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At the meeting in April 06, the SQ chapter accepted Tom Van Buskirk as the its president
for the year 2006-2007.  Tom is a really savvy telegrapher advocate and has a presentation
regarding Samuel F.B. Morse.  Kathy Stanfill remains as Secretary-Treasurer.
 
 
 
The representation that The Morse Telegraph Club, inc. (SQ) SoCal Chapter
gave to the Train Show in Long Beach, CA was so well done that the director of the Show has invited W6MTC and their crew to operate, demonstrate, and teach the Morse Code to the patrons during the next show in 2006.   

 
As practical as possible your webperson publishes comments, solutions, and all other radio related items to be as accurate as the submitter wants it to be.  The webperson will always try to give the author of the comment...etc credit.  We aren't controversial, just reporting what is read in the newspapers (W. Rodgers).






 

 




 
 



 



 


 


 


 





















The wireless telegraph is not difficult to understand.
The ordinary telegraph is like a very long cat.
You pull the tail in New York, and it meows in Los Angeles.
The wireless is the same, only without the cat.
Albert Einstein

 
limericks 
 
He had to go up the ladder,
And nothing else can matter.
He missed a call from Tex,
You'd  think he had a hex.
He couldn't do it if he was fadder.
 
June 27,2005                           Copy write W6MTC
Oh, what a pity,
I got a call from the big city.
But I couldn't  copy his fist
I couldn't add him to the list
So I  sent him a ditty dum dum ditty.
 
June 27,2005                           Copy write W6MTC
 
There was a man named Mark,
Who like to operate in the dark.
He used a small light,
So he could have some sight.
Otherwise all there was, was spark.
 
June 15, 2005                             Copyright W6MTC  
There was a man from Keatch,
Whose whole life was to teach.
So he joined MTC,
And was happy as could be.
Almost like being at the beach.
 
June 15, 2005                                 Copyright W6MTC  
There was a YL named June,
Who could tap out a lively tune.
She would send code all day,
When she got no pay.
She only stopped to lunch, at noon.
 
June 15, 2005                                 Copyright W6MTC  
There is a man named Miller,
Who sat proudly at his tiller.
He sent code the international way,
But he liked Morse better, he would say.
Watching him perform was a thriller.
 
June 15, 2005                                 Copyright W6MTC  
 I felt like an attack,
I just had to leave the shack.
I'll go down and surf,
That's really friendly turf.
As for the shack, I'll be back.
 
05/17/05                        Copyright W6MTC  
There was a Ham named Ken,
History he was to pen.
He was on Jay Leno,
And put on quite a show.
He displayed to the upstarts the how and when.
 
05/19/05                                                               Copyright W6MTC
 
My sked didn't jell,
You could really tell.
We would meet on the forty band,
But it sounded like sand.
So I guess I'll call him on the handhell.
 
05/17/05                           Copyright W6MTC
 
Oh, listen to Tess,
She sez my shack's a mess.
If you don't clean it up,
There will be no sup.
I shouldn't do less, I guess.
 
 
5/17/05                Copyright W6MTC
 
There was a little tike,
Whose father used a mike.
But he liked the J-38,
Cuz his sending was first rate.
It was better than ridding his bike.
 
 
5/17/05                    Copyright W6MTC
There was an op with a rhythm,
He looked like David Niven,
He used his forefinger and thumb,
Like it was glued on with gum,
And he knew he was really livun
 
Copyright W6MTC  

 

There once was a man from Yale,
Who wanted to copy the mail.
So he used the dot and the dash,
That he soon turned into cash,
And you know the rest of the tale.
 
Copyright W6MTC  

 

There was a Ham who owned a sounder,
And on most occasions he liked to pounder,
But one time he lost his key,
That was strapped to his knee,
And he looked and looked till he founder.
 
Copyright W6MTC  

 

There was man from Mass
Who graduated with class.
He went to art school
But he was no fool.
He invented the dot and dash.
 
Copyright W6MTC  

 

Condensed Story of Ms Farad
by A. P. French

Miss Farad was pretty and sensual
And charged to a reckless potential;
But a rascal named Ohm
Conducted her home -
Her decline was, alas, exponential

 

There once was man named Sam,
Who went to France on the lam.
But invented the code,
He got wealthy I'm told.
And he yelled I'm rich, I am, I am
 
3/18/05
 
Copyright W6MTC  
There was a Ham in his shack,
He was a man with some knack.
But during a que-es-oh,
He was in need  of a cup of Joe.
Wait, Wait, he said, I'll be back.
 
3/18/05
Copyright W6MTC  
There was a man named Fred,
Whose arm felt like lead.
You see it was field day,
And he had to find a way.
So he used his head, instead.
 
3/18/05
Copyright W6MTC  
 
There once was a lady op,
Who spun her key like a top.
You see it gave her a tingle,
Cuz she would rather mingle,
With a sparkgap then a mop.
 
03-28-05
Copyright W6MTC  
Listen to the rhythm of his fist,
He should make some kind of list.
Even a list of lids,
Or bubblegum kids.
He says it is all in the wrist.
 
