August 1958 Popular Electronics
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Being that this episode
of John T. Frye's "Carl & Jerry" series appeared in a 1958 issue of Popular
Electronics magazine, it would have been in the era while the techo-sleuthing buddies
were still high schoolers. Having already assisted the local law enforcement solve
a few challenging conundrums by exploiting their electronics knowledge, the sheriff
enlists them to help locate a moonshine operation that thus far has eluded discovery
by his force. Being Ham radio enthusiasts, Carl Anderson and Jerry Bishop were particularly
inclined to devise wireless technology to achieve their objective to, a la
Dudley Do−Right, "always get [their] man." Such is the
case here. As always, a technical learning opportunity is enmeshed with the storyline.
Carl & Jerry: Cow-Cow Boogie
By John T. Frye
It was late afternoon and Carl and Jerry were riding along a country road in
a long black car with huge golden stars painted on the sides. Neat white letters
spelled out "Sheriff" across the red spotlight lens. The boys, though, did not look
the least bit frightened or guilty as they listened with deep interest to what the
thin little blue-eyed man at the wheel was saying:
"Police Chief Morton suggested I talk to you two boys. He says you have - er
- unconventional minds."
"Didn't he really say that we get a lot of wacky ideas ?" Jerry asked with a
"Well, he did say that; but he also said that some of those wacky ideas turn
out surprisingly well. Now here's the situation. We've known for some time that
a big still is operating somewhere in this vicinity; but the guys running it are
real cute, and we've had no luck at all locating it. Two weeks ago we got our first
break. A farmer named Elkins - we're heading for his place now - came into my office
and reported something very unusual. He has a cow that comes in from the pasture
about three nights a week staggering drunk. We know from the particles still sticking
to her muzzle that the cow has been eating fermented mash, and it's almost a sure
bet she's getting the mash at the still we're hunting." "Then it ought to be easy
to find," Carl suggested.
"Ought to be, but it's not. The pasture takes in eighty acres of very rough ground.
Wildcat Creek runs along one end, and that part is almost all gullies and washes.
To make matters worse, a goodly portion of the eighty acres is uncultivated and
overgrown with trees and scrub brush. A couple of my deputies, pretending to be
surveyors, have gone over every inch of it without spotting a thing. What's more,
when they were in the pasture, Petunia - that's the cow's name - came home at night
sober as a judge. The 'shiners must have been watching every single movement my
"The situation is doubly ticklish because we don't just want to scare the bootleggers
off. We want to find that still and destroy it. It must be a whopper from the amount
of rotgut it's turning out."
... She shook her head from side to side, then staggered over
to the water tank and began to drink ...
As he finished speaking, the sheriff wheeled into a barnlot and drove over to
where a long, lanky, sad-faced man was standing by a watering tank. The boys had
barely been introduced to Mr. Elkins when he shaded his eyes with a bony hand, stared
down a lane leading into a pasture, and exclaimed dourly: "Here comes Petunia loaded
to the gills again!"
Sure enough, there was a long line of cows in single file plodding sedately down
the lane, but one fawn-colored cow was cavorting wildly up and down the line, throwing
her tail high into the air and making the bell about her neck clang loudly as she
wheeled in dizzy circles. As she reached the barnlot, she broke into a stumbling
run and ran full-tilt into a corner of the barn, knocking herself to her knees.
She got to her feet, shook her head from side to side, then staggered over to the
water tank and began to drink deeply and noisily.
"Now ain't that a shameful sight!" Mr. Elkins said sadly. "If this keeps up,
I'm going to have to destroy the critter."
Petunia raised her dripping woozy head from the water and stared foggily at the
four people for a few seconds with her large, limpid, slightly blurred eyes; and
then she jerked in what was unmistakably a gargantuan bovine hiccup!
"Boy, what a hangover she's going to have in the morning!" the sheriff said with
a tinge of awe in his voice. "Well, boys, any ideas ?"
"I'm getting sort of one," Jerry said hesitantly. "How about fastening a tiny
transmitter with a very sensitive mike to Petunia and listening to the sounds it
picks up as she wanders about the pasture? The moonshiners are used to her, and
she can walk right up to their still. Then all we have to do is find Petunia and
we've found the still."
