Verhovayak Lapja, 1947 (30. évfolyam, 1-24. szám)
1947 / Verhovay Journal
PAGE 12 VerhovayJournal November 26, 1947 “CARE” PACKAGES FOR BABIES To bring happy, healthy smiles to the faces of European babies, CARE j has just announced three new packages. Now available, at a complete cost ! of ten dollars each, are an infant food package, for babies up to six months j old; a baby food package, for babies between six months and one year, and a layette package with essentials of clothing. Orders for the new CARE baby packages may be sent to the non-profit, government-approved organization at 50 Broad Street, New York. We saved our money till things got calmer, Now all we can buy is a surplus bomber. The dollar haircut has convinced many of us that it’s cheaper to buy a violin. Riding back to his camp after a leave in London, a colored member of the A.E.F. got into a poker game with some British soldiers. They all drew, then: “I'll bet one pound.” said a Briton. The colored boy studied his four aces. “I don't know how you-all counts your money,” he raid, “but I'll bet one ton.” Walking up the street one day a Federal officer was attracted by frightful screams coming from a house. He ran up the steps to investigate, and found that a little boy had swallowed a puarter, and his mother, not knowing what to do, was frantic. The man caught the little felow by the heels, and. holding him up, gave him a few shakes, whereupon the coin dropped to the floor. “Well, mister,” exclaimed the grateful mother, “you certainly know how to get it out. Are you a doctor?” “No madam,” replied the official, “I’m a collector of internal revenue.” The big business man had died and gone —well, not to heaven. But hardly had he settled down for a nice long smoke when a heartly hand slapped him on the back, and into his ear boomed the voice of a persistent sales man who had pestered him much on earth. “Well, Mr. Smith,” chortled the salesman, “I’m here for the appointment.” “What appointment?' “Why, don’t you remember?” the salesman went on. “Every time I entered your office on earth you told me you’d see me here!” No Worry “To what do you attribute your remarkable health?” “Well,” replied the very old gentleman, “I reckon I got a good start on most people by bein’ born before germs was discovered, thereby havin' less to worry about." The battleship was in port and visitors were being shown around. The guide was exhibiting a bronze tablet on the deck. Guide; “And here was where I cur gallant captain fell.” Nervous Old Lady: “Well, no wonder. I nearly tripped on the damned thing myself.” It's always been the same, Since living first bejan. The upkeep of a dame Is the downfall of a man. Kit: “Gee. but that boy last night was fresh.” Gert: “Why didn't you slap his face?” Kit: “I did, and take my advice, never slap a guy when he's chewing tobacco.” Bystander: “Look at that young ster, the one with the cropped hair, the cigarette, and the trousers. Is that a boy or a girl?” War worker: “It's a girl. My daughter.’e Bystander: Forgive me, my good fellow. I never would have been so outspoken if I’d known you were her father.” War worker: “I'm not. I’m her mother.” A candidate recently began a review of his accomplishments by telling his audience: “Now, I am going to tax your money—’ “Gee whiz! Has it come to that?” interrupted the voice of a taxpayer in the rear of the hall. CHILDREN’S CORNER THE SALT — Hungarian Folk Tale — Once upon a time there was a king who had three beautiful daughters. Knowing that he was an old man he wanted his daughters to marry so that they Would not be left unprotected after his death. Now this would not have been difficult because the king had three countries and so his daughters were well off becaue each would inherit a country upon his death. However, he had a hard time deciding which of his lands to leave to each of his daughters, until it occurred to him to put his daughters to a test. So he called his daughters before him and he told them that he would leave his richest country to the one loving him most. Then he asked the oldest one: “Daughter, how do you love me?” “I love you like the dove loves wheat.” —- she replied. “And you?” ’— asked the king from his second daughter. “I love you like a hot day the breeze.” — was her answer. “How about you?” — he asited from his youngest daughter. “Father”, she vowed, 'T love you like men love salt.” “Well, of all the nerve!” exclaimed the king angrily — “ a fine kind of love you profess for me. Get out of my house and never again dare you show your lace in my palace.” The poor girl cried and begged and explained, but to no avail. The King