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some definite hours i.e. same as the commercial or public service. Have this time specified as one hour or any other number but adhere to it.

Under suggestions I refer to false signs. On Nov. 26th I copied 8WO and 8JD perfectly for long time. However, both deny knowing of the other’s existence or working with each other. Something fishy here. I had excellent receiving and thought the work genuine at first. I did do good work that night and have verified some. But the

false signing is the bane of our crowd. Many refuse to try to do what I know they can do because they don’t want to be fooled.

    Yours very truly,

     (Sgd.) LLOYD M. KNOLL,

       Central High School.

Editor’s Note: The amateurs should realize how serious a matter it is to send false signals. Several amateurs on the Pacific coast have been punished by the Federal authorities for violations of the law.

A Western Station

Mr. W. C. Reinhardt of Omaha, Neb., has sent us a photo of his station. There are no stray wires and everything is neatly arranged. The rotary gap is built in a box and run by a belt drive. This rotary is not as noisy as some. Is your station as well equipped?

PROGRESS.

’Twas just two years ago today
 Since it rained and stormed a fright;
The dam gave way and water
 Rushed through the town all night.

Next day the phone was on the hog.
 I went down town to wire,
But telegraph was just as bad.
 And a horse I had to hire.

My business was rushing
 And my wife was waiting lunch,
But it seems as though our trouble
 Comes a floating in a bunch.

Three miles from town I halted
 For the river bridge was down;
I couldn’t swim a doggone stroke,
 And I wasn’t keen to drown.

The horse went lame and had to stop,—
 I hoofed it back to town;
I was so tired l didn’t know
 If my name was Smith or Brown.

But now our business doesn’t fail
 If any kind of pest
Comes floating ’round,—Say! I’m surprised
 How our little town’s progressed.

There’s a little house out on the hill,—
 Now let the phone line bust.—
We go out to the little house—
 ’Taint a syndicate nor trust.

Now we don’t have to wade through mud,—
 We hire our new colleague,
For he’s a member of our great
 American Radio Relay League.

(G. E. Chamberlain).