Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. január-június (24. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)
1941-04-10 / 15. szám
April 10, 1941 Page 3 Verhovayak Lapja American citizens, we are firmly convinced of the resurrection of the coming Easter to men. It is true, hut without a tender, "prince." —JOSEPH DARAGO. When I broadcast these two articles of mine before the public, I can not stop now without referring to the fact that in the ranks of the Hungarian Americans, the same as dur. ing the first World War, renegades raise their heads, who now use not only the columns of the Hungarian papers in which to air their dirty linen but also endeavor to discredit the whole of the Hungarian Americans, together with their newspapers, societies, leaders and clergy, before American public opinion. Who these individuals are who, clothed in the mist of anonymity, use the American magazines to defame our race with their articles steeped in untruths, I do not know, though for long years we have recognized the “wolf in sheep’s clothing’’ policy of this group. In the ranks of the Hungarians, these denouncing and low-minded sediments of society are unable to cause any moral harm. Therefore they opine that they will sow their anti-Hungarian poison in American public opinion, so that they may harm not only us, who are the appointed and acknowledged leaders of Hungarian Americans, but every single one of our blood living here. JOSEPH DARAGO. Our South Land By William B. Yuhase ____ Thumbnail Sketch of the Northwest By Andrew C Simcho Branch 430, Homestead. Pa. Our Virginia Spring is late this year, late at least 3 weeks. However, our youngsters were busy during December, January and February keeping our winter •feathered friends from getting hungry. Several Mocking birds, 3 Cardinals and fnany Starlings would gather at our feeding grounds. How eagerly they would clean up bread crusts and then get into a free-for-all fight 'óver some beef suet suspended from a tree! Some folks dislike a Starling. I don’t. We were much amused to hear one mock a Robin, and then to hear a Mocking bird imitate a “Bob White” (Quail). How these two love to perform if they know there is a human audience watching! Europeans love to brag about the Nightingale. Being the only bird which sang at night. They should hear our Mockin birds on a moonlit night, high up in the branches of a large oak, singing their hearts out. Our first arrivals from down deep South, about mid- January, were a pair of Blue birds. Mrs. Bluebird after feeding, stuck her lovely nose into a bird house We had erected during her absence and decided the structure was perfect for a Purple Martin or even a House Wren, but not for her. About 2 weeks later 3 Skylarks appeared, followed by hosts of Robins. The Robin is a friendly chap. He and his gang will come up and feed while humans are Ifess than 20 feet away. A pair of them are looking over a nice overhanging limb \of a sugar maple, it it amused our small son vimmensely to see an aged Negro following an old pair of mules pulling a plow. In his wake, and not so very far off, were 3 or 4 Crows goose-stepping down the jverturned furrows, grabbing out worms, larvae and grubs as fast as they could and without losing their s-ride. Farmers here treat their corn with special solutions to discourage the birds from pilfering. Last spring I watched a Crow pick up a treated kernel of corn. He swallowed, blinked both eyes and took off. In midair he performed some fancy gyratory motions, including some dive-bombing. Finally, he recovered his sense of balance and away he went like a skyrocket. My farmer friend said that Jim Crow would leave that corn field alone for the test of spring. A pair of Quail hatched and raised 11 little “Bob Whites” in a near-by fielet, and it amuses our small son very much to see the brood put up for the night. They all nestle on the ground in a circle, tail facing tail, with their tiny heads sticking out, always on the alert and on the watch, ready to give the alarm if danger threatens from any direction. I wonder how a hunter can shoot at such harmless creatures? About the end of next month our mimosa trees will be in bloom. These blooms will attract the Humming birds. These ruby throated beauties are marvelous in their performance They fly backwards as well as forwards, and will dart within a foot of one. If you molest them, they are liable to puncture your skin with those sharp little beaks of theirs. Every small boy’s ambition is to find a