"Where would you hide a transmitter on a cow ?" the sheriff asked.
"Inside the cowbell," Carl broke in. "A transistorized transmitter could fit
in there easily, and we can fasten a fine wire to that leather strap on her neck
for an antenna."
"You got another bell just like that one ?" Jerry asked Mr. Elkins.
"Well, take the clapper out of the bell Petunia's wearing and let us have the
"What's that for?" the sheriff asked.
... Minutes later they saw the helicopter hovering over the end
of the pasture down by the creek ...
"We can't have the bell with the transmitter ringing because that would cover
up the sounds we want to hear, but neither do we want the moonshiners looking inside
our 'doctored' bell to see why it's not ringing. If Petunia is around them for a
day or so with a dead bell, they'll investigate, decide the missing clapper has
been lost, and won't check after we switch bells."
"Okay!" Sheriff Greer exclaimed with an appreciative twinkle in his blue eyes.
"That's using your noggin. Let's give it a try. I'll take you boys back to town,
and you get busy rigging up the transmitter. It will probably take you a couple
of days or so, and in the meantime I'll do a little arranging of my own. I've got
a hunch that Petunia here will soon be joining Al-cowholics Anonymous!"
Mr. Elkins turned his morose gaze from Petunia to the grinning little sheriff.
"It's not enough that I'm plagued with a drunken cow; now I've got to put up with
a punning sheriff," he said, heaving a deep sigh and heading for the barn to get
Building and testing the little transmitter so that it would have sufficient
range and sensitivity for their purpose was no easy job, and it was almost a week
later before the boys were satisfied with it. Bright and early on a Wednesday morning
they went with the sheriff out to the Elkins farm. Mr. Greer had driven his official
car out the night before and parked it inside the corn crib; so he used his own
unmarked car this morning. The special bell was fastened about Petunia's neck, and
she was turned out with the other cattle. Then began what promised to be a long
vigil as the boys and the sheriff listened to the receiver that had been set up
in the corn crib.
"A state police helicopter is standing by at the airport," Sheriff Greer explained.
"The instant I call him on my car transmitter, he'll take off and try to spot Petunia
from the air. We can keep in touch with him all the time by radio."
Looking through the cracks of the crib, the boys watched Petunia separate from
the other cattle and disappear into a clump of brush. Then all three lapsed into
silence as they listened to the sounds coming from the radio speaker. Every step
of the cow produced a clumping sound, and the calls of birds and the buzzing of
insects came through with startling clarity. Suddenly the clumping stopped and there
was a sound like the tearing of a glued flap off a cardboard carton.
"What's that ?" the sheriff gasped.
"Just Petunia grazing," Jerry said with a grin. "Kind of a noisy eater, ain't
But the cow only stopped briefly; then the resumed regular clumping sound indicated
that she was moving steadily along. Suddenly all three of the listeners sat bolt
upright as they heard the faint sound of human voices coming from the speaker; rapidly
the voices grew louder until it was easy to hear what was being said.
"Hey, Jed, looky!" a deep bass voice said. "Here's our regular customer, and
we ain't even got the saloon open yet."
... Sheriff Greer took a metal cylinder from his pocket, lifted
the grating, tripped a trigger on the cylinder, and dropped it through the opening
"Quit fooling with that mash-happy cow and shake a leg," a shrill querulous voice
commanded. "I want to dump this mash into the creek and get back inside the cave.
I'm still worried about those surveyor fellows who were fooling around here a couple
of weeks ago."
"Okay, okay, Jed; keep your shirt on. I'll just give Bossy her regular slug and
then we'll dump the rest of the mash. Somehow I get a large charge out of seeing
the way she guzzles the stuff. That cow is a natural-born lush."
The sheriff was already talking earnestly into the hand-mike of his car unit.
He had hardly stopped speaking when the unmistakable throbbing sound of a chopper
was heard, and a few minutes later they saw the ungainly aircraft hovering over
the end of the pasture down by the creek.
"I've spotted them!" a voice said from the car radio. "Two men are running back
into a little gully leading away from the creek. Hey! They disappeared! You come
on out and I'll hover right here to keep them pinned down."
