Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)

1941-09-11 / 37. szám

J «* Pasq 3_____________________________Verhovayak Lapja Thanks, Dearborn Branch 429, for a Wonderful Time September 11, 1941 On Sunday, August 24, 1941, Branch 395, McKees­port, Pennsylvania, had the high honor and rare pri­­vilige of being entertained as the guest of Branch 429, Dearborn, Michigan. It is almost superfluous to say that we of Branch 395 were accorded the tan­tamount of a royal recep­tion and treatment. VVe hope that some day we shall be able to repay the extreme kindness and generosity of Branch 429. Before beginning this in­complete account of our trip, I, as president of Branch 395, wish to express pub­­lically the deep appreciation and gratitude of Branch 395 for the delightful time Branch 429, its officers, no­tably President George Ku­­ritär and Secretary Mrs. Jo­lán Lucas (The Ferret), its members, the cooks, the drivers, and the others, af­forded us. MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL! It is no longer necessary to join the Navy to see the world. A very good substi­tute would be to join Branch 395 of McKeesport, Pennsyl­vania. On August 24th we made a very eventful trip to Dear­born as the guests of Branch 429, and were shown the sights of Dearborn and De­troit. This trip was the latest in our travel series. First it was Cleveland, Ohio; then came Washington, D. C.; and now Dearborn, Michigan. Ah! what fond memories! Memories that shall ne’er be forgot! Yes, it was a dream —but a dream that came true. As we departed the very early morning of August 24th from the smoky though lovely city of Pittsburgh, on the huge streamlined Grey­hound bus, we shouted in glee to our many friends and members unable to go along, who so admirably gave us a grand send-off. Certainly those members who were able to go were more fortunate than those who saw us off at the station. I felt like crying when no one offered to kiss me good­­by. But then I suddenly braced myself and said, “Steady, old chap, there can be but one Ethel Halas and one Elmer Halas. God bless them!” No sooner had we passed tue city limits, the members turned the bus into a root­­ir ’-tootin’ entertainment Club, and the singing was under the “direction” of Kenneth Norman, while the grand parade up the narrow aisle was marshalled by John “Dirk” Fulop. But in spite of all the merrymaking, Chairman Al­bert Jozik and I managed to catch a few winks of sleep, that is, when Helen Ganyu wasn’t pounding some of her erudition into our solid heads, and especially after Albert became exhausted from wooing all the girls. It seems that Helen didn’t care to do any resting, so she very playfully pranced up and down the aisle scooping the sand from our tired eyes. After a brief stop in Akron, during which time all had a hurried snack, we “hopped” back into forma­tion, and our next stopping place was at Rainbow Gar­dens, where breakfast was served. The short stop in Toledo, Ohio, found most of us very restless and very eager to continue our trip to that city of Dearborn, Henry Ford’s city, and * its neigh­bor, the great automobile city of Detroit. When we were well in the state of Michigan we noticed a car beginning to pass us, bearing Ohio license plates, and a big red, white and blue piate on which was painted “JOIN THE VERHOVAY.” It turned out that the driver of the car was none other than Cleveland’s own J. J. Horvath. A lusty cheer met J. J. Horvath’s horn tooting greeting. This little incident was enough to cause a lump tc swell in my throat. Just think of it! Members of two great branches from two great states greeting one another on the open high­way in another state while traveling 50-60 miles an hour. Boy, I am, and I am sure we al are, proud to be members of this great or­ganization. Before we realized it, we arrived at the Greyhound Terminal in Detroit. The next few minutes were busy ones. Powder puffs, combs, etc. were hastily brought in­to play. All of us were on edge. We could hardly wait for 'the bps to stop. Chair­man Albert Jozik and I were the first to alight from the bus, and were promptly “seized” by none other than the one and only Mrs. Jolán Lucas, secretary of Branch 429 and The Ferrett, and President George Kuritar followed a close second. The rest of the members were also warmly welcomed, and soon the members of both branches became “pals.” After a brief tour of the business section of the great city of Detroit, we were rushed in cars to the home of Mrs. Mary Horvath, mother of The Ferret. Mrs. Horvath, ably assisted by Mrs. Michael Kuritar and Mrs. Joseph László, prepared a delicious combination American and Hungarian meal for us. A long trip makes any “critter” hungry, and in record time Mrs. Hor­vath saw the disappearance of her fine food, a la McKees­port style. Albert Jozik cer­tainly made good his promise that he’d “really eat” when he got there, a promise he had made to Mrs. Horvath upon- meeting her at the Cleveland Verhovay Day on August 17th. During the meal, the chief and most amusing topic of conversation center­ed around none other than the identity of Dunmore Bet­ter, that new writer of Branch 395. Mrs. Lucas, The Ferret, tried her best to get Albert Jozik to tell us <who this Dunmore Better is, but Albert, true to his trust, would not budge an inch. Yes, not even Mrs. Lucas’ feminine charms could per­suade him, for Albert, though a ladykiller, is strong-willed and is “strictly masculine,” according to his own words. Incidentally, girls, Albert has never courted a girl! He is an “all-around lover.” After a