Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)

1943-12-30 / 53. szám

December 30, 1943 Verhovay Journal Page 3 ' »w. "t, ■>**>*»>< »x*'>x< •* V>**» TM **£***'*' #«yy>***­­fMt *•> #< **** W<>i* ^*Wf ^<S **** *<«•*« í • - Í\v/a í ’/jx AV ' ŰiJ u tfih : i'iJZm«*? Jr/. /*»«. te hm $00 Sfai«f.h 4 ' á'^s* V« ' #*4 t pl H’i int* jkj h*M<t á H<Ct T(»»i rHf. Hohd*«fS -Uk-aU Íífcí. *« M I (4oi«í- **’)«'­­kft« feA T>? RjíS^Kk «c«) *»‘V «: CHRISTMAS BY STEPHANIE DE LOSONCZY, Ph. B. Sec’y to the Verhovay Branch Office at Sea Cliff CPL. JOHN J. PHILLIPS, as you all know, was a member of the Home Office force before the war broke out. Since then he is a member of the armed forces, and has seen quite a bit of the world; what with being all over Africa, Sicily, and other extremely hot places. Right now we understand, he is a menace to the ladies in Algiers— don’t begrudge him a little fun, girls! By the way, our corporal has a very fair sister who joined the Coast Guard (She should have joined the WAVES in order to get over to Algiers, and keep an eye on that lady-, and naxi-killer Johnnie brother of hers.) However, it seems that the ladies in Algiers have not charned our one-and-only Johnnie Phillips into com pletely forgetting the gang back home. Here is the proof in that artistically executed Christmas Greeting V-mail letter; which, we feel, deserves being published in our Journal. You can see that he spent quite time in fixing it up which seems to show that he still prefers to send his kisses to the Girls—left-at-home, and that he still woidd rather be home for Christmas. Espciully, now that Pappy Fülöp, District Manager, wrote a whole lot of new business lately; insuring a nice big, juicy turkey for the Christmas dinnertable, and it certainly won’t be a de­hydrated turkey. No wonder Johnnie wants to be home with so many nice “dishes” waiting for him. So, thanks for the lovely Christmas Greeting, Johnnie, and rest as­sured that all the girls are returning your love, and cer­tainly wait for the chance to make that other part come true, too. Best of luck! HOTEL FORT PITT PITTSBURGH, PA. May You Enjoy A Happy & Victorious 1944 W. E. Morris, Gen. Mgr. Of all the old festivals, how­ever, that of Christmas awakens the strongest and most heartfelt associations. There is a tone of solemn and sacred feeling that blends with our conviviality, and lifts the spirit to a state of hal­lowed and elevated enjoyment. The services of the church about the season are extremely tender and inspiring. They dwell on the beautiful story of the origin of our faith, and the pastoral scenes that accompanied its announce­ment. They gradually increase in fervor and pathos during the season of Advent, until they break forth in full jubilee on the morning that brought peace and goodwill to men. I do not know a grander effect of music on the moral feelings than to hear the full choir and the peal­ing organ performing a Christ­mas anthem in a cathedral, and filling every part of the vast pile with triumphant harmony. It is a beautiful arrangement, also, derived from days of yore, that this festival, which ocm­­memorates the announcement of the religion of peace and love, has been made the season for gathering together of family con nections, and drawing closer again those bands of kindred hearts, which the cares and plea­sures and sorrows of the world are continually operating to cast loose; of calling back the children of a family, who have launched forth in life, and wandered widely assunder; once more to assemble about the paternal heart, that rallying-place of the affections, there to grow young and loving again among the en­dearing moments of childhood. This Christmas, joy as well as sorrow, hovers over the roofs of all the homes everywhere. This turmoil of war still exists. What is in store for us this coming year, we do not know. We can, however, hope and dream of a brighter and happier Christmas the next. And to do this is a great asset to man. To continue my delights of Christmas, let me say that there is something in the very season of the year that gives a charm to the festivity of Christmas. At our times we derive a great por tion of our pleasures from the mere beauties of nature. Our feelings sally forth and dissipate themselves over the sunny land­scape, and we “live abroad and everywhere.” The song of the bird, the murmur of the stream the breathing fragrance of spring, the soft voluptiousness of sum­mer, the golden pomp of autumn earth with its mantle of refresh­ing green, and heaven with its deep delicious hue and its cloudy magnificance, all fill us with I am a seeker of adventures- But the things I seek are the impenetrable mysteries that are hidden within the inner world. The thoughts that come to me out of the mental-realm are strange and