Verhovayak Lapja, 1944 (27. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1944 / Verhovay Journal
August 10, 1944 Verhovay Journal Page E The Ferret Sex ... .......................................................... n rmnnnin—iin—i umii nw—i ■^ll■H>«^e^ww■wf^llMMlllWllW^i»lWl wmm— ii iwm>iwn.jii»MWWi "‘Friendship is a plant of ttlow growth .. So said Confucius, or was it that guy Anonymus again?! Anyway, whoever said it spoke a mouthful. You have to “cultivate” it; be sure the “seeds” are the best you can procure, pull all the “stink-weeds” out (things which are in a class with the “friend” who stabs you in the back); water it with ‘'understanding”, tend it carefully with love and affection. If a fella goes about the job of adding friends to one’s always dwindling list, be sure not to make the mistake of securing just anyone. A real friend is one who will not let you down, regardless of what you have done in the past or may do in the future. It isn't what people do, it is what they are that determines their value and a friend will love you for what you are. A friend will stand by you when no one else will. Therefore: “A friend in need is a friend indeed”—and no truer words can be said. Read a humorous remark which appealed to me in connection with a little misunderstanding which was recently my experience. “I’d rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself; than ride to Heaven in a golden chariot and be crowded. ‘'That’s true too, for if one’s life is crowded with people, it is usually with the sort of people which it would be much more advantageous to ignore. Of course, we know that there is a little bit of bad in the best of us, and a little bit of good in the worst of us, but life is too short to waste time sifting through people for the little good that may be found in their otherwise altogether selfish hearts... so if you have real friends, make the most of it. Suffice for the ( moment my two-bit philosophy, and we’ll go on to branch news, weddings, vacations, etc. etc. Weddings are always fascinating, and when one has a particularly interesting subject to work on, one goes the limit. For instance, the wedding of Velma Handa and Sgt. William Koy, Jr., appealed to me because of its utterly feminine angles. The gowns were dreamlike; the bride a beauty; the groom, back from horrible experiences in the South Pacific, seemed to open up like a bud in the friendliness which is exhuded at weddings. Of course "the bridal gown is the fbcal point of all eyes, and this time the experience was exhilarating. Velma wore this gown with regal dignity; a lovely, soft, white marquisette, embroidered in a forget-me-not pattern—all of 60 yards! There was a sixinch ruffle around the flowing hem, puffed sleeves, with the added long ones for the formal ceremony, which was edged in dainty lace and reached below the wrist. A frilly ruffle also edged the low sweetheart neckline, which was topped off with genuine pearls. A heavy satin slip completed the gown. The veil was finger-tip in length, and cascaded from a beaded Juliet cap. Velma had the traditional “Something new” in the. gown; “something blue”, well, it was a garter, tsk, tsk; “Something borrowed” was Ethel Koy’s ankle chain; and the “something old” was grandma’s ring. The bouquet, oh boy, it was beautiful—white Stephanoses, and yellowtea-roses, and a beautiful orchid snuggled in its midst. Long streamers, in which were entwined stephanoses buds/enriched the bit of loveliness which was the Bridal Bouquet. As for the gowns of the attendants—well, I never saw anything so beautiful in a long time. Ida Porkoláb (a Verhovay member in Detroit) was matron of honor, and Jennie Liss and Violet Koy were bridesmaids. They wore yellow lace, with net inserts of deep ruffles on the sides. Sleeves were huge puffs of daintiness, ruffled sweetheart necklines and half-moon flowered tiaras. Ethel Koy, a tall, slender blonde, was maid of honor and wore the same style of gown, only hers was in a delicate shade of orchid. The bouquets were yellow tea-roses and purple sweet-peas, with long yellow and orchid streamers. Little Joan Bodnar, was an etheral, butterfly Flower Girl, fragile in her exquisitely fashioned orchid lace bodice and ruffled net skirt. Joannie carried a yellow basket with purple sweet-peas and long yellow streamers, in which were entwined buds. She also wore an orchid tiara, as did the Maid of Honor. By the way, in case you are interested, it took 48 yards of material to make the dresses of the bridesmaids and Maid and Matron of Honor! Of course, our Sergeant wore his military uniform, and looked as handsome as they come. Noted where Velma kept Bill out of the way of your Ferret, but he had eyes for no one but his beautiful bride. The ceremony was performed in the Hungarian Reformed Church, on Dearborn and Vanderbilt—a double ring ceremony, and a note of interest; the bride’s ring came from Hawaii! Rev. Tibor Toth officiated at this beautiful wedding. The church, was lined with palms along the aisle, and at the altar. Best man was Peter Apai. A large reception, which was prepared in less than the usual time because of the unexpected