Author: Charlie

  • How’s Your Taste In Tubs? (Nov, 1953)

    How’s Your Taste In Tubs?

    This type was popular with the traveling man of the 1850’s. It was shaped to fit body contour, featured rounded back. Curves make for easy pick-up.

    For hot and cold running arias, complete to stage and spotlight, this tub is ideal for bathing baritones who appreciate soap-opera.

    For a thorough laundering, what could be more appropriate than a washtub? The plate-rack proves it accommodates a dish, too.

    With due allowance for preferences in size and shape, few things known to man can equal the comfort-giving qualities and the relaxation afforded by a—bathtub.

    FOR a long time B.B. (Before Bathtubs) rivers were used in summer and nothing at all was used in winter. The luxury of the private bath was virtually unknown and the stock joke about people being washed only three times in their lives—at birth, at marriage and at death—could well apply to nine-tenths of the population.

    The history of bathing shows conclusively that the solitary scrub was something to be assiduously avoided. Cleanliness may have been next to godliness, but godliness very definitely came first—and the deliberate dunk was largely used for ceremonial and religious rites only. Thus, full immersion was considered a proper ordeal for young Englishmen who wished to become Knights of the Bath. And in medieval Germany a young lady was expected to give up washing once she had secured a husband—on the assumption that the sanctity of marriage was purification enough!

    Of course, public bathing was another thing. The Greeks and Romans had elaborate bath-houses and so did many Oriental countries. In Europe, too, they existed in considerable numbers from the twelfth century on, and in fact were a prime form of social expression. Many had galleries for spectators, like seal enclosures at a zoo, with the pool itself featuring coeducational bath- ing. The atmosphere was described by a contemporary observer as “gay and innocent” however, and the men wore trunks of sorts and the women chemises.

    The bathtub proper was developed in fifteenth century France, and was a full-sized piece of furniture. Its dimensions, however, were not enlarged to enable a bather to lie down so much as they were designed to enable a second one to get in. Occupants sat face to face and pictures of the period show a tray between them with a meal on it.

    In America, the first formal bathtub was brought from France by Benjamin Franklin. This was a copper affair, resembling a shoe, with a grate in the “heel” for heating the water. As the son of a soapmaker, Franklin was naturally interested in taking baths. Also, he had picked up the habit, while in France, of receiving callers while sitting in the tub. This custom never took hold in the United States, but bathing did, and the Saturday night bath became a respected custom. Saturday night was chosen because the family’s weekly baking was done on that day and water could be heated while the oven was in use.

    Today’s tub is far from standardized and ranges from the G.I. helmet to the black-and-gold African marble job which costs $50,000, with fittings. What’s yours?


  • LOOK, MA, no hands! (Jan, 1956)

    LOOK, MA, no hands! Kellett Aircraft’s experimental ‘copter uses new gyro stabilizing system.


  • New Racing Cars Do Four Miles a Minute (Jan, 1929)

    New Racing Cars Do Four Miles a Minute

    By RAY F. KUNS

    FOUR hundred feet in the wink of an eyelid—that’s what the modern racing car can do! The story of the development of these 250 mile an hour cars is fascinatingly told here by Mr. Kuns, who knows the racing game as few men do.

    EIGHT MILES an hour, 20 miles an hour, then 30, 40, 50, 75, a hundred —and now 250 miles an hour, or more than four miles a minute! This is the incredible accomplishment of the racing automobile, which was born upwards of 30 years ago and which today has attained a degree of perfection undreamed of by Barney Oldfield, Ralph DePalma, or those other daredevil drivers of the old dirt tracks! Automobile racing is a game which calls for youth—clear-eyed, undaunted youth, eagerly seeking new ways to speed up their pampered mounts of steel. It is worthy of note that most of the leading race car drivers are less than half way through their twenties. Yet it is young men such as these who not only drive their cars at terrific speed over the board tracks, but who sit down with the engineers and devise new attachments, new accessories, new kinks which will give just an added ounce of power to their engines—an added ounce which ofttimes means the difference between success or failure on the race tracks.

    There is, for instance, the case of Frank Lockhart, one of the greatest of them a]l. The greatest loss suffered by the racing fraternity during the 1928 season was his untimely death when he was thrown from his car and killed last spring at Daytona Beach, Florida. The developments which make it possible to drive the tiny 91.5 cubic inch displacement cars at such terrific speeds as 171 miles an hour (which speed Lockhart attained with his little track racer on a dry lake bed in California) were largely the result of Frank Lockhart’s engineering genius.

    Lockhart was the first driver to conceive the idea of cooling the incoming charge of gas so as to force more of the charge into one of the little engine cylinders, which have aluminum pistons about as large as a tailor’s thimble. He developed the air-cooled intake manifold and used it for almost a year before secret of his amazing speed leaked out.

    Lockhart also built his own superchargers, which are used to force the gasoline charge into the cylinders.

    He found that the centrifugal force of the weight of a steel impeller was sufficient to stretch the steel blades an eighth of an inch in length and thus wreck the whole device. He found that duralumin was the only metal which would stand up at the tremendous speeds he demanded of his product; over 40,000 revolutions per minute, which would mean a point on the edge of the impeller would travel at the terrific rate of 17 miles a minute.

    In his tests with the supercharger, Lockhart found that only certain types of ball bearings would stand the strain. He also found that one of the most popular of the six-cylinder automobile engines, did not develop enough power to drive the impeller alone at the rate he desired. Yet by the aid of the supercharger he was able to develop almost 200 horse power from eight cylinders and a displacement of 91.5 cu. in.

    In his Daytona Beach Black Hawk Special Stutz racing car, Lockhart had what was admittedly the fastest car ever built. When laying out this car he built a model, exact in all details of contour, and took it to the Wright Field at Dayton, Ohio, and tested it in the wind tunnels at rates up to an 1 above 200 miles per hour. After a numb:r of tests and changes, he developed the streamlining used in the racer which has an unofficial record of over 225 miles per hour.

    The engine for this Stutz Black Hawk was a combination of the two used in Lock-hart’s regular racing cars. It was a sixteen cylinder job. The two crank shafts were used in one crank case. Each crank had a large gear fitted to its front end, which in turn was fitted to another gear which was on the propeller or drive shaft in the crankcase. This shaft was located at lower center and went back to the clutch shaft.

