The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-11
EMMETT WEATHER REPORT.
A weeks record of the government
weather station, as furnished by Lo-
cal Weather Observer H. t. Davis:
DADBURN THE PHONE
Amusing Story of Good Old Lady's
Experience Telephoning

Experience ieiepHOihHB
There had been washout on ;
rural railroad line in New England
and it became necessary for the pas
sengers to remain overnight in vii
lage tavern. One of the delayed pas
sengers, an elderly lady of great vigoi
of body and voice, undertook to com
municate by telephone with her fam
lily in town some fifteen miles dis.
tant. Apparently unaccustomed tc
telephoning, she seemed to feel that
one Of the essentials to success in
working the blamed thing" as she
called the telephone, was that she
should use her lungs to their utmost
capacity, and this she did, IL the edi-
ficstion of the guests in the hotel par
lor, office, dining room, kitchen, and
the second and third floors of the
house, all of them hearing her say in
shrill and shrieking notes:
"That you, Melissy? Huh? You
can't hear me? Well | can hear you!
Now you listen and-huh? What's
that? Who is it? Why, it's me-
your NAL Git that? You can't hear
me? Good Lord Almighty, should
think you could hear me without tel
lyphone loud as I'm yelling / am
here in Wallington-W allington--yes,
Wallingl seem to have got that
anyhow | been washed out and
huh? You don't git it? | don't see
why you don't when git you! am
in Wellington - W-a-l-l-i-n-g-t-o-n
and-no, no, not Wilberham never
said Wilberhhml | said Wallingham
the place where your Uncle Henry
used to live and where-no, no,
did't say | was at your Uncle
Henry'sl left there at 'leven o'clock
this forenoon an got this far an got
washed out an | got to-huh?
didn't get that! Now listen to me! l.
nm-here-in- Wellington, the place
where they make suspenders-the
place we come once to a Baptist con-
vention and-no, no, amt at no con-
ventionl | never said | was! / am
here in the tavern at Wellington, be-
cause | got washed out an | got to
stay here all night, an Mis- Morse
she is here too an she wants you to
phone her husband an tell him she's
been washed out an that-you don't
git half | says? | reckon it's because
all the other fourteen people on the
inc are listenin' in Tell 'em to hang
up their receivers-drat 'em! It's
,ostin' me Is cents for this phone an I
did git that / an Mis- Morse
ire washed out here in Wellington.
III. my sould an body, never said
hat we was doing washin' here in
never said nothing
bout Wilberham! It's W-a-l-l-i-n-g- ,,
-o-n! It's the second time I've SPELL :
d it out for you. Mis- Morse an me Q
We been washed out an we are here
t the Sorrel House tavern an we
uh? Sorrl horse? / never said
othin' about any sorrell horse? Why +
a time you reckon I'd be payin' 10
ents at nine o'clock at night to talk G
bout anybody's sorrel horse? ! said
ne Sorrell House the tavern over in
Arlington, where we are washed out
n where-you don't hear nothin' but
burning sound? Well, | reckon if W
Il the others on our line won't hang 81
p their receivers | might as well N
ang up this one! | reckon you folks e,
i'll lay awake all night wonderin' C
hat has become o. Mis- Morse an
el Drat the telleyphone anyhow"