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 Every morning for years, at about 11:30, the telephone operator in a small Sierra-Nevada town received a call from a man asking the exact time.
One day the operator summed up nerve enough to ask him why the regularity. "I'm foreman of the local sawmill," he explained. "Every day I have to blow the histle at noon so I call you to get the exact time." "That's really funny," the operator giggled, "all this time we've been setting our clock by your whistle."
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