There were commercial RR business schools as well as mail order outfits where
such devices were used or purchased as well as by the RR's themselves. The
machine had tapes for various speeds of sending so 'student' could learn by
listening and copying once he knew the 'alphabet'. I recall Scott Arden, large
mail order RRiana dealer in Oregon selling off such units from a just closed RR
school (Chicago?) in the mid-70's. When I learned code via US Air Force, the
instructor hand sent at slow speeds and then commercial tapes played at various
Words Per Minutes (WPM) increments from 7 to 10 to 15 and finally up to 32
which was the minimum you needed to pass. Once you could receive, it was
optional to learn to send but few did as was not req'd (this was "70-71).
It's great that was saved at the tower. However I question why the club would
have thrown anything away still left in Newport Tower! I suspect it and Grand
Crossing are the only intact towers from the respective RR's "LaCrosse"
Division.
Gerald
To: CBQ@yahoogroups.com
From: t.m.j@comcast.net
Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2010 21:28:02 +0000
Subject: [CBQ] Re: FW: Morse Code: A Lost Language
This has been a very interesting thread and have enjoyed it. It really hit me
since I had a desire to learn morse when I was a teenager. I never did but I
might have a chance in the near future. To this end, I wanted to let evrybody
know about a very unique find that is very relevant to this subject. A railroad
club that I use to belong to here in Minnesota is responsible for maintaining
and old Joint Milwaukee Road/CB&Q tower that was in Newport Minnesota.
I was up in the tower a while back and found a box that had an interseting
electronic device in it along with several reels of paper tape. After looking
and inspecting it very closely, I found out that it was a morse code
tester/sounder. I sequestered the device away to a safe place since the tower
was being gone through and all of the "trash" was being thrown out. I
definitely did not want this unit being tossed out.
Since I dropped my membership, I sorta lost track of what happened to the unit,
but a couple of months ago, one of our local ham radio groups and railfans held
a ham radio event in the tower. I visited and talked with one of the members
who is also a club member and asked if he had seen the unit. I had let him know
sometime before hand (before I dropped my membership) to keep track of it. He
said he pulled it out and fiddled with it and it would start reading the paper
tape but than stop and damage the tape. He only let one tape get damaged, but I
impressed upon him how important the unit was.
Now, I just need to find a historian that could reburbish the unit and find a
way to copy the paper tapes to new tape so it can be used. I would believe the
morse is in true dispatcher format which would be very cool to hear...........
Tom Johnson
--- In CBQ@yahoogroups.com, "John D. Mitchell, Jr." <cbqrr47@...> wrote:
>
> Even after they started to use telephones for train orders, the oldtime
> operators would say BK (break)Â when the dispatcher got too fast to copy!
>
> --- On Fri, 12/10/10, Dale Reeves <drale99@...> wrote:
>
>
> From: Dale Reeves <drale99@...>
> Subject: Re: [CBQ] FW: Morse Code: A Lost Language
> To: CBQ@yahoogroups.com
> Date: Friday, December 10, 2010, 9:15 PM
>
>
> Â
>
>
>
> My dad, a Q agent/operator, was teaching me to become a helper in '44-'45.
> I got so I could send a little. The Navy interrupted my RR carreer. Later
> I was in Northwood, ND on the GN in the early 60's The mayor was agent
> there. I was in the depot with him, and I started to send on his key. He
> was impressed, as he didn't know how to telegraph. Evidently the GN branch
> up there wasn't using the telegraph then -- probably around 1962 I would
> guess.
> The thing that always amazed me was how fast those old telegraphers could
> send and receive. They abreviated a lot, and they could send over 100 words
> a minute. They could really make those sounders sing! My dad claimed he
> could send as fast on the key as he could on the bug.
> Dale Reeves
>
> Dale Reeves
> Original Message -----
> From: <Jpslhedgpeth@...>
> To: <CBQ@yahoogroups.com>
> Sent: Tuesday, November 16, 2010 2:30 PM
> Subject: Re: [CBQ] FW: Morse Code: A Lost Language
>
> Gerald et al
>
> I seem to remember that 1972 was the last year for telegraph on the Q..but I
> can't point to any particular reference...IIRC the Rock Island quit the
> telegraph in1965.
>
> Coincidentally I've been reading through some of my od RR Magazines and have
> recently read some of Palmer's stuff in the 1941 and 42 issues.
