Verhovayak Lapja, 1940. július-december (23. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1940-07-11 / 28. szám
Page 1 Verhovayak Lapja OUBLE FEATUR by SYLVIA HORVATH June 23, '40, Chicago, Illinois. “My Dear Miss Horvath: “Believe me, I am pleased to learn of your decision finally to contribute to the Journal. When I urged upon you the consideration of the advertisement which for several weeks past called on Verhovay members to volunteer as writers in projected departments for a better paper, you did your very best to disperse any hopes I dared have for the emergence of a novel, beamy style of commentary in the pages of the English Section. Although your plan for a department combining serious matter and argument with fluffy, inconsequential fiddlefaddle deserved to be acted upon at that time, you will recall your reluctance to respond at once to the editorial announcement, despite your promising formula for the synthesis of weighty wordage about international events and world trends with gabblement concerning books, en- | tertainment, recipes, and fashion withal.” “Fashion ... I wonder, what, are they wearing these days in Paris—other than long faces? “Others, many others, you said, seemed eager to retreat from the world and its sinful distractions to devote themselves to the maintenance of a newer, augmented Journal, since the editors’ appeal was dead certain to bring out the best in our Verhovay youth, and recruit them to the single purpose of regular contribution. You imagined the editors in their almost immediate embarrassment of literary riches would more than likely pass over your effort. By this time you can understand that my skepticism, in the face of your kindly estimate of the volume of Verhovay reaction, was justified. “Now see here, Elemer darling, that wasn’t mere skepticism on your part. I wish I might call your attitude just one of pessimism, and let it go at that. But you were simply brutal in your prophecy, albeit you were right as . . . well. I could hardly believe that practically all our membership would neglect the avenues of expression made available to them by the Verhovay. “Yes, you remarked that you couldn’t see our young i people tackling the job of meeting a deadline every fort-! night, if the job were to make inroads on their “Bingo, “bank-nites”, Pinochle, petting; God-given rights To race-track betting “Their “first millions”, And their first great loves*; Radio, films, All mental hors d’oeuvres”. ♦Pronounced, “loeuvres.” “Well, you just can’t rely on the enthusiasms people show. Only the evening after the first ad came out in the Journal asking for writers, I attended a local shindig where everyone seemed to be talking himself several shades of blue on the subject. Here I’d gone to the affair with the idea of setting friends and acquaintances to crashing back on their ears with the news that I had graciously arranged with myself to give of my wealth in knowledge and experience toward the creation of a new, hyper-snazzy column. “No sooner was I within earshot of the hot, terribly sweet music of the dinky band than a roomful of Verhovay girls swished up from all points in the ballroom, leaving their beaux stranded. Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia, did you see that ad in the Journal? Yes, I’d seen it, answered I, and my face fell a mile (5280 ft.). For I CLEVELAND VERHOVAYS INCREASE LAURELS I The Cleveland Verhovays won their fifth straight game on June 23, defeating Hess Recreation, 8-2. Lon Kveb’s home run with two on in the 2d inning started the scoring, and Mel Riebes triple with two on in the 4th inning finished the scoring for Verhovay. Following is the box score. Verhovay AB R H E B. Riebe c .......... 3 0 0 0 Scalar, 3b .............. 3 1 0 0 Staursky, 2b .......... 2 1 0 0 M. Riebe, ss .......... 4 2 2 0 G. Krivok, It ....... 4 0 2 0 Miller, p .............. 3 1 2 0 N. Krivok, rf ........ 2 1 0 0 Lowe, set .............. 2 1 X 0 Kvek, cf ................ 2 1 2 0 Kravnik, lb .......... 3 0 0 0 —— — — Totals ....................... 29s 9 0 Hess Recreation AB R H E Freyhauf, if ........... 3 0 0 0 McGooch, rf ........... 2 0 0 0 Marecs, ss ............... 3 0 2 1 Hrusra, 3b ............. 3 1 1 0 Vanyo, lb ............... 3 0 1 0 Ontres, 2b ........ 3 1 1 0 Kovach, c ............... 3 0 1 0 Riba, set ................ 3 0 0 0 Kosko, cf ............... 1 0 0 0 Wheeler, p .......... 1 0 0 0 Freyhauf, p ........... 1 0 1 0 —— — — Totals ........................ 