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Sympathy” “He's a sym- pathy first water.” Hindered History (What might have happened had the telephone been discovered in an earlier day) as ELLO, is this you, Cleopatra?” “No, this is not Cleopatra, Mr. Antony. Central crossed the wires and this happens to be your wife. If you don’t quit kiddin’ ‘round with that Cleo wench, I'll drown you both in the Nile.” os 8 6 “Hello, Liz?” “Who?” who?” “Aw, come on Liz, quit your kiddin’! I want you to take a walk with me. I'll bring my cvat along in case it’s muddy out.” Masculine Voice at Other End— This is the husband of Mrs. Eliza- beth Wimpus. I recognize your voice, Mr. Raleigh. How dare you call up this lady! She's my wife. Raleigh—Wrong number! me. I wuzn't calling nv lady. wuz tryin’ to get the queen. “Hello, is this the Roman Hard- © What a whale of a difference. ware Company? I want to buy a ust a few cents make dagger before you lock up. This is Brutus speaking.” “You've got the wrong number. This is the Roman Nose Beautifying Shoppe.” (Brutus makes three new calls and finally gets the Hardware Company.) “I want a sharp dagger.” Voice at Other End—Store’s locked for the day. Can't sell you a dagger until to-morrow. Brutus—Shakespeare wants me to kill Caesar to-night. ‘To-morrow’s tov late. (Hangs up in disgust.) . . . “Hello, hello, this is Paul Revere I want tu warm you that the British are coming.” Voice at Other End—This is a poor connection. I can’t hear you. Paul Revere—The Redcoats are coming! Voice—Who's got a red nose? Paul Revere (furiously)—Is this the Lexington and Concord ‘Tele- phone Exchange? Voice—Wrong number, old chap. This is British Army Headquarters. Paul Revere —_ (sarcastically) — Give my love to the king. (He Tus Artist—Oh, sir, thank you so much! T believe 4 found the hangs up.) thumbtack I lost! ae eee te & comicbooks.com