The Wilmington morning star., 1947-10-15
An Advertiser Sees His
Morning Star Delivered

ny CiC SOVC1S w 6S'
pie of more hours Of snug
sleep.
Instead of a direct, quick trip
to Wallace, Mr.. Blue directed
the panel job into every by-road
that runs off Route III. I began
the trip perched on several
packages Of Stars. But with
each crossroad Mr.. Blue took a
package from underneath me
until by the time we got around
St. Helena I was sitting on the
bare floor of the P.J.
While I don't know their
nar@Ss I do know where pretty
much of everybody lives in that
part of Southeastern North Car
DINA bisected by Highway No.
III and along the tributaries
leading up to Highway III. This
is because Mr.. Blue stopped the
P.J. at about everybody's house
to deliver a Star. Most of the
folks were still sleeping. At
least there were no lights on
in most of the houses.
I figure Mr.. Blue and the di-
minishing Star babies rode
something over 100 miles to get
from Wilmington to Wallace. If
it hadn't been for the Stars cir
culation we would have made it
in something like 80 miles.
Just in case you ever need to
know you have but to look me
up and I can tell you how Will
lard, Watha. Rocky Point, Pen
derlea, St. Helena, and dozens
of crossroads, plus the towns of
Castle Hayne and Burgaw look
in the dozy hours before dawn.
I can also offer first-hand sub
sanitation to the Audit Bureau
of Circulation on the number of
copies of The Star that Mr.. Blue
delivers each morning. Name
me one place MIR. Blue ana I
didn't stop to deliver one or
more papers the other morning
and TT teh you that place
doesn't exist in that part Of
Southeastern North Carolina
that lay along our route.
Mr.. Blue sensed my almost
uncomfortable desire to sleep,
plus my sense of Illustration
that kept a%-building as I rapidly
got barely nearer Wallace be-
cause of his insistence upon
paying a visit to each house in
Fender and Duplin Counties be-
tween here and Wallace.
He told me, for instance, he'd
just been offered a job working
for a dairy. Said the man prom
ised $25 per week, a house to
live in, and three quarts of milk
each day.
"The rs bucks, the house, and
the three quarts of milk would
have been all right" Mr.. Blue
said, shut damned if I know
how % milk a cow"
He told me l should have
been with him on such and such
a morning when ~ It was
sleetlng and the P.J. slid every
where but on the road where
it didn't stay most of the time,
and 2.) 1t was so foggy he
couldn't read the names on the
Stars and never did find out
which paper went to what peo-
pie but he didn't think it made
any difference because all Stars
are alike, and 80 1t rained so
hard the water in the road
came into the P.J. and The
Stars floated out to the custom
ers instead of him having to
throw them out.
Being sleepy and fuzzy-mind-
ed when all sorts of things are
conjured up in your brain I
thought all this trouble and
danger and hazards Mr.. Blue,
who's been driving over the
same route every morning for
the past three years, has en-
countered was very dramatic.
Put me in mind of that saying
about the post office people,
that neither rain, nor snow,
nor gloom of night can stay
these couriers from the swift
performance of their duties.
Only thing that Mr. Blue had
said that made me feel a part
Of this early morning meander
was that most of these folks
who live around here sell their
tobacco in Wallace.
Thai was heartening. Because
if all the folks Mr.. Blue delivers
Stars to each morning sell their
tobacco in Wallace we're get
ting a h--,-Well, a pas
sell of tobacco from that sec
ton.