Verhovayak Lapja, 1944 (27. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1944 / Verhovay Journal
» y Page 6 Verhovay Journal THe Ferret Se* Now that I’m down to earth after my auditing trip, maybe some new slant will come to my mind as I sit and compose this article, as usual, the last 25 minutes before the mailman comes by. Things seem drab after that little trip, and being an ordinary housewife, not an extra good one at that, has its moments of morbid dullness. Thanks be to even mediocre writing, such as this, perhaps some measure of comfort will come along to ease my “easily deflated ego’’, as that swell guy once wrote. * * * Jotted down, during one of these creative moods potential writers claim to have, a bit of an introduction to that biography I some day hope to write, when perhaps, due to some lucky streak, I may write another “Gone With the Wind”—heaven forbid! * • * Just had a run-in with that Mountain William, up the street, and I’m mad enough to sit down and write something that will “bring in the dough” so that I can move myself some place where no inhabitants from “them thar hills” will dare to poke their “pro}utty owners’’ dictatorships! Ye gods, here these guys live in log cabins so weakly put together that the wind whistles through the cracks to blow out their matches when lighting that eternal pipe. Then the jerk gets a sudden inspiration to move up Nawth where the pay dirt just rolls in. So he comes up, brings the better half—they usually are a bit better than the Old Man,—lives in a room and a half; eats co’n pone, the proverbial beans and a hambone; and the lucky pot gets rich! So he buys himself a house, an income, but he still lives in the room and a half, only now he’s expanded and rents the other half of the room. Soon he buys two houses, both of which he rents; instead of building the Usual garage “back there”, he puts BP a two-by-four shack and rents It to some more Mountain Williams, ’cause nobody else would live in the dump! Well, anyway, he gets so doggone independent that when you ask the jerk to fix a leak in the kitchen sink, he tells the tenant that the OPA rules he doesn’t have to do a blamed thing—If the poor sap doesn’t like to live in his house, well, he can just move. How do you like that! He mopes around the place with a long St. Bernard mournful look on his puss, and it the kids in the neighborhood just walk past his bloomin’ houses, he snaps like that turtle out in the woods. Poor guy, I’ve often wondered if it makes him happy, making life so miserable for his neighbors. The kids call him “Schicklegruber”, the parents scare their kids with the idea that they’ll call in Schicklegruber, his wife won’t talk to him or about him, and he just pokes along, hating himself even. Maybe he should join a fraternal lodge and get some of that ugliness eased up a bit. * « » Which brings me around to my little introduction—Maybe you know it, that I’m a member of a large family, the eldest—poor soul—and as often happens in large families, one’s identity is “swamped under’’ in the scuffle lor “survival of the attest.’' It took lots of courage, a great •ansa of humor, vivid imagination and a keen fighting spirit to retain that “rugged individualism.” In a manner of speaking, it took my whole-hearted interest in Verhovay Fraternalism to get out from under the “bottom of the heap”, and achieve a mild suggestion of independence. Some folks might ask ‘‘what gives” with all this Verhovay business—they mention the fact that I don’t get paid, that I have to take a lot of, well, I’ve a word for it, but let’s say, we branch managers have to take a lot of nagging and all that goes with it. Those of us who have been brave enough to stick, have learned a lot about human nature. We have become more tolerant, understanding, even tactful, and if anyone had ever said that Ye Ferret would reach the stage of diplomacy, I’d have had a good, rodring laugh out of it. Still retain a certain amount of “brutal frankness”, but perhaps as age creeps up on me, even that will be, not dulled so much, as tempered. As for the fraternal angle, well, folks, give it a chance to work. Don’t expect It to drop in your lap like a ripe plum—all good things have to be worked out. If you come half-way, you can expect rewards beyond your wildest dreams. Some folks said