just wouldn’t believe that men love salt and the poor little princess had to go away. Bitterly crying she left her home and took to the road. After seven days and seven nights she came to a big forest and there she hid. She found a hollow tree where she slept during the night and during the day she ate from the strawberries and other fruits growing in the woods, j Thus she lived for many months. I Often she had to hide from wild 1 animals and . her clothes became j torn rags on her body until she j looked like a beggar. Many months later the prince of that country passed through the woods on a hunting trip. Seeing him from afar, the princess ran and hid in the hollow tree, but the prince, too, caught a glimpse of her and ran tc the spot where he saw her disappear. There he cried: “Come out, whoever you are!” But the princess dared not show her face anil kept quiet as a mouse. Again the prince cried: “Come out, if you are human, or go to hell if you are the devil!” Still, she kept quiet. Raising his j voice the prince cried: “Come out or I shoot!” That did the trick. Trembling from fear, the princess came out. Now it is true that site was neither nicely combed, nor dressed, and wrapped in rags she looked just like a tramp. Still, she was beautiful and the j prince had good enough eyes to see that in a beautiful dress she would look like a fairy. So he smiled at her and lifted her on his horse and took her home. To tell the truth, it was love at first sight for both of them and as soon as the prince got home with the fair princess he called the priest and married her on the spot. They lived happily for many months. One day the prince said: “Wife, when I first met you, 1 didn’t ask many questions why your father made you leave your home, but now I really would like you to tell me.” So she told him that her father chased her away because she said she loved him like men love salt. “Is that so!?” — said the prince — “Well, we are going to do something about it.” A few days later the king received a letter from the prince inviting him to dinner. The king ac- I cepted the invitation and arrived S with great pomp. The prince, after ! hiding his' wife, received his guest ! graciously and led him to the most magnificent room in the palace where a • huge table was set for two. The prince and his guest sat down and the servants began to serve dinner. Well, it was a funny dinner! For the prince gave strict orders to his cook to prepare all dishes separately for the king, without any salt at all! The cook remonstrated but the prince said that if he dared put just one dash of salt in the food of the king, he would have his head chopped off. The soup certainly looked wonderful, but hardly did the king taste a spoonful, when he pushed his plate aside. Why, the cook must have forgottn the salt! Then the servants served pork roast and hungrily the king attacked the meat, only to put his fork down with a disappointed expression on his face. Why, the meat wasn’t salted either! And so it went on. The prince ate lustily but the king couldn’t touch anything, for there was no salt in any of the dishes served to him. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and he asked the prince: “How come, none of the dishes are salted ? I am as hungry as any man but I can’t eat a bite of all these unsalted dishes.” The prince acted as if he was surprised and replied: “Why, I understand you dicin’t like salt in your food and that is why I gave strict orders to my cook to prepare all foods separately for you without using salt in any of them.” “Good heavens'” — exclaimed the king — “Who was the fool who told you such a tale?” In that moment the door opened and the princess entered. Recognizing her the King jumped up and asked: “What’s all this about?” “Father”, said the princess, “remember when you chased me away because I said I loved you as men loved salt? I wanted to tell you that 1 couldn’t live without your love, just as men can’t eat their food without salt. But you didn’t want to understand me. But now you ought to realize how much I love you...” And the king did realize it and hung his head in shame. But his daughter came up to him and hugged and kissed him and the king cried for happiness because she forgave him. And, of course, he gave her his best country and soon the prince inherited the throne and ruled the land with compassion and justice and they lived happily ever after . . . PERFECTION “Aim at pei'fection in everything, though in most things it is unattainable. However, they who aim at it, and persevere, will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable.” —Lord Chesterfield.
