Verhovayak Lapja, 1946 (29. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1946 / Verhovay Journal
July 31, 1946 Verhovay Journal Page 3 SUNK 1ST SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA ECHOES By Albert B. Steinmetz Member of Branch 525 After a hectic return trip from Toronto, Canada, .it felt good to sit outside near our home in the El Sereno hills facing east just looking at the silhouetted palm trees against the approaching twilight skies, last night. The past two weeks ran through my mind, in fact the past ten weeks, so to speak . . . as I looked into space facing east. East, where I spent such a grand time for over two months. Once more I am back in “Sunkist land” but the. memory lingers on and on. On my return trip I had a pasenger, my wife’s cousin, came with me to visit his parents in Los Angeles. The weather as you remember has been terrific— the heavy rains for days up in Southwestern Ontario have caused floods and unestimated damage—causing us to detour south of Chatham, Ontario, the flooded region. Came the terrific tornado in River Rouge and Windsor, Canada regions, and three days later I drove through the stricken area—on my way home, only to feel sick at heart as we observed the result of nature’s fury. I stopped in Windsor and talked with men who had nothing left but courage and thankfulness in their hearts towards the Almighty for sparing their lives, While their neighbors lost their lives . . . Indeed it was a most pitiful sight, where homes stood, some old, some new, now lies a gaping hole that was the cellar, broken glass, wood, bricks warped, pipes, furniture, twisted walls, trucks, shrubbery, all in utter ruin '. . . shambles, splintered lumber,, just like broken matchsticks. Indeed, a giant hand with a broom in it, just swept by and wiped away everything. An area of about a good city block wide, swept through from the U. S. A. through several miles in Canada. " The stormy misty weather continued with very bad visibility as I left Windsor and back into the U. S. A. at Detroit. My first visit to Detroit took me to our beloved “Ferret” and we, in the company of Miss Rose Horvath, of Detroit, and Arthur Miskov, cf Toronto, went to play an unofficial bowling tournament—■ Detroit vs. Los Angeles. We broke even—didn’t we, Ferret? Our few short hours in Detroit Will long be remembered . . . The following evening we were in Chicago, and we certainly enjoyed the outstanding hospitality of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Balogh. Branch 503’s manager. Our visit • to our good friend, a “true Hungarian man,V Steve Huzianyi and his charming wife and son Arpad, was a happy occasion even if it was their moving day. “Yours truly” enjoyed helping them move some cf their belongings. Saturday evening is “get-together” or “stepping out” night anywhere so it was just that even in Chicago, where our good friends, Messrs. Huzianyi, Balogh and George Pozsgay took us to the “Blue Danube Cafe.” Imagine my surprise when I looked around and found my good friends, the Clouds family - of Los Angeles at the same place. ’Tis a small world indeed! A swell floor show and good music rounded out the evening, with Alek Mirkov, Russian baritone m. c. and George Kirsoff with his sensational flaming dagger dance, together with Bela Babay and his gypsy orchestra and Maritza, Hungarian singer, giving us pleasure. After bidding fond farewell to our Chicago friends, we stepped on the accelerator at 10 a. m. Sunday, “gave it the gun” and with stops in Des Moines, Iowa, on Sunday night, Cheyenne, Wyoming, on Monday night, Cedar City, Utah, below Salt Lake City, where we visited the famous Mormon Temple and Tabernacle Tuesday night—our last lap—a distance of 677 miles in 16 hours, we arrived back home on Wednesday evening, June 26. Through the Nevada and California deserts with temperatures of 100 degrees in the shade, Los Angeles was a lovely 80 degrees the same day. So after a long trip that took me over 9,142 miles in 65 days, I safely arrived home to dig into my mail and newspapers piled sky high on my writing desk. Total cost of my jaunt was $406.90, of which $122.50 was spent for 597% gallons of gasoline, $13.37 for 31 quarts of oil. Other auto costs of $139.95, such as tires, etc., brought it up to $275.82, parkings, tolls, etc., brought it up further to $293.08. Indeed, my lodgings and food bill was very low, thanks to the very lovely friends all over, including my relatives, too. That item, also gifts, souvenirs, entertainment, postage, etc., cost an additional $113.82, to make it a grand total of $406.90. My average mileage per gallon was 17 miles, at a high rate of spee<3, especially on the return trip, when* I hit up to 68 miles per hour, having bought new tires after 1 blew out 3 recaps back East . . . average cost of gasoline per gallon was 20% cents. In some states, ethyl gas sells for as high as 27 cents per gallon. If you expect to make a trip to California in the summer, I suggest you take route 30 or 6 via the Northern route ... in the winter, take Routes 60, 66, or 80 via the South. Cabins may be found everywhere along the route for from $3.00 up. If you stop before sunset, leave early each day, at least one hour before sunrise . .. May you also have a pleasant journeyi i The chief end of education is a correct estimate of values, and a corresponding choice. —CHAHRLES W. EMERSON Think like a man of action and act like a man of thought. —HENRI BERGSON The Verhovay Album of Branch Managers JULIUS POLICHANY — BRANCH 362 — DAYTON, O. The manager’s position at ..... ........................... Branch 362 became vacant by the end of 1945 and the membership was fortunate, indeed, to find in Julius Polichany an enthusiastic, talented, ambitious, candidat willing to accept the responsibilities of this office. He was born at Salgótarján, Hungary, in 1906, came to America in 1922 at the age of 16 and works since 1933 in the shipping and mailing department of the McCall Publishing. Company. During World War II., he served the country with the Military Police. His family, ten of whom are Verhovay members, was glad to have him join the Association at Branch 249 in 1936. Immediately upon receiving his honorable discharge from the armed forces, he was elected manager by the membership of Branch 362. It was soon apparent that theirs