September 1942 QST
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 (if any) are hereby acknowledged.
is yet another example of humorous poetry written by Hams from back
in the 1940s... November 1942, to be exact.
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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;
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.
I spent ten minutes praying, heard myself quite softly saying,
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.
or else distortion!" So I quickly seized a portion
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,
it was my shunt-feed Hartley that was troubling me - I guessed.