Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. január-június (24. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)

1941-05-29 / 22. szám

May 29, 1941

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VERHOVAY SPORTSMEN of BRANCH 164

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS -----------------_______________________Verhovayak Lapja

“SUNNY-GAL”

Reckon you and I are still pardners,

Sunny-gal?

Tho you’ve been carried away from me,

precious pal,

I still wait and pray,

you remember the day:

I said I’d be joinin’ you, my dear Sunny-gal.

It’s been a long time, Sunny-gal, since I said not “good-by” but just “so long,” dearest pal!

I can still feel your baby arms

around me; your big brown eyes gazing upon me.

Let’s try to forget your pain ’cause we’ll make up again, all you have suffered, Sunny-gal!

You remember you told me not to cry,

dear little girl.

But my tear-dimmed eyes were blurred

with many tears,

And all I could see was your small form

lying there.

And I too suffered agonies untold Then when all pain ended, and you were gathered tenderly in the arms of our dear Jesus,

I could weep no longer.

He was my Comforter, and thru

many long, lonely hours he watched o’er me.

And at last I said: “No, she is not

gone, she’s only living in another world.” And we shall meet again in Heaven,

Sunny-gal.

We loved each other too much, I guess,

Sunny-gal.

He tho’t it wasn’t right, did He, pal?

I’ve shed many tears,

But thru the rest of the years

I’ll be waiting to greet you, precious

Sunny-gal.

—“Trixie” of Yatesboro, Pa.

* * *

ROMANCE

Golden moon, shining rapturously down from above,

’Neath your spell we have fallen hopelessly in love.

’Tho we are your captives and

have been pierced by Cupid’s darts, Our lips and eyes are smiling'

and there’s sunshine in our hearts.

We gaze fondly upon you, and the moonbeams at their play shower upon us your golden dust— to bless as we linger an listen to the gentle whisper of the breeze amongst the trees— softly hushed as tho to pray.

Shadows mingle near, we are lost in reverie.

Show us a path of silvery white

that we may tread without fear— thru the years ahead.

Cherish the memory of romance

’neath the golden moon—heavenly bliss. Break not the promise you made with your first kiss. |

—“Trixie” of Yatesboro, Pa.

May is ending but the things that have happened this month will be long remembered by the members of Branch 164.

I will write the most important business happenings first so that I may have the rest of the column to gossip about the past affairs and the not too distant future events.

MEETINGS

The Senior Order held their regular monthly meeting on Friday, May 2, and the routine business was soon over.

All members present stood with bowed heads as our president, Mr. Irocky, announced the death of Michael J. Varga, Supreme Treasurer of our great organization, and prayed that he rest in peace.

The branch will present a token to all volunteer and drafted men from 164, and thus will begin another tradition of fraternalism and friendship.

A Regulation Army Kit will be presented to each soldier when he enters the service of the United States Army.

One of the Senior members will present the gift, with a few words of congratulations, and attempt to show the new members that, we of Branch 164, send our best wishes and hopes for happiness in their new life.

After the meeting was adjourned, refreshments were served. There was quite a large membership present, and Mrs. Rak capably handled the food angle to everyone’s satisfaction.

SPORTS

The bowling season is over until September. I am patiently waiting for the report of final scores and prize winners from the bowling secretary. I’m surq that I will have this report in time for my next months column.

Or shall I?

Of course, you all must have read the disastrous end of the Detroit-Chicago bowling match held in Chicago on April 26.

I won’t repeat the scores, but if you want to know what happened, I will refer you to Frank Szopko’s report from Detroit, in the last English edition.

As Frank mentioned, we all had a grand time after the match.. The Bowling Committee, of Branch 164 planned a party for the Detroit team and fans. We were sorry that only five players arrived from Detroit. Those who stayed at home missed a grand evening.

There was plenty to eat and drink, and we even had entertainment in the person of Andy Janovics with a clarinet—such as it was.

I met the boys for the first time, enjoyed their company, but solemnly vow that I will never again try to explain the Chicago system of streets to an out-oftowner. It’s much too complicated a job.

FUTURE EVENTS

June 22 is the day: Frank’s Grove at 117th and Homan Avenues is the place; and the affair is the big 55th Anniversary celebration of the Verhovay organization. This is the last chance I have to remind you, and 1 must impress the importance of your presence at this picnic.

This will be the biggest, most elaborate picnic of your dreams;

it’s one affair you can’t afford to miss.

I’ll see you there.

Branch 342 and our own Branch 164 will hold their annual picnic on July 6th at the Silver Leaf Picnic Grove. All North and West side Verhovay members with their friends will be there.

