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

1941-10-30 / 44. szám

Page 2 October 30, 1941 Verhova vale Labra SMOKE RINGS FROM YOUNGSTOWN - BRANCH 364 Well, dear fellow mem­bers, I’m afraid I’ve been neglectful of my self-ap­pointed task, for I failed to submit my' manuscript for last month’s edition of our Journal. However, to make amends, I intended, in good faith, to submit two articles this month as compensation, one for the first edition of the month, which appeared on October 9th. But alas! my contribution did not make the deadline, so was promptly returned by bro­ther Jozik for revision. I was mortified for I honestly knew better, but I had been hopeful of a miracle that did not come about since our dear editor is not Super­man. Ouch! did I just hear him call me a couple of so­­and-so unprintable fools? I readily forgive him; he is justified. Consequently, I have learned a moral from this little episode. My only excuse for last month’s omission is the miserable sniffles which drained my vitality, as well as sundry de­mands on my time which were positively unavoidable. I’m going to try not to let it happen again. We wound up our summer activities with our yearly corn roast on September 9th at the Rendes homestead where, as usual, everything was in readiness for us. Con­trary to our previous outing, this evening turned out to be balmy, with a scintillat­ing harvest moon for an ideal setting. There was a soft breeze blowing, but which nevertheless was dis­concerting to some of the members who happened to be gathered on the wrong side of the fire; the wind billowed columns of smoke right smack into their faces! We all felt particularly lazy this night for some inexplic­able reason, so the evening passed very quietly, much to the consternation of “Dag­­wood” Handel who is always overflowing with energy and manages to get into some dandy predicaments as the result. By the way, folks, Handel is in line for con­gratulations, and he’s pass­ing out cigars. He is the proud papa of a bouncing baby boy. Mummy and baby are enjoying excellent health, while “Dagwood” is “con­valescing” nicely. This was one occasion when our Prez Brogley got home without having sat in some mustard, to the great satisfaction of the missus. What a distinctive corn roast this turned out to be! Strange things how con­spicuous the ears of corn were by their very absence. Everyone seemed to show preference for that great American delicacy, the exalt­ed hot dog. I saw just one person make a half-hearted attempt to roast some corn, the result of wrhich is un­known to me. During the early part of the evening, Frank Horvath and Mrs. Rendes took pic­tures of the groups with their movie cameras (they are ardent movie camera fans), and Frank has pro­mised to show us the results at a future meeting. We are quite eager to observe how we look to the camera and learn whether we are photo­genic or otherwise! I sus­pect we’ll be in for a few surprises! Later on, Frank showed moving pictures he had taken at the National Verhovay Day in Cleveland, as well as others taken in black and white and techni­color of the Vindicator News­boys and American Legion parades, our new and magni­ficent municipal airport, and a number of aeroplane flights, plus some gorgeous scenes of Lake Newport. An­other member, whose name has temporarily slipped my memory, also a movie camera enthusiast, showed a num­ber of reels in technicolor, depicting his fishing trip on a river in the Canadian wilds, particularly the Moon Lake district. These proved very interesting, and the photography was remark­able, as were those shown by Frank and Mr. Rendes. We observed the fishing party moving down the river, grown so thick with reeds that there was barely room for the boat to get through. We also saw part of their catch, so in this instance their fish tales can be proven authentic, except for the ones that got away. The Rendes family added to these by showing several reels in color of a wedding, scenes from the Campbell Hunga­rian Day, and a mock wed­ding that the Campbell Hungarian Ladies’ Club staged on their lawn. Mrs. Rendes was a sensation on the reel, appearing as a “cigány prímás” in an old tattered suit, disreputable hat, with an ancient fiddle chucked under her chin, and sawing away for dear life! We opened our bowling season last month. The reg­ular girls’ team, formed last year, joined a tough league, so I am told. They are bowling at the Champion Alleys and played against their first opponents of the season on September 26th. I did not obtain the results of the match. However, the girls would appreciate the presence of a bevy of faith­ful rooters on these occa­sions. The men’s team is coming along, too, and a second team was organized for them at our October meeting. The second girls’ team has had its first prac­tice at the Grand Alleys and are showing great promise. Their night for bowling has been set for each Friday. Our regular monthly meeting held on October 14th was uneventful. A new member, Miss Irene Sohaj­­da, was admitted to our ranks and presented to the members. We welcome her with open arms and hope she will take keen interest in our doings and partici­pate in all our activties. We need more members who are up and doing and who are willing to share in the work as well as the fun. Af­ter having dispensed with the old business, a motion was voted upon and un­animously accepted that the branch have a real, honest­­to-goodness party at St. Stephen’s Home after a brief business meeting next