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THE TELEPHONE GIRL.

Ah, pretty one, for many a day (You’re pretty, that I know ; The voice that echoes far away In somewhere tells me so) I’ve wondered why you always say, ‘ Hello, hello, hello !’ I tell you plainly whom I want; 1 pause and maae it slow. It seems you love your might to flaunt While I indignant grow ; You keep it up, this tiresome taunt, ‘ Hello, hello, hello!’ No doubt you smilingly deride My wrathful words that flow. ’Tis sad that time you’ve not applied To learning years ago, To say a few short words beside ‘ Hello, hello, hello !’

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 42, 17 October 1891, Page 500

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THE TELEPHONE GIRL. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 42, 17 October 1891, Page 500

THE TELEPHONE GIRL. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 42, 17 October 1891, Page 500