QST, №3, Fabruary, 1916. PROGRESS.

QST, №3, Fabruary, 1916, p. 35

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 I 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. B. Chamberlain).