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September 1942 QST
Here is yet another example of humorous poetry written by Hams from back in the 1940s... November 1942, to be exact.
(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.
Here are a few other electronics-themed poems:
• "Power Supply," by Eileen Corridan
• "Ravin," by Meyer Dolinko
• "Pre-Radio," by Simpson Sasserath
• "A Radioman's Nightmare," by Editor, QST
• "Unpopular Electronics," by Saunder Harris
• "More 'Tower' to You," by David Moore
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 March 24, 2011