July 1955 Popular Electronics
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Aside from the storyline, one notable aspect of this installment of Carl & Jerry is one of the illustrations used
Jeff Duntemann (K7JPD), himself a sci-fi and technical book author, wrote a piece on the evolution of John T. Frye's
Carl & Jerry series in Popular Electronics,
and in it he commented on the changes in drawing styles and character appearances over the many years that Frye inked
his illustrations. I read Duntemann's article a while ago, but remembered the picture of Norma
and Carl's dog Roscoe when I saw it again just now. The format obviously departs from the vast majority of Frye's
typical works due to its distinctly cartoonish look. As for the plot of the story - it involves an attempt to shake
the wings off mosquitoes.
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Carl & Jerry: Ultrasonic Sound Waves
Ultrasonic sound waves play a part in fostering romance - with unexpected complications.
By John T Frye
With a pair of tweezers, he carefully transferred the mosquitoes to the pan ...
The shadowy coolness of Jerry's basement lab was a welcome relief from the shimmering heat outside. As Carl came
in, he saw Jerry's rotund figure perched on top of a stool at the workbench, on which rested a delicate horn pan balance
with a one-milligram weight in one of its pans. With a pair of tweezers, Jerry was carefully transferring some minute
objects from a fruit jar lid to the other pan.
"Looks like you're really up to big business today," Carl observed. "What're you weighing, peach fuzz?"
"Nope, ... mosquito cadavers," Jerry said, as his round face wreathed itself into an enigmatic smile.
Carl moved to the bench and peered down through his horn-rimmed glasses at the jar lid. Sure enough, in it were
several rather badly mauled mosquito carcasses.
"Why?" Carl demanded.
"We-l-l-l," Jerry said hesitatingly, "It's a rather long story-"
"Never mind the buildup," Carl interrupted. "You know you're dying to tell me; so give."
"It all started a couple of nights ago.
Looking out my bedroom window, I saw Norma, the girl next door, sitting on her porch swing, blubbering and crying
away. Thinking that maybe she had locked herself out of the house or something, I went down to see what was wrong.
"It developed that a character by the name of Melvin Akers, who works at the bank, has her 'snowed.' For the life
of me, I can't see why, for this Melvin guy is the sort even nature hates. He's allergic to anything that grows. He
breaks out in a rash if anyone even mentions onions or radishes. She swears he can get ivy poisoning just from seeing
the word 'ivy' in print.
"Even so, she has her mind dead set on marrying the creep; and that night she thought she practically had the job
done. Melvin was in a rare mood - for him - with nothing to take his attention off her; and he had even made a couple
of cracks about how pretty her hair looked in the moonlight.
"They sat down in the porch swing, and she started rehearsing mentally just how she was going to say 'I will' to
his proposal. Then, all of a sudden, Melvin began slapping at his face and ankles, and suddenly stood up and said
he had to leave. He's one of those people mosquitoes love to bite, and the bites swell up on him. So, he had to get
home quickly and use some special ointment on them.
"That was why she was crying. She said she'd pinned her hopes on this moonlit porch swing setting all spring; and
now that it had failed, she just knew Melvin would never propose."
"Why doesn't she try citronella?" Carl asked.
"I thought of that, too, but she says the odor clashes with her Sweet Surrender perfume, in which she has invested
no small sum and which she is sure plays a big part in giving old Melvin the business. I told her I'd try to see if
I couldn't think of something to help her."
"How come you're so eager to play Cupid?" Carl asked suspiciously; "although I must admit you've got the figure
for it. You going soft on this gal, too?"
"You got rocks in your head?" Jerry demanded witheringly. "She's practically an old woman. I'll bet she's 22 or
23 if she's a day. It's just that I don't like having someone bawling under my window when I'm trying to sleep. And
then, her problem appeals to my scientific curiosity."
"How about Melvin? Don't you think it's playing it kind of low down to help trap a fellow man?"
"That bothered me a little until I happened to remember he was the local joker who wrote to the FCC and said he
was sure we radio amateurs were interfering with his TV reception. All his trouble was being caused by an old-fashioned
carbon filament light bulb in his basement. Some of those old bulbs act like miniature TV transmitters and cause interference
to crawl up and down the picture."
"He deserves to get married!" was Carl's prompt, harsh judgment; "but how are you going to help with the mosquito
"I got an idea from something I read in Radio & TV News two or three years ago. You know sound waves can exert
severe stress on objects that are resonant to the frequency of the sound. Remember how some opera singers can shatter
a wine glass just by holding the right high note? Well, I think I can produce an ultrasonic sound wave at a frequency
which will vibrate a mosquito violently and destroy him without people being able to hear the sound.
"Yesterday I borrowed a high-power movie sound system tweeter speaker from a projectionist friend of mind and hooked
it across the output of my hi-fi amplifier. This amplifier has frequency response clear up to 100,000 cycles; so when
I ran my audio signal generator into the front end of the amplifier, I got considerable power output from the speaker
above the range of hearing. To check this, I suspended a tiny pith ball on a light thread in the path of the narrow
cone of sound put out by the speaker and then varied the frequency of the signal generator. At certain ultrasonic
frequencies, the ball was jerked back and forth so violently by the inaudible sound waves that it looked blurred.
I'm sure that if I can hit just the right frequency I can exert several G's of stress on a mosquito and shake him
loose from his wings!"
Norma ran down the porch steps as Bosco pawed gingerly at his ears ...
"Why are you weighing the mosquitoes?"
" ... To get the average weight to use in the acceleration graphs and formulas for vibratory motion that I found
down at the library. They're pretty hard to use, but if I do it right I should be able to figure out just the right
frequency to apply maximum stress to a single mosquito."
