A POST-OFFICE SCENE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VIII, Issue 2208, 1 February 1886, Page 2

A POST-OFFICE SCENE.

An individual stepped up to the general delivery window of the Boston post-office one day, and in a somewhat subdued tone asked "Any letters for me ?" " What name, sir," said the clerk in attendance; " Watt," replied the applicant. " What name?" repeated the clerk In a still louder tene, " Watt, sir." ' A, "Whatnamej"shouted the cleffiistill louder, growing rod in the face inhii effort.

" Watt, sir, is my name," now shouted the applicant in retuon. "Yes," responded the man of letfcora, putting 111 all power of lungs ho possessed, and shouting like a new adjutant at the head of a raw regiment-" What is your name, sir?" , Yes, I know it is," now the other, red and excited. "Do youT moan to keep me yelling at you all day in this manner ? Give mo my letters." By this timo, two or three clerks inside the window had come to the rescue of their comrade, and a small crowd had gathered round the excited letter-seeker outsido, who was shaking his fist, and denouncing the Postoffieo Department for placing a deaf man at the delivery window.

" What do you mean by calling me deaf ?" said the clerk, who overheard his last remark. " Why, you are deaf, ain't you ?" asked his customer.

1 Not a bit of it," said the cleri; "but you are, ain't you ?" "No sir. I can hear a whisper a railo off." M " Then why do you keep saying "Silt 1 when I ask your namo ?" "Because Watt is my name, James Watt. "Oh 11 thought you said 'What' all the time," said the clerk, " So I did, W-A-T-T," At this a fellow clerk suggested that they had better givo old Watt's-hi's-name ■ his letters; which was done, and the M crowd, including several disappointed in- W dividuals who were in anticipation of « fight, instoad of a laugh, dispersed.