The Eighth Hungarian Tribe, 1983 (10. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1983-06-01 / 6. szám
June, 1983 THE EIGHTH HUNGARIAN TRIBE Pag® 7 Magda Emody does the singing while Louis Bagyi twirls the moustache in a scene in “Legyen úgy mint régen volt.” After the completion of several demand performances of “LEGYEN UGY MINT RÉGEN VOLT” before enthusiastic audiences, Joseph Bodnar said: “This was the first time our reorganized group attempted to stage a fullscale, three-act production. It was well received by our audiences who seem to actually hunger for it as if something were missing from their lives. For this reason, among others, we will certainly continue to present regularly scheduled performances each season. In fact, we would like to see our club become the home of the Hungarian theatre in New Jersey and, to the attainment of this goal, we are all dedicated.” The members of the non-profit, American-Hungarian Theatrical Group are: Joseph Bodnar, Producer and Director; Angela Horvath Pulitzer, Musical Director; Anna Csorgo, Choreographer; Lorant Fazekas, Sound Engineer; and Tibor Kacsoh, Props and Scenery Director. Others in the group are: Alexander Hody, Magda Emody, Louis Bagyi, Elizabeth Bagyi, Zsolt Bagyi, Jean Bodnar, Helen Sipos, Vilmos Molnár, Maria Molnár, Bela Schmidt, Kathy Agh, Maria Rabb, Emery Traczik, Marge Erdei, and Jean (Lesko) Bodnar. Others, not mentioned, perform from time to time and as needed. Alexander Hody (left) and Joseph Bodnar (right) in a scene in “Legyen úgy mint régen volt.” 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. I know that I do little for the homeland, But I do as much as I possibly can, There arc 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 eartli is Blooming, The scent of flowers and the songs of sonorous Birds Fill the sky and eartli, Golden clouds, those affable ghosts, Blow joyfully about my head. Oil, let me forget that I am a citizen! The god of the poets Is so merciful towards me; should 1 have no Gratitude towards him? Should I leave my lyre in silence, Until its strings break from sorrow? Oh, let me forget that I am a citizen! I have youth and 1 have a sweetheart. Youthfulness and love offer me Hours lined with pearls, And every hour that 1 do not take, Is bliss eternally wasted. Hall, how many fairies there arc together: youthfulness, Spring, poetics, love! Should I let them fly away from me? Mv hand yearningly reaches after them... Gome to me. .. hold out your arms. .. Embrace me, I am yours! Pest, 181.«, May Translated hy Frank Szemy
