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Most stations in Alberta broadcast two hours or so in the evening,
and on a power of only 100 watts. There was so little
electrification in the province that 100 watts carried like 50,000
later on. Archie turned to CFCN,
hoping to hear the string orchestra play from the dining room of the
Palliser Hotel, but when the tubes warmed up the speaker poured out
a hard buzz, livened by whoops and bleeps - sklee-EEEEEE-wup-WOW!
Wheeeee-oh-HURP! The night was full of electrical disturbances,
unusual for winter, jamming radio signals with static. However,
Archie left the radio on. The static struck Gordon as vastly amusing
and he laughed heartily at each bloop and wheep.
When Gordon eventually grew tired of this
entertainment Archie turned his attention to food. Apple was
actually his second choice in the pie department. Rhubarb was the
favorite, and he and Nelly grew it in their garden, but rhubarb pie
was on the menu only in season. Apples could be dried and cooked
year round, but the technology of deep freezing was many years off.
How Archie would have loved a rhubarb pie on this night, even though
the deep freeze, if invented, would have given Mr. Wheatley's power
plant a breakdown.
But he celebrated his good fortune in having apple pie with an
extra-large serving. And then, having packed away a second helping
"for the road," and having paid all suitable compliments to the chef
and having entertained Gordon to the point of drowsiness, he went to
the exchange to spend the evening looking for trouble.
"Well, here comes the man of the hour," they said. They all said it.
Mrs. Selfridge, the girl helping at the switchboard, the man trying
to phone Calgary, the farmer taking shelter from the storm before
starting the last five miles home.
Archie was certainly the man of the hour at all the spots where the
storm had made trouble. The wind was still growling, but its bite
was now so reduced that Archie felt it would not make any more
trouble. He could now begin to chart the trouble spots and plan the
tour that would last for days until he had visited every one.
Mrs. Selfridge had a list of five town phones which were out of
order but town dwellers would have to wait till last. A person with
four blocks to walk was not so inconvenienced by loss of the phone
as a farmer living four miles from town. On the other hand, a
long-distance line out of order in one corner of the province could
inconvenience people in the opposite corner, so they came first.
"How are the rural lines?" he asked.
"Lines One and Four are OK, but Line Two is out past McQuarrie's and
on Line Three I can only get as far as Greenfield's."
Archie was pleased that Herbert Greenfield still had service. He was
a provincial cabinet minister and former premier of Alberta. W. A.
C. Bennett, who had the hardware store in town, would one day become
premier of British Columbia, but Archie didn't know about that.
"Better test them out," he said. So he went behind the switchboard
with a test set similar to the one he'd been making that afternoon.
The set had two wires with a clip on each end. He attached one clip
to Line Two and the other to the telltale.
The telltale was a buzzer inside the switchboard. It could tell
Archie something about the nature of the trouble, whether it was an
open or a short. When a line was open it meant the wire was
physically broken. If it was short it meant two wires had crossed to
create a
short circuit. Archie would know which it was when he turned the
crank of the test set and sent a burst of alternating current out on
the line. If the current came back and jangled the buzzer the line
had a short. If the line was broken there was no return for the
current and the telltale remained silent.
Archie turned the crank and listened for a report on Line Two. The
telltale remained mute. Then he clipped his testwire to Line Three
and cranked again. This time the telltale produced a jangled
yawping.
Archie had a sketch map of the district. On it he marked the trouble
accordingly. He noted that on Line Two seven outlying farms were
isolated from the exchange and on Line Three twelve farms were cut
off. However, and this is a very large however, they were not
isolated from each other. People on the outlying farms could still
ring each other in the normal way, and if an urgent message had to
go to Dr. Miller or Mr. Tice, the English druggist, it could be
relayed from McQuarrie's or Greenfield's. Archie knew the isolated
ones would be patient. They knew he'd be along as soon as the
long-distance lines were working.
Archie's next move was to check the long lines, beginning with Toll
Route 196 which ran west, into the steep hills and tall timber and
ended in the back kitchen of his father-in-law Will Wallace at Campsie. For this check he wished to talk to AGT agents on the route
so he connected his butt-in to Toll Line 196.
The butt-in was a small portable telephone designed especially for
technicians. It doubtless had an official name which everyone had
forgotten. It was so light and compact that Archie could carry one
to the top of a pole, connect it to a line and "butt in" to talk to
the operator in the nearest exchange. Or, if he was in the exchange
he could connect it to the line in back of the switchboard and work
without disturbing the operator.
Toll Line 196 might have been laid out by a rabbit playing games
with a fox. It zigged and zagged and doubled back through farm
houses and stores at Eastburg, Rossington, Southworth, Manola,
Lunford, Heaton Moor, Freedom and Carlton Hill before terminating in
Archie's father-in-law's kitchen. Archie connected his test set to
the line and cranked out five short rings, the signal for Campsie,
and was delighted to hear Mr. Wallace's Glasgow accents, fuzzy but
steady. Archie traded news about daughter Helen and grandson Gordon
for news that the snow was not so heavy farther west. Archie nodded
approvingly. With any luck Route 196 would ride out the storm.
Then he clipped the butt-in to Toll Route 117, which also ran west
and ended at historic Fort Assinaboine on
the Athabasca River. "I think there's a swinging short on that one,"
said Mrs. Selfridge from the other side of the board.
A swinging short was caused by one wire swaying in the wind, making
sporadic contact with another. When the momentary short circuit
resulted, the voice faded - and then came back. Archie could use his
test set to fix the location of a regular short, but not one of the
swinging variety, so he went to work with the butt-in, calling the
most remote station on the line and working closer.
He began with Mrs. Thompson, who had the agency in her farm home at
Fort Assiniboine. Her familiar voice faded and surged. He tried
Elmer Lucas at Bloomsbury. Still fading. He paged Chris Ingwerson at
Neerlandia, with the same results. From Mellowdale the voice of Mrs.
Elmendorf came and went. Davis was next, in the ranch house of T. M.
Davis, and Mr. Davis came through deep and clear. Archie marked in a
swinging short between Davis and Mellowdale, and told no one in
particular that when the wind puffed out he'd be either lucky or
unlucky. If he was in luck the swinging wire would sag clear of its
neighbor and there'd be no more trouble. But it could just as easily
droop into a permanent contact and he would be out of luck. Archie
was out of luck.
Having dealt with the west, Archie focussed on the south-to-north
route. He put his equipment on Toll Line 264, which came from
Edmonton through St. Albert and Westlock and on north through
Pibroch, Dapp, Jarvie, Fawcett and Flatbush. Eventually AGT would
extend that route to connect with the Peace River Country, but it
would not be for many years, not until after the second world war.
Within the Peace River country an AGT phone network linked the towns
and farms but communication with the rest of Alberta was by
telegraph or mail. For another twenty years the province would be
too poor to bridge the gap. Archie found Route 264 noisy but strong
as far as it went. He then turned his attention eastward and asked
Mrs. Selfridge to get Miss Cuthiell, the agent at Clyde.
Miss Cuthiell had a smaller switchboard, with a dozen town
subscribers and fifty farms on party lines, but she also had Toll
Route 116, the most important long distance line in Archie's
territory. It ran from Edmonton to Athabasca, with connections to
Lac La Biche and Calling Lake.
Archie heard Miss Cuthiell's voice. "Oh, I have news for YOU," it
said. Archie smiled. The local telephone operator was the ace
reporter of all events in range of her switchboard: the details of
accidents, the scores of hockey games, the whereabouts of doctors,
the lateness of trains. Miss Cuthiell delivered the telephone news
in dramatic steps.
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