was an excellent choice, for even though he assumed his office during the fourth month of the Sixtieth Anniversary Membership Contest, he entered the campaign and by securing 16 new members became one of the hundred grand-prize winners, attending the anniversary celebrations as guest of honor of the Association. Following the celebrations, he was one of the first to join the second anniversary membership drive and by now is acclaimed as one of the most promising fieldworkers of the Association. Dayton is a well prepared and unusually receptive field for Verhovay fraternalism and Julius Polichany is the man to make the most of its opportunities. With utmost confidence in his abilities we look upon the new manager of Branch 362 whose performance during the first 6 months of his management gives us every assurance of Dayton becoming one of the most important strongholds of the Verhovay. IN MEMORIAM BRANCH 5, MAYNARD, O. Mrs. Frank Köteles, wife of the Secretary and Manager of Branch 5 from 1928 to 1940, and the mother of Mrs. Josephine Shoyat, nee Edvertoskie, died at her home on the 5th of July after a lingering illness of two years. She was laid out at the Watson Funeral Home until Monday, July 8th, when funeral services were held at St. Stanislaus Church, the Rev. Father Brown reading the Requiem High Mass. The remains of the late Mrs. Köteles were laid to rest at Union Cemetery. May her so.ul enter among the Blessed and rest in eternal peace! May I in behalf of our fellowmem,hers extend to you, Brother Köteles, and your family» cur heartfelt sympathy in your great loss and the sorrow that is yours. I know of no words that may console yo.u and yours. But may you and your family find some measure of comfort in knowing that time, and time alone, will heal the wound caused to you by your great loss. Fraternally JULIUS SHADY, manager. CARD OF THANKS We wish to express our sincere thanks and appreciation for the many acts of kindness difring the illness and death of our beloved mother and wife. Especially we wish to thank the Rev. Father Brown for his message of comfort, and all those kind friends who sent flowers and donated the use of their cars at the burial, and finally all who assisted us in the hour of our great sorrow. Frank Köteles and family, Josephine Shoyat, nee Edvertoski, daughter. Father Stabbed, Girl Pursued by Assailant in Scranton . . . ! Joseph Cibolya, manager of Branch 174, Scranton, Pa., sent us a clipping from the July 5th issue of the local newspaper, reporting the terrible experiences of Paul Csigi and his daughter, Irene. The family of 12 of Paul Csigi are members of Branch 174 and well known, respected in Scranton and vicinity. Their horrible experiences aroused the entire population’s sympathy that will be shared by the readers of our Journal. The story as printed in the Scranton paper, follows: POLICE HUNT UNIDENTIFIED ASSAILANT WHO WIELDED KNIFE ON CSIGI AS HE PICKED BERRIES Three police agencies are engaged today in an intensive manhunt for an unidentified assailant who seriously wounded a North Scranton man yesterday morning and then attempted to attack his daughter. Suffering twelve stab wounds of the back, two of which punctured the lungs, and two wounds to the right arm, Paul Csigi, fifty-five, 1820 Bundy Street, is in the State Hospital. His condition was described as “not good” but he was given an even chance to recover. Attaches said no change has been noted since last night. According to Captain of Detectives Edward Kelly, the attack took place in a huckleberry patch on the West Mountain a short distance from Van Dyke’s Pond at 9 o’clock yesterday morning. Csigi and his twelve-year-old daughter, Irene,, were picking berries when they were joined by the assailant who asked the girl if he could join them. Receiving an affirmative answer he started to assist. The girl told the police she was approximately fifty feet away from her father a short time later when she turned around and saw the man plunge a knife into lier father’s back. She added that she saw her father struggle with the man and cry out, “Do what you please to me but leave the girl alone.” RUNS DOWN MOUNTAINSIDE She said she screamed and ran down the mountainside with the man following her. She said she continued to run until she came to Ferdinand Street where she stopped a man who took her to her home. It was from, the family home the police were notified of the attack. First to reach the scene shortly before 11 o’clock were Patrolmen Abe, Harold and Everett Jones. They were later joined by Patrolmen Myles Boyd and James Rogan who removed Csigi to the hospital. City Detectives Walter E. Kime and Leo Callahan, Troopers John Tama and David Roberts of the Blakely Barracks, State Police, and County Detective Adam Wojciechowsky are investigating the attack. City Detective David Phillips described the asailant as about thirty-two- years of age and about five feet and eleven inches in height. According to Csigi and his daughter, the man was of medium complexion, had black hair and v;as wearing a blue sports shirt and black trousers. Captain of Detectives Kelly said police are convinced the man is a sex maniac. He said neither the girl nor her father ever saw the man before. We certainly hope the police will catch the gangster relieving the world of this dangerous maniac. At the same time, we would like to express our admiration for both father and daughter. Little Irene saved her father’s life by escaping the bandit and, though suffering from great shock, leading the police to the place where the nearly lifeless body of her dear father was found. But fellow-member Paul Csigi deserves our respect, too, because it<_was his heroic struggle With the murderer that enabled his shocked daughter to escape. Stabbed twelve times, losing a terrific amount of blood he kept on struggling gaining precious seconds for his little daughter, almost paralyzed by shock and fear, until she could recover and rtm for help. We sincerely hope that by now Mr. Csigi will be well on the road of recovery returning scon to his beloved family and his heroic little daughter! MANNERS are of more importance than laws. Upon them, in a great measure, the laws dependf The law touches us but here and there, and now and then. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe in. —EDMUND BURKE.
