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State of the Art

if we could see radio waves if all shapes and colours they would be all we would see is radio waves as far as the eye could see Pointecchio Italy 1895 his father got a message across the sky six years later he came to Newfoundland with balloons, wire and kites in his hand December 12th 1901 it was Signal Hill he was standing on history records not the look on his face but the day Marconi changed the human race some thought that Marconi was full of baloney at fifteen he was a very bright boy at twenty one, he was still going on pulling messages right out of the sky in an early winter-sky with a late fall chill Marconi stood upon Signal Hill on December the twelfth nineteen hundred and one the wind took his balloon and it was gone like old Ben Franklin he flew up a kite state of the art in all of its might three faint clicks in a wind lull-a-by three faint clicks across 2000 miles of sky

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