October, 1943: The Klystron and Rhumbatrons

Article by Opa in the October issue of the Kansas State Engineer

Transcription:

The Klystron

Revolutionizing the field of ultra-high frequency generators

The landing crew of the airport was waiting in suspense. It was night and the heavy fog made visibility practically zero. Only a few minutes and the plane will have to land in spite of the darkness and the fog. The only person on the  airport whose nerves remained calm was the engineer in charge of the blind landing apparatus. 

Finally the sound of the approaching plane was heard. "It is about five hundred yards away." said the engineer after a look at his instruments. Suddenly the lights of the plane could be seen on the runway; it had landed safely and smoothly. "Nice job of landing pilot," said one of the attendants. "Don't compliment me," he replied. "I did not see the ground until I left the plane. All I did was watch my instruments."

The secret behind this mysterious landing lies in the development of a new kind of radio technology, ultra-high frequency.

One of the major problems in employing the advantages of ultra-high frequency has been the generation of ultra-short waves. Early attempts in manufacturing tubes which would generate ultra-high frequencies in usable power have been the magnetron and the doorknob tube. The greatest disadvantage of these tubes has been the fact the the power developed by them was relatively small. The need for a powerful ultra-high frequency tube whose frequency stability is sufficient, has become greater in recent years.

Sigurd Varian, a Pan-American Pilot, became disturbed about the tremendous number of planes being amassed by the dictator countries. He foresaw the terrific destruction enemy bombers could do - especially attacks by night, in fog, or under poor flying conditions. His experience as a pilot taught him that the attacker could locate their target under adverse weather conditions. What bothered him was the defense. His brother Russell, who happened to be a television engineer, and a doctor W.W. Hansen, at the time connected with the Leland Stanford University, aided him in developing a tube which was to bring world wide fame.

The klystron was developed in physics laboratory of Stanford University, and worked the first time it was tried. The name "klystron" is a trademark owned by the Sperry Gyroscope Co. The term is derived from Greek and means "waves breaking on the beach." The reason for this name can be seen from the operation of tube.

Figure 2 gives a schematic representation of two modern klystrons. The cathode, which is larger and planer than ordinary tubes is brought to an emission temperature by the heater. The electrons emitted by the cathode are formed into a narrow circular beam by the grid. Then, they are accelerated toward the metallic structure. Those of the electrons which do not strike the grid pass through the equipotential drift space. The speed of the electrons in their path will be in the other of 20,000 miles per second. From there they proceed toward the grids of the second resonator. Part of the electrons will strike the grids, but the majority will pass on toward the plate or collector. Since a speed of 20,000 miles per second is to be maintained, the plate potential will have to be approximately 3000 volts.

If some alternating voltage exists between the first two grids due to oscillations fed into the first resonator, the electrons which pass into the drift space are velocity-modulated. Electrons of high velocity will pass slower electrons which preceded them in time. The electrons which are now in the grid space will tend to collect in bunches.

For this reason, the first resonator is called the buncher. The distance between the buncher and the second resonator, the catcher, is adjusted such that the electron bunches have become as concentrated as possible. The bunches successively pass through the catcher at a frequency of 3 billion cycles per second, or even more. Through delicate synchronization of bunches and catcher, the bunches are timed to go against an alternating current freely within the catcher. (This synchronization is done by turning a micrometer screw which adjusts the distance between the two grids through which the bunched electrons flow slowly.) The resistance which the electrons are now encountering causes them to lose their energy of motion which will instantly be converted into a high-frequency electrical energy. From there the energy flows to a tiny antenna of just a few centimeters length.

Because of the peculiar rhythmic motion of the resonators, the buncher and catcher are also called rhumbatrons.

One of the major disadvantages of the keystone is that it operates with a very large amount of phase shift. This phase shift, however, is fundamental to the operation of the tube and can therefore not be removed by any ordinary method. It is not objectionable for most purposes, but a number of unusual phenomena result from its presence. The phase shift is caused by a time delay. Electrons take appreciable time with respect to the wave length to travel from the buncher to the catcher. The signal which is suddenly applied to the buncher therefore will be able to affect the catcher only when the electrons controlled by the signal arrive at the catcher.

