The Old Phone On The Wall

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by Paul Villard
Originally published June, 1966 Readers Digest; reprinted with permission in the December 1999 issue of the Singing Wires newsletter, TCI club.

When I was quite young, my family had one of the first telephones in our
neighourhood. I remember well the polished oak case fastened to the wall
on the lower stair landing. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the
box. I even remembered the number – 105. I was too little to reach the
telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked into
it. Once she lifted me up to speak to my father, who was away on
business. Magic! Then I discovered that somewhere inside that wonderful
device lived an amazing person – her name was "Information Please" and
there was nothing that she did not know. My mother could ask her for
anybody's number and when our clock ran down, Information Please
immediately supplied the correct time.

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