Verhovayak Lapja, 1944 (27. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1944 / Verhovay Journal
Page 8 Verhovay Journal April 13, 1944 <Children’s 1 Pa; ge Conducted by AMELIA NYERS THE HAUNTED HOUSE This is a true story. It relates the blood-chilling adventures of a 13 year old lassie. The happenings described in her tale affected her so deeply that she felt the urge tell it to all the Verhovay children. Incidentally, Mary Ann Toth, the writer of this story, is a member of Branch 187, Granite City, 111 Says JOE CSÍKOS -It was during the summer vacation that Mary Craig, a girlfriend of mine, came to spend a week with me on our farm. One late afternoon, as we were strolling along, we came to a fork .in the road. She asked which road we should take. Now I knew that the one to the left led to a farmer’s house and the one to the right to a . . . well, they call it a Hounted House. I thought she would enjoy seeing it, so we took the road to the right and, after walking for fifteen minutes, we came to a large two-story house. As we were about to enter, my dog, that was running alcng with us up to the porch, suddenly disappeared. Puzzled we began a search, when I heard him barking and hurried to the spot where the sound came from. I heard Mary’s warning too late, because I fell through the floor into a deep hole. It was lucky for me that she knew where I fell through. She finally found a rope and tied it to a tree and threw the other end down to me. I tied the pup and Mary houled him up. Then it was my turn. I grabbed the rope and with some help succeeded in getting myself out of the hole. After that we were more careful where we walked. Mary had taken fancy to the iron bars on the basement windows and wanted to explore the basement first. So we entered the house and went into what looked like a kitchen. There were five doors in the room and one of them led to the basement. It consisted of two large rooms. The walls were covered by cobwebs with large black spiders in them and the floor was littered with all kind of thrash. It wasn’t a pretty sight and with all the windows bare it looked like a prison. I took one look at the place and started upstairs. Mary slowly followed after taking another look. We explored all of the rooms. I don’t think that anything could have escaped our attention. The rooms were large and dirty. In the middle of the house was a large hall. When first built, the place most have been the most beautiful building in the world. Of course, then, it was just about falling apart. As I was looking around, suddenly Mary came running and he looked as if a ghost had ritten her. She was frightened 0 death as she dragged me to he other end of the hall and oointed to a large staircase which, she said, was not there when we came in a while ago. 1 replied that I have noticed nothing unusual and that we may just as well go upstairs and explore the upper floor. I started up and Mary, too scared to remain downstairs alone, followed me. Suddenly we heard someone coming. Quickly we turned and ran quietly down the steps and hid under the staircase. But soon the footsteps died awáy. We didn’t get a chance to see what it was and so, after making sure that the thing was gone, we started up again. But as soon as we arrived at the top of the stairs, it came back again, whatever it was and, since it was too late to run back again, we had to hide in a hurry. Mary found a little closet and we crawled in. It was just big enough for the two of us, — so I thought, when I suddenly noticed that I was alone. Mary was gone but how did she disappear? One anxious question after the other came into my head but I could find no answer. I only knew I couldn’t go and leave her wherever she was änd that I just have to find her. So I started to feel around the wall and suddenly I fell through the wall and when I reached the bottom, I hit something soft. It was Mary lying on the floor. She was knocked out cold. After I brought her to, she explained that she too fell through the wall and bumped her head against something hard. That was all she could remember. Then we decided to explore the place. Mary had a piece of colored chalk and she wanted to mark a trail as we went along but after I explained that it may lead to our capture, she decided against it. At last we found a door and, as we opened it, we found ourselves in a large room. I stumbled against a table and came up with a candle. As we lit the candle we saw to our amazement that we were in a most beautiful room. Its furniture must have dated back to the 17th century. Everything was arranged in colonial style. The bed and all the rest of the furniture were draped in light blue. It had in it everything a King could want. Later on we found a flight of stairs leading up the staircase on the far end of the great hall. Then only I noticed that it was an underground room. On the far corner there was a chest that attracted me very much. It had a new bronze lock and even the key was in it. I opened the chest and to my surprise a found a number of precious jewels in it. We filled our pockets until they could hold no more, then we started upstairs and left the house through the front door as fast as our feet could run. When we got to the fork in the road, we took a shortcut through the fields so that we got home in about ten minutes. There we told my parents our adventure. When we showed to my father the jewels we brought, he had three saddled and we hurried to the next town. A few minutes later the police came with us and we returned to the haunted house. The police went in and pretty soon they came out with some men they captured. Mary and I received the treasure. We put half of it in WAR BONDS AND STAMPS, and . . . then I awoke. I was chilled from head to foot. I found myself on the cold floor and realized that it all was just a dream. Mary was there, sleeping on my bed, from which I