And that reminded me of a scene in the Laurel and Hardy film, Blotto. Olly goes into a phone booth to call Stan. He
unhooks the ear piece, which connects him to the exchange, and then speaks into
the fixed mouthpiece: ‘Oxford
0614.’ No dial on the equipment, you see. It’s done through the operator. That
was in the days when people ran the show, not machines.
There comes a point at which he’s getting increasingly
frustrated. He leans forward and yells into the mouthpiece: ‘Don’t you hang up
on me!’ It’s the leaning forward that gives it the edge. It wouldn’t be half as
powerful if he’d been using a mobile.
And onto another little sidestep:
As a kid I used to be fascinated by characters in films who
wandered around the room while they were talking on the phone, holding the base
in one hand and the earpiece or handset in the other. I was amazed that the
phone would have so much cable attached, and it was the cable I found myself
watching. I wanted to see whether it would get snagged behind a table leg, or knock
a vase over, or get dragged under a sleeping dog and startle the poor thing. It
never did, and that was when I realised that films lie. I suppose it says
something for modern times that cordless and mobile phones mean the film makers
don’t have to lie any more.
Sidestepping back:
I gather you can get a facsimile candlestick phone these
days for under $50. Doesn’t seem much to get a bit of style and romance back
into the art of communication, does it? Having your very own operator would
cost rather more, of course.
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