Monday, Feb. 12, 1940
Fixer
Sondra ("Bunny") Glatt is a little girl with thick, blonde pigtails. Just before Christmas she spent an afternoon addressing Christmas cards, then naturally wanted to post them. Her parents wouldn't let her.
Three busy streets had to be crossed to the nearest mailbox. Bunny was not allowed to go alone, and Father and Mother Glatt were too busy. Bunny sulked. "I guess you'll have to take it up with the President," said hard-hearted Mr. Glatt, "if you want to mail your own letters." So as soon as she had time after the Christmas rush, Bunny sat down and wrote:
"Dear Mr. President--I know you are a good friend of the head postmaster, and I would like you to do me a favor and ask him to put a mailbox on my corner as it is too far for me to go to mail my letters, and it is very dangerous where I have to go. If he does this favor for you I would like to be the first one to send you a letter from this box to thank you.
Sondra Bunny Glatt
P.S.--I am only seven years old." Last week, opposite the Glatt's house in Newark, N. J., a bright new mailbox ap peared on a telegraph pole. It was still across the street and much too high for Bunny, but for once proud Mrs. Glatt stretched a point. While she watched for cars, Bunny carrying an empty wooden box. darted across, stood tiptoe on the box, proudly posted another letter to the President.
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