once of my corny articles, that they are mostly about me and mine. Well, in the scope of human nature, can any of you think of anyone more important than YOURSELF? If in always writing of ME, I do try to illustrate a point I’m trying to get across to YOU. In using ME as an example, I save a lot of potential libel suits, and no one understands ME as well as I do myself. So just supposing you forget the personal angle and strip the remarks made here to the fundamental truths which have been acquired through nearly nine years of meeting, and doing business with, all sorts of people. You ask a pal or neighbor to join your favorite lodge. First thing he tells you is that he’s got plenty of insurance. So you know you can’t buck that, and temporarily you shelf the subject. You start talking about the neighbor's kids, and your kids, and what you do with your spare time, which automatically brings you around to bowling. “Hum”, they say, “bowling, eh?” They want to know how you start, where you bowl, and then you’re on a favorite subject. You tell them about small competitions, and the inter-city meets, and the National V.F.I.A. Tournament, which of course, they understand is temporarily halted,. conditions being what they are. You tell them you meet all sorts of interesting people maybe not Garbos or Gables or football stars, or presidents, but you do meet swell guys and gals. You write letters to them; when you happen to go anywhere near their city, you manage to drop in for a short visit—the friend calls in all the Verhovay members within hailing distance and your garden of friends grows into a forest of peachy folks. From that time on, never a dull moment —letters, visits, phone calls, meeting still more members, and you make the whole world sound like a better place to live in. Soon the prospect wants to know how he can get in all this fun, and you say why just by being a Verhovay member. The rest is easy. You go to a picnic, or a dance, or any gathering of Verhovay members; with just a little hit of "letting go”, you can build yourself a nice future. These guys and gals who go places and expect to be the Main Attraction without going at least part of the way, rarely acquire that feeling of BELONGING to an attractive group of people. Here’s what you do—you go to one of these affairs, and see that lonesome soul sitting in the corner, eagerly eyeing the vivid crowd which appears to be having all the fun. Mr. Lost Soul wishes he had your vivacity, but inside of him he’s always been afraid of people. He may be an intelligent soul, with interesting sidelights, only he’s afraid folks won’t understand his peculiarities. The smart lad or lassie who takes this lost soul under his, or her, rm, and drags him into the crowd and makes him feel part of the gang, will oftentimes find himself, or herself, a lifetime friend. Gee, it’s sure lots of fun, investigating and finding out what makes people “tick”. Shakespeare was right when he put these words into Puck’s mouth, “What fools we mortals he.” We have life's richest wealth of happiness in FRIENDS. Let’s make more friends and be really Fraternal— let’s make a stab at it! * » • Here comes the Mailman—the editor will be sore if he has to tear up a page again to put in my stuff. Until next issue, see if you can't make at least one more friend. * * * P. S- Got another letter from Sgt. John J. Phillips! Tell you all about it! (EDITOR’S NOTE. Two weeks ago when the “Ferret” introduced the Home Office force to our readers, the name of Miss BETTY KUCIK was left out by a regrettable mistake. She is the daughter of the efficient manager of the Duquesne, Pa. branch, works in the book-keeping department, a busy little girl with glasses when she works... but a one-girl floor show when it comes to fun. We offer our apologies to Miss Kucik, and herewith certify that her name got accidentally lost in the editor's office, because it was duly mentioned by the “Ferret’’ in her original manuscript.