Southern California
Chapter (SQ)
Huntington Beach, CA

'What hath God Wrought?"
May 24, 1844
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| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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. |
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. |
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. |
| 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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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 |
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 |
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 |
| 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. 05/12/05 |
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. 05/12/05 |
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. 05/12/05 |
Amateur Radio Quotes
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.