furlough of the groom, was a huge success. Many gifts were received by the happy couple, which the bride is wrapping up in cellophane and cotton wool, until the time Bill comes home to help her install in fheir home. Such a gorgeous wedding, to be topped off by the old-fash ioned, traditional honeymoon to Niagara Falls, left even cynical me weepy with sobs! Kind of reached way down to my toes because of its ecstatic beauty and perfection. Congratulation^ to a swell couple of kids—let’s hope Bill comes back very soon from fighting those dirty little, yellow, well, you know what I mean In the meantime, Velma is holding down the home-front doing an important defense job, so her Bill, and all those millions of others, will come home soon. * */ * Says my boss; oh yes, I’m working a few hours a day. The kid sister, Gin Parsons (well it’s really Jeannette, but who wants to be that conventional?), is visiting that beloved brother-inlaw, Cliff, in Norfolk, Va., and parts unknown. So Gin, being the thoughtful little secretary, asked if the old gal of the family would take over her position for a spell. She intrigued me with promises of learning new things, and here I am— secretary to asst. Postmaster in Dearborn! Funny, I always By Mrs. Jolán Lucas ......................Hill..Iii»||p: thought the only thing a post office was good for was to sell stamps and mail parcels! It’s amazing how different people look from the inside of the wickets! Even your best friends seem to have acquired odd peculiarities and gruesome faces appear to haunt one. So you walk through the “workroom” door, and there you are, “outside” again, and the guys behind the windows look as different as natives from a far-away island. Well anyway, I complained one day because of the pencils or some little thing, and couldn’t understand why Uncle Sam didn’t dole out better working equipment—so, sez the Boss, ‘ If what you have is not the best, make the best of what you have.” H’hm, thinks I, the Boss is a home-spun philosopher, which appealed to me—in these boogiewoogie times, a bit of horsesense is as refreshing as rain would be this hot, humid day. I get batches of his commonsense sayings every day, so I’ll pass ’em on to you now and then as they strike me. For instance, when he types he uses the Biblical system—“Seek and Ye shall find!” Keeping my hand in the auditing racket, too, as we audit the main Post Office and also the station out in West Dearborn every so often, and very unexpectedly. We are so careful in this task, that every copper cent has to be accounted for, as shortages come out of the pockets of the kids behind the windows. Never again will I gripe about Post Office pens, or not getting service; one gets a new slant on things when in the “inner recesses” of Uncle Sam’s important department. The funny questions customers come in with—the amount of business which is transacted—of course, as the Boss sez, “we have no other cbmpetitors so naturally we do a landoffice business”. Pay-rolls to make, deductions to figure out, unexpected visits from government inspectors, mail to sort, and addresses to rectify. The precautions taken by the money order department; the fingerprint man (he’s a fascinating chap —reminds me of Matt Horvath, Jr. branch-manager in Elkhart) and his foibles of the odd creatures to be finger-printed for jobs, and all sorts of identification of customers. Can certainly understand why our mail is delayed—what with loads of inexperienced help, our famous Uncle does a darn good job getting it out to the folks. The little girl, who is barely out of high-school sorts mail with a dexterity which amazes me— golly, I don’t believe I’d ever learn the job. Well, when Santa Claus comes visiting again, maybe I’ll get me a job behind the more prosaic duties of a secretary and help sort your Christmas cards, etc. So much for the job! * * * Took up so much room talking about me, that you guys will get only a line or two this time. For instance, Mr. George Modoc and family, and son-in-law and family, the Kovacs’s, from Windber, Pennsylvania, visited in Detroit recently. Mr Modoc is branch-manager of the English speaking Windber branch. Other out-of-towners were Charles Young, that peppy branch manager from Buffalo, and his uncle, Mr. Kassy. Was in town en route to West Branch, Michigan to visit relatives. Charlie was amazed at the reception accorded him at our Verhovay Home—was taken out to Dearborn and visited our famous sights in Henry Ford’s famous little town. As Charlie wrote me, “Fraternalism depends on the personality that a person is endowed with; if the party is kindhearted, and easy to get along with, that person is a fraternalist without trying to belong to any organization which is supposed to be built up on the brotherly love foundation ...”