The klystron was applied first for the purpose which its inventors had in mind, blind landing. Ultra-high frequency beams lend themselves readily to the concentration into a special direction. If the klystron is arranged in the center of a horn-shaped metallic screen, the radio waves leaving the klystron will be reflected by the screen. Naturally they lose intensity after leaving the horn. At any particular distance, the intensity will be greatest on the axis of the radio beam. The blind landing instruments in a plane indicate a path of equal wave intensity. If the pilot is on the axis of the beam, he must drop below the axis to follow a path of greatest intensity. This path is inherently curved and will assume a cigar-like shape, which is very handy for landing purposes.

Varian prophesied the development of what he called "sandwich" landing. In this kind of landing, the plane will proceed on a path long which the signal of two beams are equal.

Naturally the application of the klystron is not limited only to blind landings. The generation of ultra-high frequency radio beams is essential in the modern radio air-craft locating devices, high frequency direction direction finders, and many other phases of aviation. 

An interesting experiment was performed by Dr. Hansen in his laboratory at Stanford University. He put an ordinary 60-watt electric bulb into the path of a radio beam generated by a klystron, and noticed that the bulb would light with extreme brilliance. If a long incandescent bulb is introduced lengthwise, its filament will lighten in spots of regular intervals, while there is darkness between these spots. This gives a picture of a standing wave with better accuracy than any previous attempt yet accomplished. The fact that a bulb can be lighted through the klystron suggests a future use of the klystron of extreme importance and far reaching consequences: here exists a way of transmitting electric power wireless. It may well be that in future years a house can be lighted, a room warned, an iron heated, and a street car run by power picked up from the ....

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My apologies for cutting the article off short- we did not grab that last part on page 28. 

This article tells me a few things: 1) I still don't want to be an engineer. 2) I think engineers need some help with their naming game. "Buncher" and "Catcher" surely could have been more creatively named. Although I do enjoy the rhumbatron name-  I know it's a mathematical term but it made me think of those transformer machine things. 3) Opa did a decent job considering he wasn't able to write about the  radar he wanted to. And he did this for fun? 

So here's to all you engineers out there- I will say that I am ever grateful for you and your desire to make things. I have no interest in the process, but I am fascinated by the outcome. Also- after a cursory glance at the internet search- it seems like the klystron has been used for lots of things. However, we do not have the reality of houses powered by these generators. Wireless power is still a future to hope for. Come on you engineers! Get cracking!

September 26, 1943: The Balkans and Russia

Article by Opa for the Mercury Chronicle Newspaper 

Transcription:

Three Good Reasons For Allied Attack on Balkans

Editor's Note: The second of a series of interpretive articles by Mr. Doeppner, a K-State student of engineering, presented to readers of The Mercury Chronicle for the first time last Sunday. Mr. Doeppner is a war refugee and formerly was with the United Press in Amsterdam.

By Thomas W. Doeppner

All signs on the military horizon point toward the Balkans as the next step in Allied strategy. There seem to be three major reasons for such a move. In the first place, the Balkans are the only part of occupied Europe, outside of Italy and the Russian front, in which the Nazis encounter organized resistance of appreciable strength. The second reason goes back to the last war. At that time, Churchill uttered the opinion that the Allies "are wasting their men in pounding away at Germany's massed forces" in the West. He suggested an extension and improvement of the Balkan front in order to encircle Germany more totally and to cut her off from her southwestern allies. Churchill may be trying this strategy now.

Political Reason

The third and major reason for a Balkan campaign is a political rather than a military one. It is no secret that the Russian successes have increased rather than eliminated the difficulties between the Russians and the Allies, especially England. One of the reasons for England's unwillingness to break with Nazi Germany in the early thirties was the fact that many of her statesmen contended that Russia was a more dangerous potential enemy than Germany. Lord Halifax, at that time, favored a policy of entering into a protective union with Germany against Russia, and it was not until Germany and Russia joined up for a fourth division of Poland, that England's position became clear.

One of the major problems between England and Russia has been the economic control of the Balkans. Russia, all through her history, has attempted to gain entrance into the Mediterranean sphere of influence, either through the Dardanelles, or on the land route through Rumania and Serbia.

At the present time, the Russian advance is gaining in momentum very swiftly, and the Reds are getting very close to Hitler's eastern door. Also, there seems to be a trend in Russian military strategy to advance in a general southwestern direction, i.e. toward the Balkans. It is not at all improbable that England, for her own safety, prefers to have an army of appreciable size fighting close to the Russians, if for no other reason than to avoid any misunderstanding as to who is going to be economic master over the Balkans after the war.

