Verhovayak Lapja, 1949 (32. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1949 / Verhovay Journal
PAGE 4 Verhovay Journal June 15, 1949 Verhovay Journal Journal of the YTerhovav Fraternal Insurance Ass’n. OFFICE OF PUBLICATION 7907 West Jefferson Are,___________Detroit 17, Mich. PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY THE Verhovay Fraternal Insurance Association Managing Editor: JOHN BENCZE Editor: JOHN SABO Editor’s Office: 436—442 FOURTH AVENUE PITTSBURGH 19, PA, Telephone: COurt 3454 or 3455 All articles and changes of address should be sent to the VERHOVAY FRATERNAL INSURANCE ASSOCIATION 436—442 FOURTH AVENUE PITTSBURGH 19, PA. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: United States and Canada ....................................................... $1.00 a year Foreign Countries ............................................................................. $1.50 a year Entered as Second Class Matter at the Post Office at Detroit, Michigan under the Act of March 3, 1879. “We Want You In Atlantic City In 1952 • •• VICE-PRESIDENT ALBERT B. ARI AT TOURNAMENT BANQUET Tremendous applause grefeted the address of Albert B. Ari, Vice-President of the Verhovay, chairman of the Board of Directors and the National Executive Tournament Committee, at the Tournament Banquet. “This is the first time,” said Mr. Ari, “that we have tried to finance the tournament and we feel that we have reached the time for you, the bowlers, to join in this task and to work on the 7th Tournament. To this end three men and two women will be selected from among you to be called to Pittsburgh to confer on the next tourney. But let me say it here and now that you cannot be successful if you don’t back the sales on which the size of the tournament funds depends. You can’t let 40% of the Verhovayans finance a 100% tournament. This year, though we have not been unsuccessful, we have not made 50% of our expectations.” Outlining the plans for future tournaments, Mr. Ari said: “Next year’s tournament will probably be held in Pittsburgh and for 1951 Columbus seems a probable contender. But in 1952 the branches in New Jersey want to be your hosts and we want you in Atlantic City . . .” “There was a man,” continued Mr. Ari, “who, suffering from an extremely serious disposition, was strongly advised to let his hair down for a change. This he did, and after attending a party with his hair down, he started walking homewards in a very happy, though somewhat dazed condition. Deciding to take a shortcut, he went through the cemetery, but walking along the graves he got so tired that he sat down against a gravestone. There he fell asleep. Next morning, and it was a beautiful day with the birds chirping away and the sun rising in splendor from the east, he aw'oke and, blinking in surprise, he jumped up and yelled: ‘Resurrection is here! I am the first guy up!’ Get up, Verhovay bowlers! Back your branches and see to it that we attain our next goal: One Hundred teams in Pittsburgh!" Mr. Ari doesn’t look very happy on this picture. In fact, he wasn’t. He was most unhappy when he noted that many of Jhe bowlers could not be Immediately accommodated in the banquet hall which proved much to small The Ferret Sez (Continued from page 3) few words, but our editor is a stickler for journalistic self-control, so I better lead up to it in a gentle manner ... * Picture it for yourself . . . Bowling alleys \vithin walking distance ... Sure, a few gripes about the alleys, but isn’t that always the case ? If a bowler blows his top and ends up with a stinky score, he invariably blames the alleys, the pins or the pin-setters. So, let’s ignore those few gripes for a moment . . . Hotel accomodations at Hotel Fort Shelby W'ere satisfactory because those of us on the Reception Committee didn’t hear any squawks. Okay so far. Buffet luncheon in the Sky-Room went over big, and if the out-oftowners were so hungry that the chef couldn’t keep up with them, their impatience was soon overcome by friendly chatting with pals until the tables again were replenished. Okay, so far. (By the way, I wonder, if ‘Pops” Diliinger and his crew of assistants managed to get a bite to eat or were they all in a hurry to get back on the job?) There was plenty of sight-seeing going on, with individual parties asking a few questions as to whereabouts, etc., altho on the Friday evening when that Chicago bunch came in, we were stuck for a nearby place for dancing and funning. We had planned on the West Side of Detroit for your extra-curricular fun-, but it’s easy to agree that you didn’t want to go too far from the hotel for fear of getting lost. At any rate, to make a short story long, up until the banquetdance things were rolling even more smoothly than was expected. Now, however, we come to the “fly in the ointment” . . . the “thorn in the hand” . . . call it what you will, but as far as your Ferret is