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BALLAD OF A POSTAL BEGINNER.
I am full of tribulation, I'm a new clerk
on probation,
I'm the victim of a distribution plan.
I've a book of regulations, postal laws
of all the nations,
That would puzzle Edison or any man.

I must learn to keep my hat on, when
I'm cursed, reviled and sat on
By a public that I'm always out to
please;
Smiling sweetly at each libel, guided
by the postal bible,
Striving every hostile patron to ap-
pease.

I must readily explain the nonarrival of
a train,
And when the mail's expected in from
Timbuctoo,
All the rules of C. O. D. and the street
directory,
And what's the postage on a paper for
Peru.

I must know a thousand rates, have a
memory for dates
And guess the length of parcels to an
inch;
Every little regulation that applies to
registration,
Some say the postal service is a cinch.

I have no smart uniform, I am but a
postal worm,
Peddling postage stamps and post
cards for my pay;
Taking nickels in for quarters, helping
out the forward sorters,
Getting bawled out forty thousand
times a day.

But no end of worrying can accomplish
anything,
Guess I'll get there if I only have a
try;
I am learning as I go, and it's kind of
nice to know
That devotion means promotion bye-
and-bye.
--FRANK WILLARD, Senior Postal
Clerk, Medicine Hat, Alberta.