The story of the SJHRC beats any tale of high school adventure, fact or fiction, as it
unfolded over a space of twenty-eight years. Its members eventually numbered in the
hundreds, and its achievements at one point supplied national news wire services.
Through the years, multitudes of licenses were gained, job opportunities resulted, and the
club executed ham radio adventures unmatched by any other group, old or young.
This exotic story grew out of events already in motion in the early 1950’s. In Cleveland a
2000-boy high school was being planned. In distant Puerto Rico, Mike Stimac, a teacher
sent to the mission school of Ponce was digging into amateur radio. In post war years,
mountains of army surplus radio equipment were available, and the government was
prompt in giving examinations and granting radio operator licenses to those who
qualified. (See Mike Stimac "The Early Years")
Meanwhile, in Cleveland, at 185th St and Lake Shore Blvd., the plans were completed
and construction began on the 2000-boy, St Joseph High School. It was to provide
educational facility for college preparation and equally for vocational training. There was
to be an electronics lab and a commercial electricity shop. Given the space, there
remained yet the question of who would be given the task of design and execution of the
courses contents. The superiors made their choice – Mike Stimac, from down in Puerto
Rico. And thus it was, Mike found himself suddenly back in Cleveland.
The FCC rules dictated that his KP4AA license be re-issued, resulting in the call letters W8KTZ.
The decision almost seemed like a mistake – a simple high school teacher having an exciting
time enjoying ham radio – now was suddenly the course designer, the equipment buyer, and the
lecturer of electrical and radio-electronics subjects, --and suddenly in charge of a $10,000
fund to properly equip the school for the jobs! The history that would unfold alone would
tell if the decision was wise.
Slowly the lab and shops took form. With names now forgotten like HeathKit and Crow
Demonstration, kit sets proliferated and students got hands-on experience assembling and
testing. Then two jewels were added – a National Radio Company NC240-D amateur
radio receiver and a Viking transmitter. Mike was suddenly also moderator of the school
amateur radio club, and the club members were fortunate to benefit from the facilities for
the many "shop" and technical training courses. Those who were in advanced courses of study
for the "college track"
had no time in their schedule for such "practical" training, but Mike made it possible for them
to learn all those skills "on the side".
He believed that “much learning came from doing” and so the lab scene became a
controlled riot! At any time day or night someone was working on a piece of equipment,
or using the radio station, or studying for a license exam, or teaching newcomers to copy
Morse code. Many afternoons were spent on the school roof hauling up, welding, and
assembling the structures that became the big and powerful rotating beam antennas. –and
don’t forget the heavy arc-welding and gas-welding equipment itself had to be hauled up
tiny ladders tied to the side of the building! Aluminum was not readily available yet and most
things were made form scrap iron and steel. So many picked up extra skills in metal
working and welding, vehicle, and structure electrical systems.
Students rapidly mastered enough electronics to visit the government offices in
downtown Cleveland, Ohio and pass examinations, first working for the General Class amateur
radio license with its 13-word-per-minute Morse Code requirement, and then for the
Commercial Radiotelephone and Radiotelegraph Licenses, Second and First classes.
Informally the group, without charter or school blessing, named themselves the SJHRC,
--The St Joseph High Radio Club-- and nobody even for a moment thought to question
Into the 50’s the FCC had set up a Novice Class License test which even an eight grader
could pass with a little coaching. The Club numbers swelled as a wave of novices joined
the gang, even though they had to learn Morse code at 5 words per minute, and did so
quite easily. They could not operate the Club station alone however, until they upgraded to the
General Class License, and so the radio club was providing the perfect scene for climbing
the ladder of qualification – a lesson for life.
Not basking in the limelight, but inspired by the prestige of their licenses and
membership in this elite group, the lads charged into electronic endeavors. First was the
desire to make world-wide contacts, using the finesse of perfect antennas instead of the
commercial system of brute force power. Next was"mobile" operation in
family cars using Civil Defense equipment and home-built equipment. The school was so
indulgent (or awed) that one year the club was excused from attending the annual 3-day
in-school retreat and instead made a mobile radio expedition to Gethsemane, Kentucky
where the author, Thomas Merton, author of the best seller Seven Story Mountain,
lived in the Trappist monastery. Attending services with the Trappists made for their
At school over the years projects of every kind abounded – a compact transistorized voice
amplifier for a worker who lost his voice due to throat cancer, Eloise, the Rabbit whose
brain waves were sought, tunnel diode amplifiers, building a huge antenna and system to bounce
signals off the moon,
teletype operation using two machines which the Teletype Corporation had donated,
and airborne mobile radio using a 5-watt Heathkit radio. The antenna was strung from
the tie down rings on the airplane wings and fuselage. (The Radio Club had fostered the
formation of an Aviation Lab course at SJH as a by-product of getting into radio control
of model airplanes. Lost Nation Airport, in nearby Willoughby, Ohio let the moderators
fly Cessna 172’s with the students as the course enlarged its activity. )
By land, by air, and even by sea, the radio club was busy. An adult friend of the group
wanted an emergency high power amplifier for his marine radio which itself was limited
to 30 watts. In a lightning storm, that power was not reliable for calling Mayday, so he
asked for an amplifier. The radio team rapidly built a 250 watt unit and its power supply,
and spent days on the boat in Mentor Harbor, tucking the equipment into its secret
By the late 1950’s this club of radio and electronics minded young people was as capable
in communications operation and maintenance as any commercial or university group in
the nation. The proof came one weekend in October, 1957 when the Radio Club was
quoted in the same national announcement which mentioned the MIT Lincoln labs, the
Naval Observatory in Washington and the Bureau of Standards in Boulder Colorado.
