Baby’s Got a Tooth
The telephone rang in my office to-day,
as it often has tinkled before.
I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
for a telephone call is a bore;
And I thought, “It is somebody wanting to know
the distance from here to Pekin.”
In a tone that was gruff I shouted “Hello,”
a sign for the talk to begin.
“What is it?” I asked in a terrible way.
I was huffy, to tell you the truth,
Then over the wire I heard my wife say:
“The baby, my dear, has a tooth!”
I have seen a man jump when the horse that he
backed finished first in a well-driven race.
I have heard the man cheer, as a matter of fact,
and I’ve seen the blood rush to his face;
I’ve been on the spot when good news has come
in and I’ve witnessed expressions of glee
That range from a yell to a tilt of the chin; and
some things have happened to me
That have thrilled me with joy from my toes to
my head, but never from earliest youth
Have I jumped with delight as I did when she
said, “The baby, my dear, has a tooth.”
I have answered the telephone thousands of times for messages both good and bad; I’ve received the reports of most horrible crimes, and news that was cheerful or sad; I’ve been telephoned this and been telephoned that, a joke, or an errand to run; I’ve been called to the phone for the idlest of chat, when there was much work to be done; But never before have I realized quite the thrill of a message, forsooth, Till over the wire came these words that I write, “The baby, my dear, has a tooth.”