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The Fast Mail A freckled lad drove a panting flivver twenty miles through vir- | gin pine forests to drop a postal cid into an obscure rural post of- fice. A faithful country postmaster drove a buggy eighteen miles over ruts and rocks to the ni st rail- road station, where the card was whisked aboard a roaring limited train. All night) armed mail clerks toiled by the dim light of ing lanterns as the huge train dered through the landscape. ilroad terminal one aded on a fast truck which dashed through the streets of the seething city to an outlying irport. Here the pouch ‘was dropped into a high-powered plane. Piloted by the crack flyer of the service, the ship zoomed through storms high over danger- ous mountains and uncharted stretches, now dipping perilously 1s it struck a hidden air pocket, now racing blindly ahead to de- struction or its destination. At another great city trick picked up the pouch con- taining the postal and raced through lanes of traffic to a main post office. Here pale, perspiring clerks worked at top speed sort- ing the mail. Our particular was shot through pneumatic tub ind reached a branch post office in the suburbs. Here it was re- moved and turned over to a veteran letter carrier. Out into the driving rain of a mad summer storm plodded the faithful old public servant and deposited the postal in the mail hox of a gaudy apartment house. Late that blonde came a speedy afternoon a buxom home from the movies and picked up the postal. On it was scribbled: “Am hav- scrumptious time. Sleep rt blankets every night. Gus ind me wish you was here... Sophie.” Artucer L. Lirpaaxs “I hear Joe Black lost his voice campaign speaking.” “Yes, he’s suing the “Old Scold” company for compensa- tion for his lost caws.” Where working together is everything An Advertisement of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company Ir 1s the aim of the Bell System that anyone any- where in the country can pick up a telephone and talk to anyone anywhere else clearly and ‘without ‘delay. That is the meaning of universal s vice. To provide it, the means of telephoning must *be uniformly good. Each of the 24 operating companies of the Bell System has full access to all the improve- ments and methods that are con- tinually being made. There are soco workers on the staffs of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company and the Bell Laboratories whose sole oc- cupation is to develop constantly improving methods and equip ment for the 350,000 employees of the Bell System to use in serving the public. The results of the efforts are evident, not only in the extension of telephone service across the Atlantic, but in the constantly improving local and long distance service at home. The very nature of the tele- phone business necessitates a single interconnected system. The American Telephone and Tele- graph Company accepts its re- sponsibility for a nation-wide tele- phone service as a public trust. It is fundamental in the policy of the Company that all earnings after regular dividends and a sur- plus for financial security be used to give more and better service to the public. “I don’t think the Meiers are so well off as they were. “Why do you think that?” t time I was there two people had to play one piano.” —Der Buemaen, Berlin married men are out- BITTERS ue a Tablespoon in a s of Ginger Ale or Wate A Good Tonic and Palatable. Sample of Bitters by mail 25 cts. C. W. ABBOTT & CO. Baltimore, Md. comicbooks.com