! Well, he goes on with a lot of other stuff, but the idea is that those who are natural-born fraternalists, should try to pass on the dope to others who are either too ignorant, or too cynical, about an emotion which is as old as Nature, and as real as the elements. * * * There was Miss Mary Mészáros and her father, who is branch manager of the largest branch in Pittsburgh—Branch 34. Mary works in the H. O., and was on vacation in Toledo, Ohio, and Detroit and Mt. Clemens, Michigan. * * * . Mom, who is Mrs. Mary Horvath, went to Scranton, Penna., which is my home-town, with Mrs. Anna Horvath, Met branch manager Cibolya of 174, and stayed with Frank Sipos and family, who is Juvenile manager of 174, and also a brother of Mrs. Anna Horvath. Managers Cibolya and Sipos send their regards to Mrs. Stephen Lukacs and Mr. Julius Macker, Director, and of course to me; thanks, members! Visited mostly with the Laytos Family on Clearview Street—doggone street has a familiar ring; why yes, that’s the street on which I was bom! Betty Laytos and Mom also went to Watertown, New York to visit my godmother, and they had an amusing experience by missing their train, and had to stay in a hotel in Syracuse. Mrs. Anna Horvath went to Wallingford, Conn, with the Sipos family to visit cousins there. Both Mrs. Horvaths, had a grand time, and said the old home-town looks as good as ever. Well, Laytos’s, will go and visit you guys one of these days, when I get the necessary shekels, and the old war is over. I don’t like crowded trains—don’t like crowded “anything” as far as that goes. In the meantime, stick to old Verhovay—good outfit to belong to. * * * ' Golly, have so much news I’ll never get it all in. There is Úncle George Kuritar, a member in Dayton, Ohio, who recently died of heart-trouble. Joseph Bumbulucz, President of the auditing committee, made the Farewell Speech, and the Detroiters and Daytonites were amazed at his eloquence. Uncle George leaves his widow, and family, and brother Michael and sister, Mrs. Mary Horvath. May he rest in peace! * * * The Fishers went to Gladwin, Michigan—why gee whiz, kids, that’s where the Lucases plan to spend their week or two! Mary Fisher and a group of gals W’ent to Hale, Mich.—where in Hale is that? The Julius Szalays and two male heirs went back to Mary’s home-town in Omaha, Nebraska. Nicholas Xavier Horvath and family of females had a wonderful month in Sans Souci, Michigan—that’s out in the middle of St. Clair River. Mrs. Edward Pomroy, nee Kuritar, and George Kuritar and Uncle Michael, al1 visited their home state of Indiana, and also Ohio. Mry K the aforementioned family’s othe; daughter is spending her vacation at a cottage. Mrs. Mary Bores visited her soldier at Norman Oklahoma. Ethel Koy plans a res> cure at some out-of-the way place, which she hasn’t revealec to me as yet. Helen Downhan as was Kastura, came back from Georgia and friend husband, but she may go back—and after promising to be my anchor man on the bowling team, too! (Wish the darn war would end so I’d have my teams organized, finally, the way I want them!) Mrs. Samuel Toth is having the unpleasan; experience of spending more than two months in the hospital recuperating from a very seriouoperation. Hope she comes homi very soon, and joins us in ou; fun, as Mrs. Toth is a lot o fun at our social affairs. Well kids, all you gave me was mere data, but I’ll bet you all had a lot of fun. * * * Mr. and Mrs. Josph Horvath celebrated their 35 th Wedding Anniversary on Pünkösd Vasárnap, or Whitesunday. They were also married on Pünkösd. Tht majority of guests were Verhovay members from Scranton anc Detroit. Best wishes and continued happiness to the Horvaths and may they live to a ript old age! * * * The Boat Ride in the 30 foo< cruiser is still in the making As Coastguardsman Nick Horvath tells me, coast guard regulations on the River are verj strict and all kinds of red tape has to be settled first. All you’l! get will be a two or three day notice so please be prepared. We are planning on the kids this time, too, so extra life-preservers have to be scouted for. As for a meeting—the majority have decided it’s too hot, so we’ll tall over things when the Cruise i: a reality. TENTH ANNIVERSARY JUBILEE NEWS! Branch Managei Ernest Kunstadt, of Chicago, whc is a partner of mine on the auditing committee, gave mt some “red-hot” dope for oui anniversary. Member Kunstadl is the kind of a chap we youngsters need in encouraging us in sincere interest in Verhovay work, and his tips are all quite sound. He’s bringing six males up for our anniversary! Am going ahead with the preliminarie.he suggested, which I know wil meet with your approval, and al details will be arranged a monthly meetings which will begin in September. In the meantime, if any of you have ideas store them up, and work out ir. detail to be submitted to members at meetings—we want tc make this the most outstanding anniversary jubilee in Verhovay history, and anything original, even though not the usual conventional “dry stuff,” will be heartily appreciated by your branch-manager, who believes in “doing what you want in th< way -you want to do it, at th< time of doing it”, and the devi with doing as others, just be cause it has always been tht custom. The Old-Fashioned Melodrama has been given serious thought and I’ve several members whc want parts in it. To date, wt haven’t unearthed the exact Melodrama, but don’t worry, if wc can’t find something humorouf and original, we’ll WRITE 11 (Continued on Page ft)
