Verhovayak Lapja, 1946 (29. évfolyam, 1-52. szám)
1946 / Verhovay Journal
MEMORIAL CEREMONIES— PORTRAIT PRESENTATIONS— NOVEMBER 24, SUNDAY McKeesport, penna. Memorial ceremonies in honor of the hero dead of Branch 226 will be held at St. Stephen’s Hall, Beacon Street, beginning at 3 o'clock. The portraits of Gazéi Kovács and Joseph Zay, Jr., will be presented as the gift of the Association, and that of Emil Zay as the gift of Branch 226, to the next of kin. A banquet will be given after the conclusion of the ceremonies to the veteran member' of Branch 226 and the Supreme Officers of the Association. • All members of Branch 226 and the sister-branches in McKeesport and vicinity are invited. PROGRAM: Opening address ..._______„___John Szalai, President of Branch 226 National Anthem ___________________>_________________ The audience i«V» ation_____________________ The Rev. Paul Ferenczi, Pastor, Free Magyar Reformed Church Memorial Address_____._____ Coloman Revesz, Supreme Secretary Vocal Solo__Mrs. Joseph Mikolics, aecom. by Mrs. Alexander Nagy Address ________—____________ The Rev. Father Ignatius Payton Recital _______________ Alexander Goydan, Manager, Branch 395 Address___________Hon. Charles A. Kinkaid, Mayor of McKeesport Address____James A. Graver, Commander, Amer. Legion Post 361 Choir _________ Children of St. Stephen’s Roman Catholic Church Address_________The Rev. Arpad Bernath, pastor, First Hungarian Reformed Church Addréss ________________________ John Szalanczy, Supreme Treasurer Introduction of the Veterans of Branch 226 The Rev. Paul Fercnczy Address ______________________________ John Sabo, Supreme Auditor Vocal solo______Mrs. Joseph Mikolics, accom. by Mrs. Alex. Nagy Presentation of Portraits_________Jchn Bencze, Supreme President Taps ____________________________--_______ American Legion Post 361 God Bless America __________________________:— ------- The audience Banquet in honor of the veterans and guests of Branch 226, at 6 o’clock. NOVEMBER 28. THANKSGIVING DAY — PHILADELPHIA, PA. On November 28, Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, Memorial Ceremonies will be conducted jointly by branches 76, Philadelphia, Pa., and 159, Phoenixville, Pa. The portraits of Valentine Kassa, William Dees, Henry Smith, hero dead members of Branch 76, and of Andrew Miskiv, hero dead of Branch 159, will be pre sented on this occasion. At the same time the “'Verhovay Asknowledged” title with the Silver Medal and the Citation will be conferred to two outstanding officers of Branch 76, John Erdössy and Stephen Pincehelyi. The membership in Philadelphia and vicinity surely will attend this affair to pay tribute to those, living and dead, who had dedicated their lives to the noblest causes of humanity. Page 8 Verhovay Journal ___________ CHILDREN’S PAGE THE TALE OF A SHREWO FOOL A Hungarian Folk Story Simone Poure was poor not only in name, but also in real life. He was no richer thai) a church mouse. It is little wonder then that lie got tired of his poverty and set out one day to seek his fortune. Simon placed in his knapsack enough food to last for three days and also one silver piece. This was his whole wealth. He had inherited this money and so he didn’t want to part with it. He would also leave the silver coin when he died to his son. In truth, it did not prosper well with Simon Poure the first two days. On he third day he divided his last piece, of bread into two' parts. Be planned to go hungry until noon when he would eat one piece and then take the remaining with him and return defeated to- his home village. Tired from walking all morning, Simon sat down on a bench beneath an open window. It was close upon noon, and through the window he could hear the table being set for dinner. So the dejected fortune hunter got his hard piece of bread, but he didn't eat it with much appetite. Suddenly he began to sniff. The delicious odor of roast meat pervaded the noon air. It tickled his nostrils. He imagined himself seated before a plate filled wth roast beef steaks. Mumbling to himself, Simon bit into his bread with such gusto that one would have thought it didn’ belong to him. Having finished, he arose and began to walk in the direction of the well. He felt as if he had actually feasted on roast beef. “The delicious smell of roast beef was certainly worth the silver coin I have in my vest pocket!”