Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. január-június (24. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)
1941-02-13 / 7. szám
THE 376 HERALD (PROP. AND ED., JOHN “DIRK” FULOP) co-operate with the Officers and Committee in the 55th Jubilee Celebration and Membership Drive of our great Organization. Any service you can render will be greatly appreciated. New members of Branch 96 are: Frank Zsiga, Eleanor Hulvey, Mrs. Helen Hulvey. LaVerne Schuster and Helen Feleky. Welcome to our Branch! Fraternally, Mrs. Louis Sabo, Publicity Agent.--------------O-------------BRANCH 366 NOTICE Cleveland, Ohio The regular meetings of Branch 366 are held the first Friday of every month, beginning at 8 p. m., at the Verhovay Hall, 8637 Buckeye Road. Only three persons are authorized to collect dues for branch 366, and they are Calvin J. Karnya, Treasurer, 2678 Grand Avenue; Joseph J. Horvath, Financial Secretary, 2920 East 116th Street; Louis Vassy, District Organizer, 8637 Buckeye Road. If a member pays dues to anyone else we can not accept responsibility for it. Checks and money orders should be mailed to Branch 366, Verhovay Fraternal Insurance Association. The following members are entitled to dividends: Mrs. Irene Ágoston, Elizabeth Andrassy, Joseph J. Andrassy, Rose Babinyecz, John J. Balazs, Bela Balogh, Peter Dopko, Betty Bosway, Helen Bosway, Eugene Horvath, Ernest Kardos, Helen Kardos, Julius M. Kovachv. Francis E. Mettie, Julius W. Pastor, Mrs. John Richkoski, Joseph Rotz, Ernest Sabo, Alex J. Smith, Zoltán Szabó. Florence Takacy, Betty F. Toth, Louis Városi, Helen E. Veres, John Chunyo, HBlen Stromp, John G. Wächter, John Kovács III., Maria Weiland. If Mrs. Mary Szitás of Branch 361 comes to our meeting with proper identification, she will -receive dividends after Joseph Szell; Mrs. John Kovach after John Kovach; Paul Szabó after John Szabó; and if Joseph Andrassy contacts Joßeph J. Horvath, Financial Secretary of Branch 366. dividends after Robert Andrassy will be settled. Members and the above named are urged to attend the meetings, so that these matters may be cleared as soon as possible. Fraternally, Joseph J. Horvath, The 376 Herald makes its appearance for the first time in a year. Twice it passed into what seemed to be oblivion, and now it is back for a third term, which proves that national events has a great influence over it. Nothing has changed in the “Herald.” “Ye ed.” is the same except for a few gray hairs which now adorn his intellectual head piece. To those who have never read the “HERALD,” we say that you haven’t missed anything; to those who remember passing up this column before, we ask them to please continue to do so in the future, with the same confidence that was displayed previously and lastly, to those who read our column before (all both of you), we give you our unbounded sympathy, undying gratitude and unending cut out of our pay. Before the “Herald” was so abrubtly discontinued last time (for reasons which we shall not go into now), it had been describing the labors of its founder, as he was engaged in the task of earning his daily bread by the sweat of his brow. This narrative seemed to meet with the approval of, and was liked by, very many of its subscribers (two). Because of aforesaid reasons, the “Herald” shall continue in this vein. Since the last time the “Herald” was published, “Ye dear old ed.” has been employed at various and conglomerate occupations. Taking up from the time when the “Herald” went into temporary liquidation, we shall describe ir. chronological order (which is as logical an order as any) the various jobs we have had. dwelling lightly upon the tasks that were to be performed at each. Now for Job No. 1: Assistant to a Dental Mechanic This job lasted two weeks. A friend of mine, who held this position permanently, went on a vacation. During his abscence I took over, so I thought (when it was all over I was the one that ‘was tooken over.’) Now first it should be stated for the benefit of the unknowing that a dental mechanic is one who makes and repairs false teeth. So you see I was engaged in humanitarian endeavors. It isn’t hard to make false teeth, all you do is get a set of teeth, make a plaster of Paris cast, stick on a rubbery wax-like substance called ... but no, this narrative shall dispense with technicalities so that it might be less confusing. Anyway, we don’t The laboratory consisted of one room in a downtown office building. The entire personnel consisted of ‘me and my boss,’ to put it bluntly. He happened to be the owner, president, chief stock holder, and board of directors: I was his assistant, secre tary, shipper, deliverer, janitor, conservation corps, receptionist and representative. But I only drew down one salary. This job had its drawbacks. All jobs do except the elevator man’s. His has no drawbacks but its full of ups and downs. Well anyway, getting back to the drawbacks, business was bad, so what does the boss do but get me a pair of brass knuckles and a bunch of small cards advertising his business- Then he tells me to go around knocking peoples teeth out and then to hand them the card advertising his business. He was desperate. Being of a peace loving nature, you can imagine how such a task would nauseate me. However, I heroically set about fulfilling his requests, which proves that I also