    The job was ice cooled. The 80 pounds of ice was sufficient for the tests which were run. The entire length of the run was about nine miles. Four miles to gain speed, one mile measured course over which the car was electrically timed by the A. A. A. racing committee, and four miles in which to slow down and turn. Two superchargers were used. The air from the superchargers was cooled before induction into the engine.

    Lockhart claimed that his superchargers would give an effective pressure (above atmospheric pressure) of 27 pounds per inch.

    A youngster without engineering training of the catalogued type, Frank Lockhart developed himself and his loved racing cars to a high degree of efficiency. About a year ago he went with the Stutz factory as an engineer. There with his own equipment and own mechanics he “’set up shop.” His loss is a great one. He gave his best. He contributed more in his short racing career to scientific knowledge of methods of overcoming wind resistance in automobiles and putting power into engines, than most engineers do in a lifetime.

    Daytona Beach, where Lockhart was killed, is the favorite speed track of the world’s best drivers. Malcolm Campbell, an Englishman, came over with his great Bluebird car and set up an average speed of 206 miles an hour. Campbell built his car himself. The Bluebird is a 900 horsepower machine with several novel features which may best be explained by the diagram on page 101.

    Another unusual racing car is the Triplex Special, built by J. M. White as a sporting venture, and driven by Ray Keech. Because it possessed no reversing gear, the Triplex was barred by the A. A. A. from participating in the official races, but the huge 36-cylinder machine set up an unofficial record of 253 miles an hour—better than four miles a minute!

    There is no transmission, no rear springs, no gear shift levers in the Triplex. It is stripped down to the essentials—a power plant on four wheels. The car is direct driven from crankshaft to rear axle. It is powered with three Liberty motors, each having 12 cylinders. It develops 2,500 horsepower—contrast this with the strength of the average railway locomotive, which develops only 800 to 1,000 horsepower! The motors turn over at 3,300 r. p. m. without load, a speed equivalent to 375 miles an hour.

    In his Black Hawk Special, Frank Lockhart attained 235 miles an hour. The Englishman, Colonel Segrave, attained 204 miles an hour last year with his 1,000 horsepower Sunbeam. These speeds, of course, were only maintained for a few miles. In the Indianapolis speedway races the 500 mile jaunt is usually negotiated at an average rate of 100 miles an hour. Racing is a young man’s game, with the emphasis on the young and again on the man. A young fellow may enter it with little in a monetary way if he has the requisites of steady nerve, strong physique, brains in an automotive way and an indomitable spirit of never quitting, and have a fair assurance of success.


  • When Your Girl Friend says “YOU NEED MORE PEP” (Nov, 1953)

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  • HERE’S “VELCRO” (Jan, 1959)

    HERE’S “VELCRO”

    VELCRO may put the zipper out of business. This new fastening material is made of two nylon strips. One contains oodles of microscopic hooks; the other oodles of microscopic loops. Pressed together they form an amazingly strong union, yet peel open easily.


  • Brainy Man Builds Better Brains (Feb, 1960)

    I love that picture on the first page. He really looks like he’s thinking hard. It seems like he was quite the bright guy.

    The obituaries don’t say what he died from. If I had to take a guess, I’d go with the 60 cigarettes a day he smoked.

    Brainy Man Builds Better Brains

    What does it take to be an electronics genius? Here is a profile of a young British candidate.

    THE electronic genius of 27-year-old Gordon Pask hasn’t exactly stood the world on its ear. For example, his first invention, a musical typewriter, was simply too expensive to run. Then came “Musicolor,” a 70-tube, 100-relay brain designed to listen to music and automatically adjust the lighting of a stage or dance hall. A London theatre gave it a try and the critics were unanimous: “The show was a shambles!”

    Undaunted Pask—his hair falling over his ears, his sad blue eyes rimmed with red—set about building an electronic brain so nearly human that it even has neurotic complexes. He has completed his masterpiece and has dubbed it “Eucrates I.”

    Exactly what is Eucrates I? Well, besides its many knobs, relays and vacuum tubes, it is a home- built computer that can remember what it is taught and will try to make humanlike decisions on a practical level. Pask is of the opinion that our complex industrial society requires semi-human machines capable of teaching humans intricacies of other semi-human machines. Eucrates I and a special companion device called “The Teacher,” can be set up to interview a job applicant or to teach skills such as operating radar equipment, typewriting, piloting aircraft, driving cars or playing a musical instrument. By asking a series of questions and outlining situations that may arise, the device, in effect, forces the interviewee or the student to make a decision. If the student makes a wrong decision, signs of electronic emotion— equivalent to bursting into tears—are displayed. The computer-teacher then eases up on the student.

    Pask, whose talents range from painting in oils (a bedroom wall mural), to geology, medicine, psychology, music, logic and writing poetry, first became interested in electronics while studying the rusty, grotesque slag heaps and old machinery scattered around the deserted lead mines of Wales.

    In 1950, Pask teamed with physicist Bobbie McKinnon Wood and set up their own business, Systems Research Ltd., which aims at bringing British and world automation up to the highest possible standards. Pask lives at Number 5, Jordan’s Yard, just behind St. John’s College, Cambridge, England.


  • Tomorrow’s Pens (Jan, 1959)

    Tomorrow’s Pens

    THE pen at left is solar-powered, burning an impression onto the paper with an electric arc. The instrument above is a Voice-Writer, combining a dictaphone with a script-writing pen. Both are dreams of Parker Pen Co. stylists, preparing for tomorrow’s brave new world .


  • Catching Cold for Science (May, 1938)

    Catching Cold for Science

    TO revolutionize present heating and air-conditioning methods, scientists are studying body heat radiation, methods of heat loss and skin sensitivity.

    The photo below shows a human guinea pig, his feet in “ankle boxes,” where drafts of various temperatures, humidity and velocity, are played. Skin temperatures are recorded to determine just how much an individual can “take.”


  • The Shocking Tragedy of Negroes Who Pass As White (Jan, 1960)

    This article manages to be incredibly condescending, naive, and wrong all at the same time.

    The Shocking Tragedy of Negroes Who Pass As White

    by ERNEST WARREN

    Back in the days when recognition was just coming to him, Sammy Davis, Jr., looked like the ideal choice to fill an important serio-dramatic part in a new movie. When the expected bid failed to materialize, a friend tried to console Sammy. “Don’t worry about it, kid,” the friend said, “You know you’re better than the guy they picked.

