The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-07-05

convey messages from one part of the room
to another with lightning-llke sSiftness are
still. The clicking of the instruments be
comes less irritating TO the ear as wire after
wire is cleared and the saunders cease their
monotonous metallic jabOer. Finally, as
the sun appears the room Is quiet, save for
the occasional clicking Of an instrument
with ''Tusl" message.
Sitting IN any part Of the room one can
hear an occasional message as II Is flashed
70 It's destination. At tlis hour the rush
messages nearly always bear tales of wee.
Listening closely, one can hear away off in
the distance the message of a wife to her
parents. telling them that her husband is
dead and PRAYING them TO come 10 her:
again, it is the husband who telegraphs. or
mother who informs q father that their
child is dead
An old-tlme telegrapher wandered into
the operating room one morning recently
after the papers had gone to press, and was
welcomed by one Of the groups of men by
whom he was recognized. They were talk
ing about the depressing influences of their
vocation at dawn and on Sundays
1t sometimes seems strange even to me-
70 whom it should be natural enough said
one, that death mes ages should be So
prevalent at such times Bu%, of course, it
IS due to the fact that ordinary social and
business kilograms are temporarily sus-
pended, leaving the emergency of death
messages IN possession of a monopoly of tue
wires. 1t often makes me blue, hardened to
1t as am, to sit here and listen to the tales
OF sorro y borne in these messages. | some
times find myself almos. uncOnsciously
weaving chain OF imaginary events around
the persons chiefly concerned in some of
these kilograms. On Sundays it seems as
II none but death messages pass through
our hands. As matter Of course there are
just as many any other day. but on week
days they are overs nelmed by the vast
amount of regular business, under which
they are lost sight Of Out of 10 messages
that | handled one Sunday, 149 were an
nouncementS of deaths Some of the boys
get used to handling these kilograms, but
they always make me blue. try as [ will to
overcome the feeling. OF late [ have de-
clined to work on Sundays for this reason
preferring tY lose a days pay to being
made miserable
As the sun rises higher, sending shafts of
hght INTO the great room, the clicking
ceases almost entirely for a while Then
the noise begins again with rush that
does not end until another dawn. The first
messages handled each day are those to and
from the markets From Fulton and Wash
lngton marketnen go out every morning
thousands OF me 'sages to points within half
a day of the city, asking dealers their
needs Ior Ihe DAY, or announcing that or
ders have been or will be shipped. From
hotelmen at the seashore and in the country
come innumerable orders for delicacies to
be forwarded on the first train from the
city. The business for the day is not in
full blast until about 10 o'clock, when the
rush from the stock, produce and other ex-
changes begins. This is kept up at a frantic
gait until after 8 o'clock in the afternoon,
when there is hull again until $50 o'clock
AT this hour the night force comes on duty,
and work is begun on the night rate bust
ness and press dispatches.
There Is no cessation in the rush from
that hour on until the papers have gone to
press, but at l o'clock a. M. the all-night
force comes on to finish up the work, and to
relieve some of those who have worked
steadily since 5 80 O'Clock.