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FEBRUARY, 1916 some definite hours i.e. same as the commercial or public service. Have this time specified as one hour or any other number but adhere to it.

Under suggestions I refer to false signs. On Nov. 26th I copied 8WO and 8JD perfectly for long time. However, both deny knowing of the other’s existence or working with each other. Something fishy here. I had excellent receiving and thought the work genuine at first. I did do good work that night and have verified some. But the false signing is the bane of our crowd. Many refuse to try to do what I know they can do because they don’t want to be fooled.

Yours very truly,

(Sgd.) LLOYD M. KNOLL,

Central High School.

Editor’s Note: The amateurs should realize how serious a matter it is to send false signals. Several amateurs on the Pacific coast have been punished by the Federal authorities for violations of the law. 



Mr. W. C. Reinhardt of Omaha, Neb., has sent us a photo of his station. There are no stray wires and everything is neatly arranged. The rotary gap is built in a box and run by a belt drive. This rotary is not as noisy as some. Is your station as well equipped?

 PROGRESS. ’Twas just two years ago today Since it rained and stormed a fright; The dam gave way and water Rushed through the town all night.

Next day the phone was on the hog. I went down town to wire, But telegraph was just as bad. And a horse I had to hire.

My business was rushing And my wife was waiting lunch, But it seems as though our trouble Comes a floating in a bunch.

Three miles from town I halted For the river bridge was down; I couldn’t swim a doggone stroke, And I wasn’t keen to drown. The horse went lame and had to stop,— I hoofed it back to town; I was so tired l didn’t know If my name was Smith or Brown.

But now our business doesn’t fail If any kind of pest Comes floating ’round,—Say! I’m surprised How our little town’s progressed.

There’s a little house out on the hill,— Now let the phone line bust.— We go out to the little house— ’Taint a syndicate nor trust.

Now we don’t have to wade through mud,— We hire our new colleague, For he’s a member of our great American Radio Relay League. (G. E. Chamberlain). 