Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)
1943-08-12 / 33. szám
August 12, 1943 Hews from India Editor’s Note: The following letter, addressed to Stephen Huzianyi, member of Chicago Branch 503, was forwarded to us for its timely interest, especially so because of the fact that it is written by Staff Sergeant Arpad S. Chontos, Verhovay member from Homestead, who is with the armed forces in India. SS Chontos is with the India-China Wing, Air Transport Command. The first instalment of SS Chontos’ letter to Stephen Huzianyi follows. Somewhere in India (As though where made any difference) 26 June, 1943. DEAR STEVE, Received your letter and it would be the idlest chimera to sa/ that I was not agreeably surprised. It was nice to find that you had not forgotten me. Reciprocally, I have often thought of you and wondered how you were getting along. I would like more than somewhat to strike up a correspondence with you, partly to atone for my previous abortive attempt in that direction, and also because I divine in you a kindred spirit. Let it also be said here that I am a staunch admirer of your contributions to the Journal and have always held you to be one of the leading lights among Verhovay writers. What a pity that the exigencies of time prevented our meeting at the time of your visit to Pittsburgh several years ago. Rest assured that we shall make amends for that after the war. It seems as though one cannot write for any appreciable length of time without drifting into a discussion of the prospects of going home. An admirable desideratum, and it is uppermost in the minds of all the soldiers stationed here. I never saw such complete unanimity on any one point in all my life. The subject Is discussed interminably, although I can’t see how we would be doing the war effort any good back home. Indicative of this all-consuming passion is the manner in which rumors abound — rumors having to do with when we are going to leave and where we are going. Nobody can ever ascertain wnere these stories originate, but ail are purportedly from an unimpeachable source. The credulity of these fellows is nothing snort of amazing. It matters little to them that none of these stories have ever “panned out”. Each new one is taken at face value and weighed gravely. (Continued in next issue) From Beyond the Dark Horizon From beyond the dark horizon A rainbow comes blending through, To brighten up our pathway, And ch,eer up those who are blue. In this war with all its terror, , Its destruction, heartbreak and sorrow, — From beyond the dark horizon A rainbow assures us of a peaceful tomorrow. Today as war clouds are hovering low, Death and destruction tear our heart; But from beyond the dark horizon A rainbow cheers our boys who ho their part. —EMMA JENE EVANS, age 13 Pricedale, Penna. UNCLE SAM HAS BIG EARS! Hi* butter to h*or th< tn«My! The better to blast kirn out of b the sky! He needs more ears! He needs them now/ Let’s I give them to him. Let’s invest 10 percent ot out pay in War Bonds! 10 percent of our pay—every pay day—in U. S. War Bonds! Verhovayak Lapja Page 5 FRANK J. SOLTES Pvt. Frank J. Soltes, son of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Soltes, West Pullman, Chicago, Illinois, is serving in the U. S. Armed Forces. He is a member of Br. 96, Chicago, Illinois.-----------v----------News from Branch 479 MADISON, ILLINOIS by AL BAKOS. Secretary The extent to which the Verhovay in Southern Illinois has done its share in the war can be attributed to the fact that our Branch No. 479 is a member of the United Foreign Language Organizations, organized by the Treasury Department, after the sneak Jap attack on Pearl Harbor. We have been cooperating to the best of our ability toward the common goal, and the work of our members stands out very favorably among the others. I know, because I am the Verhovay delegate to this organization, and have endeavored to do my modest bit. Another picnic this year, the same as took place last year, is to be held this year, with Verhovay Branch 479, taking the lead. We believe it will be equally as good, perhaps better in net proceeds, as last year, when close to $2,000 profit was realized; which was turned over to the local Red Cross. The picnic this year will be held on August 29th, with more details to follow. The net proceeds of this event will go jointly to the local USO, and to furnish recreation for the soldiers at the Granite City Army Depot. We earnestly believe that every member of our branch will do his or her very best to make this event a great success. I wish to add that I would like to have members of Br. 479, help out in some way as a worker on that day, so that we will have plenty of Verhovay help there, at Poontoon Beach, Sunday, August 29th. Fraternally, AL BAKOS, Secretary. The Dawn of Eternal Peace —............... B/ KATHRYN RAW ----------------------The human race from time memorable has been commanded to remember