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Show The Postman Was Loaded With a Burden of Love II T T TELL, John Tracy, you look like V old Santa, himself!" called Postmaster I'.riggs to John Tracy, the veteran mail carrier of the Heights section of Midhury. "I not only look like one but I feel decidedly so, for a funny thing happened hap-pened today !" Tracy's face was wreathed In smiles as he walked across to his locker and dropped his cargo of mysterious looking packages within. The gang was nil curiosity, but he kept them guessing while he took his time locking up the steel cabinet and seating himself for a moment's rest. "My customers," as he always termed his patrons or the community which he served, "planned a Job on me. They appointed a committee, I understand, to Interview every family on my route. They asked that everyone every-one refrain from mailing one thing this morning, that I would bo empty handed unless It be a present for me. For a couple of blocks I didn't know what to think, but at almost every house I found a package for me. and then I began to get wise. So to make a long story short I carried nothing hack with nie but things luhlro-sed to myself. Rut, Rrlggs, it sure was a burden of love! Cosh. I didn't dream folks thought that much of only THEIR 1MSTMAN !" U R. Lyons. ( f 1 9 27. 'VcMrn N'rwsrapor Vnlon. ) |