I have a few items at a local museum marketplace.... the museum is primarily a telephone museum with phones through the ages... it's interesting to watch the younger visitors try to work the dial phones.... I tell them when I was in high school, my last year, I had an apartment in a ladies house after my parents moved closer to my dad's job... my landlady was a local beautician whose phone number was 98. The phone was one of the old black bakelite phones with no dial... you picked it up, told the operator the number you wanted, or if you didn't know the number, you just asked for the person by name. I graduated in 1960.