The Postman’s Whistle

Press, Volume XCV, Issue 28259, 23 April 1957, Page 3

The Postman’s Whistle

Sir, —For more than 50 years the postman has delivered my letters to my utmost satisfaction. I see him pushing his old bicycle through crowds hurrying to football fields, race tracks, and even the T.A.B No thought on the part of these thousands to wail and see if the postman has mail for them. Why such a fuss about mail on other days if Saturday’s

mail can go hang?. -Try other outfits for service, send your car in, get your house painted, a tap mended, get some item of clothing to your fit and liking, and you will more often than not meet up with that good old “couldn’t care less” attitude on the part of the vendor or his employee. The postman can be excused if he, too, has contracted even a very slight attack of the malady.—Yours, etc., VON WHUSTLE. April 20, 1957. Sir, —I endorse Arthur Lush’s remarks. We have lost our whistle. I am not surprised as people complained too much. The whistle was blown too loud, too soft; it woke the baby, worried the dog; it caused complaints. How we missed it when it was gone. The postmen have always been a courteous, honest, kindly, people specially in country areas. We would look if we had to line up to get our mail. If we don’t learn to live together more peaceably, we will die together.—Yours, etc., BIRD LOVER.