Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)

1943-01-28 / 4. szám

Page 2 Verhovayak Lapja-----------------------------------Jaimary 28, 1943 VERHOVAY SPORTSMEN of BRANCH 164 Detroit, Michigan Dear Molly: When the idea of composing my contribution in letter-form popped up, it never occurred to me that our pal, A1 Jozik, could do the “Conga”! One — two — threee — and A1 “kicked” — in with a letter! Okay, Al, here’s hoping that my letters in the future will be as interesting to read, not only to “Someone Special” and to friends, but to all who happen to read our Ver­­hovay Journal. How did I begin my most interesting hobby is the question that has been asked a number of times. So, in this letter, I shall begin — and only begin, in a rather long and interesting (I hope!) story of a Verhovay member. I was not fooling, when I'wrote you that my letters are Volumes, and it is necessary to divide them into chapters, as brief as possible, and not to keep you in a “breathless stage” — we must spare the Life of our Editor — so much depends on you, too. It was in August, 1937, and I had received my copy of The Journal — July’s edition. We were in Babylon, L. I. then, and being a lover of Nature, everything has its meanings. The most picturesque scene in that chapter of my Album of Me­mories, is the changing colorful sunsets on the Bay and the white sails of boats that were anchored at the Yacht Club, which was only a few blocks away. I used to enjoy watching the sunset play tag^ on the waves. Some days, the water was calm, on other days, choppy waves danced along. As I sat in my favorite rocking chair, and watched Nature’s moving scenes, and caught a few tricks Nature plays on one’s imagination, my thoughts came back to where I began. Having read my personal mail, I opened my eyes wide with surprise! The column that caught my attention and held it, was the ever humorous composition of “A-Be­­loved-Shut-In,” Edward S. “Bugs” Horvath. After reading his column, I could no more keep my fingers away from my pen, than a child’s temptation to “lick the frosting off the cake.” “What right have I to enjoy all this beauty and not share it with a Shut-In, who, even being »confined, finds time to write cheerful articles and shares his love of Life itself, with thou­sands?” — That thought, Molly, made me suddenly feel that here must be something, ' little as it may seem, it should be worth­while to do. I did not expect what was to come my way, in the very near future. You will probably wonder, how our correspondence really started. It was really humorous. You see, when I was ill in the spring of the same year, a sister of mine was amused, that instead of complaining, I would “make faces”, so she began calling me “Monkey” — that nickname was taken up by a fellow hospital­­patient and stuck like (gum — doesn’t any more!). As a practical joke, I had given the elderly lady a “back-scratcher” (have you ever seen one?), but it ended as being a practical gift — the lady was confined to bed for six months. So “Monkey” that I was, I simply could not resist “teasing — ‘Bugs’ with a letter of introduction” in a very humorous manner. “This ‘Mon­key’ is cordially inviting you, ‘Bugs’, to Friendship, and hoping that in a small measure, may give you the pleasure of my pen. I’ve never known a ‘Monkey’ to invite the company of ‘Bugs’ but this ‘Monkey’ is a friendly ‘Mon­key’ and willingly offers re­commendations if you so desire, etc.” That letter was one of the most humorous compositions my pen wrote. It, too, was quite lengthy. I had also written a brief letter to Mrs. Jolán Lucas, the Sec’y of Br. 429, requesting her to please forward the letter enclosed. Naturally, introduced the writer. But it was some time later, that I found out, the Sec’y was the sister of my Pen-Pal, “Bugs”, and eventually, “The Ferret” we know so well, and whose “Chit-chats” we hope will not be given up altogether. (Listen, Ferret, this “chatting” business sometimes calls for “TWINS” — wish I were!) Something warns me. I’ve already over-run the limit, so my story will continue in my next letter. Here’s hoping we have the pleasure of reading more articles writtefi by Ol’ Timers , and a few “New Verhovay CHARMERS”. Remember, folks, due to the great distance, it takes a long time for mail to arrive across the seas. Our Boys in Service everywhere are anxiously waiting for mail. Let’s as many as earn spare the time, contribute to the POPULAR VERHOVAY JOURNAL and let the Boys read about the folks and etc. That will bring them the pleasures that are PRICELESS, whispering Hopes to them all. Are you a “Stamp Collector?” You will be interested in knowing, that the most valuable stamps, everyone is welcome to purchase, is a Defense Stamp! Remember, a “D. S.” means the Life of A-DEAR-SOLDIER who is defending our country. God bless you and best wishes for Peace. Fraternally Yours, ANN V. BERO (BIRÓ) TO THE CONTRIBUTORS The English Section is pub­lished the SECOND and LAST Thursday of every month except when holidays inter­vene, and the Fridays IM­MEDIATELY preceding them are the final dates. Contributions intended for the February 11th issue should be in before or on February 5th. Address contribution to ENGLISH SECTION, VER­HOV AY JOURNAL, 345 FOURTH AVENUE, PITTS­BURGH, PA. Contributions should be type­written, if possible; but hand­written contributions are also acceptable. Typewritten Articles: Use one side of paper only, and double space. Contributors please confine articles to 1000 to 1200 words. Handwritten Articles: Make handwriting as legible as pos­sible. CHICAGO, ILLINOIS “Would it be possible for you to meet me Tuesday, January 5th, between three and ' four o’clock at the 8th Street Theatre entrance”, spoke a motherly voice over the telephone