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

1941-10-09 / 41. szám

^ge 2________________________Verhovayali Lapja of Rights, as well as in the third point of the joint declaration of President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill, wishing to “see sovereign rights and self­­government restored to those who have been forcibly deprived of them.” We solemnly declare that the Hungarian nation is not responsible for the policies and acts of its present government whose decisions are obviously subject to Nazi pressure. Therefore, regardless of the attitude of the Hun­garian government, we pledge ourselves to fight for a Hungary, sovereign within, independent without. We must act without delay! Therefore, we have formed an Executive Committee to lead the fight for “Independent Hungary.” We have done so after mature consideration of Hungary’s vital interests, fully conscious of the responsibilities which we assume and in response to the unanimous demand of patriotic Hungarian masses awaiting our call everywhere. HUNGARIAN NATIONALS LIVING IN FREE COUNTRIES! We now call upon you to organize im-THE 376 HERALD (Prop, and Ed., JOHN “DIRK” FULOP) mediately the movement for “Independent Hungary” in order to unite in each country all Hungarians professing these ideals. CITIZENS OF FREE COUNTRIES WHO ARE OF HUNGARIAN DESCENT! We now call upon you to create within the laws and policies of each country your own organization to endorse and support the movement for “Independent Hungary.” HUNGARIANS WHEREVER YOU LIVE IN SUB­JUGATED EUROPE! We now fight for you, for your liberation! We are certain of your approval and con­fident of your support. This fight for freedom shall be continued until the Independence of Hungary and the constitutional liberties of her people have been completely restored. So help us God! TIBOR ECKHARDT, President of the Executive Committee “Independent Hungary.” New York, N. Y., on the 27th day of September in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-one. A-C-E-S (A Verhovay Member) Sept 21, 1941 Corp. Casey, A. P. O. No. 29, 176th F. A. Dear Tom, Has Sen. Ickes declared a shortage of postage stamps, or are you too busy telling the general how to run the Army, or have you lost your fountain pen in a crap game, or why the heck haven’t you written? I have been patient­ly awaiting a letter from you since July 4th. And by the way, speaking of you playing dice, I have written a song (with the help of Irving Berlin) which I am dedicating to you. It bears the entitlement of “From 'Craps’ Till Reveille.” The old town is really torn up, especially along Perry and Smithfield, and most especially along Du­­quesne Way where they are building up the river bank as they did along Water St. They are progressing so well that even the Republicans are happy. When you get home you won’t know the place. Hard by the Allegheny and Monongahela are new cement wharves, and “ye olde and scenic” Ohio is teeming with supplies neces­sary to our defense. I was on my vacation re­cently and among very many other things I went trout fishing. I caught a rainbow trout which a cat ate when I wasn’t looking. All he left was the bones, but he is lucky though because he is the only one I know that found the end of the rain­bow. The other day I knocked off work long enough to take a couple of examinations. I wanted to pass the one and fail the other. I did. But whether Fate reared its ugly head, or the cruel hand of Destiny had a part in it, or whether it was just a boot in the pants from Provi­dence, I don’t know, but the test I wanted to pass I failed, and vice “worsa.” Well, to clear up this mystery, here’s what hap­pened: My local draft board, God bless it, instructed me to take a physical examina­tion at a local doctor’s of­fice, and while I was off work I thought I would go out and take my drivers’ test. Now do you under­stand? Of course I flunked my drivers’ test, and on my fourth learner’s permit, too. The Govt, must have got tired sending me letters be­cause all I got from them was a card which read: “You are instructed to report for physical examination...” So I went to take it. I was examined from head to foot (not flat either, dog­gone it!). Each time the M. D. would examine some­thing else on me he would smile and say, “Nothing wrong yet,” and he was happy. When he was all done he said, “You’ll make a fine soldier. Ha!” He had a unique way of testing my eyesight. He held up a cartoon from “Esquire” and told me to read the caption under it. He said this was a foolproof test for would-be draft dodgers. Well, after making me cough, poking me in the chest, pounding my stomach, tickling my toes, hitting my knees with a hammer, mak­ing me bend over repeatedly, and then draining a gallon of blood out of my arm, he said that I was in perfect physical condition. I went home and fainted quietly. When I came to, I went out to take a drivers’ test. The policeman who tested me was an old grouch, for he flunked me. I drove O. K., except that I tried to start with the key “off” and the emergency brake on, and Hello, folks, this is your old gas station at the corner of Windy Street, ringing the gong, announcing the latest news tidbits. What with the high wind we had down here in Pennsylvania the other day, quite a bit of dirt came my way, uncalled for and entirely unappreci­ated. Seems that most every