Verhovayak Lapja, 1944 (27. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)

1944 / Verhovay Journal

Page 6 Verhovay Journal The Ferret . llli;i;iimil!llllli:iliilililiiiHI[lliiilllllllllli;MI)IM[[i;iiiililllMI^..'lillii!ii!-:.i^ a ^laillilliilllMMIlllllilHIIIIIMWilllHIIMlk^^ The gist of tjiis week’s article will be devoted almost entirely to showing how much one appre­ciates one of the real things of life. That swell guy once wrote, “People think that appreciation will make one over-bearing. The dopes still can’t see that it makes one produce better things.’’ It’s true—when a person is down and. out, very little en couragement is given so that it would be easier to climb back up with the rest of the gang. By the same token, if a person is way up there, very little appre ciation is given, because folks believe the man, or woman, will become “high-hat", or domineer­ing. In each case, the slightest interest, the least bit of encour­agement a “pat on the back” at the time of achievement might lift that individual to the heights of ecstasy; instilling in him the desire to do better, so that the Good Samaritan, who was BIG ENOUGH to give a bit of credit where credit was due, would be proud of the fact that he took a little time out from his own pro blems. There is nothing on earth which gives one that warm, glow­ing, satisfactory feeling of HAP PINESS, as when you can make the other fellow feel that w^iat he has accomplished has not gone unappreciated. Try it sometime; single out that poor chap who has those odd peculiarities. Maybe it’s only loneliness; maybe shyness; maybe he’s been kicked around so mucii in the world, that he has de­cided he’d be happier if he closed himself up in a shell. Maybe that’s why the turtle has such a hard shell. Probably he’d been picked on by the stronger animals, and, rather than stand up and fight, he grew himself that hard, protective covering. You know, there are a great many people, who are unable to be “hard” enough to fight back—that doesn't necessarily mean that “tender­hearted’’ folks aren’t built of as good stuff as the “fighter type.’ It's those “tender-hearted” folks who most often need a boost. Underneath the somber dignity of the gentle person, one can find untold patience which is a neces­sary requirement to fight the battles of life successfully. This unassuming, reserved, oftentimes very lovable sort of chap, or lassie, may have been disappóint­­ted often, in people and things; his distrust and hurts have made him close up “tight as a clam”, in a hard shell 0f reticence. His need for love, and understanding and APPRECIATION is of a s^o vast scope, that he has very little idea of it himself, if at such times, one sends out a ray of sunshine, a bit of love, a “pat on the back”, in all sincerity, it may be like a “wild wind which comes unexpectedly and unheralded, to blow reticence to the winds”, and what it does for his morale may help him achieve that pound of CONTENTMENT, which will give him the courage to fight the toughest battle he’s ever come up against. The rewards one receives in that GLOWING PEELING OF HAPPINESS, by encouraging someone else to better deeds, more than makes up for what­ever lack we may find in our own lives. The “fighter” usually manages to overcome whatever obstacles are placed in his path. However, don’t let his “hard-boiled" exterior fool you for a minuta! He has just as soft a heart as the gentle type; his need for a “pat on the back” is as great—perhaps great­er, because he doesn’t want to give even the slightest impression of weakness. One usually finds out that underneath that blustery, self made man, or woman, beats a heart which is, in essence, the very soul of LOVE, HUMOR, SENTIMENT, and BEAUTY—the very soul of incredible ROMAN­TICISM. Once this “hard-boiled fighter” finds in a congenial per­­son the right combination of human understanding and intelli­gence, a warm look of sincere sympathy, an appreciation of one's smallest contribution to society, he can go forth full of a COM­PLETE HAPPINESS, which can, with the proper heaping of more such “fuel", accomplish untold wonders. * * * BITS OF BRANCH NEWS: If these marriages, and war-brides moving off to be near their sol­diers and sailors, keep on, that which happens to 429's women’s bowling team next season, should not happen to a dog—or captain. Helen Kastura, highest average bowler, finished season in time— now is married to Dwight Dennis Downhan, and has gone off to Georgia to be near her No. 1 Man . .. Ethel Koy's brother, Bill, has come home from “over there” on a 30-day furlough, and will marry Velma Handa this week (another bowler) .. . Jeannette Horvath Parsons has left for Syra­cuse, New York, to be near my beloved brother-in-law, Cliff, who is going to officers’ training school (still another bowler) ... Two more of my team-mates are at the edge of the “jumping-off” place to marriage—any time now! . .. Which leaves the Old Gal holding the bag—if you think war is playing a teasing game with men’s bowling teams and leagues, pity