Burly, six-foot Henry Ruthvin Smith is one postman who does not go walking on his holidays. After 16 years of lugging a fat mailbag over a regular residential route in Columbia, S. C., even the walking he had to do for the Post Office Department got to be too much. But while other postmen with the same problem met it by foot baths or retirement, Mailman Smith used his head. Last week, with the blessing of the Postmaster General, he was awheel in one of the strangest contraptions that ever carried Uncle Sam's post....
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