Az Ember, 1943 (18. évfolyam, 25. éves jubíleumi szám)
1943-07-04 / 25. éves jubileumi szám
50-ik oldal. Az Ember July 4, 1943 A PECULIAR GENTLEMAN OF THE PRESS By DR. EDMOND PAUKER Gentlemen of the Press are peculiar individuals all over the world. ■ We have known many of them in various parts of the globe but none so singular as one Ferenc Gondor of East 79th St., New York, N. Y. He owns and controls a whole paper, body and soul ,to the last inch, a Hungarian weekly which looks like a pocketbood edition compared to American journals. This publication is now celebrating its 25th anniversary. Twenty-five years is a lot of years in a newspaperman’s life and for that matter in anybody’s life. In the course of a quarter of a century much good and much harm can be done by a fighting pen. Mr. Gondor’s paper has done much good for good causes, much harm to bad ones. It fought incessantly, valiantly, fearlessly, and so effectively that it made a vast number of friends and no less enemies. It is a guess whether the friends outnumber the enemies. Certainly the multitude of friends is large enough to make a political party and if you count his enemies you have an army. This potent and vigorous weekly with its eight-ten pages is obviously a pretty important organ. It whips Hungarian public opinion into shape to do its share in the momentoos fight for the Freedoms of humanity. However, this is not the point at the moment; this point has been recognized and ackowledged often enough by friends and enemies alike. What we want to empha- j size on this occasion is the ! unique achievement of the man and his paper, hardly ' DR. PAUKER ÖDÖN matched by other publishers and editors. Many papers live twenty-five years or more but few arrive at distant milestones bearing the original credo on their banner. It is a notorious fact that ownership of publications undergoes changes, other interests take over with the result of new policy. The paper’s name may be the same but its principles and opinions swing to the right or the left. When financial difficulties, forced sales, political temptation, pressure or dictatorial terror wrest control from the hands of publishers, there it is: the change of font. Editors come and go, yield or quit according to backbone. To be sure, dauntless newspapermen, editors, columnists, correspondents, reporters don’t bow their heads but protest and battle for principles and public interest. Usually, however, they have to fight their battles in columns of other papers. Ferenc Gondor’s career is j unique because he didn’t have to yield or quit. When- I ever his independence as a I publisher or editor was threatened a magic formula enabled him to carry on. The magic of this formula secur-RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL A VILÁG LEGNAGYOBB SZÍNHAZA ROCKEFELLER CENTER 6,000,000 embert rajongással szórakoztat évente a Radio City Music Hall . . . ahol a nemzet legkiválóbb mozgóképei kerülnek bemutatásra . . . ahol a NAGY SZÍNPADON a hires MUSIC HALL SZIMFONIKUS ZENEKARA RAPÉE ERNŐ vezetése alatt a világ legközkedveltebb nyitányait játsza és zenei hátteret ad a látványos színpadi produkcióknak, bemutatva az újra szerződtetett ROCKETTES táncegyüttest ... az egyetlen állandó amerikai Corps de Balletet .. . kiváló VOKAL EGYÜTTESEKET . . . és ragyogó különleges szórakoztató előadásokat. Phone: RAvenswood 8-2901 Standard Exterminating Co. Alex Feuerstein, Prop. 25-56 STEINWAY STREET LONG ISLAND CITY, N. Y. ed for him freedom of the press under all circumstances. To provide himself with a publication of his own he founded “Az Ember” 25 years ago in Budapest. To assure faithful heralding of his social philosophy and practical politics he employed himself as editor-in-chief, columnist, correspondent, reporter, and office boy. For tidiness in j h i s one-room publishing [ plant, he signed on for the job of scrubwoman also. Having thus organized ,an j able and reliable staff, and being in full control of the whole enterprise, lock, stock, and barrel, he issued his first number declaring a one-man war against the enemies of the Freedoms. When bloody force of political terror strangled the free press in Hungary, he put his paper under his arm and set up tent in Vienna, Austria. Losing no time, he published his paper in the heart of that foreign country and so demonstrated the magic of the free and portable press. The magic worked. It burrowed underground channels for propaganda in Hungary, organized resistance among refugees in Austria and showed the western world how the seeds of rebellion are sowed in the midst of subjugated people. When it became no longer possible for a liberal foreign paper to appear on the streets of Vienna, Mr. Gondor packed up and, putting his newspaper business into his vestpocket, availed himself of the freedom of the seas. He took passage to America. After settling on the East Side of New York in the heart of the Hungarian district, he started the procedure all over again. In his capacity as a publisher he recruited a strong editorial staff appointing himsell editor, columnist, etc., all the way down the line and invaded those nooks and corners of the United States where Hungarians live. Here he is, this amazing Gentleman of the Press and his unique paper which started out twenty-five years ago with the same principles it proudly professes today. These principles, which seemed like idle dreams way back in the dim past, are nearer and nearer to realization every day. They are so vitally valid today that you find them in the Atlantic Charter as fundamental requisites of worthwhile human existence anywhere on the earth. Mr. Gondor’s battle is not over as yet but the signs point to victory. He already has the satisfaction that Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill at the head of the Allied Nations envisage for common people everywhere 2 world which he dreamed about, demanded, and fought for since a quarter of a century. Remegünk már... Irta: VÁRNAI ZSENI Remegünk már, kiesik vagyunk nagyon, Mi urunk, Végzet, ne tiporj agyon. Buvunk tőled, mint üldözött zsivány, Utánunk nyargalsz szilaj paripán. Jaj most á jónak s jaj, ki vétkezett, Minden rejtekbe elér a kezed. Mindenütt vagy, ó mindenütt tudunk, Te irányítod rosszra az utunk. Te vagy a kard és te vagy a golyó, Halálvonat vagy és a vérfolyó. Szárnyas gépen a megbomlott kerék, Csatahajón a reccsenő derék. Háború vagy, a dögvész, a halál, Hulló kö, mely fejünkön talál. Szivünknek mélyén ó te vagy a seb És sosem voltál szörnyűbb, véresebb, Mint ezidön, mely felettünk inban. A lelkűnkben most őrület fogan. Kezemben is, lássad, reszket a toll, Mikor csapsz le rám, mikor érsz utói? Hisz úgy hullunk már, mint őszi legyek Hova rejtsem, kik nékem kedvesek? Hol van a rejtek és hol van a zug, Mikor felettünk vad haragod zug? És süvít és kavar, tombol és sej jer . . . Szörnyű szavában egy isten perel És romboló haragját zúdítja ránk, Emberi szókat már nem tud szánk, Csak bődülünk, mint taglózott barom: Mi urunk, Végzet, ne tiporj agyon! I A New Yorki Magyar Egyletek Központi Bizottsága A magyar demokratikus egységért tiz éve folytatott harca alkalmából Üdvözli mindazokat, kik munkájukkal az Egyesült Nemzetek teljes győzelmét elősegítik s a Magyar Egységet lehetővé teszik A huszonötödik évforduló alkalmából üdvözli AZ EfdBER-t TUTURUTU BANDI A 25 éves “AZ EMBER”-t szeretettel üdvözli: I. 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