AKII*12 Pena Official Organ Of The Slavonic Benevolent Order Of The State Of Texas, Founded 1897. HUMANITY
BENEVOLENCE VOLUME 61 — NO. 7
BROTHERHOOD
Postmaster: Please Send Form 3579 with Undeliverable Copies to: SUPREME LODGE SPJST, P.O. Box 100, Temple, Texas 76501.
FEBRUARY 14, 1973
FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK Information received Monday morning pertaining to SL President Morris' condition is that he has not been operated on at this time, pending further medical examination. We will keep you informed concerning further developments. Your Editor wishes to call the members' attention to paragraph 13 in Secretary-Treasurer Mikeska's report which reads: Editor Sefcik questioned whether we should quit printing names in the Vestnik of those members due to get premium refunds or whether only those names of members who cannot be located should be printed. He was advised to print names of members a lodge is unable to locate and appeal to the Vestnik readers to help locate such members. — I will elaborate more on this in the near future. Many, many years ago, there lived a very good and kind old man named Valentine. He was so kind and tenderhearted that he didn't like anyone to suffer or be lonely. So he went about leaving food on the doorsteps for the hungry and clothes for the poor. For the lonely ones he left pretty cards or letters, in the spring and summer he would leave flowers. Everyone for miles and miles around grew to love him, and many wondered as the kind old man grew older what
MY VALENTINE Whilst blossoms round thy casement twine, I pray thee be my Valentine. When summer garlands strew thy way My love shall bloom as fair as they. And when the autumn's store of gold Shall prove thy year is growing old, My love more lasting and more rare A golden chaplet thou shalt wear. But when life's roses all lie dead, And winter snows adorn thy head, Within thy heart to warm the same Shall glow my love, a steady flame. —Estelle W. Thomas they would do when he could no longer make mysterious visits; for no one ever saw him place his gifts on the steps of their homes. Yet, everyone knew that the man with the kind face and pleasant voice was the mysterious messenger. So' the years passed by, and Valentine grew older, his hair turned white, his face wrinkled and, his legs began to ache from long journeys. Then there came a day when Valentine found that he could not leave his little home and he had to put down the great sack of things he had strap ped to his back. For a long time he sat there, great tears dimming his eyes as he thought of the many empty door steps.
As day after day passed, Valentine could no longer go about, he grew heavy hearted and he wondered how he could help the people whom he loved so much. Then one day his face glowed with his accustomed smile and tenderness. "I have it!" he cried aloud to himself. "I can still send cheer to my people by the postman." In those days few people got mail. It was very costly to send even letters, and no one thought of sending heavy parcels, or even small ones. After that Valentine sent out many cheery messages, which he continued to do until his death on the 14th of February many years ago. All the people to whom he had been so kind, said that he was a saint, and ever afterward the 14th of February has been known as St. Valentine's Day, when all kinds of love messages are sent. • • If we, as sales representatives, are sold on our own Society and fraternal life insurance, then we haver a wonderful story to tell, and sometimes much more than life insurance to offer to our prospects and members. The story of life insurance and fraternalism go hand in hand ... losses sharing, brotherhood, helping one another — they are all one and the same. In talking with prospects, your editor believes, while we are not the biggest insurance organization in the world,' we