the poor females, what with defense work and swing-shifts, marriages, babies, traveling to army camps, more babies ... well... Daniel Baki is latest boy off to the wars ... Navy ... why, Danny Boy is just a baby, it seems... T/5 WAC Helen Zaker writes lengthily of her life at camp ... sounds more intriguing than be­ing a common “garden variety” housewife... S2/C Julius Magyar is on an aircraft carrier out in the Pacific ... Sgt. John J. Phil­lips may have worked in the H. O., but he’s still my No. 1 Sol­dier Boy; writes “Saw Marlene Dietrich in person the other nite ... what i liked best besides her legs was the song she sang ‘See what the Boys in the Back Room will have’... was startled to see she has blue eyes, and currently her hair is blond... sprained ankle in a baseball game, but manages to get around with about four pounds of tape on it, to continue playing volley ball. .. I m healthy, happy and homesick” • ■ • it goes on “it’d be nice being on the auditing committe with you ..Cpl. Michael Szopo likes the gals in England ... says since he has to be so far from home, it’s nice to have a “redeeming feature” about a place ... Meeting will be some time in June—will notify you all via the Journal, or better still, quarterly I guess I can sit me down and send out cards—no excuses for not knowing ahead of time, eh Kids?... Keep your chins up (?) ... the war will end any day now • •. I hope ... and then we can again have the fun we used to enjoy .. maybe we’ll then appre­ciate the fact that we've a nice bunch of folks in the Verhovay gang . .. AS FOR MY BELOVED JOURN­AL ... well... in my humble opin­ion-, the April 27th issue of that swell little paper takes the cake for “top honors” in the history of the V- publication. Maybe I’m only one of many who feel the same way; will try to be the “mouthpiece” for the crowd who feels as I do ... In this particular issue, there is crammed as much of originality, common sense, good advice, en­lightenment, humor, as it is pos­sible to display. Originality comes from tackling that delicate problem of “The Wo man’s Place”, with such human understanding, such a keen dis­play of wit, such logical explan­ations, that it is causing untold awakening in the hearts of those males who are “anachronistic” (swell dollar-word, looked it up for our mutual benefit—boils down to a “guy who misplaces the or­der of time", or “one who will not be brought up to modern times”) remains of forgotten centuries, and stick stubbornly to the formula that a WOMAN’S PLACE IS IN THE HOME.” Now what I mean, the writer of that article has men down pat, also women (?), and is BIG enough to see that times are changing. (The item offers a challenge for a follow-up article...) Common sense comes from such articles as “Don’t Give up the Ship”. What particularly struck me as fitting in these times of war, when so many folks are for­getting that it can't last forever, and therefore some of us must keep a tight hold on a normal way of life, is the paragraph which reads, “Loyalty is not a matter of flag-waving; it is an attitude of the soul that is re­vealed only in adverse circum stances; it is a quality of faith and love that persists even when hope is gone.’’ That is why I keep hoping that it won’t be long until we have the V.F.I.A, Na­tional Bowling Tournaments again; that soon the gang will be home and we should have some­thing started for them to enjoy. One can’t he “over-optimistic”, as one chap said, about keeping HOPE AND FAITH alive in the thing we believe in. This idea of not “fretting too much about our inability” to do those normal things is just a bit over-played —somebody has to keep the rest of the world sane—and if writing about doing nice things can do it—why, then do it. Good advice comeB from the first-page editorial, “The Case of Fraternalism vs. Insurance.” Won­der how many folks have ever thought of those other qualifica­tions of fraternalism besides the “ratebook” angle? Some contri­butors and writers keep pounding away at the beauties of “brotherly love”, with little obvious success. Yet, bit by bit those who are giving it a chance to do its “good deed for the day” are finding out that there is more to the word than that which appears on the surface. Believe it or not, it helps you to get along with the worst kinds of people—you get a kind of a funny feeling in that soft spot of yours when you can see what a kind word does to the Old Grouch you work with. Enlightenment comes from the article entitled “An Eye-Opener”. How many of us have been crying for an intelligent explanation for our membership in the Hungarian American Federation. I never could see the good, or the had, of the Federation. Didn’t care one way or another—how many others of us felt like that? Now, even those who never read the Journal be­yond their own branch news, or looked at the “purty” pictures of the hoys, or girls, can understand a hit better the importance and advantages of the Federation. The picture of the eye, and the cap­tion, were demanding of attention. Humor; ah