Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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Wireless M ANSFIELD HIGH SCHOOL is running over with students of great promise, among whom is one Chauncey Gates, who owns his own wireless station. The senior class this year has on its roll many who are destined to be¬ come great characters. There are the poets, musicians, scientists and philosophers but only one disciple of wireless telegraphy. His name is Chauncey Gates. Chauncey knows more about batteries, coils and amperes than any other genius in the school, with the exception of the old boy himself, and is the only operator up to date who can translate the raps of the wood pecker into Morse. There has been some talk of establishing a government wireless station in Mansfield and if such is the case Mr. Gates, who has already filed his ap¬ plication will probably be assigned to the important office of operator. Below is an account of the Marconi student ' s activities in his own words. C. V. Gates At the request of Prof. Hall, principal of the High School, I will give a brief outline of my work in the field of Wireless Telegraphy. I had always been interested in the various means for electrical com¬ munication, so after working for some time with wire telegraphy telephony, my hobby changed to the study of wireless. Nearly three years ago I de¬ termined to construct an outfit capable of receiving messages sent out by stations hundreds of miles distant. Knowing nothing but the general principal of the subject at that time, my first efforts brought only disappointment. The first instruments were crude and inefficient, as well as unbalanced and out of tune. Constant work and hard study finally brought out the defects, while better instruments were procured. Then when every part was correctly adjusted, I began to hear from a score of commercial and ship stations. But I could not read them as they were sent at what seemed a terrific rate of speed. “Practice makes per¬ fect, and by lots of practice they at last became intelligible to me. At the present time I can hear and read messages sent out by nearly all the large stations within a radius of eight hundred miles. Cape Hatteras, N. C., and Cape Cod are heard with ease. Mt. Vernon, Columbus, Delaware and Bucyrus amateurs who own large stations often send me as many as three hundred words at a time. On April first I completed a powerful transmitter capable of sending out electro magnetic waves at least three hundred miles. Now I am in a circuit of stations strung all over the state. We talk to each other with perfect ease, and you may be sure that mine is a pleasant occupation for evenings at home. page twenty-three

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munication and love, graceful gestures are performed in curved lines. Why is an ellipse prettier than a circle? It simply is founded on the law that variation of line is essential to beauty of curvature. This is purely progress in beauty under the exact law of symmetry. Physicists say that colors have varied wave-lengths and that they touch and vibrate the rods and cones in the eye at varied velocities according to the color. An artist mixes the tints, places the colors side by side and produces a thing of beauty, unconscious that the waves of these tints merely strike the eye in serial order to produce the impression of associated beauty. The greater Science becomes the larger and closer will be its critical re¬ view of nature but it will not crush natures beauty of form or the spell of spiritual enchantment, nor the charm of the supreme work of nature. Do we feel the same thrill of friendship in a hand-shake, although we know that the nerve-currents go down the arm at the rate of one or two hundred feet per second? Do we breathe different after we know the com¬ pounds of the air. Do the Best You Can V. Dean Just do the best you can each day, And do not grieve, nor sigh, nor fret Because you fail at first. To get Success you must be firm alway. Therefore, be diligent, sincere Throughout the present year. Just do the very best you can, As each day comes along, To keep from doing wrong, Twould be a most successful plan. And when this month of June is gone, YouTl be plum full of joy and song. Just do the best you can and you Will never have regrets, nor will You be ashamed. Your heart should thrill With joy as you your work pursue. Be sure you have no fear or doubt To turn your face about. page twenty-two

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The Poet J. W. Ferree His dreamy soul, transcending, oft obeys A hidden power within its mortal throne. But still he loves to tread untrodden ways Triumphantly alone, yet not alone. Bewitching fancies mould for him much mirth; Entranced, they oft fulfill his fleetest whim, While every blessed product of the earth Offers itself for comradeship to him. He sees a message in the shim’ring star; Some prisoned truth within this solitude Of under-currents of the Things-That-Are, Where doubts and discontent dare ne ' er intrude. He finds much wisdom in the growing tree; It whispers secrets of celestial power. He often is the rival of the bee That deftly woos the tender, fragrant flower. When near the rippling brook he kind beguiles The secret of its smoothly chanted rhyme. Upon his youth, upon his age he smiles Why mop? The soul lives in Immortal Time. So when content he drifts from earth at last. This visitor to mortal dust, it seems As tho he kept a sacred tryst and passed This world ' s soul-phase toother dearer dreams. page twenty-four