26 SUMMARY: 2 7 1 ‘Two-base hits:Miller, Lowe, G. Krivok—2, Vanyo. Three-base hits: M. Riebe. Home runs: Kvek, Ontres. Base on balls: Miller—4; Freyhaui—6. Struck out: Miller—8; Freyhauf—2. Played at: Cleveland, Ohio. Date: June 23, 1940. II In this game Stewart Bolling was defeated 5 to 2 on July 3, for Cleveland’s sixth straight win. Stewart Bolling scored two runs in the 2d inning on two hits and en error. Verhovay was held scoreless until the 5th inning when W. Takacs singled when to third on a passed ball, served on a flyball to right, then Verhovay scored four runs in the 6th inning to make rout of the game. Verhovay AB R H E Staursky, 2b ........... 3 « 1 0 Scalar, 3b ................ 4 0 1 0 G. Krivok, If ......... 3 0 0 0 M Riebe, ss ......... 4 0 2 1 Lowe, scf ............... 2 1 1 1 Kvek, cf .................. 3 0 0 0 N. Krivok, rf ....... 3 1 0 0 Hayko, c .................. 3 1 1 0 Kraynik, lb ........... 3 0 1 0 Takacs, p ............. 3 2 2 0 Totals ........................ 31 5 92 Stewart Bolling AB R H E Reda, rs .................... 2 0 0 0 Li tea, ss .................. 3 0 0 0 Dobin, If ................ 3 0 1 1 Urban, rf ............. 3 0 1 0 J. Reda, 2b ........... 3 0 0 0 Godowski, lb .......... 3 1 1 0 Dybong, c ............. 1 0 0 0 Chass, p ................. 3 1 1 0 J Godowski, cf ...... 3 0 0 0 Skorupski, 3b ....... 3 0 1 0 Totals ........................ 27 2 5 1 SUMMARY: Two-base hits: Chass, Staursky. Base on balls: Takacs—3; Chass—5. Struck out: Takacs—2; Chass—1. Played at: Cleveland, Ohio. Date: July 3, 1940. LIFE INSURANCE SHOULD constitute a substantial item in every family budget, as it is the only sure means of eliminating one of life’s greatest gambles. It is an investment far removed from the gamble of uncertainty. knew—as they say in story books—beyond a peradventure, that my dear friends were one and all going to overwhelm the Verhovay editors with a suffocating bounty of wit and wisdom. “So I shut up like a clam at ebb tide and withdrew my bid for fame in the Journal’s pages. What chance had I against this illustrious company? So impressed was I by the sincerity and detailed plans of these beautiful lackwits that I discounted completely your cynical-but-true forecast, Elemer. “Came time for the next issue of the English Section, and there I was, waiting at my doorstep for the postman to stagger up with the Journal. I tore through the pages for evidence of the literary revival I had been led (o expect. How many new features did I find? “You don’t knew? STUDENTS! “Here’s luck to you and your enterprise, Miss Horvath—GOOD luck. You possess a talent for meeting people whether they be celebrities or notorious bums, and reporting their essential defects. “Hey, I wonder what he means . . . Some day I’m going to expose that Hary goniff . . . but I’d better read the fine print in- my insurance policy first . . . “I am looking forward to your initial performance. Work hard at it. and you may soon set the pace for contributions to the new Journal. ELEMER HARY.” The Old School Qang There are times at night when the low lamp light Plays tricks with my tired eyes And I see once more through a distant door The dreams that the day denies How the hot tears start and my harrowed heart Is pierced wdth a poignant pang As I backward gaze on my boyhood days And I dream of the old school gang. There were Joe and Me, Stumpy and Lee And Freddie and freckled Bill A fellow named Dick that I wanted to lick And I'm longing to lick him still Oh, the plans we made and the plots we laid In our new discovered slang And the times wre smoked till we coughed and choked In the cave of the old school gang. And times at night when pale with fright We planned under pirate sails , That we’d drop our dead till the waves ran red For dead men tell no tales Yet those tales we told while our blood ran cold And the artless songs we sang And the bamboo poles by the fishing holes Where I sat with the old school gang And the tryst I kept where the willows wept And I sued for my sweetheart’s kiss But me and me pup had to give her up Cause the fellows called me siss Oh, lads that I knew you were tried and true And I mind how your glad cries rang But your lips are dumb and the words won’t come For gone is the old school gang. Were I to behold and my arms to enfold These childhood chums of mine I would give all and I’d call it small To pay for such joys divine But those days have flown and I muse alone Where memory’s portrait hangs And I’d give my soul if my lips could roll A call to the old school gang.
