Evening Star Newspaper, July 4, 1926, Page 55

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON. D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—JULY 4. 1926, THE TELEGRAPH OFFICE By W. E. HILL Copyright. 1026, by the Chicazo Tribune. UL Tt o T S + Frank and Milt are senaing a humorous telegram. They can hardly contain themselves, for its comicalities. The people on the other end are not going to be nearly as convulsed as Frank and Milt when the message arrives in the early hours of the morning. Fay is one of thosc superficial blondes whose report card in grammar school was always sent home with a note irom the teacher which ran, “Fay has a good brain, but she won't use it.” But just now Fay is trying, oh. so hard, to use it. “Missed connection New Haven on account daylight saving. Wire me what do. Lost trunk check. What do. Fay." So runs the telegram Fay is sending_home. This is Bernie, the night messenger boy. The uniform was a wow on the boy who got the sack last week, but Bernie seems to be one of those off sizes. . “Missed train. Sister Messenger boy -with a rush message, watching with pleasurable antici- pation a window dresser at work. The traveling man, far from the little home, is sending a night letter to the wife. Can’t thinkof a good wind-up. ) I S T T T e T T —— “Many happy returns of the day.” Never send a cheerful message by Morse code to a family where- in the sight of a yellow envelope is greeted by doubt and distrust bordering on hysterics. Look. will you, at what the unopened birthday salutation from Cousin Nellie has done to Mrs. Mould and her two charming children. “Oh, dear, Oh, dear,” wails Mrs. Mould, “I know it’s to say your father has been_run over by a motor truck! u open it, Coralic, I'm afraid to.” Meet Mr. Brown, ticket agent, baggage smasher and telegraph operator, all in one, of the small town railroad station. If not on hand at the tele- graph desk, he can be found at the ticket window or in the baggage room. - sick. Must stay in city.” Ingebord, the flower of Stockholm, is sending this message collect to a trusting family in the country, who expect her to work for them. Inge- bord hates the country. “Have' they a tele- phone?” asks Mae, who does the honors of the telegraph desk, for per- haps the hundredth time today.