimer Gallery, at 1300 Morris Park Avenue, Bronx, New York. Admission is free. Hours are from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. daily. Zoltán Deák