Advantage to U.S.

This strategy would be advantageous for the United States., too. Far from being a threat to present attempts at collaboration with Russia, it will be decisive in post-war politics. Since it seems agreed between Stalin and Churchill that the Balkans are a good road to Berlin, the one who reaches the Balkans first, may reach Berlin first: and whoever controls Berlin, controls central Europe.

The political differences between a Russian control of Europe and an Anglo-American one are still very great: and for that reason, the British and American governments act cleverly in doing their best to be the first ones to take down the Swastika over the Reichstag.

My history teacher my senior year of high school was one of the best history teachers I had. He used a phrase to describe the Balkans (I'm sure he borrowed it but I can't remember the source): "the powder keg of Europe." And more and more I can see how and why this is true. Nothing gets things moving between Europe and Russia and other countries on the European continent like something shaking in the Balkans. That was the first thing I thought of when I started reading this analysis of Opa's. 

I wonder again if Opa's thoughts are sort of par for the course and obvious to the casual war-observer, or if they are particularly astute and insightful. I see them as being pretty spot on, but maybe everyone already knew this? The political analysis of the relationship between Russia and England and the US is very accurate. We know, post Cold War (and sheesh- currently) that the friendship with Russia by the West has always been a fragile one. I think it is interesting to note that England was considering an alliance with Germany against Russia when the alliance of Germany and Russia made the question moot. We know as students of history that the race to Berlin was definitely a thing. The unfortunate and long division of Germany after the war was a direct result of this competition and incongruent governing styles. (To say "style" puts it a little too mildly, but I'm too lazy to find a better word right now.) 

It is a bit of a miracle that Russia and the rest of the Allies were able to work together in the war effort at all, considering they were never really on the same side. But without Russia, I can't imagine that the Allies would have had victory, or at least not as soon. Russia is a very strange entity. They sacrifice far more than they ever get, and they are far stronger than they seem, and yet they keep falling into dictatorship after dictatorship that keeps their potential from flourishing. What would a truly free Russia be able to do? I can't imagine. 

So the war analysis of Opa's is at least for me very insightful, because it rings true for me of the time in 1943, but also sheds light on a lot of what happened after. Even to today. Russia and America in particular have always had a rivalry of sorts, and will work together if and only if it helps themselves. 

Russia has always been a political challenge.

September ??, 1943: And... Scene

Letter from Opa to Grandmother

Transcription:

Today

Hi toots,

This is the last letter I am going to write to you for a while. Reports have come in that the U.S.O. limits membership to those specimens of the female sex who behave themselves above reproach. For this reason, your warning does not scare me a bit.

I certainly took advantage and am taking advantage of this my last week of freedom and liberty. Last Wednesday I had the privilege of watching over the sound sleep of approx. 300 gals. I had some difficulty awakening them after getting through with my talk. Sunday night another bunch of bags will be exposed to my cacophonous disharmonies.

Arsenic and strychnine don't appeal to me as a reasonable facsimile for a veterinarian. The unfortunate consequences of such vile chemicals had been shown to us too extravagantly in that never forgettable theater play of last year. If you remember the recipients of the above solutions, you may gather my unwillingness to indulge in such luxury.

The rotten eggs, stinking tomatoes, drawn bayonets, and sadistic black shirts which I arranged for the ceremonial event of your arrival next Monday, have just passed the dress rehearsal.

This, as you will have noticed by now anyhow, is not a letter, but just an attempt at jumping to undesired convulsions. Please don't pull the trick we pulled the last time you were on the Rocket.

Smootches,

Tom

(over)

P.S. You can tell this isn't written by Tom all together. He dictated it to me. I did my best to write it as he wanted it. You will notice a few mistakes. I told him I should read the letter in which I was answering, but he would not let me. Perhaps it for the best?

P.R.Z.

Private Secretary

of T.W.D., Esq.

September 21, 1943 was a Tuesday. Opa wrote in that letter that there were 138 hours until he saw Grandmother again-  which is 5.75 days. In this letter he marked as "Today" he mentioned his activities on a Wednesday in the past, and refers to Sunday as the future. Grandmother arrives on a Monday. SO- "today" is likely Thursday-Saturday. I am going to take a guess that it is a Friday, or maybe Thursday. That way he can write and she may still get it before she leaves. My guess is that the letter was written on September 24th. Let's go with that. 

