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

1941-05-29 / 22. szám

VOLUME XXIV.

MAY 29, 1941

NO. 22.

WHAT DOES VERHOV AY STAND FOR?

V stands for Julius VERHOVAY, the great Hungarian liberal of 1848, who fought for DEMOCRACY.

E stands for EQUALITY OF ALL before the law.

R stands for the RIGHT OF MAN TO BE FREE, for which we are all willing to die.

H stands for our HOMES, which we are determined to protect.

0 stands for all those OTHERS whom we should gather into our fold.

V stands for the VIGOR AND VITALITY of our members.

A stands for the AGED, who have served and for whom we are ready to serve.

V stands for the YOUTH, the future of our Association.

Gather together all that these letters stand for and you have American Democracy and Verhovay

Fraternalism at work.

Spring Visits My Qarden

Spring comes into my garden;

Daintily her footsteps fall.

I see her in the moonlight,

But in the daytime, not at all.

Her gown is made of moonlight,

And starry is her hair;

Her laughter's in the waters;

Her song is everywhere.

But when the stars creep gently To their cloud-flecked bed,

And bright dawn like a butterfly

Wit gorgeous wings outspread.

She vanishes in sunlight That like a silver stair Goes up from earth to heaven—

Perhaps to bring her there!

I see the dewdrops sparkling Upon the blades of grass—

The jewels from her fingers But not herself—alas!

And buttercups are holding In chalices of gold These tokens of her presence That every color hold.

Perhaps some day I’ll find her And fold her to my heart Ere Summer comes to woo her,

And she with him depart.

—THOMAS PATRICK GAYNOR

Editorial Note: This poem was ESPECIALLY ivritten for the Verhovay Journal, by Professor Gaynor, author of “A Holiday in Ireland,” “Through the Dark Valley” (a novel), “Perfumes from Many Gardens,” etc.

On This Memorial Day by Helen Hamelly

It was Memorial Day. All day long people had paraded through the little quiet streets of my home town. I was one of those people, but when the taps were blown over the silent hills I quietly walked away. Down, down the hill I walked—away from the crowd— into the green valley below.

As I walked on, a little vine-covered chapel caught my tear-dimmed eyes, and some strange instinct guided me toward it. I ascended the stone steps, and lingering near the door I heard music, soft and sweet as angels’ breath, issuing from within. I entered, my footsteps echoing through the holy place. Everything was still and dark, only the long, tapering candles burned slowly at the little side altar where the Blessed Virgin stood in all her glory, her waiting arms outstretched to receive some poor erring mortal whom the world had forsaken. She seemed to welcome me, and I knelt before her.

Suddenly, out of the stillTO OUR CONTRIBUTORS

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ness of the church came a fleeting thought, a thought of the year 1918, and with it a thought of Jim. I saw a figure, tall and straight, standing by me.

“Jim,” I whispered incredulously.

He looked at me and smiled. How handsome he looked in his khaki uniform! He held me at an arms length.

“Oh, Jim,” I cried, “please, stay a moment longer! I can’t bear to see you go, so soon. I can’t Jim!” I was weeping now, violently.

He looked down at me, sympathetically. I wondered if his long, dark lashes had tears beneath them.

“You must be brave, darling,” he whispered, his hands on my shoulders, his dark eyes seeking mine. “I must go,” he went on, “but I won’t be long. My country needs me.”

A painful silence fell over us. I bit my lower lip hard to keep back the hot tears which threatened to fall. I dared not let him see. I must be brave. He kissed me lightly, turned, and then walked away.

“Jim!” I called in a broken voice, but he was gone.

I heard a terrible rumbling, the roll of drums, commanding voices, the sickening drone of planes, and marching feet, as if in the

distance. Someone patted me on the back, understandingly, and told me not to cry. I would not be consoled, for Jim, my Jim—was dead —killed in action.

The candles twinkled at the little altar of the vinecovered chapel. I heard a soft voice, strong arms were pulling me to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw a gray-haired priest standing by my side. He shook me gently.

“My daughter, you are ill!” he exclaimed, studying me carefully.

“No—I must have fallen asleep—I must have been dreaming, Father; I’m all right, thank you,” I said in a daze.

I turned and walked down the stairs and into the street. He stood watching me, his arms crossed, an almost saintly look on his countenance, until I disappeared around the comer.

* * *

It is 1941. I see a handsome young man in khaki. He is bound for a far-off place, never knowing when he will come back. A girl is with him, looking at him through dewy lashes. He holds her close for a moment, then turns to go.

“Goodbye, darling,” I hear him say, “I won’t be long ... my country needs me.”

Verhovay Issues Two New Certificates

Two new, very beneficial certificates, one for the members of the Senior Order and the other for the members of the Juvenile Order, are now available, and it is expected that the members will take immediate advantage of these progressive additions to our list of certificates.

The Class “G” certificate, called the SENIOR TWENTY YEAR PAYMENT ENDOWMENT AND % PAID-UP LIFE CERTIFICATE, is a combination endowment and twenty year payment, and members of this class shall pay their dues for twenty years, after which of the benefit will be payable in cash and the other will be payable at time of death.

The many benefits of the Class “G” certificate are so obvious that it is wholly unnecessary to go into detail about its multiple advantages. It is sufficient to say a Class “G” certificate holder enjoys a regular savings account which he collects after twenty years, and also remains insured during the time of making payments and after payments are completed.

As an example, let us say that so-and-so takes out one of these certificates in the amount of $1090.00 and