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This BLOG is for the information between and among the members of the Indian Mound Amateur Radio Society. We meet EVERY Monday morning. Please join us. There are no dues, we provide coffee and donuts and you can contribute whatever you can/want to. We are also called "The Old Farts Club" and often talk about everything under the sun, often never mentioning Ham Radio. A lot of our members are pilots, many are veterans, some have no amateur radio license and we are interested in anything and everything. Our Christmas Party is held on the first Monday in December. Everyone brings a covered dish and anything else they care to share. COME AND JOIN US. Contact Jerry Hale KØJH RandyOSailor@hotpop.com or call 386 / 532-6224

Visit to Frank KK4RW

I went to Fish Memorial tonight. I took Frank a notebook computer he could use while confined there, maybe they have a "hot spot" wireless connection to the web? I also brought Frank a copy of the latest World Radio and the book "The Advocates Devil" by Alan Dershowitz.
Fortunately Frank left earlier this afternoon! ;-)

Way to go Frank! Hope you are feeling well and hope we'll see you again soon on the front row at the meetings.

73

Jerry KØJH

The Face on the Barroom Floor

Here is the poem that I keep referring to. It's my favorite. It was made into a very good story/song by Tex Ritter which is where I first heard it. Although I have this on tape and in "The Best Loved Poems of the American People" I actually stole this from:
http://www.robertwservice.com/modules/library/article.php?articleid=1088 /H/


The Face On The Barroom Floor

by Hugh Antoine D'Arcy

'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there
Which well-nigh filled Joe’s barroom on the corner of the square,
And as songs and witty stories came through the open door
A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor.

"Where did it come from?" Someone said. "The wind has blown it in."
"What does it want?" another cried, "Some whisky, rum or gin?"
"Here, Toby, seek him, if your stomach's equal to the work --
I wouldn't touch him with a fork, He's as filthy as a Turk."

This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace;
In fact, he smiled as though he thought he’d struck the proper place.
"Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd --
To be in such good company would make a deacon proud."

"Give me a drink -- that's what I want -- I'm out of funds, you know;
When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow.
What? You laugh as if you thought this pocket never held a sou:
I once was fixed as well, my boys, as anyone of you."

"There, thanks; that's braced me nicely; God bless you one and all;
Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call.
Give you a song? No, I can't do that, my singing days are past;
My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out, and my lungs are going fast.

"Say, Give me another whiskey ,and I'll tell you what I'll do --
I'll tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too.
That I was ever a decent man, not one of you would think;
But, I was some four of five years back. Say, give me another drink.

"Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my frame--
Such little drinks, to a bum like me, are miserably tame;
Five fingers --there, that's the scheme -- and corking whisky, too.
Well, here’s luck, boys; and, landlord, my best regards to you.

"You've treated me pretty kindly, and I'd like to tell you how
I came to be the dirty sot you see before you now.
As I told you, once I was a man, with muscle , frame, and health,
And, but for a blunder, ought to have made considerable wealth.

"I was a painter -- not one that daubed on bricks and wood
But an artist, and, for my age, was rated pretty good.
I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise,
For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes.

"I made a picture, perhaps you've seen, 'tis called the 'Chase of Fame.'
It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name.
And then I met a woman -- now comes the funny part --
With eyes that petrified my brain, and sunk into my heart.

"Why don't you laugh? 'Tis funny that the vagabond you see
Could ever love a woman and expect her love for me;
But 'twas so, and for a month or two her smiles were freely given,
And when her loving lips met mine it carried me to heaven.

"Did you ever see a woman for whom your soul you'd give,
With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live;
With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor, and a wealth of chestnut hair?
If so, 'twas she, for there never was another half so fair.

"I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May,
Of a fair-haired boy, a friend of mine, who lived across the way,
And Madeline admired it, and much to my surprise,
Said that she’d like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes.

"It didn't take long to know him, and before the month had flown
My friend had stolen my darling, and I was left alone;
And, ere a year of misery had passed above my head,
The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished, and was dead.

"That's why I took to drink, boys. Why, I never saw you smile,
I thought you'd be amused, and laughing all the while.
Why, what's the matter, friend? There's a teardrop in your eye,
Come, laugh like me; 'tis only babes and women that should cry.

"Say, boys, if you give me just another whiskey, I'll be glad,
And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad.
Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score --
And you shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor."

Another drink, and with chalk in hand the vagabond began
To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man.
Then, as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,
With a fearful shriek, he leaped and fell across the picture -- dead.

Meeting Notes 2005 11 28

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Hi all,

Perhaps this BLOG will be the answer to the large file problems some have when I attempt to send these notes as an attachment to your eMail. If you want to see the photos I took today check out the links to PHOTO ACCESS (PHOTO WORKS) above.

We had 18 valiant members in attendance today. We had no program scheduled but some say it turned out to be one of our best meetings in recent times.

Bill N4ZZO brought us up to date on the condition of Frank KK4RW. Frank is stable and improving. He is at Fish Memorial Hospital on Saxon Blvd in Orange City Room 237. I can say from experience that you can visit at about any reasonable hour. Frank has a phone in his room but I haven't learned what the number is.
I reported that the Roster & Donut fund balance was $334.66. We took in $10 and change and I spent $2.64 on a half dozen donuts, we didn't need the usual dozen because we had a box of cookies left over from last week.
I received a thank you letter from Catholic Charities and one from the Salvation Army. We gave them each $50 for hurricane Katrina relief about a month ago.
We were happy to see John Weber WB2JIR while missing the Maxwells and the Washingtons.
Hank, N4TJO, gave us a great talk about how one should improvise when an electronics problem crops up. I posted the pictures of Hank giving his talk and pictures of his drawings, take a look.
Jack WD8QYU read a two page letter from the granddaughter of Joe Chaput N9ZGU. She is teaching English in mainland Communist China and wrote a very interesting and entertaining letter relating her life and some of the unusual things she has witnessed in the last big Red Republic.
One of her humorous experiences was when she went to the bakery and asked them if they could make unsweetened bread. They said they could not. She wondered why they could not just skip the step that says "Add sugar!" ;-)

NEXT WEEK IS THE CHRISTMAS PARTY.

Set up tables and chairs (do we have enough since the firehouse went full time? Bring some comfortable lawn chairs and a fold up table if you have them, just in case.

Table covering (I will bring this.)

Coffee (Joey will brew a pot as usual ;-)

Tea, I'll get ice tea, lemonade and water

Napkins (we have them in our supplies, right Joey?)

Cups (we have them) and plastic glasses (I have club's supply)

Jack will bring Barbara who will bring fish chowder ;-)

Everyone bring a covered dish, a little extra to feed the firemen whom we have invited to eat with us, probably 3 people max.)

Bring table service, I'm told there are some for the firemen in firehouse.

If you cannot bring anything please don't let that dissuade you from coming, we always have more than we can eat and we never examine arrivals to see what they are bringing ;-)

Throw extra "stuff" in your car "just in case."

73, 88

Jerry KØJH