undefinable. Often, these thoughts come uninvited— unwanted; but they are powerful and inexpressibly beautiful—for they are visions that come out of the soul, and depict the beauty hidden within. Often, when I sit in the silence of solitude, the dream-thoughts come forth and waft me to some place of enchantment; where there is nothing but bliss, and a deep sense of peace—the kind of peace that I have not found in the world of physical being. The •vonder of this strange • place invades me—dominates my whole being with its overpowering per­sistence. Where before I was agitated by outside influences that were beyond my control, I now perceive a harmony of the senses that I had not experienced until now. And I attempt to learn just where the material world ends and the immaterial begins, but can not seem to find the borderline of the two kinds of consciousness. While I walk among ssenery that seems never to change be­cause of its infiniteness, I sense rather than hear music that pene­trates into my soul, and which is as sweet as the fragrance of a flower. The scene before me is not easily perceptible, except in­tellectually; and I want to draw out these forms from the inner world, but find it impossible; for they are too fragile to exist in a place beyond their own parti­cular stage of existence. The mind is an unknown uni­mute but exquisite delight; and we revel in the luxury of mere sensation. But in the depth of winter, when nature lies de­spoiled of every charm and wrapped in her shroud of sheet ed snow, we turn for our grati fications to moral sources. The dreariness and desolution of the landscape, the short gloomy days and darksome nights, while they circumscribe our wanderings, shut in our feelings also from rambling abroad, and make us more keen­ly disposed for the pleasure of the social circle. Our thoughts are more concentrated; our friendly sympathies more aroused. We feel more sensibly the charm of each other’s society and are brought more closely together by dependence on each other for enjoyment. Heart calleth unto heart; and we draw our pleasures from the deep wells of loving kindness, which lie in the quiet recesses to furnish forth the rare element of domestic felicity. Rambling on like this is great pleasure. I am confident Wash­ington Irving will not judge me too harshly, for I did use a few of his inspiring words of sin­cerity. However, they are the words that express my thoughts and, thus, I relayed them to you. With hope that these few gather­ed thoughts have aroused your feelings as they did mine, I wish you a cheerful Christmas and a bright New Year. verse where seeds of thought germinate. The nature of man can not yet comprehend the im­mense possibilities that lie hid­den within the mind. Perhaps, it is just as well that men do not understand the power of their mind, for they are not yet free of materialism, and can not walk in the ideal world with a range of beautiful, pure thoughts. It is difficult to realize that the ideal world is not far away, but near at hand, wherever Nature is. In order to express Beauty, it is necessary to feel it spiritually— and to make it a part of every- 0 day living. Beauty reveals herself in many different ways, for she lacks no variety of expression. Often, Beauty is but subtle sug­gestion that comes from within; of the wind; or, it is just a sound of enchantment that can be heard in a lovely piece of music. The artist captures some of Nature’s beauty and perpetuates it on canvas, revealing in paint what is so difficult to put into words; for he feels the need to express the inner Beauty he has discovered. He serves a twofold purpose—first, he is an instru­ment through which Nature re­veals herself; second, his mind expands to absorb her Beauty. The universe can be seen as though it were but a small world painted on a piece of canvas, with endless stretches of space before us. We can strive to leave the earth behind, attempt to reach the distant points of the Universe, where we may com­prehend the thoughts that stir our imagination. But most of us can «not reach the coveted place, for our mind is undevelop­ed. We are shackled to an earth­ly body which does not permit our soul to express itself freely, as Nature meant it to. We can only see the distant world in imagination. Perhaps, some day we shall waken to the Beauty within and around us. Then we shall attain the great adventure which all men seek, but few find; and those who find it, know not the language in which to reveal it to others. AN AIRPLANE ENGINE burns up its own weight in gasolin* in about 2 hours. Illilimililllllilllllllllilllllllllllllllllll» BUY UNITED AND STAMPS mimimmuimmimmimiHHiiiMim CHRISTMAS QREET1NQS THE GREAT ADVENTURE from CpI. John J. Phillips By KATHRYN RAW

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