New Britain herald., 1927-02-12

the time of the article a four year old. She was light bay with white star on her forehead and white ankles.
 Among the other horses handled by Mir. Goodrich there were Frank w." May" Landmark" "Hamp- ton," Little Jim," "Amble" and the mystery colt, Lambert whose worth was not known on that sunny afternoon in May when the report CT visited the stables. He reassured the public at that time that Fred will work Lambert and expects to have him in condition soon to make the old ones travel"
 "A handsome span of bay mares. Fanny and Maud are in training for a New Britain party" the un- known journalist goes on to state. 'They 15-3, weigh 1,050 each, are very closely matched. splendid roaders and very stylish" Then, fearing that his praise might seem faint, he finishes with the words There is nothing like them here abouts."
 Completing the article, the paper states "Then there is a Morgan mare | that Mir. Goodrich runs around town with"
 So the ghosts of dead horses can- ter across the yellow and cracking sheet which rolled through the presses of another generation. Ghosts of be-Whiskered judges and trainers, ghosts of long passed trot- ting parks, ghosts of exciting spec tators all combine to give the article of 1892 its flavor. To many minds today, the ghosts seem more than shadows and to one who has loved and handled horses as Mir. Goodrich has, the ghosts live once more in stories of those other days
 Every once in so often we pick up a magazine and see an advertisement which shows a very placid and hap py being talking over long distance telephone to another very placid and happy being. We used to believe the ad, but lately cynicism, like can- cer, has begun to spread it's insidi- ous growth over the whole situation. We have a suspicion that all is not as it might be in reference to long distance calls.
 We tried it out recently and we have just got back to the stage where smoking cigarets doesn't irritate our sore throat. Somebody, probably the advertising manager of the long dis tance company. is telling fibs.
 We started out blithely enough. We put in the call nd sat down to wait for the operator to follow out the please hurry with which we ha tagged our request for the dis tant number. Three or four hours later we decided that it was all a big joke with somebody and we gave up the call for lost.
 We were in bed and the room had just chilled to that discoura ging tem- perature which only our room is ca pablo of chilling to. when the phone jingled cheerily. It was our long lost call waiting across miles of icy wastes to get us out of bed. The operator squawlled some words in O ear and vanished. Three or four dull clicks and an alarming squeal were the only occupants of the wire when we shouted Hello" Six or seven "Hello's" in rapid succession brought one more despairing click and our bare feet began to feel the effects of the cold night air Opera- tr' finally burst in to say, "Youah Pahty's waiting foah you"
 Then ensued the following conver-- sation:
 We: HELLO. HELLO. HELLO HELLOHELLO." -,.--
 The Wire: Flock block .blip.
 Operator: "Youah pahtys ready foah you"
 We: well puttem ON. HELLO"
 Faint Murmur: Hello"
 We: (Joyously): HELLO, Bill? This is Ed"
 Operator: "Youah pahty's waiting foGn you. PLEASE answah them"
 We: HELLO, BILL?
 Voice: Hello. whoozzis. hello"
 Wire: Brrrrrrr--plock!
 Voice: Hello. ..whoozis?"
 We: HELLO, BILL. THIS IS ED. JUST CALLED YOU"
 Operator: "R F ADY WITH sHREVEsPORT"
 We: Hello. Bill ?"
 Voice Every clearly): Yes, is thls you Ed?"
 We: "Yes. say lissen. Bill, I just called you up to tell you"
 Voice (growing fainter) Cant hear word you -"
 Wire: Bong. .blop. .bip bip bip crang.
 We: "Omigod. BILL?"
 Complete silence.
 Operator: "Youah pahty's waiting foah you"
 We get carried off to bed In deliri- um as the Operator jingles the bell again to signify that she is READY I-