brief rest we pur­sued ow way to the De­troit Verhovay Day picnic grounds. The picnic was held at Molnár farm, outside the city limits. We were given p warm welcome by our su­preme officers, Supreme Pre­sident Joseph Darago, Su­preme Secretary John Ben­­cze and Supreme Auditor Coloman Revesz, and Direc­tor Macker of the Detroit District. Every member of both branches had a most pleas­ant tftne, and many intro­ductions were made during the course of the afternoon. Toward sundown the 395- ers were treated to dinner. The food at the picnic grounds was very good. This treat was, of course, from Franch 429, and President Kuritar, Secretary Mrs. Lu­cas (The Ferret) and Miss Elvira László worked hard to see that everything ran smoothly. Shortly after dinner we were taken back to Mrs. Horvath’s residence, where plans for the balance of the evening were prepared. Some of us visited Belle Isle and other Detroit points of in­terest, others went to various exclusive cocktail bars. As our departure time drew near, we made the rounds of the Greyhound offices to make certain that everything was in readiness for the long trip home. Finally, we heard those dreaded words zooming over the microphone and an­nouncing the arrival of the bus that was to take us home. From there on it was a mighty sad story. Our de­parture from Pittsburgh was indeed a happy one, but our leaving Detroit was the op­posite. As I looked around I saw regretful faces and some tears from members of both branches, indicating that here was true Verhovay * PATERNALISM. The mem­bers of Branch 429 and Branch 395 in the very few minutes preceding the de­parture set a new world ’•ecord for kisses and em­braces. After all the mem­bers were safely tucked away in the bus, the huge vehicle slowly backed out of its loading zone, slowly pul­led forward and away from the station, while cheer after heer and good-by after good­­by from the dear members of Branch 429 bombarded the soft warm evening ah­oi Detroit. The return home was not quite so boisterous. Most of the members were tired after such a busy day that the soft roll of the big rubber tires soon lulled them to sleep, and then it must be remembered that they were fondling most pleasant me­mories of the good time Branch 429 showed them. Here I wish to state that on our way back, in Akron, Ohio, Elmer Halas tarried too long during our stop there, and was left behind! I suppose he arrived in Httsburgh more than four hours later than we did, but he was not angry, rather amused, for Elmer is a sport of the first water. Our bus pulled to a stop at the Pittsburgh Greyhound Terminal Monday morning at eight o’clock. There we d'spersed, some of us going directly to work and others of the more fortunate class going directly to bed. Our group consisted of twenty-three persons. Although Branch 395 was the official guest of Branch 4^9, members of the other branches and even outsiders attended with us. Working conditions and other ob­stacles prevented more mem­bers of Branch 395 from at­tending. However, we were happy to have with us the other members and the pros­pective members, who were also guests of Branch 429 and guests of the official guests. Those attending were: Branch 395, McKeesport, Pennsylvania: John Sabo, President, Anna Bagi, Re­cording Secretary, Helen Goydan, Auditor, Helen Stip­kovits, Publicity Agent, Al­beit Jozik, Chairman of the event, Helen Ganyu, Ethel Halas, Grace Koos, Theresa Lesnansky, Mary Jane Sabo, Elmer Halas, Robert Varga; Home Office Employees: Mrs. Anna Green and Yo­landa Erdeky, Branch 277, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Ethel Csonka, Branch 285,­­Oakdale, Pennsylvania: Oth­er Branches: Mrs Paul Cson­ka, Branch 285, Oakdale, Pennsylvania, Helen Klein, Branch 277, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, John “Dirk” Fulop, Branch 376, Pitts­burgh, Pennsylvania; . Pros­pective Rfembers: Vilma Po­­gan, Margaret Popach, Jo­seph Bartko, John Kányák, Kenneth Norman. Fraternally, JOHN SABO, President Branch 395 McKeesport, Pennsylvania.--------------O-------------­BRANCH 395 McKeesport, Pa. To begin with the begin­ning, our trip to Detroit started well and finished in­finitely better, in fact a de­tailed report in cold black and white can not fully do it justice. If you would have been in the vicinity of the B. & O. station, Saturday midnight, ’ August 23d, the motley crew of about a dozen young peo­ple would have left you puzzled. At an hour when people usually come home from somewhere, we were just starting out for some­­wnere. However, under Al­bert Jozik’s competent guid­ance (he got his streetcar schedules mixed), we board­ed one of the most decrepit things for Pittsburgh. There, President John Sabo herded together the rest of his flock and dickered with the of­ficials of the bus company about the price of our tickets. Then, about 2:15 we were dumped into a bus, numbered and assigned un­sympathetically to an in­different bus driver, who later warmed up to us but told us not to stand or walk while the bus was in motion and that unnecessary con­versation with the bus driver was frowned upon by the company and, in fact, pro­hibited. He should have said no snoring, because Elmer Halas snores, that is, he did wnen he could sneak in a few winks between bursts of song. The bursts of song were supplied by sister Ethel, who was aided and abetted by ^resident John (who’s a whiz at harmony), Kenneth Norman, straw widower for the day, schoolteacher Helen Ganyu, Ann Bagi and yours truly. They say children are

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