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Luba Maziar Featured in this issue is Miss Maziars projected wedding invita tion. HELPFUL HINTS ON PUBLICITY As press chairman for your branch, you are faced with the task of contacting newspapers and radio and TV stations to publicize upcoming events and getting the local media to cover your arts and crafts exhibits, anniversary functions and other important events organized by your branch. How do you contact the media? Should you write or phone? When should you send out your information, and can it be handwritten or should it be typed& These questions and others pertaining to the dissemination of information will be answered by Mrs. Helen Smindak of New York, a former editor of The Ukrainian Weekly who has worked for several years in the public relations field and has practical experience in writing news releases and contacting the press. Kangaroo Poritko ’’Let’s sit down under this gum tree,” said Poritko. "But my balloon... Can’t you understand? My balloon... I cried almost in agony. ’’Your life’s emphasis should not be on possessing but on becoming,” Poritko replied. His voice was calm and reminded me of those bamboo arrangements that I used to hang from my porch ceiling back home to tinkle in the summer wind. Something forced me to sit down by him. ’’Listen!” said the kangaroo bowing his head. After a short pause he continued: ’’It’s only with the heart that one can hear correctly; what is essential to life is mute to the ears.” For some time Poritko continued to sit in silence, and this disturbed me. What was there to listen to? I asked myself repeatedly and with an outburst I declared: ’’While I walk around with a fat-tailed kangaroo my balloon will burst if the branches of the trees press too hard upon it.” It seemed to me that Poritko was entirely aware of my violent emotions, though he made no effort to calm me. I found it hard to believe that there could exist someone or something like this kangaroo, who had no inclination to be compassionate toward my being stuck in this enormous and strange land. Weird questions fil led my mind: Is this a dream or a nightmare? Is my ima gination playing tricks on me, or is this situation real? What or who is this Poritko? Then something filled me with a strange spacious ness infinitely beyond myself, as soon as Poritko’s dark eyes rested upon mine. ’’Listen!” said the kangaroo as though trying to scan the universe with his mind; He seemed to be searching relentlessly for hidden clues to creation, and for the wonders of life itself. ’’Listen to that cockatoo singing his throat out at the beginning of dawn... Listen to that gentle wind rustling the leaves of this gum tree... Listen to that thundering music of the brook babbling over those rocks... But the most harmonious tune of all is the expression of love and good will.” So spoke Poritko sighing after each sentence. For the first time I tried to understand the meaning of his words, the hidden philosophy — if any — of his life. For the first time I wanted to listen carefully to whatever he had to say, but when I got into this mood, he sprang up to his feet and said: ’’Let’s go and see your balloon!” НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ — ЛИСТОПАД, 1974 27
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