in the late afternoon hours of January 1st, “to see my other boy off”. It just happened that I have a cold which kept me away from work and I had a chance to meet owner of the motherly voice at the given addréss on a very cold Tuesday afternoon. The 8th Street Theatre, one of the old show houses of Chicago, is now taken over by the U. S. Government, and is where nearly all Chicago Aviation Cadets leave for Military Service. It was very interesting to see how our'future aces came in big expensive limousines, the old family car with the familiar A sticker and many of them on foot with a little (now familiar) satchel which the Express Company will handle later with dad’s home address on it. I met the lady and saw hex­­son walk through the door. His first step in his Military Career. There must have been about 500 of us in the lobby wishing the boys lots of luck. Strong, healthy looking young fellows, they were, with one determina­tion, I’m sure, is “Let’s go and get this War over”. Some of the wives and mothers couldn’t control their emotions and we pretty near got into trouble. An officer of higher rank advised us, in a military way, to make our farewells to the Cadets brief and noiseless or we would all have to leave. His advice helped the wives, mothers, sweethearts and friends, but it did not appeal to an old, battered and worn sailor who came to see his son or brother. Out in the front stood the old sailor with tears running down his cheeks as the M. P. requested him to Stand Back. Soon after that the boys passed by us in Military Order and boarded six big double deck buses which took them to the railroad terminal His mother and I had a last chance to wish lots of love to Ernest Kunstadt Jr., the first Aviation Cadet from Branch 164. ARMY NOTES OR GONE WITH THE DRAFT I have the pleasure to bring to you, once again, a few ex­cerpts from letters I have re­ceived from our boys in the service. “Dear Marge and Members of V. 164. Just a few lines to thank you for your parting gift and to tell you that it certainly was ap­preciated. Now that I am in the service of the U. S. Army, don’t think that I will forgét my friends of Branch 164. I have asked my wife to Write me of all our doings and to send me the articles of our monthly paper. Thank you. I remain, (signed) Private Andy Risko Jr.” * * *- “Dear Marge and Verhovay Members, I am writing this letter to thank you all for the package I received which you can be sure I really enjoyed. I had plans on becoming a plane mechanic but here I am going to Glider School. It really don’t matter what we do, it’s all helping to win the war, which is what we all want. Respectfully yours, (signed) ROBERT A. PAPP, Sheppard Field, Texas.” * * * ‘‘Dear Marge, I hope this letter finds you in the best of health as I am. I want to thank you and the lodge for the package I re­ceived and I hope to have the chance to do the same for you. (signed) Ensign Henry J. Can U. S. Navy”. FAMOUS CLOSE SHAVES By Barber Sol ... FRENCH HONORS.... HENRI HONOiiEGIRAUD, NOWAID­­IN6THE ALLIED IN NORTH AFRICA, ESCAPED dERMAN INTERNMENT THROUGH H/4 WIFE'S CUNNINÓNB6S. THE FRENCH GENERAL SUD DOWN A é>5 FOOT 120PE WOVE PRO/W THREAD ENCLOSED IN H6I2. ólFT PACKAGES. HANDCUFFED..., JOSEPHINE HOUSTON, FAMED SOPRANO, MIGHT HAVE BEEN A PIANIST IF SHE HADN'T BECOME STAbESTRUCK AT HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL APPEAR­ANCE. HER HAND* FROZE ON THE KEYS IN FRIGHT, SO SHE SANG INSTEAD. / &ICMT UNSEEM INSTINCT SAVED WINDOW WASH ER EU6ENE CRABBE FROM dRAVE INJURY WHEN HIS SAFETY BELT SNAPPED <?0 FT. ABOVEGROUND. SOMER­SAULTING BACKWARDS, HE CLEARED A Ilo FT SPACE BETWEEN TWO BUILDINGS INCHES Buy BONPS AW YfAMPS BAK8ER SOL SAYS: OUR BOYS ARE TOUGH THE RECORDS SHOW IT PROVE YOUR STUFF SO THEY WILL KNOW IT. Let’s leave our soldiers and sailors and let’s stop at our New Year’s Eve Party, which was announced as a combined affair with Branch 503. I don’t like to be sarcastic but with the ex­ception of Branch President Petrovits and Secretai-y Balogh, the other 503 officers must have lost their way. I looked high and low for the scribe or Miss Csontas and the other officers but could not see them in the big crowd. It was a well arranged affair and it’s only too bad that the Rainbow Hall was too small to accommodate all the friends and followers of Branch 164. As I am informed, a big modern hall is under con­sideration for this year’s Eve Party for Victory. The raffle for Victory Stamps and Bond of December 31, 1942 was won by Mrs. Banovszki, one of the leaders of our Catholic Church, while Member Luga won the second prize. The third prize was won by a person unknown to us but who received his $5 in War Stamps through our Auditor Frank Rak. SOMETHING VERY NEW One new arrival came to brighten the home of Mrs. Wm. Sattler, the former Miss Ivan. Mrs. Sattler is the proud mother of a baby girl born Wednesday, January 6, 1943. Congratulations to the new parents and Good Luck to all three! It was pleasant and not un­waited news to hear that our former star athlete, the former telephone operator and now, housewife, Mary — — — now living on Drake Avenue is ex­pecting a visit from the stork early this summer. It is good news and I wish that your cup of happiness is filling to the brim. We do hope that Lady Burma had a nice warm home because since New Year’s Eve, Adolph Malovich sold the tenant and moved in himself. REMEMBER THAT OUR BOYS IN THE SERVICE WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THIS WAR IS WON. DON’T STOP DOING YOUR PART ON THE JOB, IN YOUR HOME AND BUYING WAR BONDS AND STAMPS. Just me, MARGARET STANGRET, Publicity Agent. 1427 So. Sawyer Avenue, Chicago, 111. VICTORY BUY UNÜTED H STATES WAR TJONDS AND STAMPS

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