Verhovayak Lapja, 1940. július-december (23. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1940-08-29 / 35. szám
August 29, 1940 Verhovayak Lapja Page I CHILDREN’S PAGE Announcement In our endeavor to make the English Journal diversified, and, consequently more readable and more interesting, we herewith introduce a new column titled CHILDREN’S PAGE, under the guardianship of Miss Amelia Nyers, our English Section’s poet-contributor of South Bend, Indiana, who will each month take the lead by contributing short stories, poems and other items of interest to the child’s mind. This CHILDREN’S PAGE will constitute a full page if possible, more if necessary, and less if not complete. At first it will be published only once a month, in the second issue of the English Journal, but should sufficient material reach us the column will appear in every English issue, that is, bimonthly. VERHOVAY CHILDREN, this paper is just as much yours as it is the older people’s. Let’s see what you can do with the CHILDBABY DEER I am only a little baby deer, all covered with white 1 spots. I am very young and ! there is much to learn in the wonderful forest where I live. :j Although I am small I can remember when I was much smaller. I was just a tiny deer then. My legs were very wobbly too. I had to spread them out in order to stand up. |l When I was a tiny deer I did nothing but just stare at things and drink milk. , Very soon I had to learn things. Mother told me that there were lions and panthers and tigers in the forest, so I must keep very i near to her all of the time. I was glad to obey. I hardly knew what lions and I panthers and tigers were, but something inside of me . told me that these animals were bad for baby deer. I always obey mother anyhow. || Do you know how I learned? Whatever mother , did I did too. If she lifted her head I lifted mine. When she walked I walked, ji When she stamped her hoof I stamped mine. « And when she was very ' stili, I was quiet too. [REN’S PAGE. Send in your poems, short stories, articles and other writings. You’ll enjoy seeing your name and writing in the Journal, and those of your playmates. Come on! See what you can do with Miss Nyers as your leader. VERHOVAY PARENTS: You are all interested in seeing your children make good grades in school. One of the best ways for your youngsters to improve in their studies is to have them do something appealing to them, something voluntary on their part, without any coercion. Urge your talented youngsters to send in their creations to be published in the Verhovay English Journal’s new CHILDREN’S PAGE. They’ll enjoy it very much—you will too—and they’ll get along much better in school. At this juncture Verhovay girls and women are invited to initiate a column for the ladies. —THE EDITORS I learned to stand in the shade of a tree so that my lovely white spots looked like sunspots on brown leaves. Mother is keeping me in the deep woods until I grow bigger. She says that if I am very good and learn quickly and grow, that she will take me to the edge of the woods where the grass is soft and green. Do you know why I have such big ears and why I move them all the time? It is because I must learn to listen to every sound. I hear everything. And whenever I hear a sound I must be able to tell whether it is a twig falling or the soft stepping of a panther or another deer. My nose moves all the time. And when I sniff the air I can smell other animals even when they are a long way off. I know by smell and by sight now just which animals to run from and which are harmless. I learn something new every day. The forest is a wonderful playground. And when I have learned all oi my forest lessons, then 1 will be allowed out on the plain where I can run like the wind. G. W. Syndicate. THE MERRY TWINS ON MOON MOUNTAIN By Amelia Nyers Sally and Sue Merry were twins, age nine. They were vacationing with their parents in their cabin built at the foot of Moon Mountain—so named because the moon seems to rest right on the top of the mountain before she continues her journey across the purple starry sky. The girls, with their black scottie, named Cotton because his tail is a white puff, raced up the path, eager to watch the sun come peeping over the top. Sue, out of breath, stopped halfway up the path and sat down. She rested her head against a large tree trunk. Sally and Cotton soon disappeared from sight. Sue listened to birds singing overhead. She watched a gorgeously colored butterfly flitting from flower to flower, sipping nectar, and suddenly fluttering away. A squirrel came chattering, but at sight of her, scampered away. It was good to be there, with nothing to do except sit in the shade and watch the sunlight coming through the branches. Overhead the clouds were magic ’'ships drifting across the sky-sea. The air grew thick, warm and fragrant with the scent of flowers. She closed her eyes and opened them quickly at the sound of her name. It was Sally, but somehow she appeared more like a stranger. “Will you play with me?” she asked. “Oh, yes!” Sue exclaimed wonderingly. Hand in hand they went up the mountain. The further they went, the more bewildered became Sue. Why, only yesterday their Daddy had taken them up this same path, and everything should have been familiar to her, but somehow, the path grew narrower; the trees increased their height and grew closer together, throwing a peculiar blue shadow. A little further on the sunlight could not penetrate through the dense treetops. “Oh,” cried Sue, as her eye caught sight of a big strange-looking bird with a chisel-like bill pecking holes in the bark of an old gnarled tree. “What is it?” “Don’t you know?” Sally asked. “It’s a woodpecker!” •Sue looked again, and to be sure, it was a woodpecker, How stupid of her not to recognise the bird with its hammering bill! They went further up the trail. Suddenly, the trees vanished and they found themselves in an open clearing, where a field of flowers, with dew still fresh on them, nodded sleepy heads in the early morning sunlight. “Look!” Sue exclaimed, coming upon a pretty pink flower. “What is it?” “Don’t you know?” Sally laughed, and said mockingly. “It’s a wild rose!” Sue looked crestfallen. What was the matter with her today? Why did everything appear strange? And Sally, she was the strangest of all, with her exasperating “Don’t you know?” question. Sue looked up in time to see something large and black with a huge white tail fleeing before them. She chased it in vain. It would run ahead a short distance, stop, and wait until she was close enough to almost touch it; then, away it would run again, leaving her far behind. “Sally,” she said, breathlessly; seating herself on the soft green grass beside a large tree. “What is it?” Sally went into peals of laughter. “Don’t you know? It’s Cotton!” Again she laughed. “Stop it!” Sue cried. “Stop it! Stop it!”“Sue, wake up!” Sally’s familiar voice startled her. “I’ve had the strangest dream,” Sue said, rubbing the sleep from her drowsy eyes. “By the way you were shouting ‘Stop it!’ I think your dream was a nightmare.” Sally laughed softly, not at all mocking but sweet as always. Sue was silent. Then, “Let’s find the waterfall Daddy showed us yesterday.” A few moments later they came upon the cascade that was more rainbow than water; for it was a perfect prism when the sun was at a certain point in the sky. Breathlessly Sally and Sue admired the beauty of the water rushing down the mountainside to join the lazy stream in the distance. Even Cotton was excited. He barked and wagged his puff of a tail furiously. The girls began to descend the mountain. Cotton ran ahead, and often from far in advance, retraced his steps. They stayed a moment for a last glimpse of the waterfall beyond the trees and listened to its deep murmur as it dashed against the rocks below. A sharp turn in the-trail, and they lost the rainbow-fall. They saw the roof of their cabin in the distance. Dimly, Mother’s voice drifted up to them. Daddy and Mother were waiting to hear of their adventures on Moon Mountain. The End.--------------------O-------------------THINK not too much about the work you have to do, nor contemplate too long the ground you must cover to reach your goal, lest you become uneasy and sit too long at the wayside and arrive too late. —Anon. + + + Edited by AMELIA NYERS