Being on the spot to track the Russian Sputnik was perhaps the most famous example.
The Russians had launched it on Friday
October 4th. St Joe’s Radio Club members soon found the signal on 20.005 MHz, and
quickly understanding the notion of a fixed orbit, with the earth rotating inside of the
circle, they tracked the satellite and recorded the signals with total ease. Friendly
reporters at the Cleveland Plain Dealer quickly recognized the great news value of the
information and directed the club spokespersons to feed the "beeps" and their observations directly into
the national news wire services. A local TV station had a presentation by the Radio
Club on the following Saturday night news, preferring to have the radio team give expert
information to its viewers rather than have their announcers talk about something which
was a mystery to them.
Before all this happened, our cautious newspaper friends had to be convinced. We
offered this proof: "We prideicted that at 3:22 on Saturday afternoon the satellite we were tracking would
come up over the horizon and we would pick up its signal." We were absolutely certain.
We connected a radio receiver and telephone by a “phone patch,” and enabled the
reporters to hear for themselves in their news room.
Tension increased in the lab despite our absolute confidence. As the school clock above
the blackboard clicked over to 3:22, the faint “beep--beep--beep" came through the static
in the receiver and swelled to a loud signal. The newsmen were so accustomed to
remarkable things coming from the St Joe’s Lab that they didn’t stop to think for a
moment and immediately recommended feeding direct to the wire services and arranged
for a reporter to visit the lab.
In the following weeks the FBI hear about all this, stopped by and "requisitioned" for government scientific
study, what was by that time 4 miles of tape recordings the Radio Club had accumulated.
The fact was the Radio Club had perfected its antenna systems so that sensitivity,
direction, and peculiarities of reception, were totally under control. Obviously nobody
was so academically involved with radio wave phenomena as this team of youngsters
who by this time had grown to be 100 members-strong. And so they swept to the lead
across the nation at the very dawn of the new age of space awareness.
But the radio club was not a playtime – the group had a mission. The thinking was
simple -- if a person gained a qualification it would give him a back-up for his future
work careers. Since this activity was taking place in a Catholic school, the spirit of
caring for your neighbor also drove this group, and they had means to do something
about it. They chose to give every interested youngster a chance to get his radio license,
share in the honor of being a SJHRC member, and help others to climb up on the same
With wisdom beyond their years, the radio club leaders looked to more members in the
future, and they plotted to bring the most ambitious students from grade schools, to St
Joseph High School. A traveling show was organized, which included a few class room
demonstrations, one being a rocket launch on a wire strung across the class room. From
their chemistry classes they concocted a fuel made of potassium permanganate and
aluminum powder that worked marvelously with a whoosh and a cloud of smoke. These
acts were followed by talking with portable radios from the class room to a mobile unit in
a car drawn up outside the windows. In the days before pocket calculators, cell phones
or walkie-talkies, this was “rocket science”! The show concluded with a ten minute film
of rigging a Cessna 172 with the mobile radio and showing ground and aerial footage of
the exciting event. The whole show was so dramatic and effective that one Catholic
school system, desiring its students to go to their own high school, gave a left handed
complement by refusing permission for SJHRC to entertain their eight grader!
Meanwhile, Stimac getting accomplished at Flying that Cessna, started a Flying Program that was immediately
taken up by 55 students, many from the Radio Club. He expanded the program to other schools.
SJHRC was a great team – but what makes a great team --- a coach or the players? This
was the test which the club faced in 1961 when the moderator of the club was reassigned
to a mission school in east Africa, to the Mangu Mission located in the highlands of the
dreaded Mau Mau. There he would repeat the successes of the programs developed with
these Radio Club students.
The change had zero effect, for the training of new people and the
gathering of higher level licenses by the older members and graduates went racing on. With the
founding moderator getting ready to leave for Africa, the students nonetheless took on a new challenge,
that of constructing a huge antenna structure and transmitting and control equipment to bounce
a ham radio signal off the moon!
