Judge — May 8, 1926 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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A Memorable Date I" was the last day of December, 1728. A chill wind was blowing, and the air filled with a fine, thick, cutting snow. ‘ryone on the street was hurrying as fast as possible to their warm firesides, there to partake of some hot porridge and talk over the gossip of ye old town, that is all but Benjamin Franklin, who was hurry- ing away from his fireside, his coat tucked up around his ears and his tibet tied tightly over his hat and under his neck, to help keep out the and. chilly blasts. “T have only a few hours more in which snow to do it!” he muttered feverishly to him- self, “only a few more hours. [have kept putting it off day after day, week after week!” People turned as he passed and shook their heads, “Poor Ben!” “the storm has: they muttered, ot into his brain. He should be taken kK! But none dared stop him, for Ben was well known as a determined sort of fellow At last, Hugh Meredith. Ben's partner and former co-worker with him at Old Man Keimer's, chanced to come along and barred Ben's p “Ben! 1 Hugh, “what is it? Why hurry 12 Come with me to my warm fir nd we will sup of some fine old : here for centuries ey Butler will not be wiped the snow from his face and his nose into which Jack Frost ly putting a rosy color ‘Hugh! Hugh! he muttered, “right well would [like to come with ve, but 1 eannot--Leannot. [have a work to do that cannot be delayed. I have put it off for days-—week: “But will not to-morrow do as well?” asked Hugh, “and by then mayhap the storm will have passed.” Ben threw up “Man!” he cried, “you know not what you say. To-morrow will be a new year, and too late—for I must found the Saturday Evening Post in 1728!” William Sanford his My Civic 6 ‘Vac” (Continued from page 6) They’d hear my verdiet: And nevermore be seen.” “Oh, be gone I'd nip the legislative lads whose middle name is Pork, The politician roustabouts who work with knife and fork; For them and all their followers, The sword-and-money swallowers, I'd have a pleasant exit staged, a fare-you- well to earth: They’d lie upon my rent receipts, My weekly-budget-spent receipts, And die to peals of mirth. (Continued on page 24) ands excitedly. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST NUMBER OF JUDGE The Telephone tS) ~ the Centennial One hundred years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the infant tele- phone was first exhibited at the Philadelphia Exposition. Since the dawn of civiliza- tion, mankind had sought some means of communicating over distances which unaided hu- man speech could not bridge. Drums, signal fires, runners, the pony express, and finally the electric telegraph were means to get the message through. It remained for the telephone to convey a speaker’s words and | BELL (a | IN ITS SEMI-CENTENNIAL YEAR THE BELL SYSTEM LOOKS FOR- WARD TO CONTINUED PROGRESS IN TELEPHONE COMMUNICATION tones over thousands of miles. “My God, it talks! ex- claimed the Emperor of Brazil before a group of scientists at the Philadelphia Exposition, as he recognized the voice of Alexander Graham Bell, dem- onstrating the new invention. Today, after a brief half- century, the telephone lines of the Bell System have become the nerves of the nation. The telephone connects citizen with citizen, city with city, state with state for the peace and prosperity of all. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH ComPANY AND AssocIATED ComPANIES SYSTEM | (LEAR YOUR SKIN of disfiguring blotches and irritations, Use Resinol FOOT EASE for TIRED, ACHING FEET