    “Sure I do,” said Sammy, bitterly ‘”but I also know one thing they didn’t want to tell me: I didn*t get the part because I’m a Negro.”

    Sammy Has No Worries Now Today, due to his success as ‘Sportin’ Life’ in ‘Porgy Aand Bess’, as well as the strict anti-discrimination laws that have been passed and are strongly enforced, Sammy Davis, Jr. has no worry about future parts.

    In Las Vegas sometime back, another Negro proved his mettle when he showed he knew the score as well as Sammy Davis did. He is Harry Belafonte who refused to work in the notoriously Jim Crow town unless he was given accommodations befitting his status as an artist. He won—thereby paving the way for future Negro artists and, in the winning, wiping out a pernicious practise that used to see headliners like Ella Fitzgerald and Nat (King) Cole sleeping out instead of being the invited guests of the hotels they entertained in.

    The list has since become longer. Lena Home, married to bandleader Lenny Hayton walked out on an engagement when she had an argument over accommodations. So, too did Herb Jeffries a light-complexioned artist married to a white girl.

    In the light of such valiant resistance, it seems well-nigh incredible that some five million Negroes have turned their backs on their own race and are passing as white. For almost a quarter of a century, this fantastic lie has been lived by large groups of Negroes with no sign of abatement despite the strong gains that have been made by the champions of anti-segregation.

    In the year 1960 alone more than 60,000 negroes are expected to “disappear”, cross the invisible color line into the world of whites. These are not just dreamed up figures. They are actual facts. Just as it is a fact that no one ever reports a Negro to the Missing Persons Bureau unless they are absolutely sure the missing human isn’t passing.

    Many shocking incidents were brought to light some years back in a sensational book, ‘Black Metropolis’ by St. Clair Drake and Horace R. Cayton. The authors claim that many “white negroes” as passers are called— hold strong positions in the white world as physicians, scientists, and public administrators—despite the fact that many such jobs are also held by Negroes unashamed of their race.

    Others With Passers Well The late Walter White, himself a Negro, and one of the prime movers in the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, once attempted to clarify the problem of passing. He said: “Negroes naturally resent the loss of some of the brilliant minds which would be an asset to them in their grim struggle for survival. But if any Negro believes he will be happier living as a white and thereby escape the barbs and handicaps of prejudices, or if he believes he can use his ability and training to greater advantage on the other side of the racial line, most Negroes wish him well.”

    When it comes to passing, although most Negroes today refuse to condone it, they will not tell on one another. Most seem to understand the reasoning that prompts lighter-hued members of their race wanting to cross over.

    “We know there are stronger anti-discrimination laws than ever before,” they will tell you, “but when a negro has a white skin, he seems to have a compulsion to live the way of the people who have so long opposed him. He doesn’t seem to realize that scientists have proven that the very people who condemn him might not be in a position to do so.”

    Grim Joke to Whole Deal A scientist like those mentioned above is Dr. Caroline Day, of Atlanta University, who wrote in her famous Harvard African Studies: “The grim joke of the whole matter is that for 150 years and more the Negro has been absorbed and his descendants are constantly rubbing elbows with some of the very ones who are discussing them.”

    Even the fact that people, who believe all passers are eventually found out because their children are sure to be black, are merely deluding themselves, hasn’t deterred the practise of passing. Science took the inherited color theory apart a long time ago, with the aid of such eminent savants as Amram Schienfeld, Dr. Ernest A. Hooten and the late Dr. Edward M. East, who theorized thus; “If one of the parents is pure white, the baby cannot he darker than the darker parent. If they both have Negro blood, the baby may be slightly darker than its parents hut the chances are against it.”

    With the legalization of racial intermarriage approved in some 22 states, nobody has been able to upset their theory – though, obviously, chances to do so have been many.

    Yet the “passers” themselves seldom worry about theories. The “permanent passer”, going over the line, never comes back. He prefers to end his days living a big white lie; and women passers who marry bear children and keep their secret for life.

    Only under unusual circumstances, such as the one that befell the wife of a prominent socialite, does a sensational exposure ever occur. This was the Leonard Kip Rhinelander case, which rated lurid headlines when the socialite playboy sought to have his marriage to Alice Jones set aside. Rhinelander claimed his wife was colored and failed to tell him so. In her defense, Alice stripped to the waist and bared her breasts to the jury, thus providing the sensation-seeking New York Graphic with a classic composite-photo of this closed door session for its front page.

    Besides the “permanent passer”, the “segmental passer” stands without guilt or censure. The “segmental passers” lead a dual life; whites by day, Negroes by night. You’ll often find them in jobs where opposition to Negroes is strong but secret-Some are telephone operators, receptionist, typists, clerks in large corporations and in department stores, where, though some Negroes are employed the unspoken policy is “Enough is enough.”

    On Broadway, particularly, the Negro girl has a tough time getting a chorus or showgirl job. There is a story current of a Negro showgirl, allegedly passing as white, who was recognized by a popular Negro singer, but he refused to reveal her secret. He also reportedly wouldn’t talk to the girl, not because of her “passing” but because of her more than passing interest in a white socialite-playboy who met her nightly.

    “Obviously she hasn’t learned yet that mixed marriages are no longer looked on with horror,” a Negro artist told INSIDE STORY, “so she’ll go on living her lie and, in the long run, probably find her heart broken because she feels she can’t reveal her secret to the man should he want to marry her. Life will never be easy for her. She not only sometimes has to listen to blasts against her race, but worry every moment about being exposed.”

    While there’s no way of truly gauging the number of passers operating, some estimate is arrived at by studies of census reports, immigration records, vital statistics and information from other sources. Yet this does not take into account the ‘’segmental passer” or the passer who, in the past, was known as an “occasional” a reference to light-hued Negroes who occasionally went downtown to segregated areas and, as a lark, spent their money on white entertainment.

    Actually, when it comes to “passing”, the shocked might as well face these facts: Passers not only go through life as white, they have children who look (and are) white. Any anthropologist will tell you that if a person has one-sixteenth or less of Negro blood—it is impossible to determine his or her ancestry.