I don't know why I felt compelled to nail down the date. 

Opa is literally writing down a stream of consciousness trail for no other reason than to mark the occasion of Grandmother's arrival as being CLOSER. He cannot freaking wait. 

You know what I just realized?! We won't get any letters of that time! So all this build up to a reunion that we will not witness! I may have to make up some scene in my mind to satisfy my need for some closure. 

******************************************************************

Train station, 3:55pm, The Rocket is on time.

Opa is standing on the platform, anxiously waiting for Grandmother, holding a bouquet of daisies wrapped in a blue ribbon. He has taken care to dress nicely, with tan slacks and a crisp pale blue button down shirt (short sleeve?). It is still warm in Kansas in September, and he is starting to sweat a little bit. He is thinking to himself (the narrator is the hot main guy in the old South Pacific movie- go with it). 

"Will Margie still feel the same way about me?" 

"Has absence made the heart grow fonder, or will she see me and realize that she actually DOES want to marry that loser Archie?" 

"I really love that crazy woman."

"I hope she wore that skirt I like."

Cut to the train, make a scan of the scenery, a flat landscape that Grandmother has managed to enjoy looking at. Then pause on the window pane that has framed Grandmother's pondering face. She is thinking to herself (have Judy Garland narrate her voice). 

"It's been a good summer, but I am so glad to be going back to school."

"I can't wait to feel Tom's hug, words have been nice but it'll be wonderful to hold his hand again."

"I hope my guilt about Archie melts away."

"Is there hope for a couple like me and Tom? Will he be able to stay here in the United States? What will happen to us if he has to leave?"

Train rolls up, too fast at first, so that Opa thinks it might just keep going and leave him behind. It slows to a stop, now too slow as he can't hold his fiance until the train has completely stopped and the steps are arranged for the passengers to disembark. Opa resists the urge to pace.

Finally after a few frumpy fellows get off the train, followed by some women of equal disinterest, there she is. 

Opa: "She wore the skirt! She's tinier than I remember! My face feels hot. I hope she likes my flowers. Should I have done roses?"

Grandmother: "There he is! He's taller than I remember! I forgot how handsome he was. Oh, I love daisies, what a happy flower."

Together: "He/She has a beautiful smile."

Grandmother tries to manage her cool and walks slightly faster than usual into Opa's arms spread open for a giant hug. She can't help but smile her biggest smile and melt into his embrace. 

They turn and walk hand and hand from the station.

Opa says out loud "It's about time you got here, been waiting all summer!"

And... scene.

September 21, 1943: Lonely Digger After a Golden Heart

Letter from Opa to Grandmother

Transcription:

September 21, 1943

Listen here, you midwestern chick,

If I would take time to properly answer and repudiate all of those infamous insinuations in your last letter, I would probably still be writing by the time you get back. in that case, I would not have the strength to give you the beating you deserve. For that reason, and for that reason only, I shall limit myself to some of the more important ones. In the first place, I did not apply for membership in the L.H.&G.D.C.Inc. I am neither a gold digger nor a lonely heart nor do I want to be either one; I am, in the contrary, a member of the opposition, i.e. I am a "Lonely Digger after a Golden Heart." I hope you get the difference. My pedigree dates not only back to Moses, but it goes deeper than that, it goes back to Moses' daddy, whoever that was. I am not member of the demopublican party, since I am a strongly convinced Repucrat. I receive six quarts of the milk of human kindness in the required amount of time, but I shall never become a member of a club which permits its members to drink cokes. As to inspectors......(oh boy!!)...

I am glad there is a member in your office who would be more interested in the representative we send to the library; that this person is interested in no less than the librarian, however, worries me, especially since said creature is married. (and has two brats, one 13, the other one 6) By the way, I did talk to the librarian about it today; chances are poor, though, since they prefer to take underclassmen, whom they can keep for a longer period of time. It will depend mainly on whether they have any choice in the matter.

Two weeks ago, I lost a filling in one of my teeth, and now that tooth starts telling me about it. Don't you happen to know a dentist who (a) don't charge nothin', (b) ain't too bad, and (c) don't hoit? If you do, tell him he's got a customer.

