Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-01-19
Telegraphic Ticks.

Two YOUNG men, telegraph operators,
board at one of our leading third-class
hotels, and being of somewhat hilarious
disposition, find great amusement in carry
ing on conversation with each other at
the table by ticking on their plates with
knife, fork, or spoon. For the lnforma-
tion of those not acquainted with tele-
graphy, itmay be well to state that com
binatiOn of sounds or ticks constitute the
telegraphic alphabet, and persons familiar
with these sounds can converse therrhr s
intelligently as with spoken words he
young lightning as already stated,
were in the habit of indulging in table,
talk by this means whenever they desired
to say anything private to each other
For instance, No. l would pick up his
knife and tick off some such remark as
this to No . Why is this butter like
the otfense of Hamlets uncle?' No 3
81 give it up" No. l. Because it's rank
and smells to Heaven" OF course the
joke is not appreciated by the landlord,
who sits close by, because he doesn't
understand telegraphic ticks, and proba-
bly, he wouldn't appreciate it much if he
did but the jokers enjoy it immensely
and laugh immoderately, while the other
guests wonder what can he the occasion
for this merriment, and naturally conclude
the operators must be idiots.
A few days ago, while these funIoving
youths were seated at breakfast, n stout
built young man entered the diningroom
with II handsome girl on his arm, whose
blushing cOuntcnance showed her to be q
bride. The couple had, in fact, been
married but day or two previous, and
had come to San Francisco from theil
home in Oakland, or Mud Springs, or
some other rural village, for the purpose
of spending the honeymoon. The tcle
graphic tickers commenced us soon as the
husband and wife had seated themselves
No. /. opened the discourse as follows
( ''What lovely little pigeon this is along
side of me-aint she?'
/ No. .. Perfectly charming-look7 Il,
/ if butter wouldn't melt i'm her mouth
Just married, | guess don't you think
SO?"
No. /. "Yes, should Judge she was
What luscious lips she's got! If thai
country pumpkin beside her was out o.
the road, I'd give her hug and Il kis,
just for luck
No. ?. "SuppoSe you try it, anyhow
Give her little nudge under the tabl,
with your knee"
There is no telling to what extent In,
llnpuuenJ fdhCAlS lulgnl nave gone DUl 10
an amazing and entirely unforeseen event
The Dridegroom's face had flushed and
dark scowl was on his brow during Tia,
progress of the ticking conversation; bu
the operators We're too much occupiet
with each other to pay any attention t,
him. The reader may form some idea o
the young mems CONSERVATION when tn,
partner of the lady picked up his knif
and licked off the following tersc bu
vigorous message:
"This lady is my wife, and.as soon a
she gets through with her breakfast
propose to wiring both your necks-yol
insolent whelps."
The cOuntenances of the operators fel
very suddenly when this message com
menced. BY the time it ended they hat
lost all appetite and appreciation of Jokes
and slipped out of the dining room in
very rapid and unceremonious manner
1t seems the bridegroom was telegraph
OPERATOR and "knew how it was himself.
san francisco Chronicle.