yes, the spice of life. .. how do you like those two old bags ... the jokes are swell... Ye Ed must spend part of his time picking out the best ones (wonder where he gets some of ’em—Esquire maybe?) .. they are all tops . .. And the Phillips’ boy’s occasional greeting cards and letters to the H. O. kids, bring it down to the human in­terest level. Letters from our boys, quotations from the “great” of the literary world, faithful contributors writing their regular stints—to these “regulars” the paper means a great deal in giving them satisfaction for some inner yearning ... stories by teen, aged kids... what more does a fella want in his paper? Our new editor is certainly going overboard in his zeal to see that all elements are ap­peased—for instance, the Editor’s Note in the May 11 issue should make even the nastiest griper satisfied at last, that everything Humanly possible is being done to insure the new system of Journal distribution. Never before have we ever had such a com­prehensive explanation for that which has been the “fly in the ointment” of the paper’s delivery. That is the kind of stuff we want—something pleasingly ex­plained; something we all want to know about. Hope you readers aren’t going to mind too much this lengthy discourse on what can be termed a “darn good .issue”. .. for a change, let’s give the editorial department a “great big hand” ... too much griping tends to dis­courage that which could be de­veloped into something we’d all enjoy. Try seeing both sides of the problem, and then remember, “He who is above sin, should cast the first stone.” * * • Last minute howling scores ... Wednesday, May 17, doubles. . . Rose Horvath won first for high single of 189, and first for high three games with 462, also made a 5-10 split. Scores as follows: Rose Horvath 129 and Partner 378 Lulu Bell 91 and Partner 361 Mary Fisher 118 and Partner 397 Ann Major 145 and Partner 325 Mary Kuritar 131 Jolán Lucas 99 149 189 462 — Total 840 109 116 316 — Total 677 140 123 381 — Total 778 113 117 375 — Total 700 148 123 402 124 126 349 (Two were partners) Total 751. So long kids, see you next season. I want to thank all of you, including little Helen Kas­tura, Downhan, for the co-opera­tion and good sportsmanship you have shown this season. Our Ver­hovay girls stood out, in that bunch of, well you all know what I mean, and I’m darn proud of you. Remember, no matter where you bowl, how often, or with whom, that the Good Sportsman­ship you learned this season will leave lasting memories. Will drop you cards when we get ready May 25, 1944 next season—love and kisses to all of you. * * • (EDITOR’S NOTE. PLEASE, dear readers, forgive me for just another editor’s note... I really do not intend to put a post­mortem to every contribution that comes to the Journal. But since I could not help but blush while reading the lines that pleased me immensely (wonder if ANYONE ELSE is pleased?) I just have to add a thank-you note to the kind “Ferret” and to all those who may share at least some of her kind opinions. But I don’t want to adorn myself with strange feathers and so permit me to for­ward your appreciation of the two laughing “bags”, to Mr. Palos, president of our printing shop, who selected the cut. Believe it or not, he and his helpers have a whole lot to do with bringing out a nice issue... so let us give them a big hand, too, folks, for they work under very trying con­ditions. The jokes are not from the Esquire ... oh, no . •. our own Verhovay Hays Office would not approve... especially since Es­quire fell into disfavor with the Postmaster. We just try to pick the best as it comes along our way . .. keeping our eyes open all the time, and hunting day and night for material that may be suitable for the Journal. In conclusion let me promise you that it will be my continued endeavor to make our Journal the best of its kind... and as far as my limited abilities permit, it shall be—with your assistance and cooperation. Thanks, Ferret!) Correction Due to the human factor in editorial work, there are al­ways some mistakes that de­mand correction. That’s the good thing about them. Because due to the mistake you can take up the matter again in the next issue, and you have something to write about. Every little bit helps to fill the Journal, especially those little odd spaces that cannot be left blank. This time it is Johnnie Phil­lips. Now, he didn’t demand any correction, since he has not yet received the last issue of the Journal and, consequent­ly, has no idea that he has been demoted. In fact, he hasn't been, it only happened in print and even there only by re­grettable error. He was men­tioned as PVT. Johnnie Phil­lips .. . Apologies are offered and correction is made: Johnnie Phillips is still a SERGEANT and will remain in that rank until further promotion which will be duly mentioned in the Journal. EDITOR. WHERE THE FUEL GOES A PLANT manufacturing airJj planes in New England burns 800,000 galfons of fuel oil a month.'

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