Verhovayak Lapja, 1937. július-december (20. évfolyam, 27-53. szám)
1937-12-30 / 53. szám
FAGE 10 December 30, 1937. YE OLDE TATTLER “RITES’* AGAIN Hello, everyone, here I am again. Fit as a fiddle and raring to go, after a month’s absence. Did you miss me? What? You didn’t even know that ray column was missing last month? Oh, dear . . . ‘tis bitter wine in my cup. But then, the rarest of arts goes unappreciated .. . ahem. Well, I guess I had better stop clowning and get down to facts. For I have over two month’s tattling to get off my chest. Here goes. On October 26th, we had a Halloween party in our Club room. To say that everyone had a good time is putting mildly! You know, Fve often read that on Halloween night, ghosts and witches ride the air and “the goblins will get you if you don’t watch out.” (And I hope that I shatter no illusions). Fve often been out of doors on Halloween but I must say that I have never yet seen any of these traditional sights. So, when I set forth to go to our party, I'll admit that I was not over-enthused. I thought “Oh well, just another party . . . the same people, the same old games, same old dances, etc., but I guess I had better go, the “Tattler” cannot afford to miss anything.” Not a very cheerful mood to be in, is it? Well, to get on. I set out and I was no sooner outside then I noticed that the weather and the night were in the same spirit as I . . . dark, gloomy, quiet ... an ideal Halloween night, no? At any rate, I pulled my hat down over niy eyes a bit further, put my bands in my pockets and hurried on, pausing only long enough to mutter, “fools” at a gay young crowd of boys and girls in gala costumes. Gosh, I must have been sick. AY ell, to continue, as I turned the last corner and came in sight of our Club room, I stopped dead in my tracks, because not a gleam of light shone onto the street. A glance at my watch assured me that I was not too early. On I went and upon entering the Club I really was surprised. The room was decorated in real Halloween style. The wdndows w'ere all covered with black crepe paper and all the lights had large pumpkins over them, so you can see that this certainly created a w'eird and spooky atmosphere. On the stage, upon a small table sat a large grinning pumpkin, with a lighted candle in it. “Here, at last, I thought, is an ideal Halloween setting.” The first game played was the “apple-biting contest. Along one side of the room were strung apples, side by side, at various heights. Everyone joined the game and it was some time before anyone managed to bite into an apple. I believe the winner wras Ethel Halas. The game, however, w'hich caused the most fun and merriment and w'hich everyone enjoyed most, w'as the “Scavenger Hunt.” The groups w'ere so divided that there w'as one car to each group. Everyone had to be back within one hour wdth every item on their list. I, personally, never enjoyed any game as much and I must say that if you have never taken part in a scavenger hunt, you don’t know w'hat you are missing. AVhen the hour was up, I don't believe that you w'ould have recognized the room. It w'as cluttered up wdth everything imaginable. Just to mention a few' . . . false finger nails, a lock of blond hair, false teeth, opera glasses, dead fish, a bustle, an alley cat and a stray dog, etc., etc., I know that everyone enjoyed themselves with the possible exception of the dog and cat. The games that followed, were also very interesting and most appropriate, especially the game called “Murder,” during which all the lights were out . . . hey, hey . . . The end of the “perfect evening” w'as the delightful lunch served — I can still taste the cider . . . yum. I don’t think that I need to tell you, that going home, I w'as in a very different mood. At this time I’d like to give a few words of praise tc those clever young ladies, Ann Pasternak, Irene Pasternak and Mary Dudash, in charge of decorations and entertainment. October 31st was the big day on w'hich Cleveland Branch 366 visited Pittsburgh. They were our guests and I must say that we certainly enjoyed meeting them and we hope that they enjoyed their visit also. We did manage to get off on the w'rong foot by getting to the station late. Going into Pittsburgh, we w'ere worried, wondering w’hat the Clevelanders w'ould think of our being late. But we need not have worried, (much to our surprise) Elmer Halas w'as there, when w'e arrived “entertaining” the group. Elmer must have been anxious to meet the Clevelanders, for I w'as told that he spent the night before in Pittsburgh. Looks bad Elmer. Did you sleep at the station? I’ll bet. We took the group up to visit the Home Office, being received there by Mr. Bencze, Mr. Varga and Supreme President Darago. We were shown through the offices and wrere given a fine talk by President Darago. AVe were each given a handsome souvenir