IT’S A ROCKET. Well…it’s a radio. Well..it’s both. The braided wire goes to an ear plug. And that shiny nose of the rocket is the “tuner.” Pull the nose shaft out slowly and you’ll move from station to station within…uh…whatever range worked wherever you were.
It was what they called a “crystal” radio. There was no battery. When it died, it died.
My dad bought me one from one of those gadget shops near Times Square. I remember listening to radio while supposedly studying in my seat at Monsignor McClancy Memorial High School in Jackson Heights, NY. Never got caught.
Paul Coates was the only one who took a stab at it, with: “It looks like a toy rocket night light.”
GOT AN IDEA for the Whatzit? Email Ed at firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll do what we can to stump others!
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