Margaret Smith
/Pick of the Post
We had one of those exhilarating months with the post. It came in through the window one day on account of the postman not having time to bring it through the door. He was in a hurry to get back to the sorting office to help out a new lady sorter with green eyes. Still, he did leave us with an envelope that contained some very alluring photographs of a Brighton girl called MARGARET SMITH, and we thought she was just the girl we could devote this monthly feature to.
Margaret works in a Brighton office. Haphazard men keep popping into the office to ask the way to the pier. It's not because they're haphazard about where the pier is, but because they're falling to pieces over the allure of Margaret and it's the only way, they can keep in touch with her.