Radio broadcast .. (1922-30)

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When Cowboys Heard Bedtime Stories 339 scanty summer population, remain out of all touch with the doings of the world. Even the recent death of a President remained for more than a week an unconfirmed rumor. But fortunately for us of the north rim, and for the good reputation of radio, there remained at least one skeptic — Mr. A. W. Marksheffel, of Colorado Springs. Mr. Marksheffel happens to be one of those who not only wants to know the reason for things, but is willing to exert himself greatly in discovering the truth about them. His enthusiasm and persistence in pursuing difficult radio problems have led him to undertake reception in several of the alleged "dead zones" in the mountainous regions around his home in Colorado, and his success there has proved that there are fewer of these unresponsive areas than is generally supposed. With carefully designed apparatus, skillfully operated, he has been able to bring in signals where there had been only failure before. Having earned a reputation as a successful radio trouble shooter, in his own state, Marksheffel accepted an invitation to come to the north rim and see what he could do with the radio situation there, or, rather, according to the local wiseacres, to see what that situation would do to him. It was a long expensive journey by auto, but with the prospect of a contest worth his while, he came. He arrived at Bright Angel Point on the evening of August 27th, the very day on which the Government expedition, descending the river and mapping the Canyon's depths, landed at the mouth of Bright Angel Creek, a mile straight down below the point. The telephone running up from the river had, in one of its more communicative moments, informed us of AT THE RIM OF THE GRAND CANYON Mr. Marksheffel (at left) tuning-in broadcasting signals where none had ever been received before their arrival, and that their radio-receiving set was then operating perfectly at the bottom of the gorge. With this auspicious news in mind we of the north rim watched Marksheffel with keen anticipation while he unboxed his apparatus for the test. The arrival of a new and more promising set had served to bring to the Point that night an odd but interested group of observers. Halfa-dozen cowboys in chaps and sombreros had ridden in from the cow camps above; a couple of cougar hunters parked their rifles against a neighboring tree and joined the onlookers; there were two or three Forest Rangers in their natty, dress-up uniforms; while a few