Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)
1943-08-26 / 35. szám
August 26, 1943 Branch 96 — Chicago, III. Verhovayák Lapja_______________ Says JOE CSIKÓS -Page 7 News about members of our Branch. First of all, New Arrivals: Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Krumrei are the proud parents of a baby girl, Theresa Elizabeth, born June 15, at St. Francis Hospital, in Blue Island. By the way, she is my favorite niece, (the only niece I have.) The Krumrei’s have a six year old son, Arthur, Jr., who is quite proud of his baby sister. Mr. and Mrs. Julius Chehy became parents of a 7 lb. 4 oz. baby boy, Raymond Arnold, born July 28th at the Roseland Community Hospital. He is the nephew of Irene Bankó, president of Verhovay Ladies Auxiliary. The Chehy’s have another son, Ronald Thorpe, one and one half years old. Mr. and Mrs. Louis Kadar are the parents of a baby girl, Nancy Lee, born June 21st, at St. Luke’s Hospital. This is the Kadar’s third daughter. All the above mentioned new arrivals are Verhovay members. Branch 96 joins me in wishing the parents, the babies and their ' sisters and brothers all the luck and happiness in the world. Mrs. John Matanyi and Mrs. Norris Fields recently parted with their tonsils; and we are quite sure they don’t miss them. Mrs. Marie Ross, mother of the only pair of twins Branch 96 boasts of, Barbara and Beverly, and a son, Neal, recently underwent a very serious operation at Holy Cross hospital, one of the last Dr. Dick performed before entering Military Service. According to latest reports, Mrs. Ross is well on the road to recovery. Eight additional names and stars were recently added to our Honor Roll Service Flag, bringing the total to thirty-four. They are: Elmer and Helen Feleki, Leo Martonosi, Frank Meier, George Opalko, William Sepessy, John Mikula and Henry Kardalos. Since these names were placed on the Honor Roll, six more members have been called to the colors: Steve and Joseph Toth, Joseph Konyar, Joseph Meier, Albert Roberts and Dr. Andrew A. Dick, who was examining physician, has been commissioned Captain in the United States Martin A. Domokas, Jr. Sgt. Martin A. Domokas, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. Martin Domokas, Windsor, Ohio, has been in the service of the U. S. armed forces for the past eighteen months. He is a member of Br. 487, Windsor, O. Army Medical Corps, bringing our grand total to forty Branch 96 members, to-date, serving Uncle Sam in Military Service. These members and millions of other men and women, have given up everything — their homes, families, jobs and their lives, if need be — then the least we, who are enjoying the comforts of home, can do, is buy more and more War Bonds and Stamps to supply them with the ammunition and implements they need to help win the war. Fraternally, MRS. LOUIS SABO THE MAIL-BOX Somewhere in North Africa August 5, 1943 DEAR SIRS: I want to express my appreciation for your Hungarian- Engiish Dictionary, which my mother forwarded to me. I am one of your members, and I never before appreciated what a fine organization I belong to, but I do now! It is acts of kindness such as your publishing this book, that make us over here realize that we have someone pulling for us all the time. I am a sergeant in the signal corps, but censorship does not allow me to tell you much about my work here. Enough to say that we all want to be home, and are doing our best to finish this war. I want to mention one amusing incident which your Dictionary provoked. One of the boys in our outfit is doing his best to learn the french language (which is the main language here) and he hasn’t been doing so well with his pronunciation. So the day I received your booklet, I handed it to him, without showing him the cover, and had it opened at the page starting with "lassú”. I then asked him how to pronounce all the various words in french. He knows so little about french that he immediately started pronouncing the words for me, with his very best french accent. When he got to “szappan” he sort of stumbled, and I had to burst out laughing! Then I explained to him that he was trying to pronounce Hungarian words, and not French, and his face was really red! Once again I want to thank you, and extend best wishes for your continued success, Fraternally yours, Sgt. W. E. PETKO. THE 