Radio Boys Loyalty; Or, Bill Brown Listens In

as he was about to leave the platform. Suddenl

but not the words entire. So it is my friend Brown who set me correct on the words an

eclaration. Tony had taken his seat. The president arose and began to talk again,

Bill got up, grabbed Tony's hand and the two got out on the floor,

back several feet. Then he put his hollo

station P D Q! I hope

once and put his hand to

mething! This radio business is some pumpkins; eh, boy? I'd radiophone you a message in Italian, only I

he boys returned

rance of our youthful enthusiasts. We have one other interesting experience for

, cracking sounds something like miniature pistol shots were heard. There was also a droni

harbor. He previously appointed this hour to send such a communication to none other than Sig

ring about uncertainly, others more intelligently looking at the big horn of the receiver on the platform table. The time lengthened. It threatened to gro

eeting to the Marshallton Technical College,-I hope I have the name correctly. I confess my being called on seems rather unusual, but yet I am g

close application, the not too stringent adherence to formul? and old methods are bound to win. Inspiration, vision, the seizing of opportunities to improve, the wish to gain something desired-these are the keynotes t

nce, as everyone in the audience, with attention riveted on the radio receiver,

which is a fitting climax to our wireless celebration. We feel that our students ha