Verhovayak Lapja, 1947 (30. évfolyam, 1-24. szám)
1947 / Verhovay Journal
PAGE 8 Verhovay Journal CHILDREN’S CORNER SMILES VENISON — Hungarian Folk Story — Some people just love to pick a quarrel with anybody. And if they happen to run up against their own kind, then there is no end of their bickering. Our courts are kept working overtime by these people who are always in hot water and can never peacefully settle the fights of their own making. Don’t think, however, that they became that way after they have grown up. They were just like that as kids. Then they quarreled about toys, games, candy and ice-cream cones. Later they came to fight about tools and money and anything else that served their quarrelsome temper. Maybe they ought to learn a lesson from the porcupine and the fox and their quarrel about the venison . . . i’fi sjc * It was a nice, sunny spring morning when the porcupine decided to take -a walk in the forest Coming to a creek, he suddenly met a deer “Hello butch!” — yelled the porcupine — “How’s tricks?” “Alright” — Replied the deer. — “but how dare you talk to me like that?” “High hat, eh?” — laughed the porcupine — “Well, pal, let me tell you that I have every right to talk to you just as I please. And why not? You can’t do a thing that I couldn’t do just as well as you!” “How dare you . .. !” — screamed the outraged deer, for he was a very proud individual, used to respect and quite unwilling to put up with any nonsense from such a little runt as the porcupine. Then his eyes lit up. Wait, I’ll teach you a lesson in courtesy! “Well, my friend, if you are that smart, how about a little race ? See that hilltop there ? We’ll run from there back here. The one who gets back first to the creek shall be the lord and master over the loser.” “Good enough for me” — said the porcupine — “when do we start?” “Right now!” — yelled the deer and leaped. After a while they arrived on the hilltop, lined up and started. The deer went like lightning, but the porcupine was in no hurry. He simply rolled himself into a ball and let himself go. Midway the deer looked back and saw the porcupine rolling after him, bouncing like rubber from one stone to the other. Then he really made a run for it and such was his haste that he couldn’t stop at the creek1, but jumped over the bank and broke his neck. At long last the porcupine got there, too, and though he was a bit sorry for the foolish deer, he couldn’t help feeling happy over the downfall of the proud, overbearing animal. He settled down to eat and had a' nice big hunk of venison. The deer was big and the porcupine did not have to go hungry for quite some time. So he took it easy and had a real vacation. He had three square meals a day and there still was plenty left. He though of spending the entire summer on the meat that, he felt, he won by honest competition. One morning the fox appeared at the creek and he was quite surprised to see the porcupine having breakfast from the venison. “Good morning to you, my friend!” — said the fox who being quite hungry did not forget his manners. “Good morning to you and what can I do for you?” — came the courteous reply. “Well, you coujd invite me for breakfast.” “Come and get it, there is plenty for both of us.” — said the porcupine. True, there was plenty but the porcupine didn’t figure on the fox having such a big appetite. And, what was worse, the fox didn’t want to leave. He invited himself for lunch, for dinner, and next day he still was there. It was easy to see that at this rate the venison won’t last through the summer. “Look here fox” — said the porcupine at noon — “you better get going. I didn’t mind giving you a meal or two but enough is enough. I have earned this venison by honest work and I don’t intend to give it away.” “That’s what you think” — sneered the fox — “but I have no intention to leave you with this nice piece of venison. But if you want to get rid of me, alright, I’ll go, provided you share it with me.” Not having much of a choice, the porcupine agreed, though not too happily. The trouble started when the fox cut the meat ir. three parts. “Hey” — yelled the porcupine — “what’s the idea? There’s only two of us. Why! cut three shares ?” “Shut up — growled the fox — I know what I’m doing. This piece is my share, the second belongs to me and the third is due to me.” “Is that so, and where is my share ? ” “Your share? Can’t you understand? This piece here is my share, the second belongs to me and third is due to me.” “Oh no, my friend” — said the porcupine — “if that’s your idea of sharing then we better go to court and let the judge shai'e the meat:” “I am willing” — said the fox — “where is the court-house?” Toward evening fhey got to a village and the porcupine stopped near the first house. He led the fox around to the rear where there was a chicken house. The porcupine knew that the owner had put a fox trap right behind the door. He said: “Here’s the court-house, let’s go in.” “You first.” — replied the fox and the porcupine again rolled himself up and, being small, slipped through the trap. But the fox was caught. He cried and begged the porcupine to help him out and promised to share the venison properly if only he could get away from the trap. But the porcupine walked away and hid nearby to see what will happen. Wife: “What is an optimist?” Husband: “A fellow who looks at his shirt just back from the laundry, and says: Oh, well, we needed lace curtains anyway.’’ A mother may hope that her daughter will get a better husband than she did, but she knows her son will never get as good a wife i. as his father did. He: “See that big substitute down there on the bench? I think he’s going to be our best man next year.” She: “Oh. darling, this is so sudden.’’ Girls, when they went out to swim Once dressed like Mother Hubbard; Now they have a bolder whim They dress more like her cupboard. Seems as though there was a little girl who was talking,to her mother: Early morning the farmer got up and went to feed the chicken. He found the fox in the trap and he grabbed a stick and yelled: “So, dirty fox, you were after my chicken? Well, here’s chicken for you!” And he started to beat him crying: “That’s your share, that belongs to you and that is due to you! And he beat him and beat him until the poor fox collapsed and lay there like dead. Then he released the trap and went back into bring a sack. The porcupine hurried out from his hiding place and brought some water and revived the fox who dragged himself away from the trap. On the way back the porcupine said: “You see what the judge said about your share and what belongs to you and is due to you ? Now you know that you cheated.” “Right you are” — sighed the fox — “and don’t think that I am not grateful for my life. I sure will cut the meat now share and share alike.” Well, I don’t know if he really would have done so. Because he didn’t have a chance to cut the meat again. When they got back to the creek they found the venison gone. While they went to court, someone came and stole the venison . . . And so the story ends. The deer who picked a quarrel with the porcupine because he just couldn’t stand his chumminess broke his neck. The fox who got several free meals, but still wanted more than what he was entitled to, lost his tail and got a few bones broken for good measure. And the porcupine lost his venison. He at least was right and so it is only fair that he did not lose anything else. Still, he was wrong, too, because he tricked the poor deer into racing with him and it was only just that he was not to keep the venison. And if you look around, you’ll see that the same thing happens to all people who try to gain their ends by tricks and quarrels. “Oh, Mama, I saw the nicest man today.” “Who was he, dear?” “He was the garbage man, Mama.” “And why was he so, nice?” “Well, Mama, he was carrying a can of garbage over his head to the wagon, and while he had it over his head 'the bottom came out and the garbage fell all over him, and he just stood there and talked to God all the time. An Englishman and an American! were presented * to the potentate ox one of the Eastern Countries. On looking over the Englishman’s passport, the dusky monarch said, “I seej sir, that you are a British subject.” The Englishman twirled his mustache and admitted with obvious pridej that he was. Then, looking at the American, he said: “And youJ sir, are a subject of the United States?” The American gazed at the monarch in amazement. “Subject? Subject,, hell! I own part of the United States!” Dear Old Lady: “Little boy, does your mother know you smoke?” Junior: “No. does your husband know you speak to strange men?” A true music lover is a mhn, who upon hearing a soprano in the bathroom, puts his ear to the keyhole. Officer of Day: “Well, it certainly took you long enough to find me. Didn’t the Chief tell you how to recognize me?” S2c: “Yes, sir, but there were several men around here with large stomachs and red noses.” Chief: “Your application states that you left your last job on account of illness. Now, I must know just what was the nature of the illness.’’ Fireman: “Well. sir. the boss got sick of me.” She: “Did I ever show you the place where I hurt my hip?” He: “N-no.” She: “All right. We'U drive over there.’’ Sailor: “Go ahead and telephone, and if a man answers ask him why the hell he isn't in the Navy?” Magistrate: “This man’s watch was fastened in his pocket by a safety chain. How did you man age to get it out?” Pickpocket: “My fee, your honor, is $10 for a full course of six lessons.’’ HOW TO WIN You may call a woman a kit ten, but you must not call her a cat. You may call her a mouse, but you must not call her a rat. You may call her a chicken, but you must not call her a hen. You may call her a du^k, but you must not call her a goose. You may call her a vision, but you must not call her a sight. Wife to drunken husband: “I suppose you expect me to believe you came right home from the , office.” May 14, 1947 DIRECTORY OF DISTRICT MANAGERS AND LOCAL ORGANIZERS District I: FRANK J. CHER. Assistant Manager: JOSEPH TOMA. District Office: 205 E. 85th St., Room 204. Phone: REgent 4-2787 New York 28, N. Y. District II: VICTOR F. AUSTERLITZ 426 Turner St. Allentown, Pa. Phone: 3-0820. Local Organizer: JOSEPH CIBOLY’A 426 Main St. Dickson City, Pa. District III: LOUIS CINCEL 1408 Mifflin St. Homestead, Pa. District IV: JOHN FI LOP 240 Langley Are. Pittsburgh 14, Pa. District V’: JOSEPH NEMES 338 Bessemer Ave. Youngstown, O. District Office: W. Federal and Phelps St. City Trust and Savings Bank, Room 501. Youngstown, O. Phone; 3-7717. Office hours: Monday: 7—9 P.M. Thursday, Friday, Saturday 10 A.M. to 1 P.M. District VI: MICHAEL S1MO 1141 S. Seneca St. Alliance, O. District Office: Verhovay Home, 8637 Buckeye Road Cleveland, O. Local Organizer: JOSEPH M. TOTH Office hours: Daily, 1—5 P.M. Friday: 7—9 P.M. Phone: RA. 8834. District VII. NICHOLAS TAKACS 1969 S. Liddesdale Ave. Detroit 25,' Mich. Local Organizer: STEPHEN LUKACS 9137 W. Lafayette Bird. Phone: VInewood 2-2777 District Office: 8005 W. Jefferson Ave. Room 12. Office Hours: Daily: 3—4:30 P.M., Saturday: 12—4:30 P.M. and Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday 7—9 P.M. District VIII: GEORGE TOTH 1436 Sunnymede Ave. South Bend, Ind. Local Organizer: FRANK WUKOVITS 1430 Longfellow Ave. South Bend, Ind. District IX: ALEXANDER GYULAY 14204 Haynes St. Van Nuys, Calif. Husband: “Sure did, (hie) straight as the crow flies.” Wife: “Oh I see, and stopping frequently for a little corn.”