Johnny, that boy from Germany I wrote you about, is just here and gives you his regards. He is trying to have me join his business, i.e. making Kodak finishes and printing for drugstores etc. Think I should? it would be on a 50/50 basis, but would take plenty of my oh, so precious time. I guess I wait and see how much money I shall make otherwise.

Well, 138 more hours!

More love,

Tom.

I feel like I'm watching the slow, steady Americanization of Opa. He gets sillier by the day. It's endearing, but I know the serious side of him is still in there. I'm grateful he got this escape, to feel the joy of love and flirtation. 

And now I get to comment on something totally random but - who WAS Moses' father?? Opa is riding on the happy cloud of Grandmother's soon arrival back to school, when he will finally get to see her again after some hard conversations over letters, and after watching from a distance whether her ex-fiance will win her back or not. He's ready to have her back home! 

Opa needs a dentist, and his description of the requirements he had for a dentist made me laugh out loud, specifically because of the last line. "don't hoit?" First, the translation: don't hurt. Second - the main reason why it made me laugh out loud is because I suddenly heard my Dad saying hurt that way- and I couldn't give you one specific example of when he said it, but as soon as I read that line by Opa, I had a distinct vision of my dad smirking and saying "it don't hoit!" It's fun and weird to find your own Dad lurking in the words of his father years before he was born.

Opa is still trying to figure out how to make an extra buck, and it's hilarious how many enterprising endeavors he is considering. I hope he gets a steady job (what ever happened to the physics department?) and doesn't have to nickel and dime his way, but he seems willing to do whatever it takes. 

Opa's only counting the hours for his lovely lady to come home. 138 more hours till she returns. He really is a "lonely digger after a golden heart."

September 19, 1943: Fun Facts

Article by Opa for Mercury Chronicle

Transcription:

Refugee Writer For Mercury Interprets Italian Situation

Editor's Note

The following article is the first of a series to be written for this paper by Thomas W. Doeppner, formerly of the United Press Amsterdam, Holland, office, and now a senior in electrical engineering at Kansas State College. The writer was born in Germany and lived there until 1938, when he escaped from a German concentration camp and went to Holland. In November, 1939, he came to this country, entering McPherson College on a scholarship. In September 1941 he enrolled at Kansas State.

Because of his training and experience in Europe, Mr. Doeppner writes with a knowledge not ordinarily possessed by American writers, and it is believed that his column will prove of real interest and benefit to the readers of this paper.

By Thomas W. Doeppner

Observing the difficulties which the Allied armies had in the battle of Salerno, one starts wondering why Italy has been taken as a first step on the road to Berlin. Dominated by high mountains and in every respect rough terrain, Italy forms an almost perfect defense.

Should Clark and Montgomery succeed in occupying the entire southern and central part of Italy, the northern part, which culminates in the natural barrier of the Alps, will form a series of Mt. Etna nests which are as unpregnable as any modern fortress. The only two possible paths which the Allies could take to cross the Alps fro Italy, are the Simplon Pass to Switzerland and the Brenner Pass. The chances that the Allies would violate the neutrality of Switzerland are ?? (minuscule), therefore the Brenner Pass seems to be the only way left. This pass, an ancient cause for arguments between Italy and Germany, is a rather narrow valley which can be defended as easily from the mountains surrounding it as the Strait of Gibraltar from the Rock.

Since the penetration of the Allies appears to be such a terrific job, it seems probable that the Allies used the invasion of Italy for a different reason. Until then, the Allies had not succeeded in diverting any great number of German troops from other Western fronts. Could it be that the Allies are waiting with their major offensive against the Festung Europa until they have forced the Nazis to ease up on other coastal defense lines in order to strengthen Nazi forces in Italy?

If this should be the case, the entire Italian campaign appears in a different light. It would no longer be of primary importance whether the Allies advance 20 or 200 miles in a week or whether they are forced to consolidate their present position: significant could be the number of Nazi troops which the Allies engage in battle and thereby divert from the potential invasion ?bridgeheads along the Western coast.

Apparently this new strategy has been decided upon only very recently and involved complete changes in the original schedule of invasion. This is apparent from Roosevelt's statement in his message to Congress last Friday, saying that the plans for an invasion of Europe were worked out during the conferences at Quebec. The plans for the invasion of Italy must have been laid before that time. Also, it seems improbable that Italy has been invaded without the existence of a follow-up plan for future actions. If, therefore, future actions have been decided upon again at Quebec, the original plans must have been upset for some reason or other.

