Verhovayak Lapja, 1946 (29. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1946 / Verhovay Journal
Page 2 Verhovay Journal May 29, 1946 The Verhovay ABhum of Branch Managers JOHN SOLTÉSZ — BRANCH 295 — STOWE, FA. Stowe, a samll town in eastern Pennsylvania, close to Pottstown on the Reading- Philadelphia line, is the home of Branch 295, one of the smallest lodges of the Verhovay with less than a hundred members. Mr. John Soltész, owner of an excellent grocery and meat market at 114 Berks Street, an officer of Branch 295 for a quarter of a century, and manager since 1923, attends conscientiously and efficiently to the affairs of this branch which, though there is little opportunity for the increasing of the membership, has gained 48 members during the long period of his management. Mr. Soltész was born in 1881, at Krasznik-Vajda, Torna county, Hungary. At the age of 19 he came to the United States arriving here on June 8, 1900. Twelve years later he married the former Elizabeth Enying. They have four children, Elizabeth, 33, John, 31, William, 27, and Irene, 21, all married except Irene. Including three grandchildren, all are members of the Verhovay. In 1920 he bought his business which he has managed ever since. He joined Branch 295 on April 9, 1916, was elected branch-president in 1922 and manager in 1923. As a successful businessman and loyal fraternalist he enjoys the respect and confidence of his community. He takes active part in the program of the Verhovay and is an enthusiastic supporter of the American Hungarian Relief, Inc. Nothwithstanding the limited opportunities for organizing work in Stowe and vicinity, he entered every contest conducted by the Association and the admirable results attained by him kept Branch 295 on the road to slow but certain advancement. A Verhovay fraternahst of more than thirty years’ good standing, Mr. Soltész had earned the respect and gratitude of his fellow-members. PROGRAM OF VERHOVAY’S SIXTIETH ANNIVERSARY (Continued from Page 1) SIGHT-SEEING TOUR 10 A. M.: Departure by chartered busses. 12—1 P. M.: Luncheon, Gold Room, Hotel Fort Pitt. 1:30 P. M.: Cathedral of Learning. 3 P«M.: Sky Show, Buhl Planetarium. ANNIVERSARY BANQUET 7 P. M. (D.S.T.) English Room—Hotel Fort Pitt INVOCATION:The Rt. Rev. Msgr. Elmer G. Eordogh, Toledo, O. BANQUET. BENEDICTION: The Rev. Dr. Alexander Kalassay, E, Chicago, Ind. WELCOME: John Bencze, Supreme President. NATIONAL ANTHEM: Audience, led by Alexander Sved. MASTER OF CEREMONIES: Albert B. Ari, Vice-President. GREETINGS: Hon. David L. Lawrence, Mayor of the City of Pittsburgh. ADDRESS: Hon. Gregg L. Neel, Insurance Commissioner of Pennsylvania. HUNGARIAN SONGS: lea Kiszely of the Chicago Opera Company. MESSAGE FROM HUNGARY: Dr. Aladar Szegedy Maszak, Hungarian Envoy and Minister Plenipotentiary to the United States of America, Washington, D. C. ADDRESS: Hon. James H. Duff, Attorney General. HUNGARIAN FOLK SONGS: Alexander Sved of the Metropolitan Opera Company. PRESENTATION OF AWARDS to the 100 winners of the Anniversary Membership Contest: John Bencze, Supreme President. PRESENTATION of the Verhovay National Bom ling Tournament Prizes: Albert B. Ari, Vice-President. ADDRESS: Geza Bruger, Freeland, Pennsylvania. HUNGARIAN SONGS: lea Kiszely of the Chicago Opera Company. INTRODUCTIONS: Albert B. Ari, Vice-President. ADDRESS: Dr. Tibor Kerekes, Executive Secretary of the American Hungarian Federation, Washington, D. C. HUNGARIAN SONGS: Alexander Sved of the Metropolitan Opera Co. CLOSING REMARKS: Joseph Szalay, Vice-President. HUNGARIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM: Audience, led by Alexander Sved. Piano accompaniment by Alexander Rudnyansky, Chicago, 111. Music by Gustav Horvath’s Gypsy Orchestra. DANCE. TSEZ HffliaWlMllinnillllHinilllli:i!l!mill811lliroilllfl11MBlllDPBKHBytmMMBWM—WUnWHHIffiTUMnailllll; By “If we spend more time in doing than in dreaming, we will have a better chance of seeing our dreams come true.” —ANONY. Mrs. Jolán Lucas HII, l,BIIIBIIIHilM »iniiiiBiiira WELCOME TO PITTSBURGH! The old reporter would like to make advantage of the current deadline to great each and every contest winner, every Verhovay