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...Hello, Central, give me the Chicago Underworld, please--Yes, hello is this Chicago--; central you cut me off. Hello, hello--Chicago Underworld? What? what was that? the Chicago Underworld? Oh, the New York Journal (in high disgust). We must have got the wires mixed...
Walter Sherman Gifford, President American Telephone & Telegraph Co., picked up a telephone receiver in the directors' room of his company, in Manhattan, heard a sharp feminine voice say, "Hello, London? Sir Evelyn." A sharper feminine voice replied, "London ready." Said he into his transmitter, "Good morning, Sir. This is Mr. Gifford in New York." Sir George Evelyn Pemberton Murray, Secretary of the General Postoffice of Great Britain, in London, replied, "Good morning, Mr. Gifford. Yes, I can hear you perfectly. Can you hear me?" Reassured, Sir Evelyn said, "Splendid!" Mr. Gifford read a formal statement. There had been...
Within the next three months it is possible that an English drawl may come rippling over the ocean with a "Hello--are you there?", to be answered by a crisp Vermont "Yes?" For George of Buckingham and Windsor, and Calvin of Washington and Plymouth are to inaugurate the transatlantic telephone service by what the Associated Press calls a "short conversation". And already the curious are wondering what will be the topic of conversation. Whatever it is it will prove food for columnists and Will Rogers; kings and presidents don't give each other a ring every...
...hello, Joe," he said. And I didn't mind him calling me Joe. I have become used to that quick familiarity that one must accept hand in hand with greatness. But he continued, and I didn't just like his tone, "Are you going to make a comeback this week...
...back in the darkest hours of the Civil War when General Grant came out of the West to take command of the Union army, who was the one man, the only man in that vast throng of blue-coated soldiery to greet the lonely general with a friendly, "Hello, Ulysses old horse! Good luck!" Who was it, I repeat? It was my grandfather, Corp. Ephraim Forecast. And you know...