Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)

1941-11-27 / 48. szám

November 27, 1941

Verhovavak Labia

The 376 Herald

(Prop. & Ed.,

Pvt. John “Dirk” Fulop)

Page 5

Appeal, Beauty and Charm

tfy BETTY CAROL BALEGA

Being a seasoned veteran of a few weeks in the Army, ye ed feels qualified to express some of his views about this Army and to recount a few experiences.

We started out at New Cumberland Induction Center, at which destination we arrived via train through the Allegheny Mountains and the famous Horseshoe Bend near Altoona, Pa. Nothing much happened there except that we were registered, interviewed, given an intelligence test (which was my undoing), vaccination (which still itches), shots in both arms (which still hurts) and a uniform (which still doesn’t fit), with necessary and miscellaneous accoutrements.

The uniform I have isn’t very bad, though, and I didn’t mind the overseas cap getting in my eyes except that it kept tickling the end of my nose, which is very bad when you are trying to salute. And when I got the short coat which they call an “O. D. Blouse,” they gave me a few tent pegs along with it. The trousers were kind of tight until I found somebody else was in them with me! And, oh yes! In the Army it isn’t the case “If the shoe fits you, put it on.” You put them on regardless. But enough about my uniform (all of it).

After several days at New Cumberland, I found myself among those scheduled to leave for Camp Lee, Va. So one fine midnight we started out bright and late for Camp Lee.

After an uneventful trip— oh, why be modest? At Washington, D. C., the train stopped and President Roosevelt came aboard to confer with me on the priorities question—we finally got to Camp Lee, where I was assigned to Company B of the Sixth Quartermasters Training Regiment (that last in case someone would-like to write to me).

That brings us up to where I am now, and I don’t know whether that is hither or thither, or to and/or fro, or here nor there, or where? All day it is “Attention!” Right face, left face, about face, forward march, left march, right march, to the rear march, by the left flank march, by the right flank, half left, oblique right, oblique left, at close intervals, open ranks, close ranks, cadence, step one, two, three, four, left shoulder, right shoulder, cold shoulder, port,

parade rest, at ease (but you’re not), and all over again, all to the lovely strains of “The Washington Post March,” played on a recording over a loudspeaker. To date it’s been played 473 times (by actual count). It’s getting so I can snore it in my sleep.

Oh, I do other things besides march. One is refighting the Civil War with a few of these corporals and sergeants who have lived here in the South all their ives. They have won the first few battles, as they have me on kitchen police, which is not policing at all but peeling potatoes, etc. Yeah! home was never like this, or vice versa.

Another thing I do is take care of my enterprise. I have organized the “Amalgamated Brotherhood of Letter and Correspondence Writers Union,” Local 173. As the only active (or otherwise) member of my union, I collect $1.00 from each soldier, for which I take care of all his correspondence for a month. And as the president and officers of my union, I have to pay myself 25c monthly for dues.

They say that the sergeant is the toughest man in the Army. That is not true. He’s the three toughest men in the Army. But when it comes to real toughness, though, in this Army you have to go to the mess hall. There you have meat and bread that a steel-jacketed cartridge won’t pierce.

By the way, in a recent issue of the Journal I found out that Steve Kun, Jr. is down here at Camp Lee, with Co. C, 8th Quartermasters Regiment. I’m in the 6th Quartermasters Regiment, but unless I take a week end leave and go to find Steve, I’ll probably never see him. The camp is 16 square miles in area and has a population of approximately 32,000 soldiers. Steve says the food is “wholesome and good,” mostly wholesome.

Now let’s jump down to Camp Davis, N. C. You don’t know how it hurts me to find out that an entire battery there should have to undergo such a soul-stirring disappointment to see the pictures of non-members and unknown writers in the Journal week after week, when all the while they anxiously and eagerly anticipated the classic profile of Margaret Kutska Stangret. Undoubtedly the entire Battery E men are all Verhovay members, and therefore justified in griping.

I’m glad to find out that Mrs. Stangret is considered the “best” contributor. I have always thought she is a very good and faithful contributor, even if she is a little “flash-happy,” but I never knew she is the “best.” I’m sure the editors would not be so untactful as to designate any contributor the best. They are more diplomatic than that—and more fair. I have the pleasure of knowing them personally, so I have grounds for what I say.

Of course, considering that the very popular J. J. Horvath, Amelia Nyers, Betty Carol Balega, The Ferret, etc. are apparently non-member, unknown writers, I can understand why Private Kunstadt considers her the best.

Of course, Battery E couldn’t be mistaken. Take The Ferret for instance. She is just as fine if not as loyal a contributor as Mrs. Stangret, and I swear she’s a member, and neither is she unknown (ask Branch 395, McKeesport, Pa.). And I think she is just as well gifted as Mrs. Stangret who, without a dbubt, is a good writer. But you don’t hear anyone rising up in protest because The Ferret’s picture has not been printed yet, and it is worth seeing, I assure you.

And “Marv,” whereas Mrs. Stangret saw “more truth than poetry” f in what you wrote, I can see nothing of either. And I may be an unknown writer, even though I write fairly often for the Journal and have two certificates with Verhovay, in fact have been a member since infancy. So I, too, have a right to put my two cents worth in.

But if everybody follows our example and puts his or her two cents worth in, this paper will turn out to be a heck of a thing. All I’m asking you to do is to look at the names of those whose pictures appeared so far and see how many are unknown or non-members.

