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Show In a more or less laughing manner, postofTice employees em-ployees told us this week that several patrons of the postoffice were in high dudgeon because their mail was not in the boxes at the exact minute which usually prevails. While speaking of it as somewhat of a joke, we could see that it was no joke to the clerks. The back" of the postoffice was a mire. Mail had to be sorted from bags in an inconvenient way. Patrons kept bringing in more mud to the lobby and prevented a good clean-up. A bridge out just south of town and track undermined north of town made trains seven or eight hours late. If Postmaster Martin and his force of help needed an alibi, could there be any better ones? |