>
> When I was braking on the Q 1956-58 the branch lines in Nebraska were all
> telegraph and the mainlines had both telegraph and telephone communication.
>
> All of the old head agent-operators were telegraphers..Most of those guys
> were 1900-1920 seniority and used mostly the key and sounder.
>
> Some new agents-operators were coming on and most could telegraph a bit but
> didn't like to use the key in preference to the phone.
>
> There was a young telegrapher who worked on the Lincoln-Ravenna line as an
> extra operator...It was said of "Arch".. "The only thing Arch can use the
> key for is to send....FN. ie...."get on the phone"
>
> I've opined in my monthly piece in our local railfans club newsletter that
> the new fad "texting" is nothing more than the old telegrapher's
> "shorthand"..Those guys never used unnecesary words of letters..
>
> In a story by Don Livingston RR October 1941...."Wt dd u sa wd be ur gess on
> tt local"...Translation..."What did you say would, be your guess on that
> local".
>
> Every telegrapher had a sine by which he was known..Harry Bedwell's Eddie
> Sand's was DY... Every station had a two letter telegraph call...these were
> called in Employee timetables through the 1950's and maybe
> later..example..at El Reno, OK on the RI....El Reno freight yard's call was
> FO...the passenger depot was RN...There was an old dispatcher...and many of
> them did likewise still continued to use the telegraph call on the phone...I
> can still hear old Charlie Forbes..who really didn't need the
> telephone...yelling into the phone..."Hello FO" when he wanted El Reno yard.
>
> Pete
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Gerald Edgar <vje68@...>
> To: cbq <cbq@yahoogroups.com>
> Sent: Tue, Nov 16, 2010 11:29 am
> Subject: [CBQ] FW: Morse Code: A Lost Language
>
> We have not discussed use of Morse Code on the Q to my recollection; anyone
> know where on the system was the last use of same? I'm guessing it was
> post-BN as I recall a Trains article identifying an ex-GN or SOO line in No.
> Dakota still using Morse in the "80's. When I hired on C&NW in "78 three
> stations still used Morse; consecutive stops from Marchalltown east on the
> 'main'. These were 3 senior Agt/operators who insisted the Signal gang keep
> their wire operational. When they ret'd, that ended Morse on the
> Northwestern. 9allefgedly there were some rare opccasiopns
>
> I learned a semblance of American Morse as a Scout and intensive knowledge
> of International Morse while in the Air Force; those of you who are old
> Ham's learned some as well.
>
> Any stories out there relating to Morse on the Q? I have a RPPC showing a Q
> work train with one car clearly marked 'Telegraph Dept'. Dates from 1920's.
> I think some old equipment bklts also differentiate between Telegraph Dept
> and Signal Dept. Also Western Union had their own work trains that traveled
> any & all RR's well into the 60's (even later?)
>
> Gerald
> ----------------------------------------------------------
>
> "A LOST LANGUAGE", by LeRoy Palmer. An Article appearing in the June,
> 1940 issue of "Railroad Magazine", pages 89-92.
>
> As months and years drift by, the number of us old-time telegraphers
> in rail service who know the train wire language is dwindling, like the
> "thin blue line" and the "thin gray line" of Civil War veterans.On
> practically all the main-line dispatching circuits the telephone has
> displaced the telegraph. Only the oldest ops can remember the days
> when the average train dispatcher had a "copier", a fast pen operator
> who wrote all orders in the order book as the dispatcher issued them
> and checked as each was repeated.
>
> In this era of telephone dispatching, the work is, of course, done
> much more quickly. Orders are now repeated in one-fourth the time that
> was required for even the "gilt-edge" Morse man, although the time and
> all station names are spelled out, while train and engine numbers are
> repeated on the telephone. The veteran brass pounder has to admit it,
> even though he misses the vanishing language. Formerly I could be busy at my
> desk, or even reading the newspaper, and still hear the train wire with its
> "OS" reports of trains passing over the district, and thus I kept posted on
> everything approaching my station. Now I hear nothing unless I sit with the
> telephone receiver hung over my head. They took some of the romance and
> fascination away from railroading when they installed telephones on the
> train wire.
