Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. január-június (24. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)

1941-05-08 / 19. szám

May 8, 1941 Page S Verhovayak Lapja My Mother You have sung her praises through the years, Of toil-worn hands and snow-white hair, Of her heart of gold and many tears, And brow grown wrinkled now with care. And the old styled ladies seem to rate The sonnets, stories, praise galore, While the modern mother of this date We take for granted—nothing more. That she is beautiful, we agree, Perhaps petite—or tall as Dad, She sends golf balls flying off the tee, Her horse back riding isn’t bad. She can fly around the tennis courts With sons and daughters big as she, In a pair of sneaks and tennis shorts And cry, “Set-point, you ’most beat me!” She can drive as well as any man, In any crisis keeps her head, Can finish whatever she began, Well educated and well read. She can whip up meals in nothing flat, And bandage knees that have been hurt, Kiss tears away—as she feeds the cat, And hurries on to hem a skirt. On her politics she stands quite firm, Her courage is a shining blade, She will face a job and never squirm, Just square her shoulders—give her aid. The light in her eyes will never die, Her love like a vesper hymn will play With a haunting lilt through the years, and I Salute the Mother of Today! —Betty Carol Balega Thumbnail Sketch of the Northwest By Andrew C. Simcho Branch 430, Homestead, Pa. Our South Land _________ By William B. Yuhase • STRANGER THAN FICTION As our guide led us through the beauties of Star Valley, we snapped pictures of everything we could pos­sibly record. The rarest of all our snapshots, and the one we needed the photographic* proof of, was taken in Idaho. For a bizarre, absolutely un­earthly sight, we were taken to the little known “Craters of the Moon,” Idaho. Here, on our own earth, in a desolate region of Idaho, we found an exact counter­part of the pictures we have all seen of the surface of the moon. Crater holes, pit­ted, serrated and desolated as our sister of the skies. Fantastic caverns, heard but not seen running water and strange sound effects were almost more than enough to convince us that we were actually on the moon. In the underground cav­erns that dot this region, water can be heard very dis­tinctly, seemingly running overhead on either side or below, but search as we could we never found a trace of this water. As the wind whined through the air vents in the cavern, humanlike voices seemed to question our trespassing until we were ready to bolt into the sunshine. The unquestion­able evidence of lava around this region, where lava has absolutely no business be­ing, made the whole situa­tion the more impossible. Back into Wyoming, dis cussing the strange event, our guide told us that, thanks to the State of Wy­oming, Boulder dam was saved. A serious break had occured. The tremendous water pressure was tearing out more of the dam than ;he workers could possibly re­build. Almost miraculously, a lava dust was discovered in Wyoming with the un­heard of properties of ex­panding when wet. Huge quantities of this dust was rushed to the dam site and the flow was checked Strange Wyoming. A drive through the hinter­land of Wyoming, through Fossil, Needles, and Diamond ville, Wyoming, proved in­teresting beyond measure. At Fossil, we were amazed to find bones of the gigantic prehistoric monsters that once roamed this land. A fitting background, or should one say playground, for these beasts, was the moun­tainous land. Very little imagination was needed to picture these gargoyles strid­ing along the mountain peaks, waiting to eat their luckless enemies or to be eaten. Ironic fate decreed that some of these animals ANOTHER LOYAL AMERICAN, ANOTHER LOYAL VERHOVAY As has been evidenced in this Journal, our members and readers are well aware that the youth of Verhovay are doing their part very well in contributing to the defense of our country. Above is the latest of these called to our attention, Sergeant Julius N. Hock, Jr., of Company L, 125th In­fantry, stationed at Camp Livingston, Louisiana. Pre­viously he left Port Huron, his home town in Michigan, as a corporal in the Michi­gan National Guard. Sergeant Hock is a mem­ber of Branch 403, Port Huron, Michigan, and is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Julius N. Hock, Sr. The elder Hock is secretary of Branch 403. should perish in marsh beds that their bones and com­plete skeletons be preserved for the future. Is there any question as to how Fossil received its name? Needles, Wyoming, receiv­ed its name from the two rock pillars that arise from the solid bed rock, resemb­ling closely two needles that might have been used by the giants that lived in our story books. Diamondville, Wyoming, was named for the black