Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1941-11-27 / 48. szám
ENGLISH EDITION SECTION TWO Verhovay Journal VOL. XXIV. / NOVEMBER 27, 1941 NO. 48. Open Letter from Mev / Pittsburgh, Pa. Introducing .. Alexander C. Petho Publicity Agent of Branch 372, Lorain Ohio, writing under the title of ECHOES FROM LORAIN, Alexander C. Petho is another one of the newer writers who are swelling the ranks of out contributors. To the strictly branch news of ECHOES FROM LORAIN, Petho recently added to the article WHERE COAL AND IRON MEET, a story of Lorain. A native of Lorain, the young man is well qualified for the job of publicity agent of Branch 372. Petho is a graduate of Tjae Newspaper Institute of America, New York City, and at —esent is attending a business college. He has won several first prizes in keenly competitive contests in writing essays and articles, and has contributed to the Lorain Journal, a daily newspaper. It may also be added that the branch writer is an accomplished musician. In a letter to the editorial department, young Petho says: ‘’One of my greatest ambitions is to serve the readers of the Verhovay Journal and my Magyar American friends to the best of my capability. If I am able to accomplish this end, I know that íy efforts shall not have been in vain.”--------:o:--------A plant that will be built in Brazil for the production of plastics from coffee will consume about 5,000.000 bags annually. Dear Contributors: I have just put down the most recent issue of the Verhovay Journal and I am determined to write to ask a few things that I’ve wanted to know for a long time. Here are my questions: How do you compose your articles? Do you hunt for paper, any kind of old paper, slap it into a typewriter, place fingers in position, throw back the head and stare into space? Or do you keep your eyes fixed on the little machine? Do you mumble to yourself, frown, grunt and bite your nails, and occasionally chuckle at something you thought was a killer? When a typewriter isn’t available, do you scribble in a messy scrawl and cross out sentences, then write them in exactly as before, muttering, “That’s better!”? Do you read a particularly colorful sentence (or so you thought) to a member of the family or a pal and receive as a reward for your efforts a perplexed face and an “I don’t get it?”? Do you wander from room to room in a semi-trance, or TO OUR CONTRIBUTORS The English Section is published the SECOND and LAST Thursdays of every month, and the Saturdays IMMEDIATELY preceding them are the final dates with the assurance that the articles submitted will appear in the issue for which intended. Contributions intended for the December 11th issue should be in before or on December 6th. No assurance of publication in particular issue can be given for material received after that date. Address contributions to ENGLISH SECTION, VERHOVAY JOURNAL, 345 FOURTH AVENUE, PITTSBURGH, PA. Contributions should be type written, if possible; but handwritten contributions are also acceptable. Typewritten Articles: Use one side of paper only, double space, bring title down about two inches from top and allow about one inch between title and story, let a margin of about one inch on either side and from the bottom. Handwritten Articles: Make handwriting as legible as possible. do you stay at your desk and rock back and forth on the back legs of your desk chair? And do you read the articles of your fellow contributors—I mean the priceless few that contribute for every single issue—and think to yourself, “Well, if he (or she) can write so punctually, don’t see why I can’t,” and then let the time slip by until the next issue when you again renew your vows (that’s I!)? Speaking of the priceless few, I mean, of course, Amelia Nyers, Betty Carol Balega, Margaret Vargo, Albert Steinmetz, The Ferret, John “Dirk” Fulop, A-C-E-S, J. J. Horvath, Irene Balia, and a few others whose names I’ve carelessly omitted but whose forgiveness I beg. And while I’m speaking about these people, I may as well make a few comments (I’m leaving town, anyway, for the holidays). The poetry of Amelia Nyers is the real thing. It is my hope that some day she will receive the publicity and acknowledgment that she so well deserves ... I have heard tell of the magnetic personality of The Ferret, but I didn’t have to hear it to know it, because her personality charges her columns ... Betty Carol Balega has me stumped. I can’t understand where she gets all that ambition. Makes me feel twice as lazy as I really am—and that’s bad! Not only has she ambition but she puts her ideas on paper very nicely... John “Dirk” Fulop, or shall I call him G. B. Shaw?—anyway, that lad can write, which is no discovery to my credit. (Aside to these people just mentioned: Of course, you understand there is a nominal fee involved for the above mentions.)/ I’ll say adios for now, fellow contributors. Oh yeah, another thing, if you have methods of writing other than I’ve mentioned, write to tell me, will you? Address your letters to Mr. Jozik who will, I am sure, be kind Thanksgiving You will probably only glance at the title of this and that’s about all, —-saying, “Oh, well, Thanksgiving Day was over last week.” No—Thanksgiving is never over. We should give thanks to our Lord on all days, just as He imparts innumerable gifts and blessings to us daily, not just once a year. Now, more than ever before, we have much to be grateful for. “I am thankful for America” sums up everything— our LIFE, LIBERTY, and PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS; Our HOMES where love dwells, where we find comfort and rest at the end of the day; The CHURCH of our choice where we can worship according to the dictates of our conscience; SCHOOLS whose doors are open to the rich and poor alike, which teach the people how to lead a more happy and useful life; Our FRIENDS with whom we share our joys and grief; The height of the mountains—the lowness of the valleys; the peace and solitude of the country—the roar and din of the city. All these surround us every day. — Let’s learn to be thankful for them. Let us appreciate our America, its Flag, and all that it stands for. Each day as we watch the flag rise gloriously over our schools into the sunrise-tinted heavens, let us bow our heads in reverence and ponder upon our rich blessings, and from Whom they come. Thus we will make every day a Thanksgiving Day. IRENE VARGO Branch 312 Idamay, W. Va. enough to turn them over to me. Fraternally, MEV. AID AT HAND America is a land of travelers. The wanderlust is firmly imbedded in our national character. The typical American wants to go places and see things, and he does en every possible occasion. We Americans, as a result, have the finest transportation plant in the world. The number of motor cars we possess, for instance, is the ery/y and wonder of other peoples. A car is a rich man’s luxury in most countries—here it is an ordinary man’s necessity. The great bulk of Americans do all their traveling at home. One unfortunate consequence of this vast amount of motor travel is our high accident rate. We skid into ditches. We hit other cars. We run over pedestrians. We collide with trains. The result is hundreds of thousands of jnjuries each year. But in spite of the carelessness of the American citizen, he gets a break in the form of the finest and most comprehensive medical service the world knows. No matter how remote the area, the chances are that a doctor can be on the scene of an accident within a few minutes. And he will be a capable doctor, who will go quietly and swiftly and efficiently about the job of treating wounds and doing whatever else is necessary. Outstanding medical technique is the rule, not the exception, in this land of ours. There is a qualified physician in this country for each 767 people, - on the average. That is a higher proportion than in any other nation. Whether you’re in a big city or a tiny village or driving through the open country, you can be sure a doctor isn’t far-away. He’s ready to serve if the need arises. And it may be that he 'wall save your life.-----------O----------According to studies made by a Yale University professor automobile drivers in their forties have the lowest accident rate.
