The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-05

while he could shave himself, the cutting of
his own hair was an impossibility. PittS-
burg, some thirty miles from the little
station he was at, was the nearest place
wherein he could have the tonsorial feat
performed. To go to the city meant ans
other spree and consequent discharge, and
"Bogy" knew this only TOO we'll. But his
hair grew; the weather became hot and he
fretted and fumed. The comments of the
railroad men didn't add to his comfort.
Late one afternoon after a very hot day
thunder storm of remarkable intensity
came up and the lightning played hide and
seek among the relays, saunders and SWITCH
| board in "Bogy's" little 10xl0 office. Every
| minute the storm increased in intensity and
| the electrical display was grandly sublime.
| AS the cracks Of the bolts on the SWITCH
| board became more frequent and the flashes
| more luminous, Doggy" not bit fright
| ened, concluded to put the cutout plug In
| the switchboard and thereby save his i'll
struments from burning up in case the
lightning became too strong.
On the instant he applied the plug bolt
of lightning struck telegraph pole about
fifty feet from the Office and the surplus
electricity came in the switchboard over the
wire and "Bogy'sn head was wrapped in
fame The shock threw him on the floor
and for moment stunned him. Shaking
himself together he got upon his lucky es-
cape. lnero was q peculiar OuOr III Juo llb-
tie room that "Bogy" could not clearly &C.
count for, but concluded it came from the
burned silk and wax that made up the COW
ering for the Office wires.
He had just succeeded In putting his office
to rights and had returned to it, after max.
ing temporary connection where the bolt
had stuck, when train drew up for orders.
"Je-e-rusalenm shouted the conductor as
he caught sight Of "Bogy." where's your
hair9n
"Bogy ;" in alright. clapped his hands to
his head and with startled ejaculation
rushed for the little mirror hanging in a
rear corner of the office. One look was
enough "Bogy" hadn't as much hair as a
! 1-month-old baby, and strange TO relate the
| electric flame had not faxed his scalp in the
slightest. The knock-down blow old Jupi~
ter had given hin had driven the thought
! of his hair for the moment out of his mind,
| and until the conductors surprised cry had
reached him he thought his hair still needed
cutting.
dexter" THOROUGHLY SCARED.
Another good story was told, the local
! surroundings being at the little telegraph
station at Benning, just outside of Wash
. ington. At the time of the occurrence OF
, the incident herein stated an operator
/ named Brady was on duty nights and
; none loved a practical joke better than he.
! A constant lounger around the office was an
old darby named Poindexter aud a
big lazy companion named Julius. Numer-
GUS plans we're devised to make these two
| worthless steer clear of the office without
reeorting to force, but all were failures. Now
| and then Julius would be missed for two or
three nights, but Dexter" as be was called
! for brevitv sake, always turned up at night
fall and left with the break Of day.
The telegraph office proper was small
partitioned-off apartment from the waiting
room for passengers apd contained one
chair. On the evening in question terri
| HE storm broke suddenly over the section
and about a dozen people, Dexter" in
Guided, took refuge in the station. Con-
siderable of the down-pouring rain came in
under the door aud was swept by BRADY
| into the little telegraph apartment. A wet
door will act as an effective ground or mag"