Dél Keresztje, 1952 (2. évfolyam, 8-23. szám)
1952-05-15 / 8-9. szám
1953, APR. 15. 3 OC Válassza ki az önnek legmegfelelőbb dohányt a minőségi gyártmányokból, a Tfliktotyu ■■ i _ gyártmányokért szavatol az elmúlt MWIP Egyéni ízléséhez legjobban illő dohányt! Ez a kitűnő sorozat a cigarettáink és pipások legváltozatosabb igényeit szolgálja ki! Az ÖN ízlését is teljes mértékben kielégíti, ha a Misdorp sorozatból választ és azt az előnyt is élvezi, hogy biztosan minőséget váráról. DEL KERESZTJE Aussies In Budapest... (Introduction. > Dear Reader,Hungarians” are meeting here. “Australians. Or so they say, yet I often see them quarrelling because the one is from Sydney and the other from Melbourn or what” — the waitress explains. Meanwhile, to do as the guests do, I take off my tie and open the neck of my shirt. Settling down in a corner, I would like to watch the goings on, but I am fascinated by the New Hungarian nearest to my table who, rubbing his palms together, proruces a thing resembling a cigarette out of nothing. There are, however, others who smoke our cheap Symphonias. In the far corner they bang the table. They are arguing. It’s not English, I can hear that, but very similar.' Now another Australian seats himself at my table. He explains the waitress told him I am on the “Evening Hungary” and is glad to meet me. He speaks an irritating, broken Hungarian. He tells his name which 1 don’t catch, but when I try to shake hands, he does not. No breeding. It transpires that he used to be the publisher of some Australian newspaper, Fairfax or what is his name. Here, in Budapest, he publishes (and edits) the “Free Australia” for Australian emigrés. (And he has no manners.) “And what is your circulation, colleague?” “Six thousanr” — he answers without batting an eyelid. That is to say, six hundred, — I can’t help thinking. ‘“Trouble is,” — continues Warwick Fairfax, — “that there is a Labour paper too. Back home, it was different. My paper, the Her-Imagine that the “Evening Hungary” is still being published, and that is what you are reading now. In Budapest. In the world at large, in the last 30 years, the reverse has happened of all that has in fact taken place. Russia is the haven of democracy. Between 1939 and 45 World War II ran its course and the USA, Bolshevist since 1917, occupies Western Europe. Along the Iron Curtain, Communist American troops face the Free East . . . Hundreds of refugees flee across the Curtain to Hungary . . . and we have thousands of French, English, Western German, Italian refugees from Western enslavement living in the country . . . also destrted Soviet-American soldiers ... Of this the “Evening Hungary” reports. Immagine . . . And we think, you will hav-V a better understanding abaut words: “immigration”, “DP-s,” “escapist” etc . . . The title of the story is as above:” Here it goes.) The “Apostles” is usually empty this time of the day. Today, however, it is packed full. The waitress, greeting me, points towarrds the tables laden with beer jugs, patrons stand up around them, ignoring the chairs, and drink “Dreher” beer. “They are here every Tuesday,” — the waitress confides. “They aren’t bad guests, but I nver saw them taking wine. Only beer, beer. They eat nothing with it and drink it standing up.” “What sort of people’,’ — I ask because their faces and the outlandish cut of their clothes at once betrays that “New — O — aid, sold 400.000 copies . . . Yes, that’s what they are like. They boast, every one of them, they were all “Somebody” back home. Unfortunate people, but one can’t believe a word they say. Why did he have to say 400.000? But I don’t Want to offend him, unlucky refugee. Instead, I ask: “How do you like this country? You know, Hungary is the flower on God’s own hat . . .” “Beautiful! The best country I ever saw!” (They all say this.) “And do you like everything? No complaints?” “Look,” — says Lord Fairfax, for why shouldn’t he be a peer after! what he said, — “there are some difficulties. For ezample, there is Professor Copland, he was Vice Chancellor of our leading University, and now ... he couldn’t get a jb shovels mud at the Tiszalök Dam . . . And Mr. Menzies, you know, Chairman of the Budapest Australian National Committee, our former Prime Minister, is night waiter in the “Dunapalota” and pays 90 Pengő a month for a squalid room in Rákospalota . . . There are eleven doctors here from the famous Woolongong Hospital, all doing manual labour . . . Is this justice? Do Hungary and Russia really deserve to be called “free countries” by their politicians?” Hearing the strong tone, a heavy—fralmed man and his company sit down to our table. They finshed beer now, so they drink tea. With milk, too. Awful. The big man is introduced he is the head of their Committee, a Mr. Menzies. He promptly takes out a memorandum from his small vulcan—fibre case. “I should be greatly obliged if you would publish this in your paper” — he adds. Quaintly worded and cuantly spelt, the memorandum is written in a sort of Hungarian and will be publisher next week on the back page of the”. “F.A.” (The Royal Hungarian Government decreed that foreign language newspapers must have 10 per cent of their contents in Hungarian. Ed.) The memorandum was signed 7 Oldal MEGLEPETÉST szerez magyarországi hozzátartozóinak, barátainak. VÁMMENTES IKKA CSOMAGGAL ! Csomagokat a címzett minden költség nélkül kapja kézhez. Kérje árjegyzékünket! Z. P. CSETI BOX 5270 G.P.O. SYDNEY Befizetőhelyek: Victoria: OPTO 430 Bourke St., Melbourne. South Australaia: B. Batho, Box 1620, G.P.O. Adelaide. Kérjük a címre ügyeim, mert máshol nem működik megbízottunk!