Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1941-08-14 / 33. szám
August 14. 1941 Page 6 FOR TWO-FIFTY? (Dedicated to L. V.t) / Aw right, so it ain’t a new car— I think it’s a nifty! I know the paint job looks like tar, But whadda ya want for two-fifty? Even if she is an old make I’m a plenty lucky kid. Wait till I drive her out to the lake! No... no brakes, ya just let her skid. An’ say, take a look at them tires— Look at ’em and what do ya say? I’ll straighten them spokes out with the pliers— And who wants fenders on anyway! This car is different from any I’ve seen— That upholstry I think is felt. Yeah, the feed-line is a little bit lean— An’ know where I can get a fan belt? Does it run? Well. .. not as yet— But I think it’s a nifty! This thing will be spinnin’, wanna bet? Say, whadda ya want for two-fifty? A Rolls-Royce?? * * * * OPTIMISTIC Well, if it isn’t Jim, Howdy, Pard! Been on the road all this time? We meet again on a freight goin’ South, And neither of us with a dime. I remember the last time we met, ’Bout ten, yep ten long years ago— We made ourselves a little bet That neither of us would ever have dough. Yeah, guess we were right—tramps— That’s us, Jim—a couple of bums Who travel from beautiful city to city, And know we belong to their slums. But I ain’t complainin’, not me, Jim, We bums, we know we’re free... I wouldn’t have what other men got, The road’s in my blood ... it’s got me. Guess we’ll go on dodgin’ cops And livin’ as we please. But jus’ as long as freights go South We know we’ll never freeze! * * * SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE He is there, the father of my son, But he is done with bayonette and gun. He’s resting now—that I know. Long ago they told me so— Resting—somewhere in France. They sent me the croix he had won, I put it away for our little son. At dusk I still hear his “I love you.” Oh, how I wish that he were here too. Instead of—somewhere in France. The years have gone, my son is grown, The seeds of war have long been sown. My son is dressed in khaki too, Dressed like someone else I knew. Someone—somewhere in France. —Poems by MEV. TRUTHS Verhovayak Lapja LIFE’S HURDLES ADVERTISEMENT FDR APPLICATIONS The Board of Directors of the Verhovay Fraternal Insurance Association is advertising for applications for the position of Supreme Treasurer of the Association. THE TIME LIMIT FOR THE SUBMITTING OF THE APPLICATIONS IS TWELVE NOON ON AUGUST 30, 1941. Any member can submit an application for the position who — v 1. is in good standing; 2. has attained the age of 21 years; 3. is an American citizen and is descended from Hungarian parents; 4. has been a member of the death benefit and sick benefit departments for set least two years. It is desired further that the individual possess the necessary experience in bookkeeping and office routine. Only those Verhovay members should apply for the position who have the necessary qualifications and who are able to secure a $100,000.00 bond from the bonding company with which the Association has a contract. The yearly salary of the Supreme Treasurer is $4,000.00. The election is for the period ending December 31, 1943. Those applying should give their personal data, their family circumstances, present occupation, and detail for a period of at least ten years back what kinds of positions they filled and where. Applications received after the expiration of the time limit, that is, August 30, 1941, at noon, shall not be taken into consideration. Applications should be written in. longhand, and the word “APPLICATION” should be written in large letters on the envelope and mailed to the following address: VERHOVAY F. I. ASSOCIATION 345 FOURTH AVENUE PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA Buying life insurance does not add to your financial problems—it solves them. More good things are lost by indecision than by wrong decision. In buying life insurance you are not spending more money—you are saving more money. It’s mistaken kindness to provide so well today that no provision can be made lor tomorrow. Your insurance rate goes up tomorrow. Buy today and save a definite sum each year. You cannot escape death or taxes. Life insurance helps you to meet both.—R. and R. Stop praying that the hurdles of life may be lowered. Save the breath that you waste complaining about things as they are. If you ever are to go over the top it must be with the top up there where it has to be climbed to and struggled over. It isn’t going to come down to your level. Be thankful that the hurdles of life are there. Rejoice in the fact that they are higher than most people like to jump. Be grateful for the fact that there are so many of them. It is those hurdles that give you your chance to work your way to the front. They are your friends, your allies—they trip up the horde that would outstrip you if those hurdles were not there. The hurdles of life are set out for a purpose. Their height, their frequency their eternal in-the-way-ness are part of the grand scheme of things. Take them as they come and with a prayer for the nerve power, heart-power and leg-power to negotiate each of them as you come to it. —Exchange. --------o-------HELPING WIN A WAR John Thomas Cain is a 15-year old London costerboy. Over here, we would say that he peddled vegetables. He has been given the George medal, one of the highest awards for gallantry, and is the youngest Britén to wear it. This is how he got his medal. One night he heard he crash of a bomb, looked out of the window and saw a paint factory down the street start to go up in a roar of flames. John didn’t lose any time. With the help of four policemen, he dug into the basement of the paint factory and waded through a four-foot flood of paint. Then he and the policemen hauled ten workmen into the street, six alive. As they were carrying the last one away, the building collapsed. John woke up in the morning to find himself a hero. When incendiary bombs first started dropping on Britain, citizens had not yet been aroused to their responsibility. A nation-wide fire prevention campaign was started. The Eritisli were made to feel that every incendiary bomb was an individual challenge. They learned, not to sit and take it, but to stand up and do something about it. America would do well to take this example to heart. Great Britain, in the midst of total war, is fighting fire by means of the intelligent cooperation of all her citizens. Why cannot we Americans, in time of peace, do the same? Our annual fire bill is nearly one-third of a billion dollars. This is money tragically wasted, since most fires could be prevented by the exercise of care and thoughtfulness. 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