The coach had produced more coaches!
High schoolers were going far beyond the general and novice licenses, getting the highest advanced
amateur licenses, and branching out to those Commercial Licenses, Second and First Class,
Radio Telephone and Radiotelegraph, to
which were then added endorsements of radar, marine, and other specialties. Long before,
the moderator had set a pace by going on to the first class commercial license but now the
students were inspired by the bigger things like job opportunities and university offers.
And then there was that friendly competition to see how far and how high one could go, inspired
by the sucess stories of the older members moving on.
In those days, these licenses were required by the FCC
to run broadcast, government, and maritime radio equipment, or to repair radio transmitters for
police, fire, and aircraft. So it was these very licenses and the advanced study that became
the “backup” for any other career endeavor, also led to jump-starting careers, and help to finance
The idea worked. One member, having a First Class Commercial Telegraph License, got a job with the
Cleveland Police Department maintaining their police radios, and soon handled 1,000-watt coast-to-coast
short-wave relay station,
copying the Morse code in his head while typing at 35 words per minute. Working his way through college
he eventually got an MSEE and the EdD degree. One got a job working on radios at the local airport and
went on to be chief engineer of a Cleveland FM station while going to college, became a university
research physicist, and later co-inventor of the HID xenon automotive headlights. Another built a closed circuit
broadcast system for the Cleveland Diocese and later served a long career in broadcasting, became
engineering manager for WEWS-TV served as a 2-term president of the Society of Broadcast Engineers, and
organized the massive logistics to engineer the grand-opening of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Another
became both a broadcast chief engineer for a succession of major radio stations, and a well-known
Cleveland radio-TV announcer. Another became a physicist and operations director at NASA Plum Brook.
One more of the outstanding group became head of the Salk Institute in Santa Monica. Another got a
degree in electrical engineering and worked his way through medical school as power company engineer,
to finally become a Doctor of Obstetrics and Gynecology, and has learned to fly helicopters. There were
many more examples of success.
But sadness clouds our memory of one brilliant companion, Jack Gustincic. Jack from his early years with
SJHRC was far ahead of others. Soon after graduating, he was at the forefront of the burgeoning laboratory
solid-state technology, working with new devices as fast as they were coming available. In the 1960’s he
was doing very advanced tasks like perfecting tunnel diode amplifiers among other experiments, and he
went on to enjoy full scholarships to his doctorate in electronics. Some years later, still young in his career,
Jack was asked to consult on airplane antennas by a big aviation manufacturer and he was on a flight to
Santa Monica, California, when at that location a mid-air collision destroyed the aircraft and all the
occupants. Even though we know we will be called some day, it hurt to see a companion so full of
promise, taken away so early and so terribly.
Many also picked up on the bigger lessons and examples, --those of leadership,
entrepreneurship, and a can-do attitude. There was no stopping them!
With Mike Stimac now starting up an operation in Africa, in an unbelievable gesture
of camaraderie, the
club raised money and cajoled store managers into sending along a World Globe
transmitter with 500 watts of power, and a fabulous National Radio Company HRO-60
receiver with all the frequency range tuning plug-ins..
The spirit of loving their neighbors paid off. The equipment came to Africa and in the
coming months the moderator had a group of African native boys learning code and
preparing for the ham radio licenses in the British system. In due course, Watola Martin,
a student from the Luo tribe across the Rift Valley, became the first African to pass the
exams and be granted an amateur radio license. He used the HRO-60 and the Globe 500
to touch base with India, Australia, South Africa and European stations. Eventually
Watola became an engineer with the East African Power and Lighting Company whose
grid serves the EA Federation.
The departure of the moderator was a non-event for the group. Unbelievable to some but
the records show, the radio club continued and flourished under the shared leadership of
its dedicated members. Year after year boys gained their licenses and operated the club
equipment. This could only take place if along with the adventures there was also
responsibility and discipline. What a magnificent tribute to the students of those days
that it worked.
As the 70’s neared, circumstances in electronics and in education began to change. Men
had been to the moon, and people became more and more preoccupied with all the
conveniences and new electronics products fostered by the transistor, and the integrated
circuit and their "computer chip" successors. Young people drifted away from two-way radio
and experimented at most with building computers. Soon, there were too many other new technical
gadgets to play with, and no time to build things from scratch.
It was less exciting to spin dials on a factory produced box than to see the flickering of
vacuum tubes that you had put into place and made work, -- but only those who lived it,
So, those who shared those years in the 50’s and 60’s can be grateful for an experience, a
camaraderie, and days so much more full of life and its joys than students of today can
enjoy. Mike Stimac was indeed glad and fulfilled to have shared in the experiences and
successes of so many students.