The Eighth Tribe, 1976 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1976-04-01 / 4. szám
Page 2 THE EIGHTH TRIBE April, 1976 WHAT IS THE EIGHTH TRIBE? The Hungarian Nation when entering the Carpathian Basin in the 9th century A.D. was composed of seven Magyar tribes of Scythian origin. Many hundreds years later some of the people left Hungary for a newly discovered land — and this segment became the Eighth Tribe. To those who were born in this land, speaking or not the Hungarian language, Reformed, Lutheran, Catholic or any other faith, even if only a trace of Hungarian origin in them, to these this Magazine is dedicated. There are many social activities pursued by today’s generation to further or keep up some of the Hungarian customs in their own respective areas. We would like to bring all these to our readers, so they know what is happening in Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Detroit, Chicago, New York, Florida and California or wherever it may he. Send us pictures and descriptions of your groups. There are many of the second and third generation, who have achieved distinguished fame in their fields. We would like to bring this to the attention of our readers, so all of us can be proud of their achievements. The first issue of The Eighth Tribe was published April, 1974. THE EIGHTH TRIBE Editor .......................................................... Sándor E. Chomos Contributing Editors: ........... Albert Wass, Joseph Széplaki and Dr. István S. Tuba Published and printed monthly by the Bethlen Press, Inc. P. O. Box 637, Ligonier, Pa. 15658, U.S.A. Second Class Postage paid at Ligonier, Pa. 15658, U. S. A. Subscription: $8.00 yearly. Sándor Petőfi: WHY DO YOU FOLLOW Why do you follow my every step, Diligent Patriotism? Why do you show me, night and day, Your worry clouded face? You are always here, you are with me, I even see you when I close my eyes. 1 know that 1 do little for the homeland, But 1 do as much as I possibly can, There are those who have greater strength, Yet they do less: I ask, at least for a time, Turn your face away from me, patriotism. Oh, let me forget that I am a citizen! Spring is here, the earth is blooming, The scent of flowers and the songs of sonorous birds Fill the sky and earth, Golden clouds, those affable ghosts, Blow joyfully about my head. Oh, let me forget that I am a citizen! The god of the poets Is so merciful towards me; should I have no Gratitude towards him? Should 1 leave my lyre in silence, Until its strings break from sorrow? Oh, let me forget that I am a citizen! I have youth and I have a sweetheart, Youthfulness and love offer me Hours lined with pearls, And every hour that I do not take, Is bliss eternally wasted. Hah, how many fairies there are together: youthfulness, Spring, poetics, love! Should I let them fly away from me? My hand yearningly reaches after them.. . Come to me... hold out your arms... Embrace ine, I am yours! Pest, 1848, May Translated by Frank Szomy
