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CARROLLTON CHRONICLE
The Black Box of Silence
By Francis Lynde
Illustrations by
O. Irwin Myerj
MHKELSRUHL
A Dinkelsbuhl Parade.
(WNU Berrlre)
(Copyright by William Gerard Chapman.)
CHAPTER I
The Black Box
Tt was between the acts of the play,
^he orchestra of n theater In Carthage,
a college town of the Middle West, was
In full swing, when there sounded a
faint click from what appeared to be
nn overgrown portable camera on the
lap of one of two young men seated
In the right hand proscenium box of
the theater,* and instantly the bowing
of the violins, the ’cellos and the bass,
the fingering of the brass and wood-
wind, the tapping of the padded sticks
on the kettle-drums became merely so
many soundless gestures In a panto-
mime. All was dead silence.
The two young men In the box who
seemed to have precipitated this ex-
traordinary state of affairs were both
about of an age. both Carthage born
and reared, and both graduates of the
local college. But with these basic
particulars the similarities paused
abruptly. Owen Landis, the one with
the queer black box on his knees, was
slenderly built, with a thin, eager face
and dark hair and eyes—the eyes of
a dreamer and enthusiast. His com-
panion, Walter Markham, was the
young-mnn-about-town of a small city;
well-dressed,-well-fed, yet not without
a glimmer of penetrative shrewdness
In his eyes to prove his right to claim
kinship with his hard-headed banker
father.
For an Interval measurable in sec-
onds the soundless pantomime con-
tinued; then, suddenly, and as If there
had been no gap of silence, the various
Instruments burst into full voice. A
wave of hnlf bewilderment swept over
the house, followed quickly by en-
thusiastic applause, the audience evi-
dently taking the pantomimic Inter-
ruption for a skillful bit of stage busi-
ness on the part of the orchestra.
“Wonderful!” Markham exclaimed,
under cover of the resumed music. “As
you said, Owen, it has to bo seen to be
believed. Why didn’t you keep It up
a hit longer?”
Landis shook his head. “I didn’t
dare to let It go on. In two seconds
more there would have been a panic.
I figured that for Just about so long
Schomberg’8 men would go on bowing
and fingering automatically—as they
did. Rut when realization came,
there’d be chaos. I meant to antici-
pate that moment, and I did; couldn’t
let It go over the brink, you know."
“Black magic!” Markham comment-
ed. “Is this what you’ve been working
on all these months that you’ve been
holed up in your laboratory den?”
“You’ve said It."
“Well, now you’ve got It, what’s the
answer? I mean, how does it do it?”
“As I’ve told you, it is simple enough
In principle. By radio we transmit
sound and make It do our bidding. My
problem was to find a circuit which,
Instead of amplifying the received
sounds would itself operate to neutral-
ize them. Once my basic circuit was
developed, all It asked for was a
pretty long series of experiments.”
“Now you’ve found the answer to
your problem, what are you going to
do with It?”
“Come around to my shop with me
after the play and I’ll talk It out with
you,” Landis said, adding “Most In-
ventors and discoverers are short on
practical sense—common sense—and
I’m no exception. Maybe you can
supply what I’m lacking in that re-
spect.”
Two hours later the two young men
were seated In Landis' workshop lab-
oratory. On the walk from the theater
Landis had tried to explain, ns un-
technlcally as he could, the successive
steps taken In the development of his
astonishing invention.
“What you’ve been saying is mostly
Creek to me,” Markham offered. “Just
the same, I can surround the fact4ac-
complished, all right—having had the
practical demonstration. But now the
question arises, what have you got?
Can it be put to any useful use?”
“Possibilities?” Landis queried.
“They are almost unlimited. The
trouble is that they are bad ns well
as good.”
“Shoot,” said the son of small-city
wealth, “I'm listening.”
“The circuit, or whatever you choose
to call It, will operate at a distance—
I don't know Just yet how far—nnd It
will pnss either through or around
obstructions. Turn n switch, nnd you
can sleep in silence as profound as
that of a mountain top, so far as
noises are concerned.”
“Huh! sounds a good hit like Alice
In Wonderland. But what else? If
you stop the racket for yourself, you
stop It for everybody else, as well,
don't you?”
“At short distances, ns tonight In
the theater, yes. Take, for example, a
steam whistle a mile awuy; In the Im-
mediate neighborhood of the whistle
the sound Is normal, or nearly so; a
listener within a radius of, say, a
quarter of a mile would scarcely de-
tect any muting of the blast, though
It Is really muted nt its source. Be-
yond this inner circle the sound dimin-
ishes quite rapidly until at about half
a mile it has vanished completely.”
