Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. január-június (24. évfolyam, 1-26. szám)
1941-01-30 / 5. szám
Page 3 January 30, 1941. Verhov ay ah Lapja CHICAGO DETROIT CLEVELAND NEW YORK 77/ VERHOVAY’S f 55th Jubilee Year Regional Membership Contests CLOSES NOVEMBER 30, 1941 The “Old Man” Thumbnail Sketch oi the Northwest The reflected rays of the noonday sun flash from the panes of the great factory. A siren sounds. The whir of machinery stops. It is the lunch hour. From his office window the "Old Man” looks out at the smoking chimneys—across the tarred roofs of the farflung plant whose products are shipped by rail and sea to every nation. A boy brings a tray with a raw apple, a bottle of milk and some crackers. The “Old Man” is lunching at his desk. As he watches the workers swarming out of the factory, he sees a crowd collecting at the gate. Presently, a man who is standing on a packing case begins to wave his arms. He is a swarthy little man with a black mustache. The “Old Man” can’t hear what he is saying—but he can guess. The “Old Man’s” salary was published in yesterday’s newspaper. His income runs into six figures —more than the salary oi the President of the United States. The man speaking from the packing case is a professional agitator. It is his job to make the workers discontented with their lot. “Soak the rich,” he cries. He doesn’t care how much the “Old Man” pays out in taxes. “Down with capital!” he is shouting. “Down with the “Old Man!” At the fringe of the crowd a young man is eating a sandwich from his dinner pail. The “Old Man“ recognizes the young man. He is the son of Charlie Pedersen, a foreman in the tool room. He has been studying mechanical engineering at night school. Young Pedersen is not paying much attention to the man on the packing case. As he munches his sandwich he is thinking excitedly—“A salary like that is something to work for! The ‘Old Man’ started at the bottom just like me. It’s ability that counts. I have ability. Some day my pay check will be as big as that!” The “Old Man” did start at the bottom, and he is oroud of it. Five thousand men and women work for the great company and he holds the helm. Their trust, their hopes are in his hands. The “Old Man” never went to college, yet his laboratories are filled with graduates from the best schools in the land. His alma mater was a backwoods sehoolhouse where he trudged through the snow in copper-toed leather boots, McGuffey’s Reader in his hand. With most of the men and women who work for the company, “Old Man” is a term of genuine affection. They are puzzled when they hear the agitator on the packing case describe him as an octopus. There are white-haired men on the pay roll who can remember way back when the plant was a little one-story building and the “Old Man” was a tow-headed boy who carried water for the foundry. As the “Old Man” looks out the window he is not worried about the man on the packing case or what he is saying. He has met his kind many times before. He is worried more about what is happening in America today and about the eager, bright-eyed son of Charlie Pedersen. He is worried lest the sickness that has sized upon the rest of the world spread its infection through America; w-orried lest all the isms and insidious doctrines of alien places destroy our greatest heritage. Land of the free, and home of the brave! He thinks of Washington and Patrick Henry, of Jefferson and Lincoln. He thinks of the thousands of brave Americans who have faced the wilderness, who have laid down young lives on Freedom’s altar. He thinks of his own father walking beside his creaking wagon, crossing the Alleghenies, with a rifle in his hand. He thinks of his birthplace, an humble cabin on an Ohio farm chopped out of the hardwood. He reviews his own life, from its lowly beginning to his present proud position in industrial America. “Isn’t the essential difference,” he asks, “between this America of ours and all the polyglot nations of the earth, that this has always been a free land where men of ambition may scale the dizziest heights?” The social register of American business is filled with the names of men who came into the world with empty hands. Is the man on the packing case right? What does he offer in exchange? There must be bosses under any system. Isn’t the better boss a man who has worked his way from the bottom to the top, a man who is a good boss because he understands the problem? It would be too bad, the “Old Man” thinks, if the son of Charlie Pedersen should miss the opportunity that is his by heritage. It would be too bad if America should become like other countries, so regimented and politician-ruled that it would no longer be possible for a man to toil and climb and pluck the prime fruits of reward. For then this country would cease to be—America, sweet land of Liberty. Erwin, Wasey & Co., Inc. Advertising 420 Lexington Avenue, New York--------------o-------------Widowed Population and Chances of Widowhood There are close to 6,000,- 000 widows in the U. S. Almost 2,500,000 are 65 years old or over. Of the remaining many are at younger ages. A widow at age 35 has a life expectancy of 37 years; at age 45, 28 years, at 55, 20 years, and at 65, 13 years. Where a husband and wife are the same age, the chances are 55 in 100 that the husband will die first. Where the hus-By Andrew C. Simcho Branch 430—Homestead, Pa. On a crisp September morn, as we leave Omaha, Nebraska, we gaze backwards for our last glimpse of a large city, for, not until we come to Salt Lake City, Utah, shall we see another city with more than fifty thousand population. There, against the skyline, we see the Hotel Fontennelle sign. There too, standing out in truly monumental proportion, is the Union Pacific sign, the largest neon sign in the Middle West. Just above, deafening us, is a huge mainliner coming to land at the airport. Below us is the muddy Missouri; just ahead of us Council Bluffs, Iowa, and adventure. Council Bluffs is so named because of the Indian tribes having met there to hold councils as to what action to take against the flood of white settlers invading their done in. How vastly different from today’s commerce settling on these same bluffs! Leaving Council Bluffs, we very early discover the new meaning of “Fields of Golden Coin,” for here, on each side of us, are miles and miles of corn, all ready for the “last roundup.” Here is the oldest form of currency in the world. When money is scarce, go to the store and barter a bushel of corn for a pair of shoes. Iowa is famous for growing the tallest corn in the world. “You are now entering South Dakota,” reads the sign. To the average tourist. South Dakota is defined as a farm house surrounded by a state of wheat, for truly there are only a few people living in this state, but a large percentage of the nation’s wheat supply is grown here. The “Bad Lands” of South Dakota are not named so because bandits had holed up here but band is five years older these chances are increased to 65 in 100 and when 15 years older to 80 in 100. because the land is bad, rocky and of an undulating contour. “Black Hills of the Dakotas. Wish you were here,” so read hundreds of those penny post cards, for the Black Hills of North Dakota are beautiful. Here, three of our most illustrious presidents are being immortalized in a monumental task of sculpturing. “The wind nor the rain nor time shall erase the memory of these men from America.” From the Bad Lands to the Black Hills is sharp contrast. Not so long ago, a historic flight into the stratosphere was made from the Black Hills. For our first out of doors experience, let us pitch our tent under the stars and sleep the sleep of the contented. Tomorrow we enter Montana. (To Be Continued)--------------O--------------BRANCH 364 NOTICE Youngstown, Ohio Our regular monthly meeting will be held Tuesday, February 11, 1941, 8:00 p. m., at St. Stephen’s Home, Wilson Avenue. After the meeting we will hold a Valentine Party. There ivill be music for dancing. Refreshments will be served. Each member is asked to bring a Valentine card. There will be an exchange similer to the Christmas Party exchange. A pleasant time is assured all Bring your friends, ivives, husbands and sweethearts. The more the merrier. Let’s make the attendomce 100%. Fraternally, MRS. JOHN BARKÓ, Secretary.--------------O-------------Tests in Canada have shown that young fish can be planted in lakes or streams by dropping them from an airplane at the height of 500 feet without Injury.