diamonds (coal) that are mined in this region. Statistics indicate that there is more coal in Wyoming than there is in the entire coal district of the East. Transportation makes the difference in the quantity on the market. In this region, there is only one railroad that comes into Diamond­ville. Contrast this with the number of railroads in the East. Back to our headquarters in Afton, we prepare to visit the site of the most bloody battle of the old law-break­ers and law-enforcers—Játék­son Hole, Wyoming. I wonder how many of you readers realize from where your pretty narcis­­susses, daffodils and jonquils come from each springtime about Easter? Most of them are grown on our Eastern seaboard of Maryland, Virginia and North Carolina. Here in Virginia our big farms are located in Glou­cester and Mathews coun­ties. Usually in March, the big growers put on a display in their showrooms. This season over 500 varieties were shown, and the bulbs ranged in price from 10c to $2.50 per bulb. About mid April the bulb farms are beautiful, acres of golden yellow blooms be­ing quickly stripped to ship North. A few days of warm -sun brings out a riot of flowers, much faster than they can be plucked. After the blooms die the bulbs continue to grow, and about July the 3 year old fields are turned over, the bulbs removed, cleaned and laid in a cool spot until about October. The first to bloom in March is the little “Trumpet Major,” followed by “Golden Spur,” “King Alfred” and the “Emperor.” And you kind readers who are interested in these flow­ers know that they must be cultivated. Each type has its own particular likes and dis­likes, and as they multiply at a rate of 25% to 40% they must be replanted every third year. The plant­ing of bulbs purchased is usually done between Sep­tember and October. Unlike the iris, the leaves of these bulbs are not cut or trim­med but left to die down. Our small daughter loves to watch flowers grow and fusses with the neighbor folks for cutting their own flowers. About the first of March and continuing until May 10th, we set out our gladiola bulbs. These, too, are mas­sed, being spaced 4” to 6 ’ apart in each direction and 5” deep. This depth is neces­sary, for if followed, you will not have to stake your flow­ers. Usually we set out our “glads” in intervals of two weeks, and later in the season your flowers will bloom continuously in the “glad” patch. The bulbs when thru blooming continue to grow and develop, and should be removed from the ground by the end of October, both to prevent freezing and to keep moles from feeding on them. Some of our folks plant a camphor or moth ball with, each bulb in order to keep moles and pests away. When the bulbs are har­vested in the fall they must be dried, cleaned and stored for the winter, to keep from freezing. Of course all of you are familiar with the crocuses. These little fellows usher in the spring with their cheer­ful yellow or purple flowers. You who use saffron in cook­ing or flavoring no doubt are surprised to read that the saffron is derived from the purple crocus. And then the tulips. Ours are just in their mid season. The colors are vivid and the flowers shapely. I remember seeing beauti­ful bulb gardens thruout the state of Connecticut, but somehow they do not look like ours at home. How­ever, beautiful flowers are not limited to any geogra­phical location.--------------O----------__ BRANCH 395 McKeesport, Pa. Branch 395 held a game party on Tuesday, April 15, and had only a fair and mild turnout. As Helen Ganyu can testi­fy, it takes a college student to bring home the gifts; or maybe it was just the lucky penny that she has been carrying around for the last two decades or so. Albert Jozik didn’t do so badly either, but it’s his conten­tion that there is such a thing as beginner’s luck. Jimmy Benedict will tell you, as we say in Hungarian, that “a zsidó is megverte a fiát mert először nyert.” The program scheduled for conclusion to the party was cancelled because “tern­­pus” was ”fugit”-ing at a great rate. Mrs. Norman and John Szabó couldn’t play because they were the cogs in the social machine for the evening, but their respective husband and wife (she should come all the time) did all right for them. I have a notion that you who weren’t there wish, by this time, that you had been, don’t you? Fraternally, Helen Stipkovits, Publicity Agent. INDIGESTION may affect the Heart Gas trapped in»the stomach or gullet may act like a hair-trigger on the heart. At the first sign of distress smart men and women depend on Bell-ans Tablets to sat gas free. No laxative but made of the fastest­­ictingHédiéinél known for acid indigestion. H the TIRST DOSE doesn't prove Bell-ans better, return ■ottle to us and receive DOUBLE Money Back, S&n

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