As he talked, Jerry finally got the scales to show a satisfactory balance; and then he carefully counted the dead
mosquitoes in the pan. Next he reached for his battered slide rule, made a few calculations, and jotted down some
figures on a pad.
"We-l-l," he finally said hesitatingly, "if I've not slipped somewhere, it looks as though a frequency of about
19,000 cycles ought to do it. Tonight I'll run that frequency into the amplifier and direct the cone of sound from
the tweeter speaker right at Norma's porch swing from my upstairs window. She says she'll maneuver Melvin into position
there promptly at 10:30 if she has to chloroform him. I'll keep the mosquitoes at bay with my supersonic ray until
Norma and her Sweet Surrender perfume have done their dirty work."
"You playing an electronic Cupid is something I've got to see," Carl announced. "Reserve me a seat up in your room
tonight. I'll be over right after that 9:30 shoot-em-up TV program."
He was as good as his word, and the two boys squatted on the floor by the window of the hot, darkened bedroom for
almost an hour before they heard the picket gate of the house next door click open and shut, and caught sight of two
figures walking onto the vine-hung front porch. Jerry already had the amplifier warmed up; and as he heard the rhythmic
squeaking of the porch swing chains, he flipped on the oscillator that had been preset to the ultrasonic frequency.
The shift in the fluorescent blue glow on the glass envelopes of the amplifier output tubes indicated that they were
delivering power. No sound was heard from the speaker, however, and there was no halt in the rhythmic squeaking of
the swing chains.
"Well, at least Melvin can't hear the sound," Jerry whispered hoarsely as he stared down at the darkened porch.
Just as he said this, there was an anguished howl from below, and a frantic ball of white erupted from beneath the
porch and ran crazily about the moonlit yard.
"Holy cow!" Carl gasped, "it's Bosco!
What's the matter with him?"
Before Jerry could answer, Melvin's trembling voice floated up to them: "It's a mad dog!" he shrieked. Then he
burst from the shadow of the porch, and with two giant steps reached the picket fence and vaulted nimbly over it.
He alighted on the sidewalk running, and as his staccato footsteps died away in the distance, Jerry reached over and
switched off the oscillator. Instantly Bosco's howling stopped.
"Bosco certainly fouled that up," Jerry said sadly. "Dogs can hear sounds too high-pitched for human beings, and
that high frequency note must have been pretty painful to poor Bosco's ears.
The two boys went downstairs and across the yard. To their astonishment, they heard the sound of almost hysterical
laughter coming from the porch, and then Norma ran down the steps, threw her arms about them, and kissed each squirming
boy soundly on the cheek.
"I'll never, never forget how funny Melvin looked as he went over that fence," she finally managed to gasp. "And
I want you boys to know I'll never forget what you've done for me. I guess I felt sorry for Melvin because he seemed
to have so much trouble, and I foolishly thought I was in love with him; but I certainly couldn't love anyone who
would run off and leave me alone with a mad dog ... I don't know how you did it, but you're wonderful!"
As she said this, she stooped down and picked up Bosco, still pawing gingerly at his ears, and gave the dog a big
hug; then she went into the house, giggling happily.
"Women!" Carl said disgustedly, as he rubbed the lipstick print off his cheek vigorously with the back of his hand.
"Check," Jerry agreed. "I suppose we may as well go to bed now, but I'm coming over the first thing in the morning
to see if there are any wingless mosquito fuselages lying around under that swing."
Carl took a couple of steps and then turned around. "Hey, Jer," he said thoughtfully, "I wonder if you'd promise
"Sure thing. What is it?"
"Well, if I should ever become so weak-minded as to think I want a girlfriend, just let me manage my love life
all by myself, will you? Please don't try to help me !"
Jerry: Their Complete Adventures is now available. "From 1954 through 1964, Popular Electronics published
119 adventures of Carl and Jerry, two teen boys with a passion for electronics and a knack for getting into and out of trouble
with haywire lashups built in Jerry's basement. Better still, the boys explained how it all worked, and in doing so, launched
countless young people into careers in science and technology. Now, for the first time ever, the full run of Carl and Jerry
yarns by John T. Frye are available again, in five authorized anthologies that include the full text and all illustrations."
Carl & Jerry Episodes on RF Cafe
- Abetting or Not? - October 1956
- Electronic Beach Buggy - September
- Extra Sensory Perception
- December 1956
- Trapped in a Chimney
- January 1956
- Command Performance -
- Extracurricular Education,
- Treachery of Judas, July 1961
- The Sucker, May 1963
Stereotaped New Year, January 1963
- The Snow Machine, December 1960
Extracurricular Education, July 1963
- Slow Motion for Quick Action, April
- Sonar Sleuthing, August 1963
TV Antennas, August 1955
Succoring a Soroban, March 1963
"All's Fair --", September 1963
Operation Worm Warming, May 1961
The Crazy Clock Caper, October 1960
Two Detectors, February 1955
Tussle with a Tachometer, July 1960
- Therry and the Pirates, April 1961
The Sparkling Light, May 1962
Pure Research Rewarded, June 1962
Hot Idea, March 1960
- The Hot Dog Case,
- A New Company is Launched,
- Under the Mistletoe, December
- Electronic Eraser, August 1962
- Blubber Banisher, July 1959
"BBI", May 1959
Ultrasonic Sound Waves, July 1955
The River Sniffer, July 1962
Ham Radio, April 1955
El Torero Electronico, April 1960
Wired Wireless, January 1962
Electronic Shadow, September 1957
Elementary Induction, June 1963
He Went That-a-Way, March1959
Electronic Detective, February 1958
Aiding an Instinct, December 1962