St. Johns review. (Saint Johns, Or.) 1904-current, 1906-03-09
POSTOFF|CE TROUBLES.
Few People Ever Consider What
The Average Postmaster
UnGergOes.

Did you ever consider of that
multitude of vexations which come
to the postmaster day in and day
outl Even to the postmaster of an
Office where there are not more
than four or FIVE hundred patrons
If you haven't just take up your
post near the delivery window some
fairly busy day and jot down the
kicks, the sarcasm, the petulence,
and to a certain extent the abuse,
given through the window in the
course of the day. 1t will set you
thinking and you will come TO the
conclusion that the career OF a
postmaster is one not strewn with
roses.
The woman who is expecting a
letter that is long overdue is the
first at the window. "Tm sure
that letter must be here" No,
there is no letter-not even postal
card. "Well, he said he'd write
last Tuesday-and here il is Mon
day: have you any idea when 1t
will Gomez If you look over that
pile of letters once more I'm sure
you'll find itf' Aud once more
the pile of letters is gone over.
well, il il doesn't come in the
next mail there's going to be
trouble about it-because | just
know he wrote"
"Say you, that fellow never re-
ceived his money ! sent a couple OF
weeks ago" commences the big
man. 'You remember that ]
bought a money order and he says
that he didn't get the money.
What's the matter with your burned
old office, anyway The matter
is looked up and found TO be as the
man stated. Then he is asked II he
put the order IN the letter. What
orderp" Why, the order that was
handed out when he paid his
money. Was that an order
Thunder, thonght that was a
receipt an guess have Il IN my
pockctbook. | didn't know YOU
gave me that to put IN the Letter" "
lie looks aud there finds that he
failed 10 send the order-hence the
money is still waiting for the man
at the other end OF the line.
And 80 Il goes all day. a little
reasoning--a little judgment--will
save vast amount Of worry and
bother A poem just at hand ex'
plains the matter IN a way very
en,cr,aining-and were II not SO
lengthy we would reprint the
article entire. As Il is we have
room for but a few verSes-bul
these will show the trend OF the
whole. Here they afe--and the
entire poem should be in the hands
OF everyone. II Is called The
Lament OF The Fourth.ClaSs Post
MASTER
mir. Postmaster, bring my mail ou, here
Ia me-
Came voice of command from out
side.
Which broke into his mind with jerk
ol surprise,
That a person should orlcr him round
Ia that wise
N though trying Ia humble his pride
whats the reason my paper don't come
every dayl"
Was question that struck him a'
queer,
lust ~ though he could tell why ia,
mails were delayed.
Of the place Ia where this daily paper
had stnycd,
ar an time, why 1, did not aPIcar.
whats the postage on this'" aud q
neat little roll
Was thrust IN, which he laid an the
scales,
"li there's writing inside il will cost You
four cents.
"Do YOU think that I'm going Ia pay
you that eNpcnsc
TO send that little thing through the
nails
lis there any express a, the depo, for
mef'
Was a question that hlled him with
wonder.
Aud the question had at him so often
been flung,
That this answer VAS OFT on the tip of his
tongue,
Go and see, or else, 90 plumb to
thunder"
Ru, he didn't, ior speeohes more trying
than this
Reached his ears with far more Az
graNailon,
"lt is queer that my package did not
come today"
When he knew that the order she had
sent away
Had not had time to reach its desti-
nation.