Verhovayak Lapja, 1947 (30. évfolyam, 1-24. szám)
1947 / Verhovay Journal
PAGE 12 Si. Louis Branch Adopted Her . . . (Courtesy of ‘‘St. Louis é- Vidéke”.) Verhovay MAKY SZABÓ Branch 209 of St. Louis, Mo., Charles Sehafnitz Manager, cares for this charming little girl in Hungary who sent her picture and a lovely letter of thanks to her adopters, and signed hstself “with lots' of low, your little girl, Verhovay Mary Stabo". These are 200,000 little boys and g rls in Hungary, waiting for some miracle like that which happened to tiny Verhovay Mary Szabó. The officers and members of Branch 209 have proved that humans, too, can work miracles if they are led by the spirit of brotherly compassion which is the essence of fraternal:sm. The future of the Hungarian nation depends to a great extent on how many of these little orphans will be generously provided for by Americans of Hungarian descent. Branch 2Gy, and many others, have shown the way: may every branch of the Verhovay follow their noble example ! ALLIANCE DID IT AGAIN! (Continued from page 11) for the eleventh time. The members of the team, of course, are guests of the Social Club. Tickets are sold only to the friends and boosters of the team who, charmed by th's novel idea, come in droves to join their young friends on these highly successful social evenings. In fact, these dinners have become very popular events and are given a great deal of favorable publicity by the local press' . . . The Verhovay Home in Alliance today is known as a center of American fraternalism. It has. innumerable friends and boosters. And many of them become fellow-members because they can see insurance turned into a vehicle of patriotic, humanitarian and charitable action. They apply for membership in the Verhovay because they realize that the backbone of this insurance is fraternalism! Many suggestions have been heard at the last Convention as to the promotion of Verhovay by social activities and other fraternal pursuits. To Alliance goes the credit for having shown how it can be done. All it takes is able leadership, sincere belief in fraternalism and a willingness to serve humanitarian causes. Where this sirit revails, success is assured — regardless of circumstances. ______ Verhovay Journal November 12, 1947 CHILDREN’S CORNER THE SZÉKLER WOMAN — Hungarian Folk Tale — Once upon a time, beyond the se- [ ven seas, where the tiny, short-tailed ■ piggy digs, there was a farmer who had a very handy wife. Well, it’s true, she was beautiful, and handy, too, but still they did not live happily, for the woman was as contrary as she was stubborn. If her husband said something was white, she would sure to counter with saying it’s black and then stick to it like a leech. Small wonder that they always quarreled and hardly a day went' by that the people in the village diil not run to their house thinking' that they must be killing each other. One clay the woman said to her husband: “Listen., I haven’t seen my i parents for a long time. Hitch up j the horses' and let’s visit them.” I “Sure”, said the husband, “any] ’ thing you want, just so we have j peace.” Slowly they travelled toward the j village where her parents lived. As _ j I they passed through a little town, ! the wife pointed to a yard, exclaim- j ing: “Look, what a nice haystack I they have there.” ‘ Woman,’' said the husband, “that’s | . not hay but - straw.” “No, that’s hay!’ — she exclaim! ed.' “That’s straw.” “It is hay!” “It is straw!” So they kept yapping at. each other until suddenly the woman start- ' ed to weep, that nothing she ever said was good enough for her husband. “Come on now,” begged her husband, “be sensible. In a few minutes i we’ l get to your parents and what will they think if they see you like this.” “Alright”, said the Széklet- wo- 1 man, “but admit it is hay.” “But I can’t say it is hay, when it’s straw!” That was the last straw for the i wife. She slapped him, tore his hair and kicked him and they started to I fight on top of their buggy. The j poor horses got shy and started to < run, and the buggy was overthrown j in a d.tch and broke to pieces. The horses run away, and the two arrived on foot in torn clothes, with bleeding noses and still fighting. “What is the matter, what is the matter?” — asked the anxious parents, and the wife said: “Nothing, I am sick of living!”, and she went straight to bed. Neither did she get up on the next morning, nor on the following. She didn’t talk, she didn’t eat and nobody knew what ailed her. Finally, her husband got tired of the show and he went to her bed and said: “Don’t act, like a fool. Get up and let’s go home. It’s a ! shame the way you worry your poor ' mother.” “Say it’s hay!” “I won’t say it, because it is j straw.” “Well, if you wont say it is hay, I shall die.” % With that she olosed her eyes and never said another word. No talk, no begging, no shaking could move her: she laid there like dead. Her father and mother came to her bed and cried bitterly, but to no avail. She was as good as dead. Well, if she was dead, she had to be buried. So a coffin was ordered, and the priest was called and the funeral was set for the following morning. Before the funeral started, the husband once more went to the coffin and whispered to his wife: “Stop kidding, or they close the coffin over your nose.” She whispered back; “Say it is hay.” “It’s straw, you fool!” Well, if it was straw, she was dead. The coffin was closed, the priest prayed and she was buried in