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

1941-11-27 / 48. szám

Page 8 CHILDREN’S PAGE — Continued Verhnvayak Labia. November 27, 1941 “DINKY’S” NOTES New York City tribe along the California coast was peaceful. Inland warring tribes did not mo­lest them. Sometimes, peace­ful tribes would visit them and they spent many pleas­ant days trading brightly­­painted pottery and fancy sea shells. The children en­joyed these visits as much as their elders. They had the opportunity to show their skill in games. There was much excite­ment in Mut Lah-hoy-yah Lah-hoy:yah the day a whale was stranded on the beach. How this incident occurred is told interestingly in the book SALT WATER BOY. Pi-yuck and his little friend, Ah-poke, had many adventures diving for aba­­lones. While under water, the boys did not fail to no­tice the beauty of the sea garden. Life under the sea is described with phrases that read like poetry. Life in the Indian village was very simple. Each in­dividual lived according to ancient laws. The women were busy weaving baskets and making pottery. The men spent much time hunt­ing and fishing. After every hunt and catch, the meat and fish were divided among the families. A feast fol­lowed. Jewelry was considered a necessity. Necklaces of aba­­lone shell were priceless. Pink volcano shells strung on yucca fiber were quite fashionable. The owner of a frog shell pendant wore her jewelry proudly. One day a squall arose while Pi-yuck was out in his boat. His little craft was crushed against the rocks and he was stranded on a small island far out at sea. How he found drinking water on this uninhabitated island and kept a fire burn­ing until his rescue is told. Boys and girls who love adventure will find SALT WATER BOY a book chock full of interest. Pi-yuck is an irresistibly charming boy. Melicent Humason Lee, author of SALT WATER BOY, was born in Connec­ticut. She has traveled much In Central America and Mex­ico. She founded the In­dian Arts League. Her pres­ent home is near the Indian country in California. The story of SALT WATER BOY was taken from the Indians. Leslie W. Lee has done the illustration for SALT WATER BOY. They are true glimpses of the Indian at work and in play. THE SOUTHERN CALI­FORNIA DAILY TROJAN, Los Angeles, California; “The most important work done on this side of the Mississip­pi in the advancement of contemporary literature comes from the Caxton Press up in Idaho.” THE OREGON JOURNAL, Portland, Oregon: “The Caxton Press, Ltd. com­mand attention for crafts­manship and editorial dis­crimination.”--------:o:--------­LITTLE BITS A little bit of sugar Will make my porridge sweet; A little bit of water (And soap) will keep me neat. A little bit of sunshine Will make the daisies grow; A little bit of pencil Will write a book or so. A little bit of candle Will make a pretty light; A little bit of cuddling Will make me fee' all right. A little bit of laughter Will fill me full of glee; While little bits of children Are all the world to me. From When Little Thoughts Go Rhyming By Elizabeth Knobel--------:o:--------­WOMEN’S DIVISION OF BRANCH 361 NOTICE Cleveland, Ohio The next monthly meet­ing will be held on Sunday, December 7, 1941, beginning at 2:00 P. M. Election of officers for 1942 will be held. All the members are ur­gently requested to attend. Fraternally, Mrs. GABRIEL SONKOLY Publicity Agent. Branch 394 On Saturday, November 9, we all attended the Verho­­vay Branch 35 pork supper, where we ate and ate and danced and danced until the wee hours of the morning. Since A1 Ibos’ birthday was to be on Monday, we had Elemer Horosnyi play “Happy Birthday” to him. He certainly was surprised, and more so when we girls went up to kiss him for the happy occasion. He wouldn’t even wipe off the various shades of lipstick. After dancing until three in the morning, we weren’t in much shape to meet the Brunswick team on Sunday. Rather bleary-eyed and shaky in the bean, our boys tried valiantly to beat the Jerseyites. Even with our ‘A’ team encouraging them they couldn’t walk off with even one game. Much teasing went on, with Johnny Part­­mann and Joe Greylock bear­ing the brunt of the jokes. We met some very interest­ing fellows on the Brunswick team, among them A1 Toth. The Jerseyites left right after the game, and the rest of us came up to our house. Gosh, were we hungry! Bowl­ing certainly does give you an appetite! Even if I say so myself, my mom certainly can cook! And I know A1 agrees with me, in fact