fell and we were on our farm. When I crawled back into my bed, Mary awoke too and asked what the matter was and I told her that I had a dream and that I was go ng to tell her about it in the morning. Why did I have that dream? The only explanation I can give is, that I ate a dozen or so of plums. But it still was a glorious and exciting dream. MARY ANN TOTH. 2547 Hodge Ave. Granite City, Illinois. SMILES Maid: — Mr. Brown called about his account this morning, Sir! Master:. — And you told him I’d just left for California? Maid: — Yes, and that yoi wouldn’t be back till late this evening. Mistress (to new servant): — Remember, Jane, we like to be served at table with alacrity. Jane: — Yessun, and when will you have it — after the soup? Mistress: Why don’t you light the fire? Maid: — Because there ain't no coal. Mistress: — Why didn’t you let me know before? Maid: — Because we had some before. Mistress: — Nora, l saw a policeman in the park today kiss a baby. I hope you will remember my objection to such things. Nora: Sure, Ma’am, no policeman would ever think iv kissin’ yer baby whin I’m around. Why did you throw the pot of geraniums at the plaintiff? Because of an advertisement, your honor. What advertisement? ’Say it with flowers’. DEAD EYE Captain (to gunner): “See that man on the bridge five miles away?” Gunner: “Yes, sir.” Captain: “Let him have a twelve-inch in the eye.” Gunner: “Which eye, sir?” Definition of an old maid: One who knows all the answers and has never been asked the question. NEW RECCRUIT “Does the Sergeant know about this?” inquired the Colonel as he surveyed a barricade of sandbags which had just collapsed. “He ought to,” replied a private, “he’s underneath!’ Jackie O’Brien of the FBI. The case of “Ye Olde Hiedleberg.” Jack O’Brien sat down by the short wave set at the FBI headquarters in Centerville, U.S.A. ”ZX1, come in, ZX1” — came a voice — “ZX1 in Cen-ville” (code for Centerville) — “you are asked to be on the look-out for Herman Hiedleberg, a spy.” “ZX1 to Wash-ton (code for Washington) — O. K.” — said Jack O’Brien (ZX1) into the microphone. Just then a man walked in and said: “Mr. O’Brien, I am new in Centerveele and wood like for you to tell me how to geet about.” “Certainly, I’ll get you a map and a directory, Mr. . . .” “H. Greb Eldeih” — said the man to FBI agent O’Brien. So O’Brien got the map and directory from the other room and handed them to the man. When he left, though, he seemed somewhat fatter than before. Jack wrote down the name of the man on a pad which looked like this: Appointments: Be on the look-out for Herman Hiedleberg. H. Greb Eldeih — new in city. Then suddenly Jack looked at the name, H. Greb Eldeih and NEWS FROM THE BRANCHES PHILLIPSBURG, N. J. Branch 133. Members of Branch 133 will, please, kindly note that I have moved to 267 Hudson Street, Phillipsburg, N. J. Stephen Vayda, manager-------------------v------------------CLEVELAND, OHIO Branch 361. The Ladies Branch 361 will have a Spring Dance on the 15th of April, beginning at 7:30 P. M., at the Verhovay Home, 8637 Buckeye Road, Cleveland, Ohio. The famous Medve and Sikor orchestra will play. All our friends are cordialy invited. Mrs. Andrew Kocsis, Chairman Susanne Ocverak, Committee Chairman Mrs. L. Vassy, Secretary.-------------------v------------------NOTICE Milwaukee, Wis. Branch 475 Branch 475, Milwaukee, Wisconsin will hold their next meeting on Wednesday, May 10th. All members and bowlers are expected to attend this meeting in order to bring the attendance up to 100%; which is necessary to make our meeting a success. Fraternally, REPORTER, Branch 475. noticed (at last)! that it spelled backwards “H.Hiedleberg.” “Now I see their plan — he exclaimed and—hey, the drawer with the files “H” has been broken!” Then he jumped from his chair: “Tom, Willy, Hallahan, Wilson!” — and four man run in. Jack explained his plan to them. Each one now then how to get him. NEXT DAY. “Well, we caught him, O’Brien, thanks to your plan’ — said Hallahan. O’BRIEN’S PLAN. He knew that H. H. did not know how to read American. Therefore he sent an FBI man to each of the four drug-stores of the town as. clerks’ If someone came in, he was to be careful not to reveal his identity’ Hallahan caught him when H’ H’ walked up to him and asked: “Could you tell me how to get to Cherry Street?” (Note: in Centerville, Cherry Street is in the German part of the town’) So ended the case 1778-B, the case of “Ye Olde Hiedleberg’” (Note: Jack O’Brien is a fictitious name as any other I write about’ But if there is any resemblance to real people living or dead, it might be intentional.) PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT SAID LAST WEEK “The slaughters of Warsaw, Lidice, Kharkov and Nanking — the brutal torture and murder by the Japenese, not only of civilians but of our own gallant American soldiers and fliers — these are startling examples of what goes on day by day, year in and year out, wherever the Nazis and Japs are in military control — free to follow their barbaric purpose. In one of the blackest crimes of all history — begun by the Nazis in the day of peace and multiplied by them a hundred times in time of war — the wholesale systematic murder of the Jews of Europe goes on unabated every hour. As a result of the events of the last few days hundreds of thousands of Jews who, while living under persecution, have at least found a haven j from death in Hungary and the ! Balkans, are now threatened with I annihilation as Hitler’s forces j descend more heavily upon these lands. That these innocent people, who have already survived a decade of Hitler’s fury, should perish on the very eve of triumph over the barbarism which their persecution symbolizes, would be a major tragedy. It is therefore fitting that we should again proclaim our determination that none who participate in these acts of savagery shall go unpunished.” „
