The telephone girl sits still in her chair And listens to voices from everywhere, She hears all the gossip, she hears all the news, She knows who is happy, and who has the blues; She knows all our sorrows, she knows all our joys; She knows every girl who is chasing the boys; She knows of our troubles, she knows of our strife, She knows every man who is mean to his wife; She knows every time we are out with the boys, She hears the excuses each fellow employs; She knows every woman that has a dark past, She knows every man that is inclined to be fast; In fact there's a secret 'neath each saucy curl Of that quiet, demure looking telephone girl. If the telephone girl would tell all she knows, It would turn half our friends into bitterest foes; She's sow a small wind that would soon be a gale, And engulf us in trouble and land us in jail, She would let go a story (which gaining in force) Would cause half our wives to sue for divorce; She would get all the churches mixed up in a fight And turn all our days into sorrowing nights, In fact, she would keep all the world in a stew, If she told a tenth part of the things she knew. Now doesn't that set your head in a whirl, When you think what you owe the telephone girl?

Springfield has 16,000 telephones and 225 direct toll lines to 40 cities and towns. 100,000 calls are made daily through the central switchboard on which are 15,000 tiny electric lights. There are 350 local employees, and 30,000 miles of wire in the city. A Million Dollars is invested in buildings and equipment. We are at the top in per capita use of "Hello."