EXTRAORDINARY TELEGRAPH FEAT.

Evening Star, Issue 3572, 4 August 1874, Page 3

EXTRAORDINARY TELEGRAPH FEAT.

The ‘ Times * repi’ints the following tale from the ‘Whitehall Times.’ Whitehall is a town in Washington country, State of New York : “ Uur miders will remember, when General Kilpatrick returned from Chili three years since, his having a remarkable operation performed upon him by a physician in New York, who removed a fleshy formation from the general’s neck by filling it full of needles, and then attaching, a galvanic battery to it. Ten minutes after the current of electricity was let on, the bunch had entirely disappeared. A remarkable operation was performed by a Whitehall physician a few days ago. A gentleman who had been suffering from a superabundance of adipose tissue consulted the physician, asking for relief from its burden. The doctor told him he could relieve him if he would consent to a painful operation. The gentleman consented, and with the medical practitioner entered the telegraph office at this place. The fat man was requested to remove his coat and vest, after which the physician surrounded him with wires, attaching the ends to a powerful battery. At a signal from the doctor, Manager Eddy let on the current. The patient writhed and twisted when he felt the current passing around him; still he stood it like a martyr. Presently he began to shrink; he grew smaller and smaller; his clothes hung in bags about his fast diminishing form; the doctor felt much pleased at the resuit of the experiment, while the formerly fat man’s joy was very great,

although he seemed to be suffering acute pain. All of a sudden there was heard a loud clicking at the instrument, as if Pandemonium’s great hall had been let loose. The operator sprang quickly to answer the call. He ascertained it was from the New York office. He quickly asked ‘What’s up V An answer came back as if some infuriated demon was at the other end of the wire. ‘ What in thunder are you about? Cut off your wires quick—you are filling the New York office with soap and grease.’ ”

A young man rode ten miles in a railway carnage with a pretty girl, one moonlight night, with the intention of popping the question: • <f4 aid ,. was ’ “ Ifc is quite moony to night.” “Yes,’she replied, “muchly.” And there wasn t another word said.