501 Ship 501 sailed along quietly. Suddenly a streak iiit the side. Boom! “Nazi sub—port bow hit!” shouted the S. 2/C. “Make for life-boats!” the Captain cried. HOURS LATER “I see that five men are missing, Captain Cahler,” said the Admiral. “Yes sir. They are James Cowder, petty officer first class; L. T. Jones, S 2/C; Mike Manyo, A. S.; Tom Cahler...” Here the captain paused for Tom was his brother. Then he added: ,cEnsign; and Bill Monroe, S 3/C.” MEANWHILE Five men landed on an island. Ensign Cahler said: “Let’s explore the island.” They did. “Sir,” Ladd T. Jones, seaman second class, spoke up. “Look in the bay-----a sub!” “By golly, you’re right! A German pig ... boat,” the ensign said. “Jones, stay here on guard. The rest of us are going down there,” the ensign ordered. “Yes, sir,” he sighed. The four went down to the bushes near the bay. Suddenly they heard a shout. “American peegs! Put liends up in air!” A Nazi corporal stood there. He ordered: “Achtung! (Attention!) Marsh! (March!) Und der captain veei settle you!” LOUIS A. VASS AUGUST 29th, SUNDAY. - Branch 479, Madison Illinois. — To hold picnic at Poontoon Beach. Proceeds to go to local USO and soldiers’ recreation at Granite City Army Depot, From his hideout Jones had seen the above happen. He had no gun. He decided to wait until the night came on before taking action. That night a Nazi guard lay flat on his stomach. A sub commander came along. “Mein Gott! (My God!) Fife oh von is written on his back! The ship I sunk!” “So, you murderer, you’re the one,” a sailor said. “I’m of the 501. Take this.” “Ach, a knife,” the commander said, as it came nearer his heart. “Now to find the others and blow up this place, now that I’ve found their ammunition cache,” Jones said to himself. “Oh,” he said, as he emerged from his hide-out and saw a crude building with a guard before it. “This must be it.” A knife went into the guard. “The keys,” he said, taking them from the guard. He opened the door. “If it’s Nazis we won’t talk!” a rough voice was heard, that of J. Cowder. “501,” Jones said. “501! Why, it’s Jones! Come on, boys!” the ensign roared with joy. “Sir, I set dynamite all over the place and it’s liable to go off any minute — so let’s beat it,” the Jongsy Jones said. (Jongsy: slang for heroic). Five days later they were picked up by a Navy PBY. Jones was appointed as a Navy Pilot to go on training and received the Service Cross. Later a newspaper clipping carried this headline: HEROIC DEEDS EARN TRAINING Ladd T. Jones, missing one week with four other men from the 501, are found. The ship was torpedoed a week ago. Jones was awarded the D. S. C. and an onportunity to train for the Navy Air Corps by Admiral Stansin today. PHONY NAMES I. Trim, barber (t) E. Z. Kloze, tailor (f) Iyce Cream, druggist (f) U. Nited, patroit (f) R. Tist Easel, minor (t) The (t) stands for true to life and the (f) is for false. MAGYAR CARD OWNED The Stamp Gallery which appeared in the July 29th issue, reminded me of a Hungarian postal card which I have that has a very unique design that I thmk would make an interesting stamp. POEM OF FOAM Swimming on, Then diving; See the foam! More fun than jiving! Floating, floating, Better than boating; —. Now again diving, Ä j Swimming, that’s living. ^ * I Now, dive; Look, the foam; Oh, to moan, — Time to go home. * * * Gizella Szeech wrote me the answer to Scrambly- Whambly. * * ’* Help men like Ladd Thomas Jones. — Buy U.S. War Bonds and Stamps. JOE CSIKÓS, C.R.3. Br. 91, Akron, Ohio. Buy War Bonds AUGUST S 2/C Louis A. Vass, son of Mr. and Mrs. Anton J. Nagy, is serving in the United States Navy, presently stationed at the U. S. Naval Training Station at Great Lakes. S 2/C Vass joined the Navy in June, 1943. He is a member of Br. 356, Detroit, Mich., and his home is in Piei point, Ohio. Gladly children welcome August, Though the wind does raise the dust; And the sun beats on the ground, Scorching flowers all around. Days are hot; we climb the knoll; Then away to the old swimming hole! We escape the intense heat of day; And pass the happy hours away. And, O! how lazy we can be, When the blazing sun we see; A soft, sweet buzzing song we hear, Made by bees so far and near. In the bright and early morn, Children play among the com, Laughing, merry as can be, August made them happy, free!
