Verhovayak Lapja, 1944 (27. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1944 / Verhovay Journal
Page 2 Verhovay Journal March 30, 1944 VERHOVAYSPORTSMEN of BRANCH 164 CHICAGO, ILLINOIS ----------------------------► LET TRUTH BE UNCONFINED j With the Journal reduced to eight pages it is not more than fair of me to skip an article oceassionally and at the same time 1 must be brief with my reports. The lodge activities of Branch 164 are running at a normal pace. Oür management is keeping up with war time speed using the slogan of our new home office president. The slogan is “To get them and hold them”. It was a pleasure to listen to this year’s reports which show no cancellations in the first three months of the year. We have an all time record in monthly dues being sent to the Home Office which I believe was $2033 in the month of January not figuring the $250 sent in by our Juvenile order for the same month. I had the opportunity to look into our branch records and so doing noticed that Branc h 164 concentrates on all members of the family. We do not have a dozen homes only one member of the family belongs to Branch 164. Nearly all our policy holders are Verhovay family groups. I can clearly back my above state1- ment with a letter mailed early in March from' our Mrs. Liner, the former Blondie Balog. For Years, Blondie, as a single girl, belonged to our organization. After her marriage and the birth of her son, we saw Baby Robert’s name on our membership list and now Mr. Liner requests an application to join which will complete the Liner Verhovay group. Business matters of this kind has put our organization on sound basis and has given it a big future. & MILITARY MEMOS Encouraging news comes from Mrs. Christian, sister of Albert and Erven Tury. I quote from her recent letter: “Thought you’d like to know that Erven is doing fine. They put a walking cast on his leg now. It’s a slow process and we hope a good one. It’s seven long months since Erven is in the Navy Hospital.” It is swell to know that Joseph Exner Jr. has fully recovered from his wounds received in Combat Duty and is stationed somewhere near San Francisco, California. His wife, Sis Exner is visiting him. On her return to Chicago, young Mrs. Exner will join Branch 164. Marine Cpl. Eddie Exner, Joe’s brother, is home on a furlough before being sent overseas in the near future. Late last month I was informed that Cpl. Louie Kollar was in Camp Campbell. Now they tell me he’s home on a furlough and must report back to his camp in California. Louie really belives in traveling. Elsie Risko is wondering what happened to our English Edition. Her husband, Andy jr. is somewhere in Northern Ireland and her brother-in-law, our little Stevie, is in England. The two boys expect Elsie to send them the news and she relies on the Journal. There’s nothing wrong with the Journal and here is my article to send to the boys, Elsie, and I hope they find something interesting in it. Another of our members has left the fold for a blue uniform. He is Fred P. Krueger, grandson of one of our greatest Chicago Verhovay Boosters, the late Paul, Szabó. At present, Fred is in Samson, N. Y. and our best wishes are with him. Our boys are pretty busy chasing the Japs and the Germans and haven’t had much time to write. That accounts for my lack of news. There are still a few boys left in the states whom I’d like tc ' —om. I’d be o. o glad to inform my readers about Arhur Irocky, Frankie Kantor, Andy Vash and the others if they’d drop me a note with their whereabouts and experiences. FAMILY FACTS Congratulations to Mrs. Ernest Taylor, the former Elizabeth Risko, whose second baby boy was born March 5th. At our last meeting I had the oportunity to listen in on a few things and, believe it or not, I sure got an earful. Preparations are being made in our Senior Secretary’s home for the arrival of their second grandchild. I must remind you that Marvin K. is still in the Pacific War Theatre and still single so my best wishes are pointed to pal Ollie K. who is enjoying a brief visit in Cadillac, Mich. When I write about Helen Soo I think about our Duke’s wife. The click tells me that all the small baby clothes in their East Chicago, Indiana, home, are put neatly away in the baby dresser for near future use. South-side Johnny, known in Army circles as Pvt. John Barnák, and wife, are expecting their baby in the month of May. Mrs. Wojtas, sister of Johnny, joined our ranks in Februray and will nominate the newsomer, be it boy or girl, as a member of Branch 164. Mrs. William Kruchten, better known as Irene Exner, has a date with the stork. The club didn’t say when but a little boy is expected to keep her little girl company. I have received many requests for the whereabouts of Louie and Marge Fodor. I’ll go modern on that and tell you that that is the $64 question. Louis and Marge have left the west side, their home for many years and have moved north near Irving Park Blvd. and Ashland Ave. Marge is the owner of a very modern Beauty Shoppe. (If she promises me a permanent, I might publish the address and make a regular commercial out of this). Louie is working in one of the Defense Plants on the north side with the friendly cooperation of his local board. The Local Board reminds me of a few names that will receive “Greetings from the President” in the near future. Louie Molnár, Albert Tury, Ernest Taylor (the new pop), Kenneth Kovack (Army Air Corps Reserve awaiting his June graduation) William