THE TELEPHONE DIRECTORY

No Malory of old romance,

No Crusoe tale, it seems to me,

Can equal in rich circumstance

This telephone directory.

No ballad of fair ladies’ eyes,

No legend of proud knights and dames,

Can fill me with such bright surmise

As this great book of numbered names!

How many hearts and lives unknown,

Rare damsels pining for a squire,

Are waiting for the telephone

To ring, and call them to the wire.

Some wait to hear a loved voice say

The news they will rejoice to know

At Rome 2637 J

Or Marathon 1450!

And some, perhaps, are stung with fear

And answer with reluctant tread:

The message they expect to hear

Means life or death or daily bread.

A million hearts here wait our call,

All naked to our distant speech —

I wish that I could ring them all

And have some welcome news for each!