>
> The twelve-hour night shift men were excellent "spotters". That is, they
> were adept at catching much-needed sleep when opportunity offered and they
> trained themselves to wake for their call. The old Morse dispatchers knew
> that Bill or Joe was "in the hay" when they got no answer on the first call
> and they would slowly repeat "RC RC RC DS" or "ZA ZA ZA DS," or whatever the
> call was, the repeated chatter bringing the Op to life. This was customary
> and was well understood.
>
> One of the first things the op learned was to arouse from deep slumber for
> his call.
>
> I remember the first job I ever worked, night operator for the Milwaukee
> Road at Burlington, Wis., in 1901. I'd been on the job only a few nights
> when. One morning just before daylight, I got mighty sleepy and stretched
> out on the freight desk, with an "Official Guide" making a soft pillow for
> my head, and was soon sleeping soundly. I dreamed I was walking along a
> street, and as I passed a store I heard a telegraph instrument tapping out
> "BU BU BU BY" which was my office call. I thought, "Gosh! I'd better go in
> there and answer that. It's my call!" The next thing I knew, I was tumbling
> off that desk onto my feet as I realized that the Beliot dispatcher was
> hammering out slowly "BU BU BU BU DS."
>
> I dove for the telegraph desk.
>
> I have had this same dream, or one very much like it, many times since on
> similar occasions. Other old-time ops report having had identical
> experience. Seldom would we get deep enough in the hay to fail to recognize
> the familiar sounder call. There's not much excuse for lightening slingers
> to drowse on an eight-hour shift nowadays, but should a man working the late
> night, or third, trick in the heat of Summer, slip off to dreamland between
> trains, the telephone bell is, perhaps, not the equal of the old repeated
> Morse call to arouse him from slumber.
>
> Perhaps you have sat in some wayside depot waiting-room and listened to the
> clatter of the instruments in the telegraph office and wished you could
> understand what was passing over the wire. But missing now from the chorus
> of clicking sounders is the loudest one of all, the sounder of the train
> dispatcher's wire. What you would hear now, if you could read them, would be
> the message wire and the commercial wire, carrying private telegrams. Gone
> is the hottest and fastest of them all, the sounder with the mysterious
> abbreviations and language of its own, which every student aspired to read.
> When a student could read the train wire his education was complete; he was
> a full-fledged op.
>
> In 1900 I was an apprentice at the CMStP&P depot in Elkhorn, Wis. George
> Hayes was the daylight operator there. In addition to his regular duties, he
> had the job of teaching two students, Bill Jones and myself. Both of us were
> green farm hands. I don't know how dumb I was as a ham, but I do remember
> that Mr. Hayes was in despair over Bill. We both did learn, however. I
> became a boomer op, and the last I heard of Bill Jordan he was the chief
> dispatcher for some Western pike.
>
> I was given night work with the night man, a short, fat little Irish fellow
> named Eddie uinane. Eddie was a prince. He used to send to me faithfully an
> hour or so every night when he wasn't too busy, but he was a rotten sender.
> The boys along the line had a hard time reading him. But I got accustomed to
> the funny twists he put on his Morse, and I had no trouble. Later on, when I
> was working along the line on the extra board, if some op had to copy Eddie
> and I was around he'd make me sit in and take Eddie's dots and dashes.
>
> Meanwhile, I put in about six months with Eddie, showing up when he did at
> six p.m. and quitting at one a.m. I was beginning to get discouraged. I
> could read words off the Western Union commercial wire pretty well, but I
> couldn't get used to those "cut" words used by the dispatchers, even though
> I listened faithfully, trying to separate the characters and make sense of
> them.
>
> I'll never forget that winter night when I opened the waiting room door,
> hustled over to the huge coal stove to thaw out, and heard the big
> train-wire sounder in the office rattling away. I listened a moment, when --
> just like that-- I could read the language! Boy, was I tickled! What
> previously had been a jumble of sounds was now clear to me. When Eddie came
> in a few minutes later, I had the joyous news for him that I could read the
> train wire, and he seemed as pleased as I was.
>
> After that, I was more anxious than ever to perfect myself. One day George
> Hayes said to me: "Kid, I'm going to give you a note to W.H. Melchoir, the
> chief train dispatcher at Beliot, and send you over to take your
> examination. Eddie says you have your block rules learned okay and you can
> read the train wire. They need operators and you are good enough to start
> out."