The sudden collapse of Italy might have been one reason for this; the Italian armistice, however, did not have any effect on the speed of the Italian invasion since the Germans seem to be putting up a rather effective struggle. The only visible effect Italy's surrender has is the fact that German troops now have to defend Italy, while the Italian Army is out of the picture. These German troops, taken away from some Balkan country, perhaps, may have changed the location of the "vulnerable points" to which Roosevelt referred.

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There are seven families of frogs and toads in the United States

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Ninety-nine per cent of the body's calcium is in the bony structure.

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The Indians once believed the consumption of salt hastened death.

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An amphibian landing tractor costs $18,000.

This is a fascinating article, but I think even more fascinating is Opa's introduction by the Editor. The Editor presents Opa in such a way that you assume he worked as a journalist for the United Press in Holland. I really don't know for sure if he did. I think he worked for his father's company in Holland, but this introduction makes it sound much more official. I'll have to double check on that.

Once again we hear the tale of the concentration camp. Did Opa tell it again, or had the editor heard of it from previous sources and included it? We discussed earlier in the blog about the accuracy of this story, and where it came from. Long story short- I don't have hard evidence that Opa was ever in a concentration camp. 

The rest is tried and true information, and then we get into Opa's column.

Opa uses his knowledge of the geography of Italy and Germany to educate his readers, and provide smart commentary on the reason why the Allied forces are moving the way they are. Thanks to Opa, those unfamiliar with the territory now know that it wasn't the most logical choice to get to Germany via Italy. Opa guesses that the strategy was quickly developed to take advantages of some weakness in the Italian front to draw Nazi manpower from some stronger fronts. 

Italy had sort of gone belly up by this point, and now the Nazis had to defend their ground in Italy alone as occupiers rather than allies with shared military resources. Now they can't rely on Italy to hold the line. There is chaos and confusion, and that is perfect for the Allies. If the Allies can gain a foothold in Italy, then Hitler will have to send at least enough protection to hold them back. Like Opa said:

It would no longer be of primary importance whether the Allies advance 20 or 200 miles in a week or whether they are forced to consolidate their present position: significant could be the number of Nazi troops which the Allies engage in battle and thereby divert from the potential invasion ... along the Western coast. 

We as people in the future know that one large invasion on the western front does happen, in June of 1944. I would assume invasions tend to be planned for when the weather is clear, (and to give Hitler enough time to spread his resources thin) so early June makes sense. I would bet money Opa thought/hoped it would happen sooner. 

Back to September of 1943. Opa analyzes the war tactics, and if I were reading his article, I would feel confident and hopeful after his analysis. Especially knowing that a man from Berlin wrote it, with personal knowledge of the area. Opa assumes throughout his analysis that the process and invasion is all well-thought out and careful calculation. That must be nice to have that kind of confidence.

Perhaps my favorite part of this whole thing is the random fun facts at the bottom of the article. My guess is that there was an allotted space for each article, and if one was a little on the short side, these facts acted as great fillers. So now we know about the seven families of frogs and toads in the United States. I tried to fact check that, but it's kinda hard. The information was given in number of species and then I found out over 180 species had died off since 1980. The last fact I thought was about frogs, but then I realized and amphibian landing tractor is a military vehicle/boat for water invasions. I'm sure the paper advertised war bonds.

This article: introduction, essay, and tidbits at the end; is full of fun facts. 

September 19, 1943: Come Marging Home

Letter from Opa to Grandmother

Transcription:

September 19, 1943

Hi, Mickey Mouse, darling,

For once I agree with you; I don't like this new schedule any better than you do, for because of it I did not hear from you this week end. If I don't get a letter to-morrow, though, I shall bathe in dreams of suicide. (No flowers; I'm gonna be boined)

How do you like our new stationery? I think it smells, but I don't tell Teeter about that, because he likes it.

If there is a chair in the neighborhood, better sit on it and hold on to it, for what I'm gonna tell you now is going to lay you down flat. Got that chair? All right, here goes:.... I worked today. And I worked yesterday afternoon. And said work was on a farm; yeah, I snapped corn for 65 cents an hour. Dr. Evans, you probably don't know him, but he is a doctor anyhow, wanted somebody on his farm, and I went. I don't think he was very satisfied with my work, since I went terribly slow, he did not say anything about it though; good sport.