Humming bird’s nest. Usually they build in an oak near a camouflaging knot. The nest is about the size of a half of a small hen egg. The youngsters when they go off on a marauding expedition with the old folks look like overgrown bumblebees, darting in and out amongst the flowers. In late summer, when our sunflower seeds start barely to mature, the Goldfinches show up. They too are brazen, feeding within 15 or 20 feet of a person. The Finch is a colorful fellow and is as vain as he is pretty. We have another somberhued songster in the Vesper or Song Sparrow. This little lady builds her nest in some rambler rose bushes in amongst the thorns. Her mate perches on a near-by fence or post and pours his ardor in the melodious song he so capably warbles, usually in early morning and again at eventide. We gladly let his feathered tribe take over the bush to raise his little feathered brood. All of us feel that our efforts of feeding these fellows during the winter, especially after a heavy snow, are well rewarded. These tiny neighbors highly entertain us with their song, and their very appearance makes you realize that nothing is wrong with the world which the antics of man could not correct.--------------O-------------BRANCH 170 NOTICE Medina, Ohio At our January meeting it was decided that thereafter our meetings will he held the Sunday IMMEDIATELY following the 10th of every month, beginning at 2:00 p. m. Members are urgently requested to pay their dues ct these meetings, since the other means of paying dues have often been the cause of delays in forwarding payments to Home Office. Fraternally, FRANK E. KOMJATI, Secretary.--------------O-------------Safety slogan of Virginia: “Don’t cat nap while driving as you only have one life and not nine.” H. C. M. As we leave the beautiful “Valley of Purple Haze.” where the evening sun reluctantly sets behind the distant mountains, we set our radiator cap towards the most “widely unknown” state of the U. S.—Wyoming. In the cool evening climate we speed for hours into the fast gathering dusk. Overhead, the early stars break forth into blazing splendors of fireworks. Lolling back in the comfortable cushions, we strum lightly on our guitars, with a rich, melodious blending of bass, baritone and tenor versions of the old time favorites. Adding a new thrill to our already varied experiences, we inhale the heady, pulse-tingling aroma of "sagebrush in the evening.” Ahead of us, on the very tip of the mountain peak, we are aware of the increasing brightness, as of some distant city. Suddenly, our voices are stilled, the eternal nightly silence envelopes us as we see the most beautiful sight of our already extensive journey. The yapping of the coyote and the longdrawn, mournful. wail of the wolf announce the com ing of the queen of the skies —THE MOON. Nothing ever prepared us for the incomparable thrill of the following hours, from the moment the moon first peeped shyly into a dark world, gradually becoming bolder and more visible, until she seemed balanced slightly on the distant mountain rim. Looming up directly ahead of us, and seemingly framed by the silvery beauty of the night, was a pine tree. Picture, if you can, the sight of this silver plate with a tree in the center, bathed in the ethereal light. We stopped at a near-by shack and prepared to enjoy the thrills of a real “Moonlight Serenade,” not musically set off by pianos, violins and cellos, but by a gentle, soothing wind, as it flowed past us into the night. That prophetic wind, bringing us stories of the day’s travels, trials and tribulations, told of the glorious events that brought happiness to the people it caressed. Telling of the long journey it had had, and seemingly reluctant to pause, it swept on past us, on toward the birth of a new day that was only a few hours ahead. As the wind left us, it whispered a promise and a warning. We were promised many hours of pleasure. The warning was not understood for we made neither head nor tail of it—“For the hours that were sweet, years must serve in payment.” Strangely elated and still subdued, we made ready for rest, for tomorrow we were to arise with the dawn and visit in WYOMING.--------------O-------------BRANCH 383 NOTICE Buffalo, New York A Popularity Dance will he held by Branch S83 on April 19th, at Dory’s Hall. A beautiful loving cup will be awarded to the girl receiving the most votes, from those who attend the dance. Please remember the date: APRIL 19TH, AT DORY’S HALL. Fraternally, CHARLES A. YOUNG, Secretary.
