Show vie hie telephone girl the following from the pen of a sigurd pot poet shows that the muse of poetry hus has not entire deserted sevier count the telephone girl sits in her chair and listens to voices from everywhere she hears bears all the troubles she pets gets ill all the news she knows who is happ and who has the blues she knows all our sorrows gorro wB and of our joys she knows every girl who he is C chasins cha sini the byi she known of our pleasures 4 re e knows of our strife she knows every man kho he is mean to lo his bis wife wie she known nawl every time we are out with the boys and all the each fellow employs if if tre c telephone pirl girl would cold tell nil all she bhe knowe know it would turn all our friends into bilt bitterest foes she would raise a sadil breeze that would eoon bo be a gall engulf us in trouble and elrd us in jail she could ret get nil all the churches mixed lp in a fight arid and turn all our daa into sorrowing borrowing night in net she ehe could keep the whole town in a stew if she ho told 1 i I tenth part of the things thing that he knew when service is rotten d dont alt be a an u old id churl but thit k what 3 iou OU 0 a to tile the tele pi ill one girl |