Observations and Comments, Pertinent and Otherwise, On the Sunshine and Shadows of Telephone Work |
| In days of old when a man was told
To publish a decree, He hopped a steed and put on speed, As quickly as could be. He rode about and shouted out, The things he had to tell, And if a hundred men were thus informed He was doing very well. But that crude way would never pay In these more modern times, When one may preach and his voice reach A dozen different climes. A little spark comes through the dark Upon a little wire, Its meaning read and the news is spread That set the world afire. |