“In your demonstration tonight you
connected the thing with the theater
lighting circuit. Does that mean that
you are tied to electric power plants
for its use?”-
“Not nt all. An automobile storage
battery will operate the box for a lim-
ited time.”
Markham nodded slowly. Don't you
know, Owen, it all listens a good bit
like a pipe dream.”
“So It does to me. But what Is
worse. I can't got away from rhe feel-
ing that I'm In the fix of the man who
Invented the Frankenstein thing.”
“Meaning—?”
“Meaning the frightful uses to which
this contrivance of mine could he put
In the committing of crime. You might
say there is no end to them. Noise is
the burglar’s chief menace; with this
box of mine coupled to a lighting
socket he could wreck the lower story
of a house or blow the strongest bank
vault in perfect security, so far as
the noise was concerned. So, also,
with the use of firearms. You see what
”ln the Possession of a Criminal
There It Simply No Limit to the
Harm the Thing Might Do.”
I mean. In the possession of a crim-
inal there Is simply no limit to the
harm the thing might do.”
“How many people know about your
invention, Owen?”
“Up to this minute, Just two of us—
you and myself. I haven’t talked
about it to anybody, partly because the
whole thing was experimental and I
didn’t want to have to answer a lot of
curious questions. But now, as I’ve
said, I'm like the man who Invented the
Frankenstein thing In Mrs. Shelley’s
story. When I think of all the harm
It might do In the wrong hands. I feel
as If I ought to tie a stone to the box
and pitch It Into the river.”
There was a thoughtful pause, and
at the end of It, Markham said, “You
are quite sure nobody else knows
about it?”
“I hope I am.”
“Have you any reason to doubt it?”
“Not what you could call a reason;
no. But I have worked here in the lab,
a good many nights, sometimes until
quite late, and there have been mo-
ments when I’ve had a queer feeling
that I wasn’t alone; that somebody
was spying on me. Pure auto-sugges-
tion, I guess.”
Markham nodded. “We’ll let that
part- of It rest and pass on to the ma-
terial things. You want to mnke some
money out of this invention of yours,
don’t you? Or are you too much of an
Inventor to look that far ahead?”
Landis smiled. “I’m not quite so
much of a dreamer as that, Wally. If I
could only be sure the thing wouldn’t
be put to evil uses—”
“You’d like to see some hard cash
results,” Markham finished for him.
“That Is right and proper—and hu-
man.”
“I suppose so; while I was at work
on it I did think that If It should prove
a success It might help me find a place
as a research mnn with one of the big
electric companies.”
“Too modest, as you usually are,”
grunted Markham. “There's a frilly
fortune in that box if it’s properly ex-
ploited. But to make money out of
an invention you have to spend money.
Suppose you let me talk to dad—in
strict confidence, of course.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Sure I would. Why not?”
There was a moment of silent em-
barrassment, and then Landis said,
half apologetically, “Give me a day or
so to think about it, Wally. I want to
see if I can't fight down that feeling
about the criminal possibilities. It’s
fearfully good of you to offer to step
in and I—”
Markham cut the protests short;
“Take as much time as you want, of
course. And never mind the acknowl-
edgments. We’ve been pretty chummy
for a good many years, you and I,
Owen, and it would be a pity if either
of us wouldn’t give the other a hand
when the chance offered.” Then, with
u glance nt his watch. “If It wasn’t
so late I’d stay a hit longer and raw-
hide you about another mntter. But
I guess the other matter will keep.”
“It isn't late for me. What have I
been doing that I ought not to have
done?”
“I was watching you tonight when
Betty Lawson was. on the stage. I
guess you know good and well what
I saw?”
Landis flushed boyishly and looked
down.
“You didn’t see anything more than
you have known for a good while.”
Markham laughed. “Nothing more
than all Carthage has known, for that
matter. But, say, boy—what do you
think a girl Is made of? For a half-
year and better you’ve burled yourself
In this work shack of yours, and If
you’ve thought anything at all about
Betty, you’ve taken It out In thinking.
What social pleasure she’s enjoyed
she’s had to forage for In other direc-
tions—the amateur theatrical move-
ments, for Instance. I’ve chased her
about a little—not nearly so much as
I wanted to—but you’ve simply ignored
her, Owen; you know you have.”
The laggard in love spoke up
quickly.
“You nre not saying It all, Wally—
not speaking for yourself, I mean. Rut
you don’t need to. I’ve known ever
since last year how It Is with you.
You nre in love with Betty yourself.
