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Show A 4th-CLASS POSTMASTER Poem sent to Postmaster General Hays by C. J. Gose, postmaster at Klnderhook. Pike county. Ill: I do wish that Mr. Hays Could see my sweet and charming ways, And how polite and nice I am When some guy comes to mail a ham. How sweetly to those nuts I smile When they are asking all the while i" or stuff they've bought from Sears- Roe-buck. To whom they've sent one lonesome buck. They're looking for a bale of tripe. A kiddie-kar or meerschaum pipe. And round the office they will stick. 'Till I get peeved and darned near sick. But yet I have to smile and say. "Your package did not come today." And then they draw an ugly sigh As if to say. "I think you lie." I spread them one elastic grin. And say, "Twill soon be coming in." If Mr. Hayes would come and see The way some folks are treating me. I know full well that he would sob. And he would let me keep my job. He'd say, "Dear Doc, if you'll stav here, I'll boost your pay two beans a year. |