John F. Bell Phoenix, AZ

Born 1-8-14 in Cass County, Indiana. BSEE 38, Purdue University. I yr. half-time graduate work at Purdue and participated in a study of radio interference on commercial aircraft from the discharge of the high potential that accumulates on the body of a plane in flight. He joined the new TV development group at Zenith Radio Corp., Chicago, in July '39. During the war, he worked on communication sets for tanks. He retired from Zenith in January, 1978 and established an independent precious metals refining business in Phoenix, AZ and, later, in Los Angeles, CA, which operated until 1993. He is a Life Fellow in the Institute of Electrical and Electronic Engineers. Participating in the development of the vast new TV industry, and operating my new, independent business were exciting adventures.

Where Love Must Go Children come naturally if we let 'em, As in a secure marriage bond we get 'em. So don't forego this joy In exchange for a toy, But love them and on a straight course set 'em.

Love Most offered love has strings attached to it, So that the loving one can gain something thru it. But genuine love Comes only from above, Thru a clean heart thus prepared to do it.

Opportunity Mrs. Whale delivers her calf in the sea. No other facility can adequate be. Fame and fortune will arise To the one who can devise A way to domesticate and milk this cow for me.

To Mom On My Birthday Mom, I don't remember but you do. After nine months and much ado A climax was reached. A squaller screeched, And thus began the loving care only you knew.

Humility A lady greatly admired wherever she goes When flattered by a man she knows, Responded, "I know now That feeling exactly how The pancake gets when over it the syrup flows".

Bureaucrats A politician emits a constant stream of hot air, As he orates long with his polished flair. But this bloated Phony Is filled with baloney, Because his solutions resemble a poisoned eclair.

Leadership There once was a lady from Cork Who knew how to use a knife and fork. So polite she became That this proper dame Molded society from Maine to New York.

Solution Needed That women are different men were made to see. Not better, not worse, but functional as can be. We love them so much, But how to deal with such Will forever remain a very great mystery.

All poems Copyright © 1996 John F. Bell. All rights reserved.