Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)
1943-03-25 / 12. szám
Page 8 March 25, 1943 Verhovayak Lapja Children’« Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS li IA O A Trip One morning Elsa, Jed and Kiao learned that Father was preparing to maice a trip to the north country, to buy furs from the Indians. “Father!” Jed cried, excitedly. “May we go with you?’’ “Please, Uncle Bill, let us go with you!” Kiao pleaded. “Mother, couldn’t we go with Father?” Elsa asked. “But—you must go to school,” she answered. ‘‘Miss Mason will excuse us. I know she will,” Jed said. “Well—” began Father doubtfully. “Please!” the children entreated. He stepped to the phone and called the school teacher. “Miss Mason, Mr. Barbour speaking. The children want to go with me into the north country. We will be gone three days. Of course, they want to make up their school work when they return.” “In that case, I think the trip will do the children a lot of good,” Miss Mason said. “Thank you,” Father said, and hung up the receiver. “What did she say?” Elsa asked, eagerly. He repeated the teacher’s message. “Oh!” Kiao said, overwhelmed with joy. “Mother will have to come, too.” Father said. They hastily made preparations for a three day journey. Then they drove over the frozen snow-covered road to the lake. Pine trees along the road-side were so heavily-covered with snow they looked like huge white cones. There was a tang of winter in the air. “There’s the Blue Star!” K ao cried, as they rounded a turn in the road and came in full view of Mr. Barbour’s ship. They went aboard ship, and the children watched while Pete loosened the anchor from the bottom of the lake and then wound the cable on the capstan. The vessel began to move slowly over Lake Blue Point. Ice floating on the surface of the water slowed down the Blue Star. “We have. a long journey ahead,” Mr. Barbour said, leading the way to the capto the North Country tain’s quarters. “And we must keep warm.” When the boat crossed the lake and was securely tied up to the shore, the Barbours and Kiao came to the deck. Several men came on board and helped Pete and another man carry small boats off the Blue Star. They placed the canoes, paddles and provisions on a truck. The Barbours and Kiao got into a car and drove north, while Pete and his man followed in the truck. They drove several hours without stopping. The wind blew sharply, but the occupants in the car and truck kept warm.. Heavy blankets were wrapt around their knees. They came to a small river and stopped. The canoes and paddles were taken off the truck and placed at the water’s edge. “Jed and Kiao, help me gather sticks of timber, and I’ll build a fire,” Father said. The boys quickly gathered the wood, and he built a fire. Then Mrs. Barbour warmed stew in a kettle over the flames. She brewed coffee for the men, and opened a thermos bottle and poured warm milk into glasses for the children. The scant meal was eaten quickly, for the wind was sharp and cold. Soon they were on their way, paddling down the icy river. Elsa and Mother were in the same canoe with Mr. Barbour; Kiao helped Pete with the oars in the second boat; while, Jed assisted the man with the paddles in the third boat. The boys enjoyed their work, until their arms grew tired. But they continued their work cheerfully, and didn’t say a word about their aching arms. Late in the afternoon they reached their destination. The canoes approached the snowy beach and the men leaped out and pulled the boats on shore. The children were tired, hungry and cold and very glad they were near the end of their journey. “There’s Joe’s cabin!” Mr. Barbour said. “The second one from the right!” He led the way a short distance into the woods, where a number of log cabins stood. Pete and his man followed with the provisions. Smoke curled from the chimneys of the huts and trailed into the sky. Mr. Barbour knocked on the door of the cabin that belonged to Joe Cloud, an old Indian, who lived alone. “Welcome!” the Indian cried, after he had opened the door and saw the Barbour party. “Hello, Joe!” Mr. Barbour exclaimed. “How are you?” “Joe Cloud fine!” the old Indian said. “I always stay at Joe’s cabin when I come to the north country to- buy furs,” Father said. While Mrs. Barbour prepared the evening meal, the men swapped yarns and the children gathered round them, wide-eyed with wonder. “Tomorrow the children can get acquainted with Amy and George, my sister’s children,” the Indian said, his eyes shining as the Children’s. (To be continued).-----------V----------Says - - -.JOE CSÍKOS (The following poems tell the truth, believe it or not; us boys ought to know.) Multiplication, dry measure, Arithmetic is no pleasure. Adjectives, pronouns, nouns, Language brings frowns. Five times five, subtract five, Divide by four, you have five. * * * I like ice cream very much, But the war says no; 'Cause we have other uses for milk; So I'll buy defense stamps to beat the foe. Once we had ice cream, But now we don’t; Buy defense stamps and bonds, Don’t say you won’t. Heil, Hitler, no, no! We won’t do so, For liberty we love, No Nazi symbol to fly above. * * * Mister: Have any luck on your fishing trip? Jister: Yep. Didn’t have to row the boat once. ’ * * * Medical Officer: Got any scars on you? Nervous Recruit: No, sir, but got some cigarettes, if you want any. * * * Judge (in dentist chair): “Do you swear to pull the tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth?” Joe Csikós Going on 13 Br. 91, Akron, Ohio. RESOLUTION If you’ve any task to do, Let me whisper, Friend, to you, Do it. If you’ve anything to say, True and needed, yea or nay, Say it. If you've anything to love As a blessing from above, Love it. If you’ve anything to give That another’s joy may live, Give it. If some hollow creed you doubt, Though the whole world hoot and shout, Doubt it. If you know which torch to light, Guiding others through the night, Light it. If you’ve 'any debt to pay, Rest you neither night or day, Pay it. If you’ve any joy to hold, Next your heart, lest it gets cold, Hold it. If you’ve any grief to meet, At your loving Father’s Feet, Meet it. If you’re given light to see, What a child of God should be, See it. Whether life be bright or drear, There’s a message sweet and clear, Whispered down to every ear, Hear it. Sent in by Mary Ethel Csikós Br. 91, Akron, Ohio. Christine Zita Rydzinski This young lady is 1 year and 6 months old. She is a Verhovay member since she was born and holds a certificate of $1,000 of the H-J Class in the Juvenile Branch 132. She is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Marcel Rydzinski, of 1615 South Arnold Street, South Bend, Indiana. Her father is a member of Branch 434. We hope that her mother will join soon. March March comes in so bold and free; The wind is strong across the lea, With shriek and scream and angry shout, Then turning around and blowing about. Away the children go outdoors, And dance o’er the lea, for March wind lures Boys and girls; they answer the call For March is a gay month after all. Hear the wind howl through the trees; Not at all a gentle breeze; The wild laughter is music sweet And rhytmical in its beat. Although March is cold and chilly, And capricious winds are often silly; We sing a song for March does bring, The lovely season of joyous Spring! Your Dollars help m mate possible the AMERICAN + RED CROSS
