Recently, the following colloquy took place between the secretary in our San Antonio, Texas bureau and an anonymous telephoner. Said our girl, answering the phone : Garfield ni-yon, three-seven-one.
Garfield ni-yon, three-seven-one.
Well. . . ? (spoken this time with some exasperation).
This is TIME Incorporated.
Well! Then what time is it?
This is the TIME Magazine office. You want the telephone company's Time Service Bureau.
Oh, TIME Magazine! I thought . . . well, I didn't know you had an office down here. Say, you don't happen to know what time it is?
Not wanting anybody...