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The Times Picayune
Tuesday August 24, 1954
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Compiled by Jeannette K. Rook
February 23, 2014
AUTHOR: ELLA CHEEVER THAYER [1849-1925]
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Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes
This book published in 1879 mulls what how authentic a romance can be that is mediated over the wire by two telegraph operators.
Telegraph Operator at the age 19. She is solely supporting herself without the aid of a man. Until one day, she strikes a conversation with operator Handler named C. The conversation starts out simple and then she wonders C is a man or a woman. She finds C is a male operator. Innocent Flirtation starts and they communicate. C is the one and only Clem Stanwood. A College Friend of Ralfy Quimby
Nattie lives in the Hotel Norman owned by Miss Betsy Kling.
Clem Stanwood makes it perfectly clear when Miss Kling assumes hank panky is going on when she realize the rooms are wired up and she knew about the feast when she was trying too] evict Nattie from the Hotel. Clem stands up to her to clear Nattie of any wrong doing and he professes his love for Nattie and in the end they are married.
Female Telegraph Operator: Nattie refers her to as a Mark Tapley Page 26
Lives in the Same Hotel Norman with Nattie [Widower]
She was not happy about the feast or that the rooms were wired up. She is a respectable woman. Until Clem stands, up to her and declares his love for Miss Nathalie Rogers
Lives in Hotel Norman Artist, Quite type has reveals emotional side to Miss Cynthia “Cyn” Archer opera Singer
Who took off with Mrs. Duchess Simonson personal hygiene products?
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired:
The daughter of a hundred Earls,
You are not one to be desired.
I know you proud to bear your name,
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,
Too proud to care from whence I came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake
A heart that doats on truer charms.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Some meeker pupil you must find,
For were you queen of all that is,
I could not stoop to such a mind.
You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.
The lion on your old stone gates
Is not more cold to you than I.
You put strange memories in my head.
Not thrice your branching limes have blown
Since I beheld young Laurence dead.
Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies:
A great enchantress you may be;
But there was that across his throat
Which you hardly cared to see.
When thus he met his mother's view,
She had the passions of her kind,
She spake some certain truths of you.
That scarce is fit for you to hear;
Her manners had not that repose
Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
There stands a spectre in your hall:
The guilt of blood is at your door:
You changed a wholesome heart to gall.
You held your course without remorse,
To make him trust his modest worth,
And, last, you fix'd a vacant stare,
And slew him with your noble birth.
From yon blue heavens above us bent
The grand old gardener and his wife 
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
You pine among your halls and towers:
The languid light of your proud eyes
Is wearied of the rolling hours.
In glowing health, with boundless wealth,
But sickening of a vague disease,
You know so ill to deal with time,
You needs must play such pranks as these.
If Time be heavy on your hands,
Are there no beggars at your gate,
Nor any poor about your lands?
Oh! teach the orphan-boy to read,
Or teach the orphan-girl to sew,
Pray Heaven for a human heart,
And let the foolish yoeman go.
[Footnote 1: 1842 and 1843. "The gardener Adam and his wife." In 1845 it was altered to the present text.]
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: Lady Clara Vere De Vere
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Morse Code was invented by Samuel Morse for use over telegraph lines in 1835.Morse Code was invented by Samuel Morse for use over telegraph lines in 1835.
This edition uses the text of the first volume edition of 1865, and includes the original illustrations, a chronology, a list for further reading, and appendices on the illustrations and serial plans. Adrian Poole’s introduction examines biblical allusions and the central themes of Our Mutual Friend.
Dickens's customary social commentary, Dombey and Son, explores the possibility of moral and emotional redemption through familial love.
Cyn tells of her pigheaded father is worthy of Eugene Wrayburn’s M.R.F. mutual Friend
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