The sheriff grabbed a hand-held transmitter-receiver from the car, and all three
started at a dead run down the lane. Mr. Elkins saw them through the open barn door,
and he snatched up a pitchfork and took out after them.
When they arrived out of breath at the creek, the pilot directed them through
the portable radio unit right to the spot where he had last seen the two men. But
search as they would, they could not find a single trace of the two. Under the sheriff's
direction, they climbed to the top and searched the flat ground on either side of
the ravine. It was Mr. Elkins who pushed aside a clump of leaves with his pitchfork
and revealed a metal grating set flush in the ground. Silently he beckoned the sheriff
and pointed to it.
Very quietly Sheriff Greer took a metal cylinder from his pocket, lifted the
grating, tripped a little trigger on the cylinder, and dropped it through the opening.
A couple of seconds later there were muttered curses and a scuffling sound from
below. The four rushed to the side of the gully just in time to see a section of
the wall erupt and two men come tumbling out rubbing their streaming eyes. Clouds
of tear gas billowed out of the opening behind them.
In a matter of seconds, the sheriff and Mr. Elkins had the two men's arms handcuffed
around sturdy trees and had directed the helicopter to return to the airport and
send out some deputies. Then he, Mr. Elkins, and the two boys entered the mouth
of the cave which had been so cleverly camouflaged that they had walked past it
a dozen times without seeing it. Inside the cave they found the largest still Sheriff
Greer said he had ever seen. Supplies had been brought in and the liquor taken out
at night by boat on the creek so as to leave no trail, and a light metal boat was
in the cave.
"Well, boys, I certainly want to give you credit for a very bright idea," Sheriff
Greer said, as they walked out into the sunlight. "Without your help, this poison
factory would probably have been going a long time before we found it."
Mr. Elkins walked with a determined stride down to the bank of the creek where
Petunia was still licking at the bucket of mash the moonshiners had given her. A
vigorous kick sent the bucket sailing far out into the stream. "Come on, Petunia,"
he said, wrapping a wiry arm around her neck, and leading her up the bank of the
stream. "The party's over. From here on in you're on the water wagon.
Come on home and I'll make you up a tub of black coffee."
Carl Anderson and Jerry Bishop were two teenage boys whose
love of electronics, Ham radio, and all things technical afforded them ample opportunities
to satisfy their own curiosities, assist law enforcement and neighbors with solving
problems, and impressing – and sometimes toying with - friends based on their proclivity
for serious undertakings as well as fun.
Vox Electronik, September 1958
- Pi in
the Sky and Big Twist, February 1964
Bell Bull Session, December 1961
Boogie, August 1958
- TV Picture,
Electronic Eraser, August 1962
Trap, March 1956
at Work, June 1956
Aweigh, July 1956
Bosco Has His Day, August 1956
Hand of Selene, November 1960
or Not?, October 1956
Electronic Beach Buggy, September 1956
Extra Sensory Perception, December 1956
in a Chimney, January 1956
Performance, November 1958
of Judas, July 1961
- The Sucker,
New Year, January 1963
Snow Machine, December 1960
Extracurricular Education, July 1963
Slow Motion for Quick Action, April 1963
Sleuthing, August 1963
- TV Antennas,
a Soroban, March 1963
Fair --", September 1963
Worm Warming, May 1961
Santa's Little Helpers - December 1955
Two Tough Customers - June 1960
Pocket Radio, TV Receivers
Yagi Antennas, May 1955
Stomping, March 1962
Blubber Banisher, July 1959
- The Sparkling
Light, May 1962
Research Rewarded, June 1962
- A Hot Idea, March
- The Hot
Dog Case, December 1954
A New Company is Launched, October 1956
Under the Mistletoe, December 1958
Electronic Eraser, August 1962
- "BBI", May 1959
Sound Waves, July 1955
- The River
Sniffer, July 1962
- Ham Radio,
Torero Electronico, April 1960
Wireless, January 1962
Electronic Shadow, September 1957
Elementary Induction, June 1963
- He Went
Electronic Detective, February 1958
Aiding an Instinct, December 1962
- Two Detectors,
with a Tachometer, July 1960
and the Pirates, April 1961
The Crazy Clock Caper, October 1960
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Posted September 27, 2019