Exner and George Sabik are some of the boys awaiting the Call to the Colors. My last subject and the subject dearest to my heart is my husband, Pvt. Anthony John Stangret. At present he is somewhere on the East Coast with an A.P.O. number in care of the Postmaster New York, N. Y. That’s as much as he can tell me. With this article you will find his picture that was taken while he was home on a ten day furlough last month. The two things that we at home can do are buy War Bonds and Stamps and pray that this war will be over soon. That is the only way to VICTORY. Just me, MARGARET STANGRET Publicity Agent, 1427 So. Sawyer Ave- Chicago, 23, 111. CHICAGO BRANCH 503 News are as welcome as the morning air. —Chapman In far-off Sardinia, Sgt. John “Vic” Jerkovich writes of his interest in- the Journal and other Verhovay activities. “I have received the issues of the Journal up to the last part of September. I read of the Convention and how the younger generation was represented. I was pleased to note that they voted to have the Journal continue ... Thanks for the congratulations of my first anniversary of my engagement to Ann (Miss Biro of Cleveland). Speaking of anniversaries, I have just completed a year of service overseas, and I hope that this war will be over soon, so that we can return home and take up where we left off ... We are now in Sar dinia, and it is quite different here than in North Africa. We like it so far, but I suppose the novelty will wear off as usual, just as it did in North Africa . . .” We’re mighty glad to hear from you, Vic, and can assure you that oru thoughts are with you. Write again, and God bless you! * * * A Verhovayan from Detroit also writes us. He is in Northern Ireland at the time of his writing. Corporal Michael Szopo of the 80th A. A. Bn. writes in part the following: "We were restricted from writing. I guess you know why ... I suppose I’ll be able to speak a few languages when this is over . . . I’ve been getting the Verhovay Journal and appreciate having them. I am now in Northern Ireland. It isn’t too bad. The only trouble is that it rains quite often. It’s always damp. I went to Belfast recently on a two-day pass, which was the first one I had for six months. I am sure glad to know that we will be getting these more often, as long as we’re here.” Glad to hear from you, Mike, and write us more often. Your Verhovay friends would like to hear regularly from you. * * * From the shores of Italy comes word from Corporal Johnby J. Phillips. Writes he: “Since I last wrote, I have literally taken up my bed and moved. This time to the sunny shores of Italy where I enjoy some unique climate. When its not raining, the icy blasts of winter that blow out of the ocean across the street have to be contended with. We are stationed in a picturesque-city that has retained much o fits pre-war splendor. Ancient churches, modern buildings, parks running down the middle of the larger thorofares and the greatest blessing of all, clean streets and fresh air. Back in North Africa there was a decided lack of Arabs, which is also a blessing. The Italians are a little better than the Arabs but also have the instincts of a Shylock. Prices on things have been raised three and four hundred percent since our arrival, and they are still going up. I live in an apartment with four other guys, and it is quite comfortable. We have a sort of dinkig-living room where we write letters, read, and entertain. The woman who rented it to us makes our beds and provides clean sheets every morning. The beds have double matresses and the only thing missing is hot and cold running maids. When I think of how rugged life was back in the truck company in North Africa and how wonderful it is here I wonder how such extreme good fortune could befall me. It’s too bad they don’t have bank night in the one theatre in town. I’d probably win it every time. We have a Red Cross Club in town that provides us with coffee and sandwiches in the morning, hot coffee and sandwiches in the afternon and in the evening something different: hot coffee and sandwiches and a soprano who gives out with portions of Rigoletto, Pagliacci, and Ciribiribim, in between wheezes. She is a typical movie version of a prima donna, husky, ample-blosomed and straight-hipped. She sang a duet with a young baritone the other night . . .” It’s still the same old Johnny Phillips, with his clevelywritten missives.Let’s have some more of them, Johnny! Thursday, March 23, 1944 The Scribe of Kőszeg. POEMS Both beautiful and dumb Must my true love be; Beautiful so I’ll love her, And dumb so she’ll love me. Mary had a little lamp, She filled it with benzine; Mary went to light her lamp,. And hasn’t since been seen. A farmer had a cow named Zephyr, She seemed such an amiable heifer; When the farmer drew near She kicked off his ear, And now the farmer’s much deafer. EMMA JENE EVANS, Branch 7. Pricedale, Penna. THERE WILL BE CHANGES Say not that it will not be so; — That we will see this through without changing; For I know that I will change — And so shall you; The horrors of war can not be put aside Without it scarring our souls and hearts; How else can the enemy be defied Unless loved ones be torn apart? There will be changes, O Loved One; Physical changes and spiritual ones, too, Before the wicked are crushed and cry: “Done”; But this will not change — my love for you! And with our love we will start life anew! —MARGARET “CHRIS” BARA, Branch 66. New Castle, Penna.
