Radio Broadcast - 1923, August - 86 Pages, 8.5 ... - VacuumTubeEra

Radio Angling and Fisherman's Luck317in fishing, takes things as they come withouttoo many complaints.I once took a friend fishing to a fine brookwhere I had always had good success. 1wished very much for this friend to see some ofthe beauties that 1knew were in its sequesteredpools and swift currents. But that day theyjust would not bite. And this friend of minestood on the bank and "joshed" me for fair:" Trout ! This brook neversaw a trout! Let's go upin the woods and fish, wewill get just as many as weget here, and then we won'tget our feet wet!" Well,I've talked the wonders ofradio to friends. I havetold them the fine speechesand splendid music wehear, and how at times thebox just bursts with sound !And then I have invitedthem in for an evening.1have seated them at myside and adjusted thetwist of the dial 1picked up WBZ, Springfieldand heard a fineaddress by the pastorMethodist Church of that city!of theItaught my boy fishing and he has taughtme radio. When the fifteen-year-old camehome and said:" Dad, we are behind the times.We have got to have a radio set," then itwas time for the boy's best chum to sit up andtake notice. I made the agreement that if hewould find out how to construct a set, andconvince me that he could do it, I would digjlown and see if I could find the wherewithalto pay the bill."Say, Dad, you're the realarticle! The set is ours. I have the parts weneed all down on paper, their prices, and thehook-up." The eighth wonder of the world isthe way a boy in his teens learns these newthings and so quickly! We looked over thelist of parts and prices. The total cost was.92.In.due season, the box was made, the partsthat we sent for came, andthe set was constructed.The antenna was hungfrom the parsonage to thechurch vestry, and I wasthankful indeed when thisjob was ended, withoutbroken legs or pneumoniafrom climbing and scramblingover snow - coveredroofs with the wind blowinga gale and the mercurydown below zero.In radio as in fly fishingthe "hook-ups" are asvaried as the fifty-sevenphones and then begunorders of pickles. Speakingof flies, Henry VanIangling. have angledand angled. But it hasDyke says: "The blasebeen an off night. Nothingdoing. A few ripplesnew, something modern.trout demands somethingin the radio waves, butIt is for this reason that annothing worth while comingin. I have felt thatHE TAUGHT ME un-RADIOheard of, startling, willtheir thought of radio wasoften do great execution inaltogether original fly,like that of the friend on the bank when the an over-fished pool." So it is with radio setstrout would not come to the hook.and hook-ups. Every now and then it's theLast night1 invited in a friend. It was new hook-up that seems to gather in the stations.Sunday night and I wished very much to pickup a THE HOOK-UPgood church service. Like children whomAND THE CABINETwe wish to speak their pieces before company,and sometimes fail us, so at times it is with WATCH the fisherman," says Henry VanDyke again. "When he comes homeradio. Nothing took hold very well until after with a full basket of trout on his shoulder, or athis friend had gone and then with anotherquartet of silver salmon covered with greenbranches in the bottom of the canoe. Hisface is broader than it was when he went out,and there is a spark of triumph in his eye."Who is there who has not seen the radio smileon the face of another, or felt the thrill in hisown soul the morning after a successful catch?What fisherman returning home at night froman all-day outing to brook or pond has not beengreeted with the question: "What luck?"Our radio record began Sunday night, February1 1, 1923. Up to the date of this writingour parsonage radio creel has to its credit the