Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)

1943-03-25 / 12. szám

VOL. XXVI. MARCH 25, 1943 NO. 12

A Soldier’s Best Friend

To every soldier there comes a time,

When things get plenty rough;

A time when he’d like to stop and whine:

“I’ve had about enough!

I’m dirty, hungry, tired and lame,

And many miles from home;

Why must we play this ruthless game;

Why do I have to roam?”

What can you do at times like that?

Without a friend to call,

When life seems cruel and the future black — Like being behind a wall;

But you have a friend whom you do not know,

Nor do you know his name;

And no matter where you chance to go He’ll always be the same;

He’s with our troops in every land,

Even Guadalcanal;

He’s there to give a helping hand,

When things aren’t going well;

He’s not “high-class”, though an officer —

Nor is he seeking fame;

He heard the call of our Saviour —

That’s how and why he came

In far off lands, at home, on ship, in port

Or wherever you may go,

If you want a friend of the truest sort Your Chaplain’s the man to know.

MARGARET TOTH,

Br. 389, Perryopolis, Penna.

(ireate§l Post-Graduate Course in World

WIND - MUSIC

By KATHRYN RAW

A short time ago, the American Medical Association held its annual meeting in an eastern city. Despite gasoline rationing, more than 8,000 physicians from all sections of the country attended. And that meeting was of importance to all the American people because it was a symbol of this country’s preeminence in medical progress.

Doctors didn’t come there for amusement. They came to listen, to learn, to see to — “talk shop.” Six or eight motion picture theatres were in operation, showing medical films. There were special assembly halls for lectures, and scientific demonstrations were given on diabetes, heart disease, etc. Visitors from other nations expressed continous amazement at the scope of the

display. As one authority put it, the scientific exhibit was “the greatest postgraduate training course ever assembled anywhere in the world.

In war time, a meeting such as that takes on more than ordinary importance. Doctors discussed the advances that are being made in war medicine — in treating patients suffering from horrible wounds. They discussed how the civilian population may be adequately served at a time when thousands of doctors are being called from private practice into uniform. These are problems that affect us all.

American medicine holds and will maintain world leadership. And in the hard years ahead, it will do more for suffering mankind than it ever did before.

Have your bucket ready

The United States has been shelled by enemy warships. It is completely possible that, before long, the United States rflay be attacked from the skies. And if those attacks come, fire bombs of one kind or another will be one of the principal weapons used. Unless this country is ready to deal with fire on an unprecedented scale, disastrous damage to our homes our factories and our farms will be inevitable.

In connection with this, James M. Landis, Director of the Office of Civilian Defense, recently said: “Obviously the first thing that is apparent is that firefighting forces of every city have to be enormously expanded. Recruiting, training of auxiliary firemen, and the re-training of existing forces, are thus a mandatory obligation of every community in the vast target areas of this country. And this program cannot wait. It must not only be begun, but be completed now... We dare not wait sourly and delayingly for new equipment to roll off the production line and blame delays which we can avoid upon delays that are beyond our power to control.”

In many localities, volunteer auxiliary fire-fighting organizations were started with enthusiasm long ago. Then that enthusiasm was slowly lost, and at the present time the effort has bogged down. And that is precisely what our enemies want. They aren’t going to tell us when they will attack, or where. They will depend upon surprise — and an ill-prepared nation would be an easy victim.

Every house should be a fire house. That simply means that all the people should be ready to combat fire whenever and wherever it strikes. We must prepare thoroughly. Every day brings the time of possible attack closer,

Listen, listen to the song I bring you from the realm of anothér world. I am the wind, accustomed to high altitudes; and, you, child of the earth, can attain the loftiest pinneacle, if you breathe the rarefied air. I am the voice of the spirit; let your soul become intoxicated with the delight of my music; it is sweet, and transcends any delightful sound you have yet heard. Let me forever enchant your happiest dreams with music so sublime, that you will have knowledge of me in your wakened state.

Come with me on an adventure into that world of beautiful sound, where there are no discords; but only patterns of harmonious melody. Come, take part in that great adventure, let your imagination rise beyond the earthly sphere, and carry you into a world of melodic simplicity. /

I am a lover, and I whisper platonic subtilities only for your soft shell-pink ear. Listen. 1 sing to you of love in a voice sweet and gentle as celestial music; for my language is enhanced with the beauty of music.

I come from distant places; and breathe a fragrance perfumed with the sweet odors of many flowers; and bring you the soft singing of the sea, as it gently caresses the golden sands of a far-away shore.

And when the earth is hushed, and the moon has ascended her

The charge that oil companies have deliberately blocked the production of artificial rubber for mercenary reasons is an example of political buckpassing of the worst type.

One of the largest oil companies recently stated categorically that it “supports and will fight for just one program for the production of synthetic rubber. That is, whatever program the government adopts to give our nation the most rubber in the shortest time, from any raw material whatsoever, and with the least possible drain on vital construction materials”. That is the policy of the industry generally.

What has delayed the synthetic rubber program

midnight throne, wearing the purple gown of night, sprinkled with a million stars of sparkling gold, I come again, and tell secrets of eternity. The moon is glorious, mysterious, and weaves us dreams, which we are to share when she has faded in the- pale dawn, and the dew-crowned roses that climb your trellis, are kissed by the morning sun. I come to you again, when the sun has risen high in the heaven, arid I sing my song of love eternal.

While you wander through the fields, do you hear my soft whisper among the thin leaves of the gaunt trees? I stand where you have stood on the grasscarpet, and walk beside you, when you walk through the woods so dear to you, and watch while you gaze at the familiar surroundings. You stand still a moment, as though listening intently to some poignant sound. Is it my music you are hearing? I come near to you and caress your velvet cheek, and the gentle touch brings a smile to your lips, and your eyes grow bright with the light from inside. Are you remembering dreams—dreams in which you found all the world’s happiness complete? I contain all the world’s dreams come true — take my dreams — they are yours to keep forever!

I am the wind — I am a lover — I make my music for you alone!

is inexcusable political manhandling. Bureau after bureau has stuck its finger into the pie. The public has been fed one conflicting opinion after another. Only recently has any order come out of the chaos — and only recently has any real start toward solving the problem been made.

Whether synthetic rubber can best be made from petroleum, grain alcohol or anything else is a chemical problem, not a political problem. The oil industry, like the rest of the country, wants results. Its interest, like the interest of all of us, lies in getting tires in the shortest possible time, irrespective of the process used to manufacture them.

What We Want Is Tires