>
> Next day I rode the morning local passenger train to Beliot. Mr. Melchoir
> examined me and sent me to Burlington to work that very night. There was no
> physical or standard rules examination at that time, but you had to know the
> block rules. You had to know how to ask the man east of you for a "47"
> before you let an eastbound train into the block, etc. A "block" was the
> stretch of track between your office and his, and "47" meant "Will hold all
> westbound trains until your train arrives."
>
> Because the Morse train dispatcher had to work fast in order to keep his
> trains moving, there came into use so many abbreviations that if, as you sat
> in the wayside station waiting-room listening to the sounders, you could
> have to read every letter that was passing over the train wire, you still
> would have been unable to know what was going on, unless you understood the
> code. You might have heard the dispatcher and the op converse as follows:
> "Sa wn x w cmg ma hv 9 r tm." snaps the dispatcher. {Say when extra west
> train is coming. I may have orders for them.}
>
> "Art tnk c tr smk no," returns the op. "Es hr ty cm ty in ste nw."
> {All right. I think I see their smoke now. Yes, here they come. They are in
> sight now.}
>
> "U gt nytng r em." asks the DS. {Have you got anything for them?}
>
> "Es abt 15 m wk," replies the operator. {Yes, about 15 minutes work.}
>
> "OK 31 cy 3 r em & let me kw hw mch wk ty gt at DR b4 c clr em ma hv
> to chg tt meet wi 42 No 7s ab 20 m1 I'll hnd hm sm ti on tm at DR."
> {Okay. Make 3 copies on a 31 order for them and let me know how much
> work they've got at Darienbefore you clear them. May have to change that
> meet with number 42. Number 7 is about twenty minutes late. I'll hand him
> some time on them at Darien.}
>
> Hour after hour, with occasional periods of rest, twenty-four hours a day,
> the sounder rattled on, Few words were spelled out in train movement
> conversation, as this language -- the "cut" language of the old Morse train
> wire -- clicked over the line.
>
> All railroad offices with telephone dispatcher's wire equipment have a
> Morse circuit to fall back on in case of trouble on the phone wire. The
> young operators dread this. If they happen to be working with an old Morse
> dispatcher, they are in hot water trying to read his abbreviated
> instructions. To a veteran, however, it's the old familiar code.
>
> Morse men admit that the telephone, like the typewriter, makes for greater
> efficiency. It standardizes operations, saves time and work, and diminishes
> the hazards of the iron trail. But we of the old school miss the romance of
> the earlier days of rugged individualism when you reached for a brass key
> instead of a black telephone receiver, and were proud of the bold, rapid,
> flowing strokes with which you wrote your train orders by hand.
>
> And if a tobacco-chewing boomer op were suddenly yanked out of the dim past
> and put to work on a teletype machine, his consternation would be equalled
> only by his profanity. Teletypes are doing their bit to make
> Morse a dead language. So far, you'll find 'em on only a few of the big
> roads. The latest pike to install this system is the Erie, which is now
> using teletype machines for their consist and passing report systems.
>
> As every rail knows the consist of a freight train includes all of its
> car numbers, listed in order, beginning at the head end. For each carload
> are shown contents, tons, destination, route (including other roads, if any
> such are needed to take the car to its destination), and sometimes the name
> of the consignee. Ventilation, refrigeration, or heating instructions are
> shown for perishable freight, and when livestock was last fed and rested.
>
> All this information, in the case of the Erie, is transmitted by teletype to
> the company's general offices at Chicago, Cleveland, and New York, and to
> the district office at Jersey City, NJ, immediately after hotshot freights
> have left the yards. There, centralized tracking bureaus use the information
> to answer quickly all shipper and receiver inquiries about the movement of
> cars -- inquiries that in days gone by were answered with the aid of Morse
> conversation.
>
> A friend on the Erie tells me that when his company adopted teletypes for
> its consist and passing report systems, last March, it converted 845 miles
> of telegraph wire to printer circuits, making a total of 2,320 miles of
> these circuits now in operation on the Erie. Of this total, he says, 2,075
> miles are equipped with duplex apparatus over which messages or consists can
> be sent in both directions at the same time.
>
> Morse experts concede that the telephone, the typewriter and the teletype
> seldom fail and, as I pointed out, do the work more easily and more rapidly.
> Few train dispatchers and ops would go back to the obsolete system if they
> could. But now and then you'll run across a mellow old boomer who sighs for
> the snappy Morse dialogue on the dispatcher's wire that is fast becoming a
> lost language.
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