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Montgomery Wards Model Would anybody out there have a schematic to a Montgomery Wards Model guitar amp? I don't how the AC line is connected the xformer. It came in my shop showing A dead short.
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H igh school is a haunted house in April, when seniors act up because the end is near. Even those who hate school sometimes cling to the devil they know. And for the kids who love it, the goodbyes are hard to think about. Two weeks ago, Sara Martin was chosen to be a graduation speaker for Columbine High, and she was struggling.
She wanted to write about all the people she loved, in the choir and the Bible club and even the ones who turn left out of the right-hand lane in the parking lot. She was in the choir room last Tuesday when something very different was walking the halls. By the end of that gruesome day, by the time 15 people had died, her friends among them, she had her yearbook of humanity and integrity signed in blood.
As Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris prowled the school with their guns and bombs, this is what the children did: a boy draped himself over his sister and her friend, so that he would be the one shot. A boy with 10 bullet wounds in his leg picked up an explosive that landed by him and hurled it away from the other wounded kids.
A girl was asked by the gunman if she believed in God, knowing full well the safe answer. Before we inventory the evil we cannot fathom, consider the reflexes at work among these happy, lucky kids, born to a generation that is thought to know nothing about sacrifice. They had no way of knowing what would be asked of them, what they were capable of.
Among the kids who died and the ones who were prepared to die were the students who stayed behind to open a door, or save a friend, or build an escape route or barricade a closet or guide the descending SWAT teams into the darkness.
It promises to be a long, hard talk, in public and in private, about why smart, privileged kids rot inside. Do we blame the parents, blame the savage music they listened to, blame the ease of stockpiling an arsenal, blame the chemistry of cruelty and cliques that has always been a part of high school life but has never been so deadly?
Sure it can. It can even happen in Littleton, a town of 35, near the dusty-tan foothills of the Rockies, just southwest of Denver. It was once a small prairie town of gold rushers and traders, where the biggest scare was getting hit by a prairie dog.
The day began with an omen. They reportedly wore swastikas on black shirts, spoke German in the halls, re-enacted World War II battles, played the most vicious video games, talked about whom they hated, whom they would like to kill. But they were not really dangerous, right? Every school has its rebels, its Goths in black nail polish and lipstick, its stoners and deadbeats, sometimes, as in this case, the very brightest techie kids who found solidarity in exclusion.
We loved Pinky and the Brain and Animaniacs. Stay alive, stay different, stay crazy. That rivalry had been smoldering for months. One athlete in particular liked to taunt them. There was one rumor we went around killing small animals.
Another rumor that we had orgies. Some of the Trench Coats tried to ignore the hazing, but some snarled back, and one reportedly flashed a shotgun at his abusers in the park. They made a video for class, a tale of kids in trench coats hunting down their enemies with shotguns. It was Free Cookie Day in the cafeteria, and there were hundreds of students draped around the tables and waiting in lines at the lunch hour when the sounds of the firing erupted outside.
Students saw two boys in trench coats and masks firing at kids; one tossed something up onto the roof of the school, and it exploded in a flash. Some kids thought it was the long-awaited senior prank; they had been expecting balloons filled with shaving cream. Surely those are firecrackers, they thought. Surely those guns are fake. Is the blood fake? Can a fake bomb make walls shake? Then they were screaming and running. One boy could feel the rush of a bullet past his head.
Then they ran as the shots came again. Some tried to run upstairs, to the safety of the library. But there was smoke everywhere, the fire alarms had gone off, and the sprinkler system was turning the school into a blinding, misty jungle.
So they retreated back downstairs, away from the library, which, by the time the mayhem ended, had turned into a tomb. Cafeteria worker Karen Nielsen had rushed to help the bleeding students when she spotted the shooters.
As she heard the shots blowing through the room, she shoved the kids into a bathroom. She pulled a phone along with her to call the police. When he spotted one gunman, he exchanged fire, then ducked for cover and called for backup. By this time the calls were already coming in, and the SWAT cars were on the scene within 20 minutes.
But the bombs were still going off, and the officers had no idea how many shooters there were—or which ones were killers and which were targets. Other teachers had the same instincts. Business teacher Dave Sanders was in the faculty lounge when he heard the trouble, raced toward the cafeteria and went to war.
Sanders, on the ground, propped himself on his elbows, directing kids to safety as the killers moved in. Too terrified to look back, Kathy never saw the shooters, but she could tell they were close, very close.
She stands over 6 ft. So while other kids raced down a first-floor hallway, she leaped up the stairs toward the second floor. She tried the door to one science room, but it was already locked. Furiously she worked her way down the hall, finally to Science Room 3, into which two teachers were herding other kids.