    The same goes for any difference in formation of legs and feet, a myth that should have been blasted long ago. If you should lower a curtain to the hips of light hued Negro girls, some Chinese girls, and some white girls, and show only their legs you wouldn’t be able to tell one color from another. What’s more, the chances are that the Negroes will have better limbs.

    Yet, the practice of passing still continues, much to the chagrin, not necessarily the shame, of the Negro who believes in living as he was born. To such a Negro, there can be only one honest goal: the elimination of the invisible color boundary which for so many years unfairly kept him from his rightful place in the sun. The passer, working in the movies, working as a white actress or a showgirl, or a model or a clerk, or a receptionist doesn’t think of this. He’s thinking of himself. Or herself. And that, to a good many Negroes, is a “shameful secret!


  • Scrambled Line-Up (Aug, 1962)

    Scrambled Line-Up

    By IRA KAMEN

    In the battle for TV ratings crime will be the loser when WUHF broadcasts the line-up THE New York City police are using UHF-television as a weapon in their war against crime. Now, more than ten times the number of detectives can view and study the features and mannerisms of criminals at police line-ups than was previously possible—by watching a TV screen at their local precincts.

    At police headquarters, suspected criminals are posed on the line-up stage (“suspects” shown in photo at top of page are actually detectives) and viewed by a television camera. The video signal is then “scrambled” by an encoder and sent to the top of the Empire State Building, where it is transmitted by New York City’s UHF-TV station, WUHF, on Channel 31. Standard TV receivers equipped with out-boarded decoders permit selected police audiences to view the line-up. (Small photo at right shows both scrambled and decoded picture.) The Police Department believes that this application of UHF-TV will save them considerable man-power and man-hours. In addition, key witnesses will be able to view the line-up without traveling to Police Headquarters.

    The designer of this “video security system,” Teleglobe Cosmotronics Corporation of New York City, assures police that no unscrambling of the picture is possible on home receivers. Without the decoder, the scrambled picture suggests that the set’s vertical and horizontal hold circuits have gone berserk.


  • 16 foods in 1 (Mar, 1922)

    Looks like a bowl of grubs…

    16 foods in 1

    Think what children get in Puffed Wheat every time you serve it. Whole grains made wholly digestible. Every food cell blasted. All the 16 elements in wheat are made available as food.

    That’s whole-grain diet in its ideal form.

    A Prof. Anderson creation That is the object in Puffed Wheat and Puffed Rice—to fit whole grains to completely feed.

    The problem was solved by Prof. A. P. Anderson.

    It is done by shooting the grains from guns. By causing a steam explosion inside every food cell.

    Makes children love whole-grain foods The toasted grain bubbles, nut-like in taste, form real food confections. No other cereal food compares in delights.

    So Puffed Grains are welcome, morning, noon and night. With cream and sugar, with melted butter or in bowls of milk. Their ease of digestion makes them all-hour foods and ideal foods for bedtime.

    Puffed Wheat Puffed Rice The Quaker Oats Company Sole Makers


  • Automatic Cigar Lighter in Ornamental Elephant (Jan, 1932)

    Automatic Cigar Lighter in Ornamental Elephant

    Smokers will find this little elephant both an attractive and useful ornament for their dens. Pick him up and an ingenious switch inside him automatically turns on an electric cigarette lighter in his neck. Put him down and the lighter goes out. Only a few inexpensive parts are needed.

    THIS elephant is a vicious looking creature but he is useful as well as ornamental. Pick him up from the library table and he immediately “lights up” so that you can light your cigarette underneath his chin (if elephants have chins). When he is replaced on the table the “light” goes out automatically.

    The elephant illustrated in the accompanying photos cost twenty-five cents at the department store and is made of plaster with a colored porcelain exterior. It is hollow, so there is plenty of room inside to install the lighting element and automatic electric switch that operates when you pick it up. Of course the plaster figure of a tiger or other beast may be used, and if care is taken to secure a duplicate, one figure may be displayed on each side of the fireplace mantel. As a suggestion, make a hole in the top of the second animal and use him for an ash receiver.

    In making this elephant cigarette lighter, first drill a small hole large enough for the tip of a cigarette in the beast’s neck. To break through the thin porcelain, start the hole with a small drill and finish up with a round file until the aperture is large enough.

    The plaster drills nicely, although undue pressure must not be used or it will crack.

    There is a hole the size of a quarter already made in the elephant’s abdomen in course of manufacture. It is through this hole that the lighter element, the automatic switch and the wiring are introduced.

    Fasten two short wires to a small 110-volt lighter element, which can be a replacement element for manufactured lighters. Solder cannot be used so the wires must be crimped to the element connections with pliers, as is done with a soldering iron element. Using the wires as a holder insert the element through the hole in the figure and work it around so that it is over the opening in the neck. When this is accomplished cement it in place by pouring a little plaster cement around the element case.

    The plaster cement is made with one part water and one part sodium silicate (water glass) with enough plaster of paris to make the mixture about as thick as cream. An eye dropper is handy for placing the cement around the element.

    For the automatic switch secure a one-dram glass vial, a cork and a small ball bearing that just fits the bottle. Run two short wires through the cork and spread the ends out like a broad “Y” as shown in the accompanying drawing. Place a little cotton in the bottom of the vial to serve as a cushion for the ball bearing, then insert the ball and finally the cork. The plug which holds the vial will close up the abdomen hole.

    The drawing shows wiring arrangements. Connection from the elephant to the outlet box is made with silk covered wire. When the elephant is picked up to light a cigarette the bearing falls into the “Y” wires in the vial, closing the contact. The bearing returns to the bottom of the vial when the elephant is replaced on the table.

    In carrying out the idea for providing a twin for the elephant, obtain another figure and use it for an ash tray. You can bore out a large hole in the beast’s back, using the file which you used for making the neck hole. Make the back hole large enough to hold a small tin receptacle, which should be inserted and secured with cement. A little paint of the same color as the beast’s back will smooth up the rough edges if applied carefully. Set this figure beside the other on your desk or mantelpiece.


