(1956 November)
The other night the phone rang about 10:30 and Daddy rose from his warm bed to answer. No one on the line. Dead silence. But now and then a loud and long ring, after which he would bellow "Hell O." Then came a fearful ring in his ear that brot forth an oath - and then - nice as you please - he was connected with his father. After a little legal chat back and forth, Grandfather said he was sorry he could not come for Thanksgiving as he had already accepted an invitation; however, he could come Friday.
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