Verhovayak Lapja, 1940. július-december (23. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1940-09-26 / 39. szám
September 26, 1940 Page 4 Verhovayak Lapja No Work In Heaven Branch. 395 By ANNA KANYUSIK McKeesport, Pa. A mill worker knocked at the heavenly gates. St. Peter presently opened the gates and seemed pleased when he learned the mill worker was such. “Tell me about yourself,” he asked kindly. “How did you live?” “Well,” replied the mill worker, “I was very busy working at the mill. It was rather hard labor, very exciting and very interesting. I spent my working hours not only toiling but keeping up with all the new inventions relative to the machinery with which I worked.” “Tell me,” asked St. Peter, “did you make friends with your neighbors or had you other interests that took up your leisure time?” “Well, not exactly,” replied the mill worker. “I worked hard all day and was very glad to get home to take my regular daily nap after dinner. I really had no time nor opportunity to have other interests besides my work.” “My dear man,” answered St. Peter, “I appreciate your efforts regarding your work, but you have made a grave mistake. Heaven is a place for those who are prepared. We have no mills, no machinery that would take up your time here. You will have to go back and live among the eternal realities. Go learn to love people of all creeds and races. Read the finest literatures obtainable. Learn to appreciate music, science, art and numerous other worthwhile interests Learn to love and be lovable for all these are the elements of good living and eternal happiness.” This is the case not only among the mill workers but also of the millions of office workers, clerks, doctors, nurses and members of all walks of life—they seem to have no time whatsoever for other things outside their work. They also seem to be the ones who can’t see why they go on living day aftei day, going through the same , routine so far as their work is concerned. There is some thing lacking in their lives which makes them empty and dull. They fail to notice that which is essential to good living and complete happiness. These same persons, when coming in con tact with those outside their own profession, feel ill at ease when they are unable to answer simple questions regarding other walks of life. Both physical and mental stimulation must come to broaden one’s knowledge and everyone, more or less. Every one wishes to succeed, but success depends solely upon how one has spent his yesterdays, and how he has contributed to the welfare of others, making their lives both pleasant and agreeable. Life means more than just being in good health, making money and spending it. The most important factor, therefore, is appreciating the advantages of good living. If rightfully chosen, one’s profession should interest him for about eight hours a day. This leaves sixteen hours, eight of which should be spent in finding other interests. How pitiful for a young man or young woman to leave his or her work at the end of the business day with nothing vital to follow In its place. The mind that stops working when the five o’clock whistle blows is not a mind at rest. Weariness, except in cases of undue muscle strain, is not a physical but a mental strain on the body. It becomes monotonous having the same thoughts regarding our work, which becomes more mechanical than creative. Unless there is something to counteract this, these persons continue to dwell only upon the problems regarding their work. How can we counteract this weariness? One very important solution is taking an interest in that which is suited to the certain individual. Many of us would like to have attended college but never got the chance. The next best thing to be done in this case is to read, for reading is the main avenue leading to the road of fruitful efforts. By so doing we can not only keep up with the present news but also learn of man’s crudest methods of striving ahead. The habit of reading can easily be cultivated by anyone. This makes traveling through the various countries possible. An interest and appreciation of music is an integral part of culture. Radios give us the opportunity to hear the finest music rendered by th world’s leading musicians And those who are among the fortunate who can sing or play a musical instru ment should not hesitate to develop these talents. It is surprising how many of the outstanding singing stars began singing merely for a hobby. Clubs and edu cational organizations help scope of life. The stimulation of social contacts with others compensate for the time spent in pursuing them. Attending churches is a very important factor in securing happiness. The church is the oldest and most dynamic institution in the world, and certainly no person with a broad mental outlook can afford to ignore the invitation to the peace and spiritual enlightenment found within its walls. Anothei means of broadening one’s knowledge is to participate in the local nature study activities. It is very interesting to know why animal and plant life complement human life. The motor age has discouraged walking as a universal recreation. Hundreds of thousands have unconsciously permitted an automobile ride to take the place of good, healthful walking. Sculpturing, photography, dress making, bookbinding and crafts of various kinds are only a few of the hobbies open to all interested. Everyone must learn to live a more abundant life. Passing through periods of economic readjustment, it is hard to realize that there must be faith in hopes of better conditions. Should these hopes and ideals be given up? Can people exist merely by working,' eating and sleeping? As this world belongs to those who live in it, it is up to them to enjoy it to the fullest degree. No matter what walk of life a person is in he can still join the ranks of educated men and women and strive ahead toward the heritage of the human soul—amore abundant life. O SMOKE RINGS FROM YOUNGSTOWN Hail, fellow members! The fraternal spirit of Branch 364 in Youngstown, Ohio greets you! This is what might be called a resurrec tion. The dear old Branch has been dormant, so to speak, so far as publicity in our Journal is concerned, but quite active otherwise. Our demise came about in the following manner: Pista, cur editor, went into hiber nation and simply forgot to emerge in the spring. Pista, you just weren’t cut out for a groundhog! Believe it or not, it’s been a twelve month hibernation with him. Result: no publicity. Of course, you all read Statistics prove that the wisest investment one can make is insurance. The farsighted parents of this youngster have taken out insurance for the child, and he shall be grateful to them when he attains maturity. The Verhovay Fraternal Insurance Association has 54 years of solidity to attract any insurance prospect. our one publicized activity, our National Verhovay Day held last June at Whipoorwill Inn. The girls served at the banquet and the boys worked at the bar. Or did you, boys? Everything went hunky-dory, the guests were well fed, well entertained, well pleased, and some even carried away the sweet aroma of the essence of sauerkraut and chicken gravy on their clothes, hats, etc. (in fact, one gentleman had the distinction of using sauerkraut juice as a pomade!). All in all, it was a gala affair as well as a tremendous success. There were oodles of out of town Verhovay members, representing fourteen different states. Four cuties drove here all the way from Omaha, Nebraska to attend our celebration, so I was told. Following our August meeting, we met at the Rendes farm for a wiener roast in celebration of our successful Verhovay Day. And say! where did the wieners disappear so fast? Of course, we rolled out the barrel, too. Did anyone have a flat time? I’m just wondering whether Handel and Mazie attempted another swim in Lake McKelvey? Who was it that unsuspectingly gave you away to the watchman at our previous wiener roast, Handel? S’ funny, but Mazie somehow lost the giggle-water the boys all chipped in on and sent him to buy. No wonder our dear President Brogley has his hair cropped every summer! Confidentially, it is to keep him from tearing his hair when he has to contend with our antics at these particular outings. Our ace mischiefbox, Handel, dug up a onewheeler “push,” and was doing some fancy taxiservicing with his fair passengers. Bet you girls ended up in patriotic hues—you know, red welts and blue bruises on a white back ground. Probably very few were aware of the fact that we had a guest from the Niles branch among us at our last roasting party. The local boys complained about the lack of interest our girls showed in our baseball team. They neglected to accompany the team on its out of town trips; therefore there were no rooters to boost the players to victory. Judging from the fact that our team won the championship of the Verhovay League, it seems to me the girls did a good job by their absence. They were not at the games and did not distract our players, which eventually won us the championship. Incidentally, at our September meeting, it was decided that we would hold a victory rally in October, at St. Stephen’s Auditorium, when Mr. Darago, our Supreme President and guest of honor, whom we are all very eager to meet, will present a baseball trophy to our team. We’re not proud of our boys—much! Au revoir! —The Silhouette.