  • NEW ELASTIC TOPS LESSEN HUGE STOCKING CASUALTIES (May, 1939)

    NEW ELASTIC TOPS LESSEN HUGE STOCKING CASUALTIES

    The sheerer the stocking, the longer a masculine eye will linger on even the least well-turned calf and ankle. Because of this fact, the mortality rate of women’s silk hose is 500,000,000 pairs annually. If women were willing to wear medium-sheer stockings of eight or more threads twisted in one yarn, their stocking problem would he minimized. But most women wear three or four-thread stockings for daytime and two-thread for evening, with little thought to the fact that these cobwebby threads must at times resist a pull of several pounds.

    The greatest strain on a stocking comes at the knee and garter top when the leg is bent. Most runs start when the tops are too taut. To absorb this strain and cut down stocking casualties, some manufacturers are now using two-way stretch elastic fabrics in the tops of their stockings. The photographs on this page illustrate how the new tops work.

    Schoolgirls have this year consolidated their stand against the high upkeep of silk stockings. In many girls’ colleges and high schools, socks over bare legs are now being worn during winter and summer. Silk stockings are strictly for parties and off-campus frolics. College girls are having much fun with their socks. They buy them ankle length, of cashmere or Angora, many of them decorated with embroidered flowers or initials. Although these fancy socks cost $1.26 a pair, the girls consider them a good investment because one pair outwears a dozen sheer stockings.


  • Clown Town, Texas (Jan, 1951)

    Clown Town, Texas

    In the Gainesville circus everybody from housewife to minister gets into the act.

    By Joe Whitley

    THE night nurse gasped as a circus clown burst into the emergency ward wheeling an unconscious man whose white satin tights were stained and rumpled.

    “Just a moment and I’ll get you a doctor,” she said.

    “I am a doctor,” he snapped and started ministering to the patient.

    The clown was Dr. S. M. Yarbrough, a leading Texas physician, and the injured man was Portis Sims, city park director. Both were performers with the Gainesville (Texas) Community Circus, an organization made up of judges, housewives.

    teachers, students and other assorted citizens of Gainesville, a pleasant little town of 12,000 located 70 miles north of Dallas.

    Park director Sims had fallen off a tight-wire during his circus act. But it’s seldom that accidents like this occur.

    The Gainesville circus was started in 1930 to pay off debts of the failing Little Theatre. But it has grown into a community enterprise that is without parallel anywhere else in the world. Each year from April through September it plays towns all over Texas and Oklahoma. Last season it traveled between four and five thousand miles, often outdrawing the largest professional shows. Sixty thousand once attended in Dallas and the 52,000 that turned out for a performance in Ft. Worth comprised the largest crowd ever gathered under a single roof in that city.

    Gainesville is a circus fan’s dream, for not only do they live circus the year around but practically everyone gets in the act. The ringmaster, for example, is Roy Stamps—manager of the ice plant. Alex Murrell, power-plant engineer, presents a dog act and his blonde wife, Gerry, rides bareback over flaming hurdles and works a high-wire act with Vern Brewer, a breeder of fancy ponies.

    The aerial star who spins suspended from the big top by her teeth is Evelyn Kaps, a pretty high school student. Teaming with Dr. Yarbrough in the clown troupe are such unlikely circus types as A. G. Wells, mathematics professor, and the Reverend Johnstone Beech, rector of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church.

    Profits go to buy new equipment and costumes and none of the members, who range from five to 70, are paid for performing. They are, however, amateurs only in the technical sense that they receive no salaries. They present most of the traditional and more difficult circus acts. A leading theatrical publication once reported that their performances compare favorably with those of the best professionals. Most of the feature acts, such as Pat Reagan (a teen-ager who walks upside down in small rings suspended from the top of the tent) have received sizable pro offers. Billy Rose once tried to hire the entire troupe for one of his productions. However, they prefer living at home and keep their performing strictly in the hobby class.

    Nothing can stop the troupers from performing. A few years ago, while playing in Ardmore, Oklahoma, a cyclone destroyed their new big-top and damaged most of the equipment. The following day, however, they replaced everything. Then before the next performance, there was a virtual cloudburst. The tent sagged with the weight of the water and threatened to collapse. But the problem was solved when the ingenious Murrell put pails in place and the clowns punctured the roof. It was a little damp thereafter but the show went on.

    During the years, the Gainesvillians have managed to work out a routine for carrying on normally both city and circus business in such a way that there is a minimum of interference on either side. One of the best examples of this happened a few years ago when the late County Judge Benjamin Franklin Mitchell was a member of the clown troupe.

    The Judge was featured in an act in which he jumped from a burning house into a net held by the clown fire department. One night a clown dropped a corner of the net and the Judge broke three ribs. Justice didn’t suffer, though. For the next three weeks, the judge held court at his bedside at home. He returned to the Circus and to the courtroom the same week.

    The Gainesville Community Circus is now big business—a season’s profits often run into Wall Street figures. The Circus owns eight fireproof tents, performing animals, steam calliopes, a fleet of ornamental wagons for spectacle numbers and parades plus a square block of buildings.

    In fact, in Gainesville it’s practically impossible to get away from the circus. Half the homes in town have circus rigging in the backyards and you often see mother and daughter trying out new trapeze or tight-wire acts together while father and son are teaching the family dog to ride on the back of Junior’s pony.

    Most citizens believe the circus has been the greatest asset Gainesville has ever had. Not only has it made the little city known all over the world but it has welded it into one of the most closely knit towns.

    After all, when clergymen, policemen, city officials, teenagers and other citizens swing together on the flying trapeze there is bound to be mutual understanding of problems.


  • OUR HEARTLESS FRIENDS THE ROBOTS (May, 1963)

    Excellent article and pretty accurate too. I loved that they made the early robots pay dues to the machinists union!

    OUR HEARTLESS FRIENDS THE ROBOTS

    By D. S. HALACY, JR.

    WHEN a clock manufacturer needed production line workers recently for a ticklish assembly job, he ordered them from a firm called U.S.I. Robodyne. The workers weighed a bit over 50 pounds, and the clockmaker didn’t hire them—he bought them outright for about $2500.00. Slavery Involving midgets? No, these workers, each doing a man’s or woman’s job, are robots produced by the Robodyne Division of U. S. industries, Inc., at Silver Springs, Md. These “TransfeRobot 200″ mechanical midgets, while not the first automated devices to displace human workers, are unique in some respects. First, they are not custom made, but are standard “off-the-shelf” items available immediately. Second, they are not one-job workers, but can be programmed to handle many production jobs within the scope of their electronic brains and mechanical fingers. Finally, they pay union dues!

