All of them are the works of Lajos Márton, a then court painter of boy scouts, who produced similar cards for decades.
The first pictures encourage the ideal scout to proper everyday behavior, back in 1937 according to the date of the cards. A scout is helpful, wherever he can. He’ll thread a needle for the granny, hold the umbrella over the little neighbor girl, and there are certainly pictures of him somewhere out there lugging heavy bags or plying with a kitten pussy.
By 1941, mere four years later we see him huddled in the trenches, enthusiastically amid egg-painting Easter bunnies.
Much more sinister is the image of the frontline soldier’s – by now serving under German command in the Rapid Hungarian Reaction Forces – encounter with the Savior.
Easter has quickly passed. The concentration of the troops to set up the Second Hungarian Army – whose two hundred thousand members would perish almost to the last man at the Don – has begun. From Easter of 1942 there are no more post cards at the bottom of the shoebox.
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