Word: mailings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When he heard of Lytton's notion, Ed Day, himself a sometime Californian, said: "I am confident that the President will not appoint a man whose main qualifications are political manipulation and power plays. I am sure the President wants a continuation of the emphasis on better mail service rather than boss politics in the Post Office Department." Lytton's gibes did not bother Big Daddy a bit, but Day's did. After all, Unruh had recommended Day to the President for the Postmaster General's office in the first place...
...budget-store branch, Detroit's J. L. Hudson rang up $40,000 in the first three hours. Sales at Rich's in Atlanta, the South's biggest store, are running 8% ahead of last year's. Sears, Roebuck and Montgomery Ward, the two biggest mail-order houses (Sears is also the world's biggest retailer), both set sales records in July. "All this is most heartening," beams an executive of one of Boston's largest department stores. "Usually we hope to just remain constant through the first part of the year until fall, which...
...between poles. "Here it is!" cried one bandit, and ordered Mills to halt atop Bridego Bridge. A truck waited below. The masked mobsters meanwhile had broken into the High Value coach, forced the five unarmed postal clerks to lie face down in a corner. Emptying the coach of 124 mail sacks, the mobsters tossed them down to confederates who loaded them into the truck. It was all over in 15 minutes...
...Royal Mail train pulled out of Glasgow one night last week, bound for London's Euston station, 401 miles to the south. Aboard were 70 employees of the General Post Office, locked into twelve maroon-colored coaches, each bearing the royal coat of arms and the royal cipher, E R II. As they sped along at 80 m.p.h., the postal clerks busily sorted letters from hundreds of mailbags scooped up from gantries en route. In the "High Value" coach right behind the diesel locomotive, five particularly experienced sorters were on duty, sealed into their car with a pre cious...
Trackside Blur. Two hours before dawn, as the Royal Mail hurtled through sleeping Buckinghamshire, Engineer Jack Mills, 57, saw a red signal at Sears Crossing. Mills halted the train and Fireman David Whitby, 26, swung down from the cab, went to the track-side telephone to find out what was wrong. He saw that the wires were cut and, turning, spotted a man between the second and third coaches. "What's up, mate?" asked Whitby, and the next moment he was grabbed from behind, warned, "If you shout, I'll kill...