month. Mrs. John Barkó has graciously offered to furnish the sandwiches and cake on this occasion in ce­lebration of her wedding anniversary. We sincerely appreciate her generosity. We only wish we had about a hundred members like Mrs. Barkó. There will be music and dancing for those so inclined, and liquid re­freshments for the thirsty folks. Joe Nagy has promised to furnish the phonograph and records for dancing, if musicians are unavailable. The party has all the as­pects of being quite a shin­dig, so be sure not to miss it. Members may bring one or two friends if they wish. Prez Brogley mentioned something about an elimina­tion contest among the Ver­hovay bowling team through out the country. Since Youngstown and Pittsburgh are most centrally located, the contest will take place in either of these cities, and I, being a Youngstowner, naturally hope our city will be selected for this elimina­tion. I want to pay tribute to one who numbered among the most important citizens of our community, was the most outstanding among us Magyars, who played a lead­ing role in our local and national organization. We suffered an irreplacable loss at the untimely passing of our great leader and bene­factor, Ernest N. Nemenyi, who died on September 27th. His activities in civic, reli­gious and fraternal affairs are far too many to enumer­ate. But in spite of his pro­minence and keen intellect I never knew him to be other than a very modest individual. I can say truth­fully that he could readily be considered the Hunga­rian counterpart of Abraham Lincoln. He was never too busy to exchange a few words with even the lowliest, and his advice and services were sought by the mightiest personages in matters of the utmost importance. His opinions and assistance were sought by our Chamber of Commerce, steel executives and industrialists, politicians —men in all walks of life— and in spite of tremendous demands upon him, they always found him reliable and ready to lend his aid, although he had a crowded schedule, what with his duties as political and finan­cial editor of the Vindicator, and the editing of our local Hungarian weekly, the “Amerikai Magyar Hírlap,” which paper did not even net him an income, on which he merely “broke even”; but his proud, dauntless Hun­garian spirit kept it going when other foreign news­papers in our city become extinct. Up to the very last moment of his life he was battling for the recognition of our city’s dire need for a canal, and several days be­fore his death had dictated and article which he had hoped to present before the Rivers and Harbors Com­mittee at Washington, D. C., in behalf of this important waterway, on September 30th. His death prevented the fulfillment of his great­est wish, but on that day his article was read before this Committee. His argu­ment was very effective and the project had the full support of the Army engin­eers. The last report stated that it was passed by the House. May God grant that Mr. Nemenyi’s final efforts be not in vain. We have lost a great man and a great Hungarian leader. But the greatest loss was suffered by his wife, Anna Ress Ne­menyi, who had suffered a bereavement less than a year ago at the death of her brother, Joseph Ress, and his two children, Ann and Ernest. We offer Mrs. Ne­menyi our profound sympa­thies. Another bereavement oc­­cured in our midst recently. Mrs. Frank Horvath lost her father, Charles Lakatos. Our sincerest sympathies to the family. HEADLINE NEWS: Julia Miglets, who was a patient at North Side Hospital, is feeling O. K., and was back with us Tuesday, I am happy to say. I also want to take this opportunity to thank our editor, Mr. Jozik, for en­lightening me on the clim­atic conditions in sunny California. Fraternally, THE SILHOUETTE, Publicity Agent.--------------O-------------­TO FELICIA Little Felicia, it is again Halloween and your tiny friends are tapping at my window. They want candy and fruit and nuts and goodies, but most of all, they want me to ask in awed tones, “Now who can this be?” They will squeal de­lightedly when I mistake Ned for Jim or Alice for Peg, and will storm over my threshold with excited cries of “We fooled you! We fooled you!” But Felicia, you will not come skipping over my tres­­hold with yellow curls bobb­ing underneath some fetch­ing costume cap. You will not cling to my hand and ask with eyes dancing from merriment: “Where are the cakes, oh where are the cakes?” I will have to take great pains to praise them equally. Children are so sensitive, you taught us that. Later per­haps, I can privately think to myself that Jim’s home­made jack-o’-lantern grinned in a way that only home­made lanterns can—and that no amount of disguising could ever change or hide Peg’s freckled face. Will they speak of you? Oh, I hope not! I could not bear to hear lips that once gleefully shouted your name now speak in hushed tones of regret. Your friends are rapping impatiently. I must answer their knock. O Felicia, Feli­cia, we miss you so! —MEV. * * * MARGARET VARGO: Your proposal of an amalgama­tion of initials sounds in­teresting. But don't you think you are taking a risk because my name might turn out to be Mahomet Ezra Virgil, or some other such nightmare? Anyway, so glad you like my poems. —MEV. ARTHRITIS Don’t despair of relief from terrible Arthri­­tis aches or pains. The NEW Colloidal Iodized Sulphur capsules called SULPHO-KAPS often bring wel­come relief in Arthritis due to Sulphur de­ficiency. Small daily cost. 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