. Having scarcely taken a few steps, someone began to speak from behind, “Here, sir, give me my silver coin!” "What silver coin?” “The one due for the smell of my roast beef.” “Don’t jest, good Sir. Whoever heard of paying for an odor?” “You yourself valued it at one silver piece. If you/ don’t pay for it, I’ll take you to court.” Of course poor Simon didn't pay for it. He only had with him the silver piece which he had inherited. As they began to argue an officer of the law came up to them. They explained their dispute to him, but since he couldn't give a just decision he took them to the judge. Just at this ime King Mathias .was wih the judge for he was infulfilling their duties in his kingvestigating how his servants were dom. With him were the members of his court, the wise men, soldiers and of course the court fool as well. The judge put on his spectacles and began to hunt in the big book before him for a law that applied to this odd case. Indeed, there was no mention in the law book about the price of a smell of roast beef. The king then turned to his wise men. “Now sirs! What is the decision cause of it. Whoever solves the here? But let it be a just one so that neither party will suffer beproblem will be paid one hundred gold pieces!” So the wise men began to seek for a just decision. They knit DECEMBER 1, SUNDAY — LYNCH, KY. The portraits of John I£lincok and Alexander Knoll will be presented to their bereaved families at the Memorial Ceremonies to be held by Branch 310, Lynch, Ky., on Sunday, December 1st, at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, in the auditorium of the Roman Catholic Church. All members and friends of the Verhovay are invited to express their sympathy to those who had sacrificed their loved ones in the cause of America’s liberty. VERHOVAY BRANCH NO. 37 Chicago South Side Continued from Page 7 petition but instead is a friendly gathering of . young people interested in an evening of carefree sport—where the spirit of fraternal association is prevalent—and the cause of the Verhovay Fraternal insurance Association is furthered by this once-a-week gettogether of its .yoynger members. The following is a list of names of the members in the League: Br. No. 37: Miss Margie Hallapy, Miss J udy Kun, Paul Kun, Bill Demeter, John Demeter, Coleman Gyure, Mary Kun, Miss Mary Demeter, Miss Irene Fecske, Mrs, Helen Demkowicz, A1 Demkowicz, Wiliam Kim, Miss Bessie Sera, Miss Helen Rezes and Miss Irene Franks. In Brach No. 375: Mrs. Irene Fozekos, John Fozekos. Mrs. Katherine Nagy, Miss Marion Czeteay, Josepji Fellay. To date the league has bowled six nights, which fall on Thursday, and team No. four, composed of Alary Demeter, Helen Demkowicz, Irene Franks, A1 Demkowicz and Paul Kun led the other teams with eleven wins and seven losses. It is believed that later on in the bowling season the So. Side Verhovay bowlers will be in a position to challenge some of the ’local Verhovay Bowlers in and around the Chicago district. But then we’ll have to buckle down and relly master the art of pinsplitting so that our skill will not be undermined by our ambition! (Or is it just luck?) League nights for the Verhovay teams are at the Chesterfield Alleys, 9300 Evans Ave., Chicago, which is owned and managed by Mr. Louis Hornyak, also a Verhovay member. From time to time your reporter will keep in-, terested parties informed as to how our league is progressing—as yet none of the scores are exceptional, except for two of the girls, who have shamed some of the masculin members with their high scores—notably Miss Judy Kun and Miss Alary Demeter. Each team is composed of three girls and two .boys, and the averages of the bowlers on each team are matched as closely as possible so that there is an even chance for all teams to win games. And so until the next edition this is your So. Side reporter saying so long and best of luck to all—especially in bowlingl Sincerely, Taul Kun, Br. No. 37. I I used to eat Wheaties for DISASTER breakfast every morning. I’d split open the top of the package with a bread knife, sprinkle a quantity of the cereal in an ordinary oatmeal dish, pour in just enough cream, and coat the mixture with