That Is one reason why I’ve hurled
myself In my job here—to give you
and her a chance to find out where
you both stand. No, don’t mnke any
mistake; It Isn’t any silly knightly
chivalry on my part—just common
decency. If I should marry, I’m not
even sure I could feed nnd clothe a
wife. And when poverty comes in at
the door—”
“Oh, shush! You needn’t quote
proverbs at me. Don’t you suppose l
know that I don’t stand a Chinaman’s
chance with Betty? What I’m beefing
about Is the way you scamp your
chances with her. There’s another
Richmond In the field. Did you know
that?”
Lnndis’ face fell.
“No! You don’t mean that. Wally!”
“I do. indeed; tills new fellow, Can-
by, who Is cutting such a wide swath
with his wonderful development scheme
for Carthage. Going to make It an-
other. Chicago overnight nnd all that.
He is rushing Betty to a finish, and
she seems to like it.”
A gridironing of fine lines appeared
between Landis’ eyes.
“I don’t like Canby, Wally—what
little I’ve seen of him
“Just the same, he Is exactly the
kind of brute to take a girl’s fancy;
good-looking, dashing, mnn-of-the-blg-
ger-world; that sort. Betty Is plenty
sensible, hut at the same time she Is
human. There; I’ve shld my say. and
now I’ll toddle along. What do you
do with this priceless casket of yours
overnight—take It to bed with you?”
“Not quite .that; I keep It here.”
Landis knelt'before a small safe under
the laboratory work bench, opened it.
put the black box Inside and twirled
the combination.
“I see; safe bind, safe find,” said
Markham, with a laugh for a wefck
pun. “Let me know when—or If—
you want me to have a talk with dad
about the financing. So long.”
• ••••••
So much for the night when Betty
Lawson, daughter of the physics pro-
fessor nt the college, starred in their
Little Theater association's produc-
tion. At a comparatively early hour
the following morning, Wally Mark-
ham, getting out his roadster to
drive fo town for a box of congratula-
tory roses to be taken to the success-
ful actress, was called to the tele-
phone. A strained voice that he bare-
ly recognized as Landis’ came to him
over the wire.
“Is that you, Wally? For heaven’s
sake, come around here to the house
as quick ns you can. My safe’s bee*
opened and the black box is gonel”
CHAPTER II
A Blind Lead
Landis was wafting at the driveway
gate when Markham’s roadster came
to a stand, and his thin face seemed
to have grown haggard overnight.
“It wasn’t my Imagination, after all
—that feeling I told you about last
night, the feeling that some one was
spying upon me as I worked,” he said.
And as they entered the small build-
ing, “This is Just as I found it a few
minutes before I ’phoned you.”
Markham stooped to look Into the
safe, the door of which was standing
open.
“It was opened on the combination ?”
he said.
“Of course—it had to be. The thief
knew what was inside and rknew that
he couldn’t dynamite the safe without
taking a long chance of destroying the
thing he was after. I found it Just as
it stands now; the bolts shot, and the
dial standing on the final figure of the
combination.”
“Um; that brings on more talk, right
at the beginning of things. Somebody
know your combination?”
The question seemed to plunge the
Inventor into a deep pit of embarrass-
ment. '
“I can’t say positively, Wally. But—
but the one person who may know the
combination Is ns far above suspicion
as the stars are above the earth.”
“Come clean,” said Markham, with
his good-natured grin. “If I’m going to
help, I’ve got to know the insides—all
of It, haven’t I? Who Is this person
who may know?”
“I’ll tell you. and you’ll see that
there’s nothing to It—that there.can’t
be. One day, a few weeks ago, I
Iwought Betty out here to show her
nn electrical toy I’d been tinkering on.
I was keeping the thing in the safe, ns
I do anything that I don’t want to
leave lying around in sight, and when
1 began to spin the dial- she knelt
beside me, saying she’d always been
curious to know how a combination
lock on a safe worked."
“And you showed her?”
“Of course. I explained how the
tumblers were made nnd put together
so that each time the dial stopped at
the proper figure one of the tumblers
would he left In the ‘open’ position.”
“Was that all you did?”
“Not quite. To Illustrate what I
meant I unscrewed the back plate of
the lock and called off the series of
figures so she could spin the dial and
see for herself how the mechanism
worked. It was only a bit of byplay,
ns you might say, and there Isn't a
shadow of donbt In my mind hut that
Betty forgot the figure before she was
nn hour older. But even If she didn’t,
she Is out of the question; she isn’t the
one who opened this safe Inst night.
You know that ns well nr, I do.”
tTO BE CONTINUED.)
(Prepared by National Geographic Society,
WaHhlngton. D. O—WNU* 8ervlce.
