Judge — May 31, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“Neither Snow, Nor Rain, Nor Heat, Nor Night, Nor a Flat-footed Postman—” By Jack Cluett Frere solemn, elderly gentlemen, wearing the Confederate uniform of the Post Office Department, sat round a maho; y table in the con- ference room of Post Office Headq) ters. On the center of the table 1 in air-mail stamp and a cancellation machine which bore the impression l5e for the first 14 mile and 5e for cach additional 4.” The postmaster blew a blast on his postman’s whistle and the room was silent. “Gentlemen of the Post Office De- partment, I have called this meeting to order for the purpose of opening some new mail routes and expediting deliveries throughout — the country. Have you men any suggestions to offer The postmaster of Eagle Mills said: “The deliveries out my way are lousy. It takes one farmer I know Jays to walk from his house to his mail box by the side of the road. Only last week, when he looked in his box, he found that a robin had built a nest out, of a letter from a stump- pulling concern. Now, if Lindy could only take off from Roosevelt Field in an amphibian, w the water hop over the Lew three pass over JUDGE “Want a suitcase, mister?” Dunham's barns at 12,000 feet, and skirt along the coast, he could shorten the delivery to Eagle Mills by many minutes, and the farmer wouldn't get his mail at all.” “I wish the Colonel would take an interest in milk routes,” said the postmaster of Stephentown. “By the time I get my milk in the morning it’s sour a apples; and if Lindy would hop off from Tom Patton's cow Crernin But that isn’t one of my suitors, Father—that’s brother, just home from college! 14 barns at + A, M., circle the pasture several times to gain altitude and drop in at Lambert Field for gas and oil, he could be at my doorstep with the milk 7:30. “What about a vw tee when he land master of Eagle Mills. The postmaster of Cohocs replied: “TM bet Grover Whalen would be only too glad to steam down Snetti- ker's Creek in the Macom to meet Lindbergh. Then we could get some of the local boys to line up in Potter's ing commit- asked the post- ind throw torn-up telephon« t him.” could have sp at the Town Pump,” sug- 1 the postmaster of Clum’s Cor- ners. “Or we could move the Town Pump the welcoming ad- suggested the postmaster of Stephentown, The postmaster of Cohoes said: “Just think w Lindy could do for Suppose Mrs. Blomfield of Cohoes ated to get a letter to her dress- rin North ¢ sin a hurry. She affixes an air-m: a : for the first ounce—10c in She posts the letter in the usual manner, hy leaving it on her desk. Fast trucks rush it to the railroad station, where it is taken post-haste to the General Post-Haste Office in New York. It is sorted and held up to the light to sce if it contains any cash, then it is rushed by fast truck to Mitchel Field, where it is tossed aboard a mail plane. In seven days it has gone to (Continued on page 28) to Bermuda for dress,’ comicbooks.com