Well, I went to the editor of the Mercury and Chronicle and told him what I wanted. We then argued about  Roosevelt for nearly two hours, he con, I pro. When the argument became really interesting, stopped and said: "If I am going to hire you, you are the first democrat who ever sat in our office." Well, he hired me for exactly what I wanted: a weekly column on news interpretation. The pay is shamefully poor for that kind of work, but it is a good start and I shall ask for more after a month or two. He gave me a pretty fair place on top of the news-feature page, but he probably will move me around. By the way, the editor (or rather manager and owner) is a certain Mr. Seaton, brother to our Dean. A nice chap, intelligent and alert, but very conservative for a newspaper man. I like him, though, and I think I will like to work there. He said he may assign me some beats every once in a while for 2 cents a word. That's almost the minimum pay you get for that in ordinary papers...

My article on "Radar" has not been released. The Chief Signal Officer wrote us that he is awfully sorry not to be able to give us permission to print the article "because of the restricted military information which it contains." How I should be in a position to know any restricted information is more than I can figure out. The article was purely non-technical and nothing but a consume of magazine articles. Well, I guess we can't print it, so I shall have to write another one.

It won't be long now till Margie comes marging home, and I know someone who will be awfully glad!

Enough is enough of the best of the stuff.

Luff,

Tom.

I think it's as little funny that Opa makes such a big deal about his farm work- (and the fact that he worked at all)- from all the letters it sounds like he does a lot of work and has experience doing farm work. Not sure why Grandmother needed a chair for that news, but he seems happy to have found work. Looks like his idleness got to him! 

His description of his encounter with the editor of the newspaper is fabulous. Yet I can't help but get a "Mad Men" vibe about it with the boys kickin' it back, talking politics and giving out jobs. I also wonder how much of this story was a theatrical telling of a more boring reality. Who knows. Opa did get a writing gig, which makes me wonder if he thought he might end up following in his father's footsteps in journalism, with all the blockades to his engineering career. You'll be happy to know that we found those Mercury Chronicle articles and will be posting them here! 

Alas Opa's radar article couldn't be published, and while I'm selfishly glad that I don't have to transcribe it now, I know there are some readers who may have been looking forward to it.

Opa just really can't wait for "Margie to come come marging home" and I think it's adorable.

September 18, 1943: Green Card Marriage

Letter from INS to Opa

Transcription:

Mr. Thomas W. Doeppner

1011 Moro Street

Manhattan, Kansas

My dear Mr. Doeppner:

Reference is made to your letter of July 1, 1943 wherein you advise that you are considering marriage to an American girl and request information concerning your status and the status of your future wife.

Your marriage to an American citizen would in no way change your present immigration status and you would be expected to maintain that status until such a time as you may be able to effect departure from the United States and reenter in possession of the appropriate immigration visa for permanent residence. Your marriage would in no way affect the citizenship of your wife. Any children born of the union would be United States citizens. In the event children are born of the union outside of the United States it would be advisable to register their births at a United States consulate and to obtain information as to the necessary steps to take to enable the children to retain United States citizenship after reaching the age of sixteen.

Sincerely yours,

Earl G. Harrison, Commissioner

By

A.C. Devaney, Acting Assistant Commissioner

OK! Now we get the full answer. Opa likely already got this information from his visit to Kansas City, but now we get the full-version of the details. Opa's status in the US would be unchanged with his marriage to my Grandmother. Not that I ever doubted that their union was a legitimate one, but for some reason this information makes me feel glad. I feel glad because Grandmother had this information before they got married. I don't know that she ever doubted Opa's love or commitment- but if she did, here was one less obstacle. Also for her family, I imagine this information cleared up one thing for them.

This also makes me wonder- we hear a lot about "green card" marriages, but it sounds like it isn't as simple as marrying someone and becoming a citizen. I don't know how vast the whole green-card marriage practice is, but I wonder if it isn't as easy as we think. I mean, I think the one thing I have learned through all this is that immigration is anything but easy!

September 15, 1943: Bored Opa

Letter from Opa to Grandmother

Transcription:

T. Doeppner :: W. Sheffer

Translators

German/French/English/Dutch

North Ash Street            McPherson, Kansas

September 15, 1943

Miss Marjorie A. Sloan

Selden, Kansas

U.S.A.