T—*v INKELSBUHL, quaint Bavarian
I town, Is donning holiday at-
1 J tire. This summer it will cele-
brate the three hundredth an-
niversary of the raising of the siege of
King Giistavus Adolphus’ Swedish
army, during the Thirty Years’ war.
Dinkelsbuhl is one of Bavaria’s
medieval gems. Visitors to Bavaria,
however, have heeded the call of its
larger sister communities—Nuremberg,
Gothenburg and Nordlingen—but have
passed Dinkelsbuhl by. Approaching
Dinkelsbuhl from across the lovely val-
ley through which the tiny Wornitz
carries its waters*to the rushing Dan-
ube, the traveler beholds a living fairy-
tale town—a vision from the long-
gone Middle ages. Crossing a bridge
over the broad, Illy-padded moat
which was once the city’s first line of
defense and entering through one of
the tower gates, it would occasion
little surprise to be challenged brusque-
ly by some ancient sentinel in hel-
met and coat of mall. However, once
within the town, the traveler finds a
fascinating picture of serenity.
Th urge for speed has not reached
Dinkelsbuhl; streets still echo to the
clatter and clump of horses and oxen.
People live placidly, farming the fer-
tile fields of the surrounding valley or
conducting the same small enterprises
which engaged the attention of genera-
tions of their forbears. There is no
air of dilapidation about the place.
Everything is incredibly old but ex-
tremely well preserved. Tradition Is
hallowed and kept alive here, and
changes that would alter the medieval
characteristics of the city are not tol-
erated. The council sees to It that
when repairs have to he made on the
houses they are carried out In such a
manner as to preserve the original
form, and no shrieking signs may be
displayed.
The main streets of the city radiate
toward the cardinal points from a cen-
tral plaza and are lined with shops
and with fine old patrician houses.
Time-mellowed buildings, gabled and
timbered, rest cozily against each
other, while occasionally an arch-
itectural giant rears its steep-sided
roof above the others, proclaiming to
all comers Its sturdy old age. Branch-
ing off from the main thoroughfare are
narrow, winding lanes arid side streets
which abound in treasures of medieval
artistry. Exquisite examples of frame
and stucco building, intricate, hand-
forged iron rails and gratings, and
beautiful, secluded courts and gardens
await the explorer of these enchanting
byways.
Old Trades Survive.
Trades that are dying out in other
places still exist In Dinkelsbuhl.
Coopers make barrels by hand in the
open air. Coppersmiths hammer out
pots nnd kettles, baking tins, and other
utensils, for copper In the kitchen is
still held In high esteem in the small
cities and in country districts, and one
of the few surviving pewter molders
still plies his trade here.
Everywhere, hanging over the door-
ways. are wonderfully executed
wrought-iron signs Indicative of the
activities carried on within. One might
infer that at some time in Dinkels
buhl's history the guild of smiths was
a power within the town. At any rate,
the signs lend to the streets over which
they swing a note of peculiar Inter-
est. As in so many South German
| towns, the houses are for the most
part gaily painted. The color combi-
nations are perhaps a bit startling, but
they are always effective.
And flowers vie for color supremacy
with tiie brightly tinted houses. No
nook or cranny where a plant might
grow has been overlooked. Masses of
vines cover the garden walls, while
nearly every house has its window
boxes filled with petunias, geraniums,
and other gay blooms. Wells and
fountains are ringed about with the
same living eolors.
Overshadowing the market place, as
Indeed It overshadows everything else
in the city, is the Church of Saint
George, built during the latter part of
the Fifteenth century, when Dinkels-
buhl was at the height of its influence.
To the 5,001V inhabitants It represents
something more than a place of wor-
ship. It is an expression of all the
civic pride and aspirations of the
sturdy old burghers who directed its
erection. And right well they suc-
ceeded. for Saint George’* is peiliaps
the finest late Gothic church In south-
ern Germany. The design nnd execu-
tion of the structure were placed in
the able hands of the master architect
Nikolaus Eseler von Alzey. At the
same time that he received this com-
mission the city fathers of near-by
Nordlingen engaged him to build their
cathedral. But Nordlingers had just
reason to complain of their bargain,
for they saw little of the great artist.^
His heart was in the work at Dinkels-
buhl. and there he spent most of his
time. Saint George’s was under con-
struction for nearly half a century,
and when the time came to build the
great tower planned for it, funds were
not available. The master's visioi) was
never completely realized, but the
stamp of his greatness abides in the
Interior with its soaring arched
ceiling.
Dinkelsbuhl was founded long be-
fore the Normans conquered England.