he put in his order for some more “Hájas Kifli” and “Fánk.” Coming up, Al! Much planning went on for and about the “Szalonna iütés,” and we finally decided we’d all meet in Flushing and head for Alley Pond Park. Each of us was to bring something. I was elect­ed to bring the “Szalonna” and onions! “You’re to bring the coffee, and you bring the frankfurters, and God help you if you forget the marsh­mallows,” and so on into the night (or should I say morning!). NOVEMBER 17 Well, well, well! Received the Journal in the mail this evening and was I surprised! Did I write all that! My goodness! I think I talk too much! Hereafter we make shorter articles. But I guess you all know how it is when you have such an active branch as ours. But on with the results of our outing. Did you ever have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 a. m. and start to dress and pack food for a hike? Well, that’s what we did! All bundled up, in warm sweat­ers, jackets and red woolies, we all met at Helen Part­­mann’s house on Sunday the the 16th, and—you guessed it—the fellows had to play “just one game of football”! So-o-o, it was after ten by the time we actually were on our way. But get there we did, and what a glorious lay it was! Cool but not cold, clear, windy at times, but who cares? Of course, no sooner did we girls manage to get those football heroes of ours out of the cars they ran off for a game, leaving us gals to prepare “all that” food. So, onions were peeled, rolls split, fires started and every thing ready when our “men” returned. The wolves, what gluttons for food! Of course, little me had to drop a couple of hamburgers in the fire, spill that horrid looking mustard Joe Grey­lock bought (what he didn’t do to the marshmallows!). How he can eat ’mallows and “paprikás szalonna” and not get sick is beyond me. Speak­ing of food, we had enough for an army. Too bad all of you weren’t with us. It was after five before we started AND NEED TO BUILD UP RED BLOOD! TAKE HEED if you have all or any one of these symptoms: do you suffer headache, cramps, back­ache, nervousness, weakness, crankiness, distress of “irregulari­ties,” periods of the blues, a bloated feeling-due to functional monthly disturbances? Then start at once — try Lydia Pinkham’s Compound Tablets (with added iron). Pinkham’s Tablets are famous for relieving monthly pain and distress. Thou­sands of girls and women report V___________________ back home, but not before the last wiener was roasted and eaten, and not before another game was played. Al Ibos did all right for him­self, with his “szalonna” and stuff. We started for home, but did we ever get there? No! We all went over to Helen and Johnny Part­­mann’s house and ate some MORE. Let this be a warn­ing to any future Verhovay hostesses: Lock the refrigera­tor and forget where you’ve put the key! Do anything but leave food around, for we’re like an invasion of locusts. However, games were played after we finished. It seemed that we’d just never get home. Why don’t you people throw us out? Don’t you know we never think of leaving? Oh well, it’s ALL VERHOVAY FRA­­TERNALISM, and thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Partmann, for your marvelous hospitality. We’re sorry we put a hole in the new sofa and pulled all the drapes down. Just send the bill for the new carpet to Joe Andorko, and Ernie Nemeth will pay for the dishes he broke (I hope none of you Verhovay ans be­lieve this—it’s all said in fun). Very seriously, thank you for a very enjoyable evening. We’ll be back for more. Wearily but reluctantly we started for home—for good this time—and are now look­ing forward eagerly to Sun­day’s game with our own Team ‘A’, and we’re going to show them up. Until then and always, Fraternally, Margaret “Dinky" Kish, 2084 Grand Avenue Bronx, New York. Here's the New Amazing COUGH MIXTURE From Canada Druggists Report Big Demand Buckley’s CANADIOL Mixture is different­­more effective—faster in action than anything you've ever used. Get a bottle today. Take a couple of doses, Instantly you feel its powerful effective action spread thru throat, head and bronchial tubes. 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I laughed at love, But now the joke’s on me! I never knew that love could be So sweet, and oh! so heavenly! Now that I’m in love, I know I was wrong. I laughed at love until you came along! rYOU GIRLS WHO SUFFER^ Distress From MONTHLY FEMALE WEAKNESS

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