also. From there we went by street car to a Hungarian Cafe, at which our Cleveland friends were our guests at a specially prepared dinner. During the dinner, there were several interesting talks given. One by Mr. Bencze, Dr. Gomory, President Lenhart of Branch 395, Secretary Goydan of Branch 395 and Miss Fejes, Secretary of the Cleveland Branch. After we had eaten all we possibly could and perhaps more, w'e prepared to take in the sights of Pittsburgh. The remainder of the afternoon was spent looking over the notable sights of Pittsburgh. I asked one of the young ladies which of the sights she enjoyed most. She replied, “the Carnegie' museum and art exhibit, we have nothing like it in Cleveland.” I could write pages on amusing incidents whic h took place during the afternoon. I guess you are p.11 afraid of that, but don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll touch only a few high spots. Candid camera snaps of the afternoon . . . President Lenart quite gaga ever a certain young lady from Cleveland. The following Tuesday, I overheard President telling someone, “I met the most charming girl from Cleveland, I spent the day w'ith her and my, but I enjoyed myself. (Looks like a romance may be in the offing!) More snaps . . . Secretary Goydan in the same condition as Branch President Lenhart. (Oh, these Cleveland women). “Playboy” Ferency and Bözs smiling into each other’s eyes over their soup, (during dinner). I overheard “Playboy” tell Bözs that the soup she made had it all over his soup. AVell, well. Better be careful, “Playboy,” or you will be eating soup the rest of your days: Elmer Halas going out of his w'ay to pick up Anna Kanyusick, a nurse in a Pittsburgh hospital. Irene Pasternak skipping the dinner to go to see a football game. AVas it the game you couldn’t resist or was it “Zu”? Now', now'! Did I make you “mad”? Ann Pasternak and Margy Dudash coaxing Dr. Gomory to spend the afternoon with us. I don’t know how the Dr. resisted them. You girl’s wouldn’t by any chance know that Dr, Gomory is a =TfrhovayJournal= bachelor, now', would you? Oh, aren’t I being nasty? A group of our boys standing before the painting “A Lady at the Table.” Boys, boys! You shock me: Elmer Halas standing at the foot of a long flight of steps as the girls came down. If you want to know w'hich girl had the trimmest ankle, ask Elmer. But, then, perhaps I’d better stop or I shall be filling the w'hole Journal with my column. Well to get on, the rest of the evening, before train time, w'as spent in a major Pittsburgh Radio Station. Here everyone had more fun than enough. I could w'rite another volume about this, but Oh dear, I’ve so much more to write and it happens to be axactly ten minutes to twelve and I’m tired and sleepy and also running out of paper. But why complain? My head may be w'eary but my heart is light. Heavens 1 I must be sleepy to be getting so sentimental. Well, to get back to the main subject, we saw the Clevelanders off on the nine o’colck train, and may I say right here that we think the voting people from Cleveland, who visited us, are a fine “bunch” and w'e’re looking forward to the time they visit us again. After many months of preparation and hard work, November 9th rolled around, the night of our Mardi Gras dance. AVe had a fine night, an ideal and exclusive location, a good band and a marvelous crow'd. Typical of its name, “Mardi Gras,” the dance w'as a gala affair. Everyone w'ore paper hats, had noise makers and tow'ard the middle of the evening hundreds of ballons which were held up against the ceiling released. This certainly was a colorful and exhilarating sight. The highspot of the dance was the “Big Apple.” There were about twenty-five couples in it. And I must say that I never knew that there w'ere so many various w'ays of doing one dance. One thing that I do know, however, and that is, that everyone enjoyed himself. And I’ve heard from several sources that the Verhovay Branch 395 is becoming known for their dances, which a r«; synonymous with good music, fine entertainment and most important of all, a friendly and congenial crowd in attendance. Oh, by the way, I wish to greet the new comers to the Journal. It’s nice to know that the other Branches are interested enough to submit a column. Welcome “Phantom” and “Thunder over 36.” AVe’ll be expecting to hear from you every month. I see that the “Ferret” thinks that I am a “she.” AVell, well. I am afraid I can’t say anymore. But . . . oh well, I’d better forget it. Suppose you ask J.J. Horvath of Cleveland. I met him on October 31st. He probably did not know it was I, though. I hope not. Well my fraternal brothers and sisters, the time has come for me to put my paper and pencil awray for another month. And till then, I still remain “The Tattler” Branch 395 McKeesport, Pa. 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