THE ORPHANAGE NEWS LETTER.
Radio Station Notes.
On Feb. 'J7 a fin1 broke out in the
operating ottiee of the Naval Radio
Station. It was discovered by Supt.
Ream and Win. Robertson of the Or
phanage, who gave the alarm. Ily
the prompt use of tire extinguishers
and water the blaze was soon put out.
At first it was thought that the cost
ly receiving set and other apparatus
was ruined, and that the station
would be entirely out of commission,
but later investigation proved that
such was not the case, liy evening
Chief Sears and his men had gotten
things in shape again and were run
ning as usual.
It is safe to say that if the tire had
had five minutes more start it would
have been exceedingly doubtful if
any of the buildings could have been
saved; as an east wind was blowing
at the tilin' which would have driven
the tire into the other buildings,
which are all connected.
It might have proved a very de
structive blaze, and it would seem
that after two stations here had been
entirely destroyed by tire, and a third
one barely escapine, the Navy De
partment would learn the wisdom
and eeonomy of putting up eonerete
buildings and making them as nearly
tire-proof as possible: and also of in
stalling engines that would be as
nearly safe as engines can be. Such
does not seem to be their policy how
ever.
This Station has the record of lasing
the only Government Radio Station
this far north the.t has held daily
daytime communication with the
Naval Radio Station at Northead,
Wash. Thedistanee between the two
is 12:17 miles air line. Communica
tion during daylight over this dis
tance is considered very good, • spe
cially by on.* that is rated as a low
power stati.>n.
Tom Kowakubo, the Japanese cook
at the Station, was married to ()lga
Adonga Feb. 7 in tin* Russian Chureh
by Father KashaverotF.
Mrs. Klnier Apple, wife of one of
the radio operators, with her little
son Martin, left on the F.vans the 21
til to make her home for a time with
Mr. Apple’sparentsat Seligman, Mo.
She visit* in Seattle and Kansas City,
Mo. enroute.
(V If. barker, O. S. arrives! from
Man* Island the 27. lie is supposed
to eook for the men of tin* station and
at odd moments learn what he ean of
radiographing, and later take a
course in the Navy Radio School.
We are indebted toQ. M. Dickman,
one of the operators, for the follow
ing verses which fell from his pen
one stormy day not long ago. He
has entitled them.
WOODY ISLAND
A small lump of earth in tile oueim,
A duster of trees on the hill,
Nothing to cause a commotion,
Nothing to break the still.
Volcanic ashes to tread on,
Killing your eyes and your hair.
Nothing b"t that it is spread on,
Still there* is plenty to spare.
Seagulls and crows on the beaches
Picking all day in the sand,
Ravens and magpies with screeches
Take the place of a songster’s band
With absence of hard work and worry
Its not at all hard to believe
That no one is in any hurry,
Or seems at all anxious te leave