The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-03
COUNTRY POsTMAsTERs' WOES.
Some of the BOres That Annoy the
Man of Mail.

From the Philadelphia Record.
Elkton, Md.-If there be one individual
who has cause to regret the advent Of
prohibition into Cecil county, Mary
land, he must be the post
master of small town near
here, in spite of the fact that the gem
tleman in question has never been a de-
voice to the flowing bowl. Adjoining his
office, however-actually under the same
roof-there was, until it was closed by the
result of the local option election, which
went into force on May l, a bar-room, of
whose extinction it is now difficult to con-
vince many of its erstwhile patrons from
the surrounding district.
And this, at the cost of patience of the
poor postmaster. He is being daily visited
by almost dozens of thirsty souls, who
approach the stamp window and endeavor
to thrust an empty bottle through, with
the request that it be filled up with some
thing real good" In vain does the pa
tient postmaster trot out his now stereo-
typed reply that his visitor SIS in the
wrong pew" The latter will strenuously
protest that the place must be a hotel"
that he needs liquor" and lis forced to
have some" and many minutes Of valua-
BILE time are expended in drumming into
his thick skull the fact that the country
has gone dry"
Great Scott" said the man of mail
the other day. Just wait in here awhile
and see how / am bored to death" The
invitation was accepted but all the bores
were not found to be those in search Of
whisky.
In came a little girl Of such diminutive
stature that her face could not reach the
stamp window, and she was consequently
unrecognized by the postmaster
"Any mail for mother?" she inquired.
Who is your mother?"
Mrs. Brown"
mo; nothing for her.
She had scarcely taken her departure
than another unknowA parsonage in the
form of an old woman enters, with the
vague yet comprehensive inquiry if there
are amy letters for me or anybody else?"
To her succeeded a country belle, evident
ly as fussy as nervous She inquired of
package had arrived for her, and was
given a negative reply.
well. that's strange" said She ut
ought to be here. Maybe you have over
looked it?'
1t was only about o'clock in the morn
ing, but the young lady followed up this
remark by inquiring if the / o'clock mail
was not then in, adding that SISTER said
she would send that package soon"
Next to come was another young lady
who, according to the postmaster, had been
coming there several times daily for three
months past. in search of letter which
had never arrived, and who always re-
fused to be satisfied of its non-arrival I'M
til he had gone over the letters a second
time. Here are her questions and the re-
sponses to them:
ANY letter for me here now" with
decided emphasis on the last word.
"No, miss"
"Oh, my, there must be. You have sure
ly overlooked it. Please see again.
ought to have 1t by this time. There must
be something the matter. You say there is
nothing here for me. Can you tell me
when a letter will come? I mean what
time will the next lot of letters come in?"
One offthe postmaster's bette noir is an
old colored woman, who, as is usual with
bores of most kinds, will invariably pres
ent herself when, the guardian Of the mail
is most busy
"Aint dat lettah come frum George yit?"
is her usual query and has been such for
three years past On being told there is no
letter for her she always winds up with:
Won't yo' please tell me when George
will write2 He's treatin his old mother
powerful mean"
A volume might be written on the trials
of a country postmaster and many morals
deduced therefrom, by no means the least
potent of which would be to never accept
the postmastership of an Office adjoining
a bar room when the country is in danger
Of going dry"