some plain white sugar. It wasn’t so bad when, grasping the edge of the bed to pull myself out mornings, I’d tear it to bits under me- I didn’t mind particularly when the steering wheel of my car crumpled under my hands, and we turned over three times into a ditch, I thought it was a good joke when I baged the door of my fraternity house, and it fell to the ground. But when I tried to kiss the only girl I ever loved and broke her neck, I went back to Grapenuts. We must admit science is resourceful. It couldn’t open the window so it air-conditioned the train. The doctors, after much consultation, had decided that, after 20 years in the mental home, Mr. Blank was fit to be released. Blank was allowed to shave himself instead of having to submit to the attentions of the barber in the home. Turning to address a remark to one of the attendants who had come to wish him goodbye, his razor caught the string which supported the shaving mirror, which fell to the ground. When Mr. Blank tried to go on with his shave he looked at the blank wall. “Well,’ he said, with á sigh, “if that isn’t just rhy luck. After 20 years in this place, on the very day I’m going to be let out, I’ve cut my head off-’’ Prof: “Mr. Jones, I hate to tell you, but your son is a moron.” Jones: “Where is he, I’ll teach that young pup to join a fraternity without consulting me.” November 13, 1946 I their brows and scratched th heads, and still-»they couldn’t fi one. They brought up old a I new laws, but none of them £ 1 plied to the case. The court fc pleased with the situation laugh at the energy the wise men sho ed in trying to solve the case. “Ha, ha, what a simple ca what a simple solution!” "Perhaps you know' the sol tionr” asked King Mathias. “There is nothing more simp If you will permit me, your m esty, I’ll unravel this case.” Having received the king’s pc mission, the fool went over Simon Poure. “Cousin, give me that silv piece.” “Now this isn’t justice if I ha to pay after all,’ murmured Sinn as he handed over the coin. 1 continued to hold out his pal for its return, but the fool did n give it back. Suddenly the fc threw the silver piece upon t judge’s table with such force th the coin gave out a loud metal ring. “You, rich sir, did you hear ti sound of this silver coin?” “I heard' it.” . “Well then, put it carefully aw; in your pocket. This money r mains yours, poor fellow. F< the smell of roast beef, only tl sound of a coin is due!” King Mathias laughed merri over this, and the eyes of the wi: men popped when the roy treasurer counted out for the fo, one hundred sparkiling pieces < gold. The fool jumping for. jc invited Simon to a real meal < roast beef, and afterwards lie eve obtained employment for him. The above tale was related t me as true. Whoever doesn’t bi Heve it should find out whethc it really happened like this c not. ..(Translated from the Hungária for the Children’s Page of th Verhovay Journal by the Rev. F, ther Louis D. Kovács, “Our Lad of Hungary Church,” Northamp ton, Pa.) HAPPY THOUGH MARRIED The following set of rules fo keeping husbands happy has bee irawn up by a British polic court magistrate, Cyril Clancy, c Liverpool, a bachelor. The rules: “If you marry him—love him. “After you marry him—stud; him.” “If he is secretive—trust him. “If he is sad—cheer him.” ‘.‘If he is talkative—listen t him.” “If he is jealous—cure him.” “If he cares naught for pleas ure—coax him.” “If he favors society—accom pany him.” “If he desires a kiss—give i to him.” It seems to be a good list. Th only thing that might be adde, to make it complete is: “If these don’t work—kil him.” In fact, to save time and trou ble, it might come first. SLIPPING At a lunch attended by a num ber of celebrities noted for Ion, and dreary speeches, one of th visitors got up a sweepstake, th' prize to be given to the entran who drew the harne of the speak er making the longest speech. The guest who drew Mr. Blani felt certain of winning, as hi man wandered on interminably Then, to his dismay, the nex speaker, Mr. Clark, gave signs o going on even longer; but withir three minutes of Mr. Blank’: record, he suddenly resumed hi: seat in the middle of a sentence On being asked the reason, ht said, bashfully: “Someone handec me a note saying my trouser; were slipping down.”
