THE POSTMAN

Southland Times, Issue 24153, 15 June 1940, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE POSTMAN

—PRIZE— He whistles as he cycles down The hot and dusty road, It never seems to worry him How heavy is his load. And whether in the driving rain Or ’neath the hot sun’s ray, Or frozen by the morning frost, He does his round each day. His work is very useful, for There lie among his mail Important letters, which he must Deliver without fail. Although he works the whole year’ round, The time he does the most Is Christmas, with its many cards, And parcels sent by post. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Raynor Huffadine M.A.C., M.N., (14), 94 Nelson street. —PRIZE— Twice a day the postman comes, In every kind of weather, He keeps the letters in a bag That’s made of solid leather. As up and down the street he goes, Leaving the letters without fuss, We hear his whistle loudly blown, That tells us there are some for us. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Sheena McEwen (8), 87 Morton street. —PRIZE— A loud rat-tat on the door, A whistle shill and clear, Footsteps going down the path, At last the postman’s here. Maybe he’ll have a parcel, Or a letter just for me, Now that he has gone away I’ll run out quickly to see. What a disappointment, There’s nothing for me today, Never mind, Mr Postman, I’ll go outside and play. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Victor Hubber (10), Oreti R.D., Winton.

-VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— When postie comes each morning, I’m full of fun and glee, For there are always letters And sometimes some for me. At Christmas there are presents, And lovely ones at that, For I get books and lollies Perhaps a ball and bat: At birthdays, not so many, Yet sometimes quite a few, But I am always satisfied With what I. get, aren’t you? —3 marks to Cousin Margaret Fraser (12), Bay road R.D., Invercargill. -VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— I hear the tramp of many feet As people walk ’mid rain and sleet, I hear a whistle in the street, The postman cycling on his beat. Someone comes on up the hill, Then I hear a whistle shrill, The gate is opened with a will, The bearer of good news and ill. Some mail he gives me on my tray, Then he goes upon his way, With sunny smile and manner gay, Whistling cheerily, day by day. . —3 marks to Cousin Joan Price 412), Prince street, Winton.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— The postman is coming, And what has he? Maybe letters for you and me. His suit looks so neat As he walks down the street, I am sure you will wait for a letter. —2 marks to Cousin Olive Harvey (11), Athol.

-VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— My grandmamma once sent to me A parcel, large and square, Mum said, “Keep it till after tea And then find out what’s there.” So hurriedly my tea I had, And jumped down from the table, Undid it with a cry so glad, As fast as I was able. Inside I found a postman’s kit, A toy one though, of course, The cap was such a splendid fit, The whistle made me hoarse. I swung the bag on to my back And gaily sallied forth, Pretending letters in my pack Had just arrived from north. But many years have passed since then, And letters going through rny hands, Each written by a diff’rent pen, Have come from far and distant lands. On each a quick glance I bestow, To see that the address is right, For a real postman, I am now, Delivering my mail at night. —3 marks to Cousin Pamela Withers (14), Wairio. -VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— The postman’s coming down the street, Oh joy, he has a letter! He blows his whistle at the gate, Now that could not be better. He pops the letter ’neath the door, Then he goes on his way, He must not linger at the door, He knows he must not stay. For twice each day his round he goes, With letters for you and for me, When Christmas comes his bag is full, He’s as busy as he can be. —3 marks to Cousin Isabel MeEwen V.A.C., (11), 87 Morton street. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— The postman comes very early To bring the paper and mail, He has to come in all sorts of weather, In rain or sunshine and hail. In the country he has a motor-car, In town he rides a bike, To carry all the mail And other things we like. —2 marks to Cousin Alan Lake M.A.C., (12), Section 8, Glencoe R.D.

-VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Every morning at half-past eight, The postman comes up to our gate. His cheeks are red, his eyes are blue, He smiles and nods “How do you do.” “Three letters, Miss. There’s one for you, And one for little brother, too; One for Mother, but none for Dad, Dear me, I think that is too bad.” Nodding and smiling on his way, With heavy bag he comes each day. I hear him whistle at the gate,. Every morning at half-past eight. —3 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe V.A.C., (15), Merrivale R.D., Otautau. -VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— The poor old postman, I would say, He does not like a winter’s day. He has to go along the street In all the hail and rain and sleet. But when the sun comes out to shine, I’m sure he thinks his job is fine. His whistle is a lovely sound, And all the children flock around And call, “Here comes the daily post, Let’s see to whom he’s brought the most.” Then as he wends his weary way He’s waiting fox’ the close of day. —3 marks to Cousin June Galt (9), 177 Conyers street. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— When I spend a holiday in town, Which is always once a year. The postman’s merry whistle, Is one thing I love to hear. And when we run to meet him. He greets us with a smile, For he is always cheerful, Though he must walk many a mile. Sometimes he brings us letters, And sometimes parcels brown, Sometimes he brings us nothing, But then we must not frown. For the postman has a busy day, Especially at Christmas times, When he brings us lovely parcels, And books of nursery rhymes. —2 marks to Cousin Margaret Woods A.C., (12), South Hillend R.D., Winton. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Every morning just at ten, The postman comes along, With his bag upon his back, Whistling a merry song. . He carries a bag of letters, Letters big and small, Sometimes there is one for me, And sometimes none at all. —2 marks to Cousin Warren Smith (13), Section 8, Glencoe R.D. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— The postman drives along the road, Bringing the mail each day, No matter what the weather’s like, He must be on his way. For everyone must have his mail, And some get parcels, too, I hear the mail-car coming now, Will there be one from you? —2 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake M.A.C., (11), Section 8, Glencoe R.D.