    Perhaps because they operate in a more dramatically human fashion than most automation equipment, TransfeRobots are in the spotlight of attention being given by both management and labor to the technological and economic problems created by progress. In addition to the clockwork assemblers already mentioned, there are many more such small robots building a variety of items —including typewriters and auto parts.

    President John Snyder, Jr., of U.S. Industries, and Al Hayes, President of the International Association of Machinists, head a foundation which is working toward a smooth and painless-as-possible integration of automation into production work in this country. And that’s where the dues come in. Each TransfeRobot (via its employer) pays $25 a year as soon as it goes to work. U.S.I.’s larger equipment pays more, ranging up to a maximum of $1000 a year.

    Critics, perhaps with human workers in mind, have described these machines as robot dolls—”you wind them up and they make money for the boss”—but both sides of the bargaining table realize that human workers must make money, too, or they can’t buy the goods the robots produce.

    TransfeRobot has a big cousin called “Unimate.” Built by Unimation, Inc., of Bethel, Conn., Unimate costs ten times the modest price of the smaller robot. It weighs considerably more—a ton and a half—and it can heft loads of 75 pounds and exert a squeeze of 300 pounds with its steel fingers. Its builders list a hundred jobs that Unimate can do, including loading operations, assembly work, painting, welding, and similar tasks. It also has a brain, and can memorize 200 sequential movements after being “led by hand” through a new job just one time. Such a rapid learning capacity makes it sharper than the average worker, and Unimate is capable of round-the-clock operation without tiring, needs no coffee breaks, and is not distracted by pretty girls.

    When Is a Robot a Robot? Since most of us have a rather vague knowledge of robots acquired by reading science fiction or watching the movies, it will be helpful to define just what is meant by the word. Webster calls a robot a mechanically efficient worker devoid of sensibility. Robots have other names, including “mechanical men” and “automata,” depending on who is doing the name-calling. The more sophisticated term goes well with automation.

    Having defined the robot as a mechanical man of sorts, we realize that there are several narrower classifications possible within that general description. An automatic lathe, for example, is a machine capable of working by itself. So is a wrist watch. Less obvious, perhaps, is the time switch that turns on the furnace in the morning or the photocell system that turns on a light at dusk. Such devices rank fairly low on the robot scale.

    The next step up the ladder is what some call a “proper” robot—a robot device which does not always function in exactly the same way. A more versatile fellow, the proper robot can cope with unpredictable changes in his environment. If we add a thermostat to our furnace control, or a switch to the corner traffic light so that it changes when a car rolls over it, we have a proper robot. The robot pilot in ships and aircraft is a highly developed proper robot.

    There is another type of robot, the “true” robot, whose performance parallels that of an idealized human. The true robot is thus far fictional, but some scientists believe that the existence of man is proof enough that such a machine can be made. Less scientific minds jump to the romantic conclusion that this robot will even be man- or woman-shaped. Developments seem to bear out the former belief, at least, and we may one day be dealing with some very human-like robots; robots that are mobile, that listen and learn, think, show initiative, and act.

    “Mobot,” “RUM” and “Beetle.” TransfeRobot and Unimate are still in the class of robots that simply do their jobs over and over. For factory work, of course, this is the best kind. A cousin of this simple plodding type is a robot that acts more flexibly; not with its own electronic brain but under the guidance of a human being. Impressive mechanical men of this ilk include Hughes Aircraft’s “Mobot” (for mobile robot).

    An extension of the mind and hands of a human operator, such a robot works in high-radiation environments in nuclear plants, handles dangerous liquids, twists heavy iron bars, picks up eggs gently, and does even more ticklish tasks—such as fastening zippers for attractive young ladies, a chore that rattles some humans.

    In 1960 Scripps Institution of Oceanography built “RUM” for the Navy—a Remote Underwater Manipulator which operated at depths of four miles. More recently, Shell Oil Company has used a Hughes Mobot in undersea oil explorations. And robot helicopters have been built, adding wings to the arms and legs of the mechanical man. But the majority of “mobots” developed so far are land-based. One of the newest, and surely the largest, is “Beetle.” Constructed by General Electric for the Air Force, this giant is used around missiles and was designed particularly for those fueled by nuclear devices.

    Deep Into Space. The space age came on the heels of automation, and it is beginning to enlist the services of the robots. Plans to explore the moon include lunar “rovers” that will plod or roll or wiggle, depending on the type of surface they find on that satellite. NASA’s “Surveyor” is typical of such space robots, and it will busily poke around and report its findings to earth.

    Deep space probes have no tin can man sitting at the controls, of course, but they are robot-manned, nonetheless. These robots read instruments, scan the skies for stars and planets and radiation, and act accordingly.

    An interesting idea is that of a human pilot operating a spaceship by remote control using television for his eyes. Already in existence are TV receivers that fit the user like a helmet. The operator simply turns his head when he wants to look about, and the transmitter in the robot craft turns similarly. The sensation is described as being so realistic that the operator feels that he is in the distant craft. This idea of “tele-coupling” a man and machine seems to have an important future.

    Robots That Think. Fascinating as these “mobots” are, other robots are far more intriguing. Operating a machine at the end of a wire, or even by remote control, is no very breath-taking concept despite the technical problems. And the precocious TransfeRobot is just a highly advanced wind-up man. More provocative is the idea of control of robots by the robots themselves.

    Such an idea is not new. When James Watt put the flyball governor on his steam engine, he gave us the feedback principle that is the basis for automatic control. Thermostat-operated furnaces and float-controlled valves are simple examples of machine self-control. More recently, we have seen electronic computers exercising judgment in processing bank records and other paper work. Here, for all its size and unlikely appearance, we have a “proper” robot and perhaps the beginnings of a “true” one.

    For all the pooh-poohing of the electronic brain, there are such devices as “Perceptron” that truly perceive. This electronic robot sees with photoelectric cells, learns to recognize things, and commits them to memory. There is another machine called “Artron” (for artificial neuron) that learns by reward and punishment in a fashion analogous to human learning. Still another robot, called “Cybertron,” solves “alogical” problems —those for which there is no formal answer and which require solution by trial and error. Prodded by a “goof button,” Cybertron handles tasks as varied as the classification of radar signals, and the grading of produce.