was desperate. For awhile everything went well, but then disaster befell me. Before I knew it—slap!, dab!, bam! I was biting the asphalt. The trouble was that I had hit the wrong guy. He reciprocated. My head regurgitated. Everything about 'me rotated. Well, I drummed up enough trade so the boss could eat supper that night anyway. I didn’t eat mine though; I wasn’t able to. The fact is that now I’m my boss’ best customer. My day went something like this: I was up each morning bright and early (just like the woodpecker). In fact, the woodpecker (from the song of the same name) and I had a lot in common. I serenaded my lady by sipping coffee and peck-peckpecking on the same toast. However, I could not do this all day long as the bird does at the same old tree; I had to go to work. After pecking another half inch off the same old toast, I would grab my millinery and get out of the house in time to catch the “8:30” car. And as my tiny feet pattered down the walk my dear mother would pull back the curtain and wave, and then reassured, with a song in my heart, a smile on my lips, a car check clasped tightly in my hand and my lunch under my arm, I was ready for another day of work. Arriving at the laboratory, I opened same with key and then proceeded to clean it up, wash it down, dust around and sweep it out. By the time this was done the “proprietor of the ‘jernt’ ” had arrived. After exchanging salutations and felicitations, he would dive headlong into a pile of molars, eye teeth, bicuspids, ets., and emerge with proportional amount of each. Then he would set about his work fixing, repairing and patching up a set of phony teeth or making a new set. While he was engaged at this I was dispatched to all corners of our fair city, its adjoining suburbs, immediate and adjacent metropolises, delivering sets of false teeth and picking up other sets that needed repair. On one hot, sultry day, during the course of my itinerary, 1 began to suffer the gnawing pangs of thirst. To alleviate this condition, I halted at a soda fountain (this was not listed on my itinerary) and I proceeded to irrigate my throat, epiglottis, tonsils and points south. While I was drinking, one set of false teeth I had bit me on my “medulla oblongata.” When I gotback I found out that this set belonged to the boss and he had given them to me by mistake. Right away I suspected sabotage On returning from a trip, 1 would unload all the sets I had. giving a brief explanation as to what was to be done with each set. Then I would start to clean the casts and the various instruments that were used 'in making the sets. Having completed this, I would sit still until there were enough calls to go out on. or deliveries to be made. I did not sit long. At twelve noon I had an hour off for lunch. On the salary 1 made I could not afford to eat. I ate anyway. Its a good thing I did not work there long, as I was getting dish-pan hands from washing dishes in restaurants to pay for my lunch. The afternoon went just like the morning only by that time the tune the boss was whistling was becoming very monotonous. He always whistled the same thing: “The Yanks Are Coming,” which was his version of “Prosperity Just Around The Corner.” He figured that if there were enough ‘Yanks’ they’d be needing a new set of... Oh! you get it... that’s one the hen didn’t lay. My work ended at five o’clock at which time I went home to my loved ones. I took the street car. It crossed the river and then wound its way up that part of the mountain side known as the North Side. My ‘stop’ was somewhere near the top and, as 1 would get off the car, I would gaze toward the west and more ALL WORK TOGETHER In these disordered days, the value of the agricultural marketing cooperatives must inevitably become greater. These organizations have two major duties. One is to represent the farmer in dealings with distributors, to the end that the producer may receive a fair price for what he sells. The other is to keep always in mind the interests and needs of consumers. Judging by the past history of the better marketing cooperatives, these duties will be performed. Their management has usually been wise and foresighted. It has realized its obligation to provide the consumer with a constant supply of highquality agricultural products at a reasonable cost, no less than its obligation to members. All factors in our national life must deal together—none can hope to take a purely selfish point of view and succeed. And these co-ops have worked on tliat eminently sound principle.--------------O----------—OBSERVATION Perhaps there is no property in which men are more distinguished from each other than in the various degrees in which they possess the faculty of observation. The great herd of mankind pass their lives in listless inattention and indifference as to what is going on around them, being perfectly content to satisfy the mere cravings of nature, while those who are designed to distinction have a lynx-eyed vigilance that nothing can escape. They know all that is passing, and keep a perfect reckoning, not only of every interesting passage, but of all the characters of the age who have any concern in them —North Star. often than enough would see the setting sun slowly descending behind the “Iron City Beer” sign on the opposite hill. Financial Secretary, remember what it is called. T
