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Diners in a Harrisburg restaurant last evening were treated to a real comedy. A gentleman, presumably from out-of-town, went to the telephone to put in a call.
"I want to speak to the City Hospital, in Worcester, Massachusetts." He said it thus, "In Wooster, Mass." And then the fun began.
"No, no. I don't want Manchester. I want Wooster, Mass."
"I ain't Jewish. You talk like a German."
"My number? I ain't got none. I want the City Hospital in Worcester, Mass."
"Hello, hello! Is this Worcester, Mass? The long-distance operator? Well, where's that other jane? I could understand her, but you don't talk English."
And so the conversation, or rather that end of it which could be heard in the restaurant went on for many minutes. The reporter finished a plate of chicken, drained his coffee cup, and as he went out the door, passed the man from out-of-town, still calling for "Wooster, Mass."
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