    “Madaline” and “Hand.” Late in 1962, scientists at Stanford University demonstrated “Madaline I,” an advanced electronic robot that sees, hears, and feels. “Madaline” stands for Magnetic Adaptive Linear Neuron, and the demonstration included such feminine tasks as balancing a “broom” and taking dictation from the boss. Madaline has a mind of her own, made up of “memistors”— electrochemical resistors similar in function to human neurons. The word “adaptive” is the key to Madaline’s importance, for here is a robot not tied to a rigid program.

    Many nervous watchers of developments have been happy with the fact that the robot brain and muscle have been kept safely separate, but the inevitable is beginning to happen. A young scientist at M.I.T. recently coupled an electronic computer with a mechanical hand-arm of the “mobot” type and created something he called simply “Hand.”

    Thus far Hand is still in its babyhood and playing with blocks. In action, it carefully searches the surface of a table for such items. When it finds them, it picks them up and stacks them. It feels its way around obstacles, and when it finds an empty box, it explores the inside like a youngster delving into a cookie jar. If the box is the right size, Hand will store the blocks inside.

    While Hand is visually blind, there are many robots that are not. Optical readers abound, and now there are machines that hear quite well, too. The Japanese have invented a typewriter that they call the “Sonotype”; it’s the lazy man’s dream–you just talk into it! In the U. S. there are computers like “Shoe-box,” so-called because of its size; unlike a real shoebox, it accepts verbal questions and gives verbal answers. Robots, then, not only think and act, but see, hear, and talk.

    Robot Baby-Sitters? Years back, robots were suggested as companions for children: combination baby-sitters, tutors, confidantes, and all-around good chums. More recently the idea has been extended to the robot as a handy helper around the home. He would answer the phone and take messages, help with the budget and other problems, remind us of our appointments, and so on.

    Only the child’s companion idea has been implemented so far, and this on a far more childish scale than proponents of the notion had in mind. Toy manufacturers have come up with a variety of walking, talking, command-obeying robots that are mighty popular at Christmas time. Shaped in the best science fiction movie tradition, with halting awkward stride and impressively blinking lights, these junior robots have one big flaw in that they cannot defend themselves. The death rate is terrific.

    Robot Animals. When we leave the world of mechanical men for mechanical animals, we find some very impressive robots. Brain expert Dr. W. Grey Walter of England’s Burden Neurological Institute has built a number of electromechanical beasts physically resembling turtles. Dr. Walter prefers names like machina speculatrix, for their apparent ability to speculate.

    Although equipped with only two “brain cells,” the first of these animal robots was capable of several responses to outside stimuli. Using its sight and touch organs, it circled curiously about a room, backing away from obstacles and shunning uneven surfaces. Seeing itself in the mirror, machina speculatrix almost seemed to preen. When it got hungry (because of waning storage batteries), the robot turtle sought out its den to feed on an electrical outlet!

    Walter created a more intelligent machina docilis that could learn, and “CORA,” for Conditioned Reflex Analogue. CORA, like Pavlov’s dog, learned from hearing a whistle and from being kicked. She also exhibited frustration in the face of conflicting orders, a creditable performance for a six-celled brain.

    Fellow Britisher W. Ross Ashby built a homeostatic robot which demonstrated, among other remarkable qualities, that of “ultra-stability.” A conventional aircraft robot pilot is connected to the controls in such a way that displacement of the plane from normal will bring about a proper righting force. If the controls were hooked up backward, however, the robot would blindly fly the plane to disaster. Not so the ultra-stable robot, or homeostat. It will seek a stable position no matter how it is wired, much as man adapts to a radically changing environment.

    An interesting robot animal was built by communications expert Claude Shannon. On a visit to England he blundered his way through a famous hedge maze in about 20 minutes and got to thinking about such a problem in relation to telephone switching circuits, his own province. Shannon labored and brought forth a mouse. This was a very special mouse, however, and it could run a maze in remarkable fashion. The maze consisted of 25 squares with removable partitions that made possible a million different routes. Placed on any square, the robot mouse could find his way to the cheese in about two minutes of trial and error bumping. On the second run it followed an errorless direct route in the fantastic time of 15 seconds! This is a feat far superior to that performed by any real mouse—or man!

    Shannon’s mouse was named “Theseus” for the ancient Greek who successfully negotiated another maze in another time. No robot, Theseus was human enough to require a ball of yarn to find his way through the labyrinth. But the idea of robots is as old or older than Theseus. The Iliad describes golden, three-wheeled mechanisms that served as information carriers for the God Haephaestus, and the Old Testament tells of “golems” who were early-day robots run amuck.

    It is often difficult to tell which came first, fact or fiction, and real mechanical men have almost as long a history as the stories about them. Eli Whitney and his plaintive cry of “Keep your cotton-picking hands off my gin!” were contemporary with the doomed Dr. Frankenstein; and the year the play R. U. R. introduced the word “robot” to the world, the first automatic factory for turning out chassis for cars went into operation in the United States.

    The scratchings of the machines on the wall were so obvious by 1946 that an article in Fortune contained the disquieting news that “the human machine-tender is at best a makeshift.” Two important developments were described as part and parcel of the new kind of factory. One was the electronic computer for monitoring and controlling operations; the other was the robot “hand-arm” to implement these orders.

    Age of the Robot. Robots, then, have not burst full-blown upon the current scene but have a long, seesawing history in which science and fiction have tried to outdo each other. We are, however, entering the important phase of “robotry”—a phase which has had to wait for a number of factors to be right. Among these are economic need, maturing of concepts and technology, and popular acceptance. Where historically the robot has been employed as mechanical bogeyman and stuntman, we are now seeing him gainfully employed.

    Man’s inherent laziness caused him to create the robot; his guilty conscience makes him fear it. However, where once we worried about machines going wild with destructive results, and searched our souls to justify this tampering in the domain of the Almighty, most of the fear today is more realistic. While few advocate stoning the machines and killing their builders, most recognize that this phase of the industrial revolution is not without its painful upsets.

    Granted that we need automation and its computers and robots, and that the alternative is to “give us all pointed sticks and have us go plant rice in the paddies,” the technological unemployment being discussed is no union-inspired bugaboo. Integration is the topic today, and perhaps we should include the integration of the machine into society.

