"Postmaster" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... under-secretary of state is Herr Zimmermann; the secretary of the interior is Herr Delbrueck; of finance, Herr Wermuth; of justice, Herr Lisco; of the navy, von Tirpitz, who was recently ennobled; the postmaster is Herr Kraetke. Not one of these officials of the empire is