-----------V----------We do not love people so much for the good they have done us as for the good we have done them. —TOLSTOY iimmiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiimmim PLEASE DO NOT TRY to INCREASE YOUR INSURANCE if YOUR LIFE HAS NO VALUE WE ISSUE INSURANCE WITH A HEART WE PAY WHEN YOU ARE SICK OR INJURED iiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiumiimimiiimiMiii May 11, 1944 429 BOWLING NEWS By THE FERRET The current bowling season has come to an unheralded end—unheralded because, with the exception of the Detroit City Tournament, the 429-ers to date have not had outside competition. Bowling in a league is competition of a sort, it’s true—but that tensed up feeling one gets when bowling for unusual prizes like a steak dinner, or a trip out of town “whets” the appetite to a degree unequaled by humdrum competing. You see the same old faces; some are hags, some are bags, others giggle, or gripe, because they missed that end pin—still others laugh and have a darn good time even when they are losing. That's the Verhovay gang, the bunch who are the “life of the party” no matter where they bowl. So sadly we see the end come—the next four and a half to five months will be plenty dull, at least for us “bowlingfiends.” The gals wanted their City Tournament scores in Ye Journal —so in spite of the fact that we have done better, decided to satisfy the lasses. The last game bowled May 3, was not half bad, considering we were tensed up to win those cookie jars FILLED with cookies, and those bracelets etc., which some original soul brought in, to add excitement. Rose Horvath won one of the jars for second high single, and Mary Fisher won a par for low 3 game series; and after Fisher taking the medal for high single of the season! Helen Kastura takes the cake for highest average; Mary Kuritar takes a bow for highest 3 game series; Lulu Bell can pat herself on the back for making two tough splits at two different times, ojnce a 6-7-10, and another time a 1:5-10; Kuritar also made a 6-7 split once during the season; Ann Major bowled doggone good, and we practically have her sold on Verhovay Fraternalism, which is a point in Ann’s favor. Cripes, even Ye Ferret can take a wee credit; bowled most pins over average at City Tournament—of course having the lowest average may have helped there. We still have our trip to Buffalo, New York, to consider. To date, dope I have is—the first boat sails May 6. Leaves Detroit at 4:30 p. m. and pulls in at Buffalo at 9:00 a. m. every day. Figgered if we left some Saturday afternoon and arrived in Buffalo Sunday morning we could have our match game with the 383 bowlers —sneak a look at the Falls and rush home. But Charles Young, energetic secretary of 383 decided one day isn’t enuf to “give Fraternalism a chance to work”— them’s his own words—so he suggested we leave a day early and have a whole day in the Queen City of the Lakes. So perhaps in June or July we can make the trip—all other branch members are welcome to go along and we’ll show ’em out there what FRATERNALISM really means, huh? When we have our June meeting, let’s talk about it and see what develops. We still have doubles to bowl on May 10, the week after that luscious banquet, which doesn’t sound bad a’tall in these rationed days. In the meantime, all you gals who still want to bowl next season, let me know as soon as possible. Same place, Springwells Recreation—perhaps Tuesday or Thursday evenings. Have plenty of reservations made with the League’s secretary, so how’s about two women’s teams? Men of 429 are certainly anxious to form a team next season—most of them are 99-44% certain they may he able to remain at home to finish the season. Have Lucas, the two Horvath brothers, Robb, Fisher and perhaps may get Kuritar to re-join the branch—good bowler, that Kuritar chap! Possibly at Springwells. Those scores aren’t so hot, but we can’t be always good: TournamentScores MaryKuritar 106 136 145 387 JolánLucas 119110 143 372 Mary Fisher 121113 110 344 RoseHorvath 130 122 158 410 LuluBell 150 95122 367 1880 Pins overaverage MaryKuritar ..... .. 18 JolánLucas — .. 54 MaryFisher -.. -18 RoseHorvath .. 20 LuluBell «... .. -4 Games—May 3 lelemKastura 145--139--146 430 MaryKuritar 145 127 141 413 JolánLucas 152 112 108 372 MaryFisher 100134 122 356 RoseHorvath 133 165 115 413 1984 Lulu Bell 134 100 136 370 Ann Major 181 92 156 429 HighHigh Aver, Single Single Helen Kastura 191 460 131 Mary Kuritar 200 471 128 Jolán Lucas 160 412 109 Mary Fisher 208 449 124 Rose Horvath 187 448 130 622 Lulu Bell 185 467 129 Ann Major 185 443 128 WHERE THE FUEL GOES1 It takes 12,500 gallons of guq line to train one pilot.