These two picnics are "musts” on your entertainment budgets. At the first mentioned, you will have a chance to meet friends and members of the town surrounding Chicago, and at the second picnic you will find all your friends and neighbors. I’m sure you won’t miss either of these affairs.

Remember, June 22 and July 6! PAST EVENTS

Words fail me when I want to describe the marriage ceremony and wedding that joined together Olga Chudek and Ernest Kunstadt, Jr. In the cool and quiet beauty of St. Vincent’s church, Olga solemnly marched down the aisle to the altar, preceded by her maid of honor and four bridesmaids. George and Nancy Sabik, as ring bearer and flower girl, were also in the procession.

The girls were beautiful to see but the beauty of the bride will always be remembered with a thrill. I can still see her cool and gracious smile, and as the organ music swelled a lump caught in my throat.

The best man and groomsmen ushered in the groom, and the ceremony started.

The congratulations and rice were profuse, and the young couple were Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Kunstadt, Jr.

After the ceremony I went to the hall to help a little in the preparation for the wedding supper, and the sight overwhelmed me. Mrs. Rak, Mrs. Kolozsi, Mrs. Baczurik, Mrs. Ivan were busilyengaged in the kitchen, preparing the appetizing meal, and the aroma made my mouth water.

It was a three hour job for Mrs. Csonka and myself to cut all the delicious cakes that were home made by Mrs. Paul Sabo, Mrs. Ott and Mrs. Csonka.

I must say I did quite a bit of sampling, and they were all just too good for words.

Some 200 guests from East Chicago, Indiana Harbor, Detroit, Cadillac -and Chicago were present to enjoy the very best dinner.

After the dinner toasts were drunk to the bride and groom and their happiness.

There were two orchestras to play for the dancing and four men at the bar, to serve you.

This was a very beautiful, gorgeous and delightful wedding, and I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Kunstadt, Jr. will continue their very happy beginning.

FLASH NO. 1

Last year I mentioned that Julius Jones enlisted in The United States Army. It is my pleasure to report to you that he likes the life and has just been made an uncommissioned officer.

Lots of luck to you, Julius, and if any of the other boys turn up in your squad, take good care of them.

FLASH NO. 2

A young member of ours will soon announce his wedding engagement, and he might do it this month. His parents are very well known in Verhovay circles,

and the last name starts with “K” (it’s not Kunstadt, so guess again).

FLASH NO. 3

Two of the first to receive their Army Kits from the branch were Frank Kantor and Marv Kunstadt. Frank left for camp on May 8th and Marv left on May 12th. The two boys met at Fort Sheridan, and reports are that they both look "swell” in uniform (?).

FLASH NO, 4

I mustn’t forget to mention the 40 pound wedding cake that adorned the table in front of the young Kunstadts. Believe me, 1 got my share along with everybody else, and it was too good to sleep on.

FLASH NO. 5

Just a reminder that after May comes June, and that after all the past excitement some more good times, and in between all this commotion I still have to get supper ready for my husband, so-o-o I will close my article, Roping that you enjoy it.

I promise to be back next month with another article.

Just me,

Margaret Stangret,

Publicity Agent.

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THE LITTLE ANGEL

By Robert Sigmund

All of us remember when we were children the fun we had, and the various things we did. And I, too, remember quite plainly my childhood. But when fond recollections wish to bring memories into view I always think of one instance that I am not very proud of.

My mother and dad operated a grocery store. They sold everything in it—even candy. And, of course, being a child, the most favorite section of the store that I enjoyed was the section that had the candy counter. I made a visit to it everyday. Chocolate bars, fudge, carmel, we- had all kinds of candy.

One day I noticed we were selling red and black balls. My father, I thought, had just got them. The red sign on the box said they were “jaw breakers.” After tasting a few I craved for more. It seemed that when you sucked on a black one it would turn red, and vise versa. So I found myself going to the candy counter daily for “jaw breakers.” Candy, however, isn’t good for little children, and I didn’t want my mother to know that I was eating so many “jaw breakers,” so there was one thing to do— economize.

Every time I had a taste for a “jaw breaker” I would go to the candy counter, take one out of the box. suck on it for a little while, and then put it back in the box to be sold to the customers.

This I did almost everyday for about a week until one day my mother happened to pick up a moist “jaw

breaker.” Thinking nothing of it, she threw it away. But the next day she found another, and the next, still another, until I was called.

Of course mother’s little angel wouldn’t do a thing like that, but seeing it was hopeless I confessed. Mother broke me from the habit of doing that again, but don’t ask me how.