The class had been taking a long, nasty biology test when the explosions came. Lexis Coffey-Berg, 16, saw Sanders running toward them, saw him shot twice in the back, with a jolt and spasm.
He was spitting up blood. A teacher got the paramedics on the phone, and the classroom turned into a trauma ward. Aaron Hancey, a junior, had had some first-aid training, and the paramedics tried to talk the kids through the basic lifesaving treatment. They found some emergency blankets stashed with the fire gear in that room and wrapped him up as his temperature started to fall.
They could tell they were losing him. Tell us about them, they said. As the students prayed, Sanders every now and then managed to cough and spit out some blood to clear his lungs. But the time kept passing, and no one came. On the classroom TVs, the barricaded students could see the SWAT teams assembling, the news choppers hovering and eventually the parents beginning to gather, as they and the rest of the country watched the siege take hold of the school.
Everyone was praying. Elsewhere up and down the halls, students locked themselves in closets and classrooms, also calling out on their cell phones. They called police; they called parents; they called for anyone who could come and help get them out. Some could hear sounds of laughing in the hallways, as the shooters prowled through the smoke.
They heard the jeering. Suddenly one of the vents broke, and Foss fell 15 ft. Somehow uninjured, he picked himself up and sprinted out a door to freedom as the shooting continued behind him.
It was run for your life or die. His twin brother Adam, meanwhile, was in trouble down the hall. He had been in choir practice, preparing for a concert that afternoon at an elementary school. When the shooting started, Adam and about 60 others crammed into the choir-room office as the explosions seemed to come closer and closer.
They pushed a filing cabinet and two upended desks against the door. In the hot, stagnant air, several kids began to gag and cough. Shhh, quiet, the others said, fearing any sound would lure the killers, who for all they knew were right outside. The choir room lay near the top of the stairs, close to where the carnage began, and very close to the library where it would finally end. Anybody in here religious? I felt like many others outside the school were praying for us.
Then things fell quiet, and they waited. When they reached the police by phone, pleading for rescue, they were told that the police had to move slowly because of possible booby traps. Some students with asthma started having trouble breathing, so others climbed up and pulled out some ceiling tiles, then lifted the students up to where the air was fresher.
The quiet was cut when the office phone rang. It was the elementary school calling, wondering why the concert was being delayed. Many of the kids who made it out the exits ran into the parking lots. Police had heard rumors that the gunmen were exchanging clothes with the students, so everyone had to be checked, patted down, in order for the cops to be sure these were the victims escaping and not the killers. Neighbors arrived with blankets, bandages and gauze and brought kids into their homes.
A nurse passing through the area found herself doing triage on a front lawn. The ambulances began shuttling the wounded—the ones who had been able to get out of the building on their own power—to area hospitals. The boy, with gunshot wounds in the head and foot, was so much in shock that he could barely say his name. Rick or Rich, they thought he said. His name was Patrick Ireland. He had taken two bullets to the head.
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Notify me when this product is available: Notify me when this product is available:. Fresh from the 's is this mighty cool two channel Montgomery Wards tremolo tube amp combo. This amp is in great working condition. Cosmetically, it's clear it has been well-loved - there is some wear to the casing and face of the item, all of which can be seen in photos. Also, it does have the original two-prong ungrounded power plug.
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Teisco was a brand of musical instruments manufactured in Japan from until Not well known for quality or playability, they are sought after for their sometimes bizarre designs and collector's fascination with classic kitsch. Although Teisco guitars were cheaply made and inexpensive, they developed a strong collector following starting in the s. Kawai Musical Instruments, the owner of the Teisco name, recognized the trend and resurrected the brand in the early 90s with moderate success. Teisco was unusual in that they manufactured models of their own design, as well as knock-off copies. It is the Teisco Del Ray original design guitars that attract collectors, as many other manufacturers produced knock-offs of equal or greater quality.
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The guitar market boomed, and Valco rode the wave for a time, but as trends and tastes shifted, the company had difficulty keeping up. Quite precisely how this happened, we cannot say. With four 6L6 output tubes and three 12AX7s in the preamp, the GIM A had the appearance of the big watt tube heads that were sweeping stages across the country. Outwardly, it appears to chase the sliverface Fender Bassman market, with two simple, independent channels, each with their own Volume, Treble, and Bass controls. All of that, of course, renders the dual-OT thing a bit puzzling. In this Montgomery Ward head, given the cathode biasing and relatively low supply voltages, the independently wired outputs deliver 20 watts each, at best, or can be modified into a summed output of 40, give or take.
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