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Show Carriers Object To Stamping Mail Deposited In Rural Boxes Please, please don't leave money in your mail box with a request that carriers buy stamps and place them on your letters and cards, is the plea of rural mail carriers operating out of the Roosevelt post office. The burden of Christmas mail is sufficient suf-ficient without having to lick a hundred or so stamps after returning re-turning from the mail routes, the carriers point out. Persons living on rural routes are advised that they should anticipate an-ticipate their stamp needs a day in advance, leave an order with the money in the mail box, and the carrier will deliver the stamps the follpwing day. "In a box on my route," bemoaned be-moaned one of the rural carriers, car-riers, "I found a whole handful of pennies, and several dozen cards with a request that I buy stamps, and place them on the cards. After returning to the Roosevelt post office I spent a half hoiif licking stamps in compliance com-pliance with the request." Alter voicing his complaint, the carrier passed out the following fol-lowing poem: In the cold and blustery weather, When the frost is on the rail, Would you love to face a blizzard With a half a ton of mall? In the biting blizzard weather When the snow comes to your knees, Would you love to fish for pennies While your feet and fingers freeze? ' When the gleaming snow is drifted Underneath a foot of sleet, Would you love to have the chilblains In your elbows and your feet? When outdoors the wind is whistling, And the air is full of snow, Would you love to have a jitney And the blamed thing wouldn't go? Yes, I'd love the good old fireside, fire-side, Sipping coffee from a pail, But I have to buck the snowdrift 'Cause the farmers want their mail. I don't mind the frozen snow drifts - When my knees are stiff with cramps, If you keep the bloomin' pennies, Buy a quarter's worth of stamps I get snow mixed in my whiskers , And I get it in my socks, But it never hurts my feelin's Like loose pennies in the box. |