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LESIA UKRAINKA Lesia Ukrainka was the pen name of Ukraine’s greatest poet ess, barissa Petrivna Kosach. August 1 is the thirty-second an- nivers'ary 0 ;f her tragic and un- time/ly death at the age of 42. Throughout her life Larissa Petrivna waged a losing battle with tuberculosis which took her to sanatoriums and 'health resorts in the Carpathians, the Cau'casus, Crimea, and far-off Egypt. But her indomitable willl -carried her through these hardships. The more deteriorated did her body become, tlhe more purified her soul, and the more productive were her endeavors. Larissa Petrivna wras imbued with love for her land at a very tender age. Hen mother, also a note'd poetess who wrote under the name of Olena Pchilka, ex- 9 erted every effort to implant up on the child's mind seeds which in later life blossomed forth into one crystalized idea: Ukraine must fight for freedom and inde pendence^ and she m.ust be pre pared for this fight by a develop ment of her -culture. When the child began to show literary in clinations, the mother immediate ly supplied -her- daughter with ap propriate Literature and poetry for study and guided her with advice. And thus at the early age of twelve Larissa Petrivna was already writing verse, and at ■thirteen, together with her bro ther Michael, she translated into Ukrainian Gogol’s Vedhecnici. The translation was published in Lviw in 1885. Another strong influence was exerted upon her by her uncle, Professor Michael Drahomanov, noted political writer and scholar, who from beyond Ukraine’s bor der in So-fia, Bulgaria, sent his niece a great deal of literature and valuable advice. Lesia Ukrainka’s shorter and longer verses have been grouped into several collections, among them Starry Heaven, Melodies, Moments, Spring- in Egypt, and many others. Among her drama tic poeims are Cassandra, The Forest Song, Attorney Martian, and others. In them she reveals a tormented woman’s soul, and, in other instances, a fighter for a better .destiny. Ivan Franko, commenting about the young male Ukrainian poets of the day, called Lesia Uk rainka the only man among her contemporaries. THE ALTAR OF SACRIFICE A Thought For the New Year By Ruth Taylor Early on D-Day I went into the great church on Fifth Ave., where I go to pray for the solu tion of any problem that harass es me. Even then I was not alone in the Gothic stillness. ^Worship pers were before me, kneeling in JUNIOR LEAGUE OF PHILADELPHIA A very-successful year for the Junior League, Branch 52 SUA was that of 1944. It started with a very success ful card party, during the Lenten Season. After Easter the Annual Frolic was held at the Ukrainian Hall. All the memJbers worked diligent ly with the officers and made it a success. Monthly meetings are held al ternately at homes of the mem bers. After the business discus sions, the refreshments are serv ed by the hostess of the evening. There is always a large attend ance. silent prayer. I looked tup at the great stain ed glass window that glowed In helping the war effort the girls continue in buying War Bonds and several have donated blood. Others have helped “The Ukrainian War Mothers’ Club,” to wrap and address packages for our servicemen. There was a “G. I” dance held on Nov. 4th. Posters made by soipe of our members were post ed at one the larger USO Clvibs, where one of our girls is a Host ess. The servicemen attending, had an enjoyable evening. November 16th marked the celebration of the Eiglhth Anni versary of the Club. The mem bers attended a dinner and floor show at one of Philadelphia’s downtown restaurants. Everyone had a good time singing Ukrain- with living blue as the morning sun struck it. It seemed like a promise of the eternal beauty of ian songs at the tables, after din ner. In conjunction, with the Phila. Council of Ukrainian National Women’s League a Mmstrelette wras presented by Junior Leagu ers December lOth.^ M'uch credit is due to Stepha- nia Monaster, who directed this show, first of its kind in Phila. and wrote the songs and the script with the help and some suggestions of the members. Jiud-ia Zuribida proved to be quite a good Ukrainian Master of Ceremonies. The unipue or chestra of combs, pots and pans wash boards, etc. was under lead ership of Helen Streit, with Ma rie Rybachok at the piano. All in all the members enjoyed working together and putting the show over successfully. Last, but not neast was the an nual Christmas Party, which was held at the home of Olga Liso. There the girls exchanged gifts with their pollyannas and picked new ones for 1945. Hats off to the officers of 1944: Anne Wasylenko Stec, Presi dent; Rosialie Kozel, Vice-Presi dent ; Amelia Sywulak Bochey, Secretary; Sophie Kredensor, Treasurer. They have cooperated to the fullest extent with the members, to make it a gold banner Year! Stephanie Wochok. an earned peace. As I knelt, there came to me the realization of a fact I had not fully sensed. To see the pro* mise of beauty and peace — I had to look across the altar of sacrifice. So it was on D-Day. So it is today. The altar of sacrifice is not always an altar of marble. It may be — it is, in many homes — the altar of the human heart, giving sadly but freely its most cherished possessions. Only as we are willing to sac rifice ourselves for the right can that right prevail. Our boys' overseas are giving their all for us for a belief that tyranny, op pression, persecution are denials of the Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of man in which — no matter what ritual they follow — they all believe. They are not divided by creed. They are not separated by class or na tional background. They are just our boys, fighting for us and for our way of life, for that creed of democracy which holds that all men are created equal and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights — to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. They are giving their all — their futures, their hopes, their dreams, their lives. Those who ,come back will not be the same for they will have passed through the refiner’s fire. They will have (Continued on Page 8) JUNIOR LEAGUE MINSTEELETTE IN PHILADELPHIA Participating: Stephania Monaster, Anne Stec, OUga .Wasy lenko, Victoria Melnick, Mary Biugera, Pearl Bilinsky, Mil dred Jaskow, Rosalie Kozel, Helen Streit, Josephine Bukata, Helen Wolensky, Olga Liso, Amelia Bochey, Anne Harris, Kay Mucha, Helen Nahirna, Marie Rybachok, Sophie Kreden sor, Stella Kiriloff, Anne Kressler, Emily Sheft, Mary Wo chok, Julia Zuribida, Estelle Brendzey OUR HOME Home to me is not a place, All fixed with frilly bits of lace; It needs not beauty, excess wealth, It’s filled with love and brimming health; And happiness reigns mostly here, Though clouds try sometimes to appear; But blessings at our doorstep lay, For God is at our home to stay. Mother greets me every day, In the humblest sort of way; Sisters, brothers, always tease, But soon they all will try to please; For their teasing seems to be, Their way of showing love for me; The more they tease, the more I think, Our Home is bound by spiritual link. When I am home, I feel so free, No one tries to injure me; Our trust we place in. one another, Was inspired by my dear mother; And ever since I was a child, Her actions were so kind apd mild; I pray that it will always be, The home of love and peace for me, Helen Wasylenko.. Philadelphia, Pa.
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