the ancient truths that have been handed down from generation to generation by great men who have lived and devoted their life to delving into the mysteries, so that those who will follow them will have knowledge of their sublime heritage. These sages, stirred by lofty thoughts, have walked among the celestial stars, their intellect lighted by the infinite sun and communed with the universal spirit. There was a time when they wrestled with dark thought, but aspiring to diviner action, purged themselves of all drossiness. They learned how to look within themselves, where their soul is a mirror reflecting all the mysteries of the universe — a universe bounded only by mind. Here they found the only real happiness that can exist. Moved by profound emotions, the wise ones expressed their knowledge gleaned from the book of nature. These sages of the past sought to set free the souls of men who grapple with darkness. They attempted to lead men into the sanctum of their inner self, where they can learn to transmute their gross passions into sublime emotion. But the peoples of the earth have not accepted their divine heritage. Instead of molding their character, individually and nationally, into the glorious destiny which is their attribute, they have preferred to degenerate into a low typ§ of humanity and walk dark paths of the lower regions instead of lifting their hearts and eyes to the light on the heights. Through wrong thinking there has come a change in the constitution of the cells of man’s, body, and this change from a higher to a lower type has produced an inferior race. Man is guilty of many crimes, but the most atrocious crime of all is the slaying of his own kind — and the mutilation of a fellow-creature’s body, depriving him the use of certain parts of his body. There is an old legend, still told on the islands of the blue Pacific, of two brave warriors who lived a long time ago. They hated each other fiercely for many years. When they led their men into battle ea’ch tried to outdo the other in deeds ot bravery and heroism. One day they realized how many years of their youth they had wasted in hating each other and wept over their foolishness. In their old age they became friends and wept once more — but this time for joy. So a god took all their tears and made a waterfall of them, a beautiful cascade of rainbow colors when touched by the sun’s rays, which still exists on that small island encircled by the peaceful Pacific ocean, for all men to admire. The legend repeats itself. The island is under fire again. Bui this time no ancient god will come forth and bring peace where there is bitter conflict. It is for man alone to purge the hate within himself and bring about peace — his greatest blessing on earth. How can this be accomplished? Through tolerance of one another’s beliefs, respecting our fellow-men’s ideals, understanding racial problems and striving together to unite all men in a common bond of brotherhood. For knowledge can be attained through the realization that all men are related indivislbly and were thus created from the very beginning ot time. Man must re-build his entire being, clean out the impurity now existing within the cells composing his body, for these only breed disease; and create of these new tissues a positive divine form worthy to attract to himself ” the solar Christ. For when men have learned how to master their earthly problems they will be endowed with natural gifts and talents — their divine heritage — and sharing these gifts with all men will make their life full and complete. Then, too, men will have the greatest privilege of all — Love. When this has come about the sun will rise in the east, lighting the dawn of eternal peace, and there will be no more misunderstanding among men ot the human race. The sages who have guided our faltering steps through the valley of darkness will know their work has not been in vain. Indispensable Employes i Employes in no industry are more essential than those in oil. Every engine of war that moves today depends on this product to put life into it. Unspectacular jobs in the chemical laboratories and refining units of the oil industry are often the ones on which the future of war transportation depends. Constantly improved hightest gasoline and oils cannot be made by amateurs, any more than can our tanks and planes and ships be operated successfully by untrained men. It would be impossible to say which is the mosf important, armament or oil, one woud be useless without the other. To illustrate; “If 1,000 two-engined allied bombers raid only 400 miles into Europe from England, they will use more than 400,000 gallons of aviation fuel, not counting any used by fighter plane escort,” according to William R. Boyd, Jr., chairman of the Petroleum Industry War Council. The oil industry has been able to meet the tremendous load thrown upon it by present abnormal conditions, as part of its day’s work.
