During the 1940s I grew up in Atlanta's oldest neighborhood. Inman
Park. There were no dial phones. What you did was pick up the phone
and say "hello central" to the voice of an operator and tell her who
to dial. Typically, we phoned the drugstore and ordered fountain
drinks delivered to our home. A delivery boy soon arrived riding a
bicycle. And yes, he had balanced on that bike fountain cokes that had
been poured inside white V cups in aluminum holders! What a feat!
Jeannette Holland Austin