More than a thousand years ago a
group of Franconian peasant warriors
had settled on an elevation in the
Wornitz valley. There, when not en-
gaged In fighting for their existence
against raiding Franks or Magyars,
they raised grain. About the year 928,
at the command of Emperor Heinrich
the First, walls were erected around
the tiny settlement, and there came
into being a fortified city destined to
withstand the strifes and intrigues of
a millennium and to play an im-
portant role in the pageant of history
which those ten centuries were to
unfold.
Origin of City’s Name.
There is division of opinion as to
the origin of the city’s name. Some
authorities claim the early Franconian
settlement was on a low hill (buhel)
belonging to a nmn named Dinko oi
Tlnko. Thus DlnkelsbuhL Others as-
sert that the chief crop of the locality
guve the city Its name, and that it
means wheat (Dinkel) hill (Buhel)
However the city came by its name,
it prospered. The location was a fa-
vored one, easy of defense, and on a
much-frequented route from thtf old
Roman empire into Germany. As a
well fortified city, Dinkelsbuhl offered
safety for travelers and became a pop-
ular stopping place for those who
traversed the Roman Road.
From the beginning it belonged to
the Imperial Family, and its govern-
ment passed by gift or grant or sale
to various South German nobles. Tho
famous Frederick Barharossa intended
at one time to give the city as a wed-
ding present to his .son Konrad, Duke
of Itothenburg, but his plans miscar-
ried, and nearly two centuries later,
in 1351, Emperor Karl IV granted It
as an hereditary feudal tenure to the
prince of Oettingen. That same year
the citizens bought the nobleman’s
rights from him in perpetuity and
Dinkelsbuhl began Its career as a
“free city.”
Many of the emperors of the Holy
Roman empire visited Dinkelsbuhl
and whenever one came there was a
ceremonious reception on the market
square, at which the council presented
to the emperor and his entourage
the “customary” gifts. What these
amounted to is shown by a record in
the municipal archives dealing with a
visit of Emperor Maximilian II on
June 12, 1570.
The Dinkelshuhlers have been known
for centuries as “Die Blausieder,” “the
blue cookers.” A favorite method of
serving carp, trout, and certain other
fish In Germany Is “blue cooked”—
that Is. boiled In water to which a
little vinegar has been added. The
process Is called “hlausieden,” and
those who do the “blue boiling” are
“Blausieder.”
In the early Middle ages the author-
ities of Dinkelsbuhl succeeded in
catching a robber and murderer who
had been carrying on his gruesoffle
occupation for a long time. A speclul
session of the council was called on a
hot summer afternoon to decide what
punishment to mete out to him. One
of the councilmen. who was a trifle
deaf, went to sleep during the debate
and dreamed that his cook was about
to prepure a fine curp for him. When
the time came for him to vote on the
question before the council, a fellow
member poked him In the ribs and
asked:
“Hannes, what do you suy we shall
do with our robber?”
Hftunes, rudely awake'ned from his
dream, thought it was his cook asking
about the carp.
“Blnusieden!’’ (Boil him blue), he
answered.
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Commerce First Founded
The earliest American chamber of
commerce was the New York Cham-
ber of Commerce, founded In 1708,
says Pathfinder Magasine. In the
United States chambers of com-
merce are private and have no direct
connections with the national, state
or local government. The United
States Chamber of Commerce la a
super chamber of commerce, that Is,
it is a federation of local chambers
of commerce, boards of trade, na-
tional trade associations and similar
bodies. Its chief functions are to co-
ordinate and express the views of its
member bodies, supply trade informa-
tion and generally to serve the com-
mercial Interests of the nation as
the local units serve their communi-
ties. “The Nation’s Business” is the
official magazine published by the
United States Chamber of Commerce.
Although the national organization
was formed in 1912 at a conference
called in Washington by President
Taft, it is in no sense a government
organization.
Spot Without Rain
There is no need to go so far
afield as Australia and South Amer-
ica to find a r,eally dry place. In
Lorca, on the Mediterranean coast of
Spain, there has been no rain to
speak ef for the past seven years,
and more than 20,000 people have
left for wetter latitudes. Why It
should be so dry in this particular
district is a puzzle which the weath-
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pation was. All responded except
one.
“Pauline,” queried the teacher,
“What work does your father do?”
“Oh,” responded the eight-year-old
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from the United States. Both crops,
however, have increased so rapidly
under the protection of the common-
wealth government that all domestic
requirements will be supplied this
yeur and there will he an exportable
surplus next year.
Age of descretlon is reached usual-
ly when one hasn’t much left to live
for.
Can you personify a pain? Even
the Greek mythology didn’t try to.
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Martin, W. L. The Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, July 22, 1932, newspaper, July 22, 1932; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth728376/m1/2/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Carrollton Public Library.