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September 1942 QST Poem

September 1942 QST

 September 1972 QST  Cover - RF Cafe[Table of Contents]These articles are scanned and OCRed from old editions of the ARRL's QST magazine. Here is a list of the QST articles I have already posted. All copyrights are hereby acknowledged.
Here is yet another example of humorous poetry written by Hams from back in the 1940s... November 1942, to be exact.

See all available vintage QST articles.


(With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

By Meyer Dolinko

ONCE upon a midday dreary, while I pondered weak and weary

In the class laboratory, idly tracing some old set;

As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of something gently rapping - rapping in my superhet.
Ah - I sharply recollect it came so fast I'd ne'er expect it,
But I quickly did detect it - and began to trouble shoot.
Took my faithful long-nosed plier, poked into my amplifier,
Deftly pulled upon a wire - one, or two - or four.
Then I spent ten minutes praying, heard myself quite softly saying,
"Quoth the speaker: 'Nevermore!'"
Stunned and filled with indignation, I withdrew in consternation
As the mystic oscillation kept on drumming in my ears.

"Stray capacitance!" I muttered, but the word was hardly uttered
When the speaker coughed and stuttered ­ adding greatly to my fears.
"Either this, or else distortion!" So I quickly seized a portion
Of my set, and threw all caution out the door ­
With a swiftly mounting fever and the patience of a beaver

Swore I'd fix that damned receiver. Quoth the speaker: "Nevermore!"
Now I looked up rather smartly, thought I had the answer, partly,
For it was my shunt-feed Hartley that was troubling me - I guessed.

Posted 3/24/2011