POPPA NEEDS SHORTS
Given valid data, you can reach completely wrong conclusions. But given a wrong conclusion, you can still get a right answer!
WALT and LEIGH RICHMOND
Illustrated by John Schoenherr
Little Oley had wandered into forbidden territory again—Big Brother Sven's ham shack. The glowing bottles here were an irresistible lure, and he liked to pretend that he knew all there was to know about the mysteries in this room.
Of course, Sven said that not even he knew all of the mysteries, though he admitted he was one of the best ham operators extant, with QSOs from eighteen countries and thirty-eight states to his credit.
At the moment, Sven was busily probing into an open chassis with a hot soldering iron.
"Short's in here some place," he muttered.
"What makes shorts, Sven?" Oley wasn't so knowledgeable but what he would ask an occasional question.
Sven turned and glared down. "What are you doing in here? You know it's a Federal Offense for anybody to come into this room without I say so?"