the cemetery. As the earth started falling upon the coffin, the woman stopped to think, and she exclaimed: “I wish the devil had taken me!” In that moment the sl;y darkened, a terrible wind arose and amidst great thunder the earth dropped away from her coffin and a huge, black man grabbed the woman and started to run with her. “Hey, stop!” — the woman yelled —• “Who are you?” The black one kept running and said: “I'm the devil. Yrou called me and here I am.” Finally, after he ran with her on his back through seven counties the devil got tired and stopped. “Get off my back” — he told the woman. “No. i won’t!” —- she said. So the devil tried to shake her off, but he couldn’t get anywhere. She hung to him like a leech and she yelled at him to stop fighting her and when he didn’t, she kept tearing his hair, scratching his face, and beating his nose. Poor devil, pretty soon he was in an awful shape, and he started to beg her to release him. But she would not and she kept on driving him. Suddenly they met up with a Hungarian hussar. The devil stopped and begged him: “Dear sir, please save me from this woman, for she is riding me to death.” Well, the hussar could see that the black one was half dead so he asked the Székiéi- woman to get off his back. Still, she refused. Then the hussar didn’t ask, but he told her to get off. But she just shook her head. Now the hussar got really angry: “Why, you dirty so and so. I’ll cut you off that poor fellow!” And with that he pulled his sword and lifted it, ready to cut her head oft. That, finally, scared the woman who jumped off th% devil and ran away. Exhausted, but grateful, the devil fell down before the hussar and said: “My hero, your brave deed shall not remain unrewarded. I’ll go now to the palace of the King whose wife is very ill. No one can cure her. I’ll stand at her head, but no one will be able to see me, and she will get worse. Then you come and offer to cure her. And when they admit you to her bedroom, you just stop at the bed and say: ‘Get going, my fellow’, and I’ll leave her and she will be better in the same moment. The King will be so grateful to you that he will give you half of his country and the hand of his beuatiful daughter in marriage.” The hussar agreed to the plan and the devil left for the King’s palace. Sure enough, as soon as he stopped, invisibly, at the Queen’s bed, she got worse, so much so that the learned doctors advised the King to prepare for the funeral. Great was his sorrow, when suddenly his prime minister entered and said that there was a hussar downstairs who j offered to heal the Queen provided the King- would give him half of his Kingdom and the hand of his daughtj er in marriage. The King promised everything and. the hussar was ad! milted to the bedroom of the Queen. ! He went to her, and touched her ' pulse, as if examining her, and j finally he straightened and whispered I softly: “Get going, my fellow.” Im- i mediately, the grateful devil disap- I peered, and the Queen opened her ! eves, sat up and rejoiced because I her illness had left her. Great was 1 the joy of the King who kept his j promise and gave half of his king- I dom and the hand of his beautiful : daughter to the Hungarian hussar. ' They lived happily for many years when, one day, they heard that the I Queen of the - neighboring country I was seriously ill. Her royal husband, j ha\ing heard of the wonderful cure i effected by the former hussar, sent i for him begging him to come and I heal his. wife. He, too, promised him : half of His Kingdom, and, since the ; hussar was happily married already, i seven wagons of gold, if he would ; only come and heal his wife, i Well, the hussar couldn’t very well I say No, and so he went to visit the K ng\ Right away he was taken to ■ the Queen’s bedroom, and, sure enough, there stood the devil, in- I visibly, as usual, at her bed. Again : the hussar acted as if he were ex- i amining the Queen and then he ; straightened up and whispered: “Get i going, fellow." However, that Wasn’t in the bar- Í gain and the devil didn’t leave and j the Queen got worse every second. Í Again the hussar said: “Get-going, . mj fellow!”, but the devil didn’t move. Suddenly, just as he was i reaching out to 1 ake the Queen, the i hussar exclaimed: “Get going or I Í call the Székiéi; woman!” j Ouch! that was more than the I devil had bargained for. He jumped away from the Queen’s bed and went right through the window and he is still running if he hasn't stopped since. SMILES Every tF í itc? Planned Milktoast—I never v.-orry about vacation plans. Friend—How dome? Milktoast -- My wife decides j where and my boss decides w-.vsn. i Cheaper 7 One ! Him—Do you tv ink two can live on ten dollar.; weekly? Her — Weakly Yes very ! weakly! A young man just off a. farm went to work in a large plant i and was surprised when he got his first pay envelope to Lnd a deduction with the notation “FIT.” Returning to the paymaster, he asked for an explanation. “I don't remember having a fit" he said “Oh, yes,” said the paymaster, “Everybody ha, ins every pay day. FIT is fiv Federal Income Tax.” After an evening in a night club, a gay party at one of the tables arose to leave. Beckoning a waiter, one of the men asked, “Is it raining outside?” “Sorry,” replied the attendant coldly, “this isn’t my table.” If a child annoys you, quiet him by brushin his hair, is the latest advice. If this doesn’t work, use the other side of the brush and The other end of the child.
