Bell Telephone, January 1954

Night comes on and spreads a blanket of darkness upon sleeping cities and town. Here and there a lone policeman. In the distance a clock tolling the hour.

 

In the dark silence of the night there is one light forever burning...a voice that is never stilled. That light is the light in the telephone exchange. That voice is the voice of your telephone. Its very presence gives a feeling of security and of nearness to everyone.

 

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