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　　Information Please　　When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person her name was Information Please and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anybodys number and the correct time.　　My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didnt seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.　　The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. Information Please, I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear,Information.　　I hurt my finger... I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.　　Isnt your mother home? came the question.　　Nobodys home but me, I blubbered.　　Are you bleeding? the voice asked.　　No, I replied. I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.　　Can you open your icebox? she asked. I said I could.Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger, said the voice　　After that, I called Information Please for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our