Show MAIL what more welcome cry Is there than the cry of mall mail men alen seem t to 0 come from broil everywhere ive never seen it tall fall shove and jostle eagerly while a hundred voices shout Is there any mall mail for me and a hundred hands haida reach out they sit down in the nearest place wherever they can read and the happy smile on every face Is a warming in indeed leed but when the mall mail iball passed out some slowly turn away I 1 truly pity those without any mall mall today if the folks back home k knew e w what it meant those letters to receive im sure those letters would be sent seat T to 0 gladden hearts that grieve I 1 can appreciate their hungry eyes its a sight I 1 hate to see for I 1 know how my own hope dies when theres no mail for me auburn C taylor the above poem was wasai watten atten by auburn taylor seaman first class son of mr and mrs V A taylor of ballente Cal CaI lente nevada formerly of marksville marysvale Marys vale ville S ac taylor Is now stationed at the V U S naval training station at great lakes illinois |