Again, are the Misses Nyers and Balega unknown, the former with her fine poetry and excellent Children’s Page; the latter whose Ladies’ Page has inspired even me to try to make myself pretty? And 'J. J. Horvath? Surely you don’t begrudge these good people? Or John Sabo, president of Branch 395, who also had his. “mug” in the Journal? He’s really a hustler and deserves to be up among the first.

Now comes the sore spot.

Although there is still plenty of time to plan ahead and do your Christmas shopping in comfort, now is the right time to buy the most important gifts and save yourself from “last minute headaches.” Going over the latest releases, I find that the beauty specialists have outdone themselves in gifts and suggestions.

Schiaparelli has done up her luxurious scents, Shocking and Sleeping, in rationed packages at prices to please the budget. Her “Sleeping Sentinels,” three small candlesticks each Containing one dram of this titillating fragrance, are ideal. The little candlesticks rest on a Sleeping blue satin pillow, under a transparent snuffer. Shocking fans will love her “Shocking Love Birds,” a particular Christmas gift, complete with two full dram bottles posed like love birds in a gilded cage, and a tiny spring to hang it on a cedar bough. Then there is Schiaparelli’s Chirstmas gift soap, “Shocking Silhouettes,” which is moulded like her famous dressmaker perfume bottle. All come in attractive packages to please the fastidious and perk up the bathroom!

From La Cross comes a bevy of adorable manicure sets for Christmas gifts. And believe me, they haven’t missed a trick this year! The sets I especially favor are the Beauty Date, a rather inexpensive affair in a charming roll case in satin moire simulated leather. Bengaline-lined. Contains all the necessities for a complete manicure. Then there is the Saddle Bag, expertly designed Pin Morocco grain, genuine leather case. This set costs a bit more, but is certainly well worth it! And lastly, the “tops” from La Cross... the Largess, which is elegantly styled smooth saddle leather with a gold finish closure. The Largess contains everything needed to keep your hands wed to beauty.

Yardley’s products bring you so many marvelous suggestions, it would be possible to close your eyes and still pick a winner! Among my favorites are the Beauty Secrets Gift Set consisting of cold cream, toning lotion, night cream and complexion milk. One of the most clever ideas is the Mr. and Mrs. Set. The feminine half of the set includes a box of Bond Street Face Powder, a bottle of English Lavender and a box of Lavender soap; the

My picture was also printed before Mrs. Stangret’s. That was a mistake, I readily concede, for hers would have been a far better choice there, but the editors no doubt are following the “first come, first served” rule.

Well, I’ve blown off a lot of steam and feel much better now. I couldn’t stand by and see all those fine contributors called non-members and unknown writers. But I’m sure that Battery E is broad-minded enough to see my side. If they’re not— well, I just hope I’m not sent to Camp Davis, N. C.

However, I, too, should like to have faithful followers like Mrs. Stangret.

masculine half features a wooden Shaving Bowl, After Shave Lotion and a tin of Invisible Talc. This gift combination is boxed in a gray package decorated with the flying horse, “Pegasus,” on a mauve background. For sheer luxury you have the De Luxe Gift Set, a grand collection of Lavender toiletries and beauty aids. This huge set contains: Bath Salt Tablets, Soap, Talcum Powder, Sachet Bags, Skin Sachet, English Lavender, Smelling Salts, Complexion Cream, Toning Lotion, Foundation Cream, Milk-of-Lavender, Lipstick, Cream Rouge, Eye-shadow, Loose Powder Double Vanity.

Helena Rubinstein gives us a collection of newly designed gifts this year that simply takes one's breath away! Each gift is a work of art, and there is something for everyone on the feminine half of your list. There is, for instance, a genuine leather overnight beauty case. Mother would be thrilled with that! Then there is the cosmetic evening bag, “Good Evening,” in black satin with gold braid... or entirely white. It is completely fitted with a cosmetic section that pulls out, plus plenty of room for other accessories. Madame Rubinstein’s Jewel Powder Box is certain to bring ohs and ahs from some lucky person on your list. It is white kid trimmed with red for face powder or jewelry. Lovely! A lot on the military side is the adorable V-Scentry... its body consisting of a box of Apple Blossom Dusting Powder and its head a round cake of soap. While the Poinsettia Flower Pot, two little flacons of perfume, Apple Blossom and Town, peeping out behind acetate Poinsettias planted in a white flower pot, is also ideal!

Shulton brings forth a new and different idea in their Children Packages. No longer need little daughters envy their mothers in the possession of spicy toiletries, for Shulton has designed a wood-veneered cradle holding a soap doll, dressed in a white wash cloth, under whose skirts rest a small size bottle of Old Spice toilet water and cylinder of talcum. The sturdy cradle is decorated with a guardian angel to watch over baby, “Abigail,” and after the toiletries have been removed your daughter will spend many happy hours rocking her baby doll to sleep. Another Old Spice child’s gift is a package of three little soap babies, their names, Matilda, Martha and Jane. The wood-veneered box is decorated with scenes occurring in the child’s day, from mother washing faces in the morning to tucking babies into bed at night. This soap has been especially created for children’s tender complexions, and is less perfumed than the regular Old Spice soap.

It’s not too early to begin your Christmas shopping immediately!--------------o-------------Locked from the inside, a safety latch for doors and windows has been invented that enables a door or window to be partially opened and locked in that position.

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