    One ghost should be laid to rest, however: the fear that thinking robots will make our own brains wither away. Years ago many predicted such a fate for our muscles when mechanical transportation became widespread. These doomsayers forgot the old-time cowboy who wouldn’t walk across the street if his horse was within a mile; they couldn’t know that the first four-minute mile, seven-foot high jump, and fifteen-foot pole vault would come long after man would supposedly have atrophied into two hands to grip a steering wheel and a right foot to push the gas pedal. For the same reasons, our brains are not going to shrivel either. Electronic computers have already freed scientists of much drudgery so that they can spend more time on true creativity. Thus, our brains are actually more productive.

    As the number of robots grows, and they even learn to reproduce themselves, the question is no longer whether or not they are going to take over. It is simply how we are going to get along with them now that they are doing it. Assembly line worker TransfeRobot 200 is a case in point. As mentioned earlier, the TransfeRobot’s annual “dues” are being used to finance intelligent studies of the problem in a foundation set up by U. S. Industries, Inc., and the International Association of Machinists. Such studies, we hope, will show that dictionary definitions to the contrary, the robot has a heart after all.


  • PISTOL BILLIARDS (Jun, 1917)

    PISTOL BILLIARDS

    THE NOVEL GROUND PISTOL
    This game device has been invented by George S. Gumaer, of Coronado, California. The barrel of the pistol rests fiat on the ground while the grip is two or three feet above the ground at the end of an upwardly extending inclined handle. The spring-actuated trigger has its lower end pointed to engage in the notched portion of a cylindrical hammer. When this trigger is pulled, the hammer is driven forward by a coil spring.

    AN INTERESTING GAME CONTRIVANCE FOR YOUNGSTERS
    On the left is shown the “pistol” which propels a ball or marble. It is designed to be used in playing the games of marbles, floor billiards, ninepins, and indoor croauet. It makes it possible to play all these games without kneeling or squatting on the ground. This is much more fun for the youngsters and besides it saves stockings.


  • A Simple 2-Cylinder Electric Engine (Jan, 1932)

    A Simple 2-Cylinder Electric Engine

    by Sewell V. Lehman

    The Amateur Electrician Department offers this month plans for building an electric motor of extremely unique design. Powered by two solenoid magnets, it will easily operate small mechanical toys.

    FROM a few odds and ends and a quantity of magnet wire you can construct an interesting little two-cylinder electric engine that resembles a steam engine in its actions. Electrical energy is transformed into mechanical motion by two solenoid magnets acting on iron pistons connected to a suitable crank shaft.

    First, obtain two pieces of copper, brass or aluminum tubing about one and one fourth inches long and one fourth to three eighths inside diameter. Cardboard tubing can be used as specified in the accompanying photo, but metal is more satisfactory. Make a spool by slipping fiber or cardboard washers 1-1/4 inch in diameter over the ends of the tubing, and wrapping a few turns of adhesive tape around the center portion. It is best to glue washers to the tape, as this gives rigidity to the magnet. Then wind each spool with No. 22 cotton covered copper magnet wire, filling the spool space almost completely.

    This will produce a solenoid that will operate from a storage battery or bell transformer.

    The right hand photo on the opposite page shows the quickest and most efficient method of winding these magnets.

    For the pistons cut two pieces of soft iron rod about 1-1/4 in. long and of a diameter that permits them to slide freely inside the magnet cores. Saw a slot in one end of each piston, drill a hole through the sides at right angle to the slot, and insert and rivet the connecting rods. These are flat pieces of metal about one inch long and 1/4 inch wide. The other end of each “rod” is drilled so that it will pass over the shaft as shown in accompanying photos.

    Mount the coils on wood supports as illustrated above, with the inside ends of the cores about two and three-fourths in. apart. Fasten the supporting blocks to a wood base measuring about 3-3/4 x 5-3/4 in. Make the shaft from a length of fairly heavy wire. A No.

    10 copper wire will do, as it is easily handled. Then bend, near the center, a crank with a throw of about 3/16 in.

    Bearings consist of holes drilled in the two flat strips of copper or brass which serve as the uprights. The lower ends of these uprights are bent at right angles so that the shaft is on a line with the magnet centers. Insert the crankshaft, slipping the connecting rods over it until they rest in the kink or crank, and then attach the flywheel. This, can be almost any kind of a wheel, such as the pulley wheel. It should be about 2-1/4 in. in diameter. A convenient way- of fastening it on is to drive a wood plug into the wheel hole, drill a small hole in the plug to receive the shaft, and force the wheel into place. You can flatten the shaft a little to prevent slipping.

    On the opposite end of the shaft mount, with solder, a nut or washer to apt as a spacer, and over this place a lug that projects out one fourth inch or so, as shown in the above photo. The position of this lug is important. When the crank is at its highest point, the lug should project to the right if the engine is to run clockwise, when viewed from the brush end of the shaft. If it is to run the other way, point the lug to the left. The two brushes are merely strips of spring brass, copper, or phosphor bronze mounted on the wood base, and not touching any other metal part. In wiring up the motor connect one wire from each magnet to one of the power wires, and each of the other magnet leads to one of the brushes. The remaining power wire goes to the upright that supports the crankshaft at the brush end; Do not oil the bearing in this upright, as this will tend to cause sparking and faulty contact.

    This engine design can be modified to include any number of cylinders.


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  • We read and write your business language and translate it into savings! (Dec, 1961)

    We read and write your business language and translate it into savings!

    Today, integrated A-M methods transmit vital business information faster, regardless of the “language” or system you use. It may be via Addressograph metal or plastic plates or bar code. It may be “just plain English” reproduced by Multilith’ masters. Or MICR type, punched cards, paper tape, or the impulses of magnetic tape. One example: the strange-looking numbers on the checks you carry were probably imprinted in magnetic ink by Multilith Offset — reducing posting errors, saving hours of clerical time. Another: that Addressograph credit card you use to buy gasoline imprints bar code right on the sales slip. It’s then “read” by an Addressograph electronic scanner at central processing headquarters… feeding accurate data direct to accounting. Costs cut again! A-M equipment also extends the savings of computers and other high speed data processing installations. It helps break the input bottleneck, multiplies output to speed communication — makes such installations really pay off! Talk to your nearby A-M representative about how modern A-M methods can translate your business language into new savings!

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