concerned, the banquet was a let-down after all the events that went before . . . And this is meant as an apology. NO MORE BANQUETS! Trouble wras, in the first place, that more than 1100 people attended this highly advertised banquet. In the second place, preparations were made for not quite a thousand. To go into fine details would only cause embarrassment which wouldn’t serve any purpose now that the affair is over. I, personally, felt as. though I had invited private guests to my home and then didn’t prepare enough to eat or to drink. What hurt most was when Louis Balogh and his wife Ann, (the former Ann Biro) and a couple of other “paid” guests had to leave because there wasn’t enough to eat. Luke and I sat across from Lou Balogh at the Cleveland banquet last year, and there was so much to eat that platters were still loaded when tummies were filled. What hurt still more was the continuous clamor of “Ferret, you promised us plenty to eat and where is it?” Sorry, folks, but the unexpectedness of the huge crowd fouled us up. However, there is a solution to this problem so that it will never occur again. In the humble opinion of your Ferret, let there not be any more long, stuffy bowling-banquets. Let’s rather, plan on a closed dance for bowlers, out-of-town guests and invited dignitaries. If food is required, let there be a long buffet table, loaded with plenty of good things to eat, with a hot dish or two which could be kept at the appetizing temperature, and lots of little tables strewn around a huge dance floor. There are a good many people who don’t dance, but will gather in their own party to eat, drink, sing or just chatter away. Those who like dancing, will be right there with the more conservative guests, and everyone can have a lot of fun . . . And the beauty of this whole thing is that it will do away with all misunderstandings that always arise from banquets served in confusion. It may cost the Tournament Committee almost as much (certainly not more) as a banquet, but I feel that the entire affair could be run off more smoothly to the general satisfaction of the parties for whom these affairs are given ... It would be worth a try! BEING CHEERFUL — PAYS There are a lot of personality items that I would kind of like to* squeeze in here. Remember, that new friends were made, old friendships renewed, and the fraternal spirit of Verhovay members through-out the country strengthened just a bit more. Quite often, that “fraternalism” is thrown into my face when folks are disappointed or disillusioned, but the -beautiful word “fraternalism” can be everything you máké it. Your Ferret has found out that to win anything worthwhile, you have to fight for it, and keep on fighting, hard, quite often to the point of heartbreak, but let me tell you, folks, it pays off to exert a little effort. I’ve found more grand friends, learned so many things, became just a bit more tolerant and still retained my enthusiasm for the “fraternal spirit”. When I can go anywhere, meet complete strangers and have them call out “Hiya, Ferret,” don’t ever let anyone tell you that it doesn’t pay rich dividends to be just a little cheerful soul, smiling in the face of hard work, grinning and bearing cynical remarks, and taking it on the chin. Try it, once, chil’run, it doesn’t cost a cent ... But you want to hear personality items, eh? Well, this part of my tale centers around the Reception desk at Hotel Fort Shelby. This desk (Continued on page 7) for the huge crowd trying to get in. It was a great disappointment to some bowlers and many more guests, but for none greater than the members of the National Executive Tournament Committee and their administrators. Some of the bowlers left and hundreds of the local guests had to be turned away. This, certainly, was not according to plan. All that can be said now is that the unfortunate local conditions that were beyond human control, will be avoided in future tournaments. It won”t happen again and the bowlers can rest assured that at all future tournament banquets reserved seats will await each and every one of them. The reader looking at the above picture will be puzzled by the two people facing the speaker. Who is the white-haired gentleman and who the girl with the beautiful hair? They look like winter and spring side by side . . . Well, the gentleman is director Coloman Kolozsvary of Cleveland, O., a booster of Cleveland’s bowlers and all causes that serve the advancement of the Verhovay. And the young lady? She is Miss Delores McDonough who, a little while later, took her stand in front of the microphone to announce the winners of the Best Uniform Contest. She served as a judge together^with Dr. A. J. Loser from Lorain, O., and Dr. Kovács, who was the chairman of this committee. Miss McDonough, whose frontal view is as beautiful as her shiny blonde hair, displayed above, adorns the cashier’s office at Hotel Fort Shelby.*