speck of dirt that floats passes up something like 130 let the clutch out too fast and pushed the brake in the same way, and maybe I “stalled” once or twice, but that was no reason to fail me, was it? What I think may have done it was the questions he asked me. He asked me to “stop” and “go” respectively, also respectfully. Then he asked me what a “yellow” light meant. I told him that was a signal to hurry up and beat the red light. I wondered why he looked at me so strangely. I stopped in the corner drug store the other day to get a little exercise on the pin ball game, and the boys asked about you, especially Pat, who wants your address. Do you owe him money, too? Well, I got another letter from the draft board in­structing me to take my final physical examination on the 30th, so I’ll be in the Army soon, I guess. Or like the guy who just got a haircut: “It won’t be long now!” But this letter is getting too long. If I don’t hurry and finish it I will be draft­ed and will probably see you before this letter does. Say hello to the general for me and ask him to save a nice easy job for me. Thanks in advance. Your pal, “DIRK.” million pairs of eyes to settle in mine, in spite of the fact that I wear windshields. Oh well, it’s an evil wind that blows no good. One of the street cleaners that I was watching had quite a holiday giving the heavier pieces of paper a slight push so the wind would carry them off his beat. Clever people. In spite of the fact that 1 once castigated about re­commending something to another person, I want to say that one picture worth while seeing is “Blossoms in the Dust,” really a master­piece of dramatic (cinemat­ic) art. Included in the pic­ture are pathos, humor, satire and real honest-to­­goodness facts from life. Quite appealing, isn’t it? They’re tearing up the road that I used to use on my way to work. Seemed rather desolate for a while, then all of a sudden steam shovels, bulldozers, road patrols, rollers and trucks appeared, and the hustle and bustle of advancing civilization was on. Too, it’s really remarkable how quick­ly things are done. There seems to be no visible waste of motion or energy. How lonely is the sound of clacking heels on a deserted street, to see the lengthen­ing shadow as the walker nears a light, then hurriedly scoots back to the human being as in fear of the com­ing darkness, then, all you hear is the clack ... clack ... clack as the sound diminish­es and finally fades out en­tirely. Somewhere in the darkness you hear the wind sighing in the trees—and all is silence. When that time comes, we know it is closing time for the old gas station down on the corner, and with a big yawn we turn out the lights and say, “Good night, folks, see you in two more weeks.” October 9, 1941 LETTER TO THE SUPREME PRESIDENT Shreveport, La. Sept. 28, 1941 Dear President Darago: This is being written In the field. We are defending Shreve­port against the Blue Army. They are not very far away as our outposts have already fired on their scouts. Their planes are overhead, bomb­ing the roads with little bags of flour. I have just received the Verhovay gift and I want to thank you for it. Sure is swell for the boys to get something like that while they are out in the field, x For the past three weeks our company has been very busy. This is the first full day’s rest we've had. We are an engineer outfit, and they depend on us to repair and maintain roads and bridges, also to simulate destroying the bridges in an advance to the rear. Just got thru blowing up all bridges within an area of 75 miles, Not only do we have to do engineering work but wé have to support the infantry^ Our real enemy is not the Blues, but the chiggers and snakes are. I believe our regiment holds the recoid for killing snakes. As q Chicago paper had it, in one night we killed. 370 copper­heads and 8 rattlers before we were able to pitch a tent. After that we took to the air, meaning we made ham­mocks out of our bed sacks; I wonder how many mem­bers of Branch 37 in Chicago are in service? That is my branch. I receive the Journal re­gularly. Sometimes it is the only one here. Then it makes the rounds of the entire company. I’ll have to close now. We are going to try to find a stream to take a bath. II we don’t it’ll mean another paid bath. Fraternally yours, Cpl. Steve Reihel, ' Co. D, A. P. O. 33 108 Engineers (Combat) Camp Robinson, Arkansas., Getting Up Nights H akes Many Feel OEd Do you feel older than yon are or ruffe» from Getting Up Nights, Backache, Nervous« ness, Leg Pains, Dizziness, Swollen Anklet, Rheumatic Pains, Burning, scanty or fre­quent passages? If so, remember that you* Kidneys are vital to your health and that these symptoms may be due to non-organlo and non-systemlc Kidney and Bladder trou­ble»—In such cases CY8TEX (a physician’« prescription) usually givesprompt and loy­­ous relief by helping the Kidneys flush outi poisonous excess acids and waste«. You hava everything to gain and nothing to lose ia trying Cystex. An Iron-clad guarantee wrapped around each package assures a re­fund of your money on return of empty package unless fully satisfied. Don’t taka chances on any Kidney medicine that ia not guaranteed. Don’t delay. Get Oyetea 4T% A <81ss-tex) from you» ■ druggist today. Only w 91rVA »s*■. The ku** tartat W Mill CMeeM Itfotcctc you.

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