San Andreas independent., 1856-11-08
From the Boston Traveller.

From the Boston Traveller
An Irishman in the Telegraph Office
can is this Houses telegraph" asked
Hibernian, the other day, as he entered
the Office in the 1'raueler buildings. On
being informed that il was, dialogue en-
sued, of which the following is as near
verbatim report as our reporter was able to
obtain:
Pals Misther House in?
C2erh.-No. [ attend to the business
here.
Pat-Och ye do! Well, can ye send
to me brother Mick, in New York
Uerh.-Yes. Have you your message
written?
Pat-O bother Divil aneed of givin'
Mick missage in writin', at all. Just
give him this five dollar bill, sure, for to
help pay the fine the blaokguards putupon
him.
Clerk.-But we can't send money by
telegraph. Money must 90 by mail.
Pat.-Shure what 'ud | 90 buy male
for. An isn't it three pecks of illigant
male [ have in the house already
C2erk.-No. You don't understand.
| mean by Post.
Pat.-Post is it? In letter? An ye
can't send it by the telegraph?
Clerk.-No. All we can do is, if you
have message we can send that That
is, we can charge the wire with electricity
and make it write in New York whatever
you wish.
Pat.-lfohe aright, is it. Well, now,
bedad, that's the thing entirely Just
make 1t right with Mick, an here's the
five dollars, ayick
Clerk (slghAy ceced).-We can do
nothing of thesortl | mean we can aorite,
print the words you want to say to your
brother, in New York.
Pat (scratching his head uth q puz-
zled air).-f ye can do that, just be af-
ther discoorsin wild him soon as ye like!
Clcrk.-But you must write the mes
sage you wish to send, upon this bit of
paper
Pat.-Och. bad luck to it. / haven't
the gift O writin' at all, sure.
Here the clerk arranges his paper, and
prepares to write the message for Pat him.
self
Uerk.-What's your brothers name?
Pat.-Mick.
Uerk.-And what is his other name?
Pat.-Same as my own. Sure we're
brothers!
Clerk know that But what is he
called?
Pat-What is he called? @! well, in
the ovid country they called him "Shille-
lah Mick" bekase of the mighty fine taste
he had at swingin' that bit of twig; and
many's the sconce he cracked like an ovid
taypot, when
Clerk (eaasperated II don't care
what they called him in Ireland Give
me his other name. It is "Mick" what.
Pat.-Och, botheration, no! Mick Watt
is my cousin, as lives in the county Ker-
ry, and been dead those five years-heaven
rest his sowl
C1erk.-Confound it. Can't you tell
me your brothers other name? He has
one besides Michael, hasn't he?
Pdt.-O yes! Shure why didn't ye tell
me that what ye wanted before-for faith,
as sure's my name is Pat Finnegan, ye
should have been towld the family name
of my ancestors, begorra!
C.erk.-Ah! Finnegan's the name.
Pat.-No, jewel - Nick Finnegan.-
Divil an R. Finnegan is there in the fam
lily, savin' Rory. He has listed for So
ger.
Clerk proceeds to write message to
" Mick" as dictated by Pat,-after which
he counts the words in the dispatch, and
says" Here are eighteen words. The
first ten will cost you forty cents and the
others twenty-four, making sixty-four cents
In all.
Pat.-O bother the first tin words -
Shure Mick'll never miss 'em. Send the
last
Czerk.-We can't do that. You must
pay forty cents at any rate.
Pdt.-Sorra bit can I do that. Shure
ye may tell Mick that the rason of his git