03-28-05
Copyright W6MTC  
He loved to send code all night,
But he had a terrible fright.
Quit making all that noise,
The XYL said, or I'll lose my poise.
So he signed and turned off the light.
 
03/28/05
Copyright W6MTC  
A young ham was most adept,
He even sent code as he slept.
An old ham came along,
With a dit-dah song.
It was so sad, the young op wept.
 
03-28-05
Copyright W6MTC  
 
She said go empty the trash,
You will receive no cash.
But you can return to your call,
And have a ball.
Or else I turn you bug to ash.
 
03/28/05                                  
Copyright W6MTC  
He heard a lively call,
It sounded like a doll.
So he combed his hair,
For he looked like a bear.
He answered the call, and that's all.
 
03-28-05                             Copyright W6MTC  
                  
The knob came off his Yeasu,
So he got a bottle of glue.
He swabbed on the stuff,
There, that should be enough.
Now it looked almost new.
 
4-8-05                                          W6MTC©
Said the XYL to the OM,
You'll be torn limb from limb.
If you don't empty the trash,
I'll turn your bug to ash.
So he did it with vigor and vim.
 
03/28/05                     copyright W6MTC        
One day the dial froze,
I was chilled to my toes.
I went and bought a new rig,
The XYL said no you don't , Mr. Big.
So I traded it for A Bose.
 
04-08-05                                       W6MTC©
 
He loved to send code all night,
Until his XYL gave him a fright.
If you don't stop all that noise,
I'm going to loose my poise.
And bonk you with all my might.
 
03/28/05                       copyright W6MTC
He wanted to go DXing,
Its part of our love of hamming.
But his speed was so slow,
It made him feel quite low.
So he spent more time practicing.
 
03/28/05                          copyright W6MTC
 
Going to the low end of the band,
In hopes I would get a hand.
But I was too slow,
So I had to go.
To the Novice Band, it’s Grand.

04/01/04                        copyright W6MTC

Watching the Lakers was no blast,
Since they were last.
So I went to the shack,
To get some happiness back.
Couldn’t wait for their final collapse.
 
04/01/05                  Copyright W6MTC
The old boy felt in a dump,
He needed to get a jump.
So he sent out a DX,
And got a guy named Tex.
Who said  "I'm fixin my oil pump".   
 
04/08/05                                    W6MTC©
 
He said please slow down,
Your really going to town.
I slowed down to twenty,
Which I thought was plenty.
But ten was where he was bound.
 
04/08/05                             W6MTC©
There was a gal named Alice,
Who operated from her palace.
Her antennae was high on the roof,
It made her seem aloof.
But that 's ok, she's from Dallas.
 
04/08/05                           W6MTC©  
        
Look at the boy in blue,
At hamming he was new.
He listened as hard as he could,
Sent dit-dahs when he should.
Not bad for a tot of two.
 
05/01/05                                 W6MTC©    
 
There was a ham from Philly, 
In an area quite hilly.
He raised his antenna so high,
It would make a Texan op cry.
He got all the weak ones, really.
 
05/012/05                                W6MTC©   
Just finished a bowl of cereal,
But that's immaterial.
I'm going to my shack,
In my gold Cadillac.
And that's very material.
 
05/012/05                                W6MTC©   
 
 
I thought I had a good one,
Now I can have some real fun.
He said your a dupe,
I felt like a stupe.
I turned off the rig, I was done.
 
 
05/012/05                                W6MTC©   
There was a ham named Neal,
Who liked to run mobile.
He raised his antenna high,
And looked at it in the sky.
You should hear Neal, squeal.
 
 
05/012/05                                W6MTC©   
 
 
 
      QUOTATIONS
 
From  the traffic police to a Ham on his way to a hamfest.
"Quota?  Yes we have a quota.  Once we could only write just a few, but now we can write all we want to."
 
From  the traffic police to a Ham on his way from the hamfest.
"The answer to this question will determine your alcohol content.  Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"
                       
"Don't tell Mom I'm a HAM.  She thinks I work in Hollywood."
 
Comment from net control about novice operator.
"I'm sorry I can't  reveal her gender."
 
Ad in a Ham Magazine
BUY A KEY FROM ME AND I WILL ADJUST THE TENSION IN YOUR HOME.
 
Quote from a Ham on Saturday night.
"Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye unless you have been drinking."
 
Anonymous
He threads his way through a pile up like a fish in a tank full of Piranha!
 
I am also in favor of treating code operators as human beans
 
I can't possibly think of amateur radio without the shattering noise of Morse Code.
 
Don't pity a code operator, he knows what he's doing.
 
You know he's a Ham when he dances in step to a CQ.
 
Certain Hams like to work alone, by themselves.
 
For the Mobile Ham - Drive carefully.  Its not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
 
Novice to Extra class lid  - Your not being too kind but at least  you have the decency to be  vague.
 
Comment to a Pirate - It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
 
Novice on low end of 20m - When everything is coming your way, you may be in the wrong lane.
 
For  OM'S who are really OM'S - Birthdays are good for you.  The more you have, the longer you live.
 
He is a classy operator.  He handles his key with Grace, much to the XYL's dismay.