bowler, Supreme Officers, Members of the Board of Directors, my fellow auditors Kunstadt and Nyirati, and all guests who will attend the 60th Anniversary and Building Dedication of the Verhovay Fraternal Insurance Association. I am looking forward with a great deal of pleasure to greeting old friends and meeting many new ones, and I’m sure we will all return home with countless enjoyable memories of what the V.F.I.A. can do for its members. Until we meet in the Smoky City, aloha . . . WE GO TO BUFFALO! At last, after making several dates with Branch Manager Charles Young of 383 in Buffalo, we manage to cluck our little group into final submission and pull out of the Motor City on Saturday morning, May 11th. Poor Charlie was so uncertain that we’d keep the latest date that he wouldn’t have been surprised in the least if a wire had reached him at the last minute with a “sorry, no dice, chum” message. As it was, due to navigator Lucas, we went about 70 miles out of our way and found the Young residence in turmoil with Chuck biting his finger-nails and already starting on his fingers. We drove up to Port Huron, which is about 60 miles from home, crossed the Blue Water Bridge into Sarnia, Canada and found ourselves surrounded by constant, dripping rain. Rose Horvath and Margaret Sara took turns driving, letting loose of the wheel for old Lady Lucas’ driving only when it was impossible to go more than 30 miles an hour. Alibi No. 1-—Lucas driving 30 miles an hour, thus losing two hours ’time. Alibi No. 2—Rain all the way across southern Ontario necessitating slower driving. Alibi No. 3—70 miles out of the Way. Alibi No. 4—When we reached the American end of the Peace Bridge in Buffalo, the Young telephone was constantly busy—too many 383 members Wondering where in tarnation those 429ers were, only four hours late—so we couldn’t contact Chuck to get direction to his home. We finally found it after stopping at numerous gas stations on the way—loss of time two hours more. See what I mean, Kids? Well, anyway, we made it! Chuck directed us to Mrs. Andrew Cserpak’s residence a few doors up the street as she was putting all of us up. Mrs. Cser pak is a Bridgeport Association member, but apparently, once a fraternalist always a fraternalist, and she certainly knew JUST What to do for five tired and hungry females. Marie Gallovich is solely responsible for introducing us to Mrs. Cserpák as they are friends of long standing. Chicken-paprikas, salads, home-made torta and all the rest of the good things to eat rapidly disappeared as the weary travelers got in their stride. Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Cserpák, for being such a sweet, motherly soul, who knew just what “her girls” needed after ten hours on the road. No rest for the wicked, or lagging-drivers, so after a hasty clean-up we were escorted to Voelker’s Bowling alleys, where the slaughter of the 429 bowlers was ably accomplished by Chuck’s sharp quintet. As it was, give the devil his due, old lady Ferret was only lucky one to bowl a “turkey”—three strikes in a row— which brought me a buck. The impossible can happen even to southpaw bowlers, eh? We were so tired that we just picked up the balls and threw them down the alleys’ hoping for the best— ha ha—-but Capt. Olga Nezezon’s girls were in there pitching to make good their 660 team average. Well, if you gals don’t cop one of the prizes at the V. Tournament it won’t be because you can’t bowl—here’s lots of luck to Helen Young, Irene Gutái, Stell Orosz, Irene Estergome and Capt. Olga, a swell bunch of good sports, and when women can be good sports, you can ring the bell! After the bowling we hiked off to Pete Young’s place where merry-making was in progress, but where five Dearborn lasses needed tooth-picks to keep their eyes open. From there we were taken to Krakomperger’s, where after a feast fit for a king, a little bit of energy from the food jerked up the guests of Branch 383 to a point where we could enjoy a bit of dancing and talk about the coming celebrations in Pittsburgh. At last, these congenial sports decided to let us go to sleep— four of my gals at Cserpak’s, me at the Young residence. The gals apparently were tucked to bed immediately, but the two dynamic branch managers of the V. F. I. A., gently coached by Madam Young, talked Verhovay business untill the wee hours of the morn. These get-together aren’t only for bowling—they teach us to be good sports; understanding frater nalists; we learn to take the bad with the good; we meet interesting people; we begin to get an idea that there is more <■ to the V. F. I. A. than protective insurance. I believe that we have acquired three new converts to what fraternalism can mean—Margaret Sara, for instance, has been a member of 429 for years but never took the time to come to meetings or social affairs. She admitted that she has been missing out on a lot of fun. Ann Major joined the V.F.I.A. to bowl—she is getting a new idea of what is in store for the future. Rose Horvath joined because her Dad bought her a certificate — now she is getting around and meeting interesting people all over the country. I believe Marie Gallovich and I talked more, on this long trip, about Verhovay and its advan tages than we ever have in the past, and we painted glowing pictures of what we have seen and done and so and so on, for nearly 600 miles. Marie is the lucky lass who won two trips to Europe—in 1938 and 1939—for securing new members and she hasn’t been sorry a single minute that her parents introduced her to V. fraternalism. As for me, well, you know what I think about the whole thing. To cut this short, with deadline creeping up, and only two columns allotted . . . Sunday morning, Mother’s Day, after a hearty meal at both Cserpák and Young residences, we were taken out to Niagara Falls, which is about 20 miles north of Buffalo. But, look, dear readers, don’t insist on the impressions received after wiewing the majesty and power of the Falls, when there are only a couple of paragraphs left. I’ll give you a real description in the next issue, because to do justice to this most Wonderful of the Seven Wonders of the World would take several columns in itself. Ask Chuck and the gals how impressed I was! How impressed we all were. I went around gaping and muttering to myself, “WHERE in the world does all that water come from?” I found out when I arrived home—read until 3 a. m.—and I want you all to get a thumb-nail biography of the impressive Niagara Falls. Well, anyway after casting reluctant good-bys to the Youngs and the Falls, we crossed into Canada again, where a shorter route was discovered and the long trip home was accomplished safely. Nearing Windsor, the golden sun was hovering on the horizon, reluctant to drop too soon so five wanderers would reach their homes safely. A last stop for refreshments in Detroit, and a promise to get together more often in the future and the tired bowlers of 429 bid each other friendly adieus. Thanks, Chuck and Helen Young and all you nice 383 members for a memorable visit. We are planning to make the visit to your fair city once a year, but next time we hope to have more than a bowling team. We are looking forward to seeing you in Pittsburgh on May 31st, and five 429-ers won’t feel as though they are visiting a strange place when they know they’ll be meeting old friends like you. More branches ought to get together as we have done, then they’ll be able to see that there is more to belonging to the Verhovay than paying dues each month.--------------v—----------WORK Work is man’s greatest function. He is nothing, he can do nothing, he can achieve nothing, fulfill nothing without work. If you are poor—work. If you are rich—continue work. If you are burdened with seemingly unfair responsibilities—work. If you are happy—keep right on working. Idleness gives room for doubts and fears. If disappointments come—work. When faith falters—work. When dreams are shattered and hope seems dead—work. Work as if your life were in peril. It really is. No matter what ails you— work. Work faithfully—work with faith. Work is the greatest remedy available for both mental and physical afflictions. —JAMES M. COWAN. ----------V-----------Satan: “What are you laughing at?” Junior Devil: “I just locked a woman in a room with a thousand hats and no mirrors.” \