My dear Miss Sloan:

We find ourselves in possession of your letter of September 14, 1943. Please accept our thanks for the contents of said object.

In section 1, paragraph 2, of the above mentioned letter, you were kind enough to let us know about the changes which have occurred in the official schedule of the Union Pacific, as well as the Rock Island, Railway Lines. It is our candid and unalterable opinion that said changes have been introduced for the only purpose of causing inconveniences to an oppressed and terrorized minority, viz. the population of Selden, Ks., in general, and the academically trained part of said population in particular. Unfortunately, this office is in no position to declare war on the before mentioned Railway Lines as yet; if, however, your party will succeed in entering an alliance with other powers such the combined allied strength will exceed the strength of the combined Railway Lines by at least 37.8% of the former one, the case will be taken into reconsideration. In that event, please fill out application blank no. 457-A-37-89.

It has come to our attention that the famous Movie Star "Mickey Mouse" is going to debark at the piers of Manhattan on the 27th day of this month. We shall be grateful if you will have your Services find out the exact time of this debarkation and notify our office promptly. It will be our task to take care of the usual welcome ceremonies, as providing the bands, fanfare, skunks and rotten eggs which such arrivals necessitate. Any suggestions from your part will be greatly appreciated. In your correspondence with this famous movie star, you may care to mention the fact that the date of arrival may be hastened without that this would cause any difficulties on our part. Under no circumstances, however, will a later date be accepted.

We acknowledge receipt of your remarks concerning the way cities might affect the moral, ethical, and spiritual qualifications of an individual. One of the members of this committee believed to be able to find a trace of sarcasm in these remarks. In order to satisfy any suspicions on your part, we are happy to be able to inform you that the individual referred to in your letter was able to restrict himself to such a degree as to be able to stay within the limits which he himself had set for himself before he himself proceeded on the trip. These limits formed a very reasonable capacity. Even though the official report has not been published yet, usually reliable sources report that the limits which were not to be exceeded were 8 gallons of whiskey, 23.9 gallons of beer, and 84.7 gallons of wine per minute. As we said before, we are very proud to be in a position to say that the individual referred to stayed within the limits each minute of the day.

This north-east room of the first floor of the Zimmerman mansion on 1011 Moro Street, Manhattan, Kansas, has been occupied by a new roomer. This new roomer, according to visual examination by experts, appears to be a lady of female sex. Her official name is hereto unknown; the business in which she is engaged at the present is the pursuing of studying to be an aircraft inspector. This above all degraded her to the wearing of a pair of flexible tubes, commonly designated as "slacks." It is needless to say that these slacks lower the sales-value of said specimen by approx. 30%. Unfortunately the face value, or at least the face, of the specimen is detrimental to any interest in further investigations. It might be argued, though, that the lack of better specimens at the present time would justify the use of the prevailing one; this, however, is a question for debate which has not been decided as yet.

It is our understanding that your party bears in mind to consider playing with the idea of possibly thinking about maybe accepting a job to help pass the time during the coming academic year. If this should be the case, and, if your party is not too condemned particular about the nature of this job, this office may be in a position to send a representative to the assistant of the second assistant to the assistant of the assistant librarian. This representative, then, might be able to reserve a seat in the waiting list of the candidates for a position. It will be appreciated if answer to this will arrive at this office within the near future.

Very respectfully yours,

Thomas W. Doeppner.

Thomas w. Doeppner, Esq.

Asst. to the Chief Spy.

Oh Opa. He kept his character throughout the entire letter, God bless him. I'm going to be honest- I was bored out of my mind with this shtick. It's cute, but I don't know if it's two pages cute.

The translation: Grandmother is due to arrive sooner rather than later, although Opa wishes sooner. A new girl moved in on the street and Opa doesn't think she's attractive. Grandmother made fun of Opa's affinity for big cities and perhaps teased that they were a bad influence. He responded with similar sarcasm. Grandmother is thinking about getting a job and Opa might be able to get her a gig with the library.

I think Opa is bored, wants Grandmother to just get there already and is giddy about it. So he wrote a long letter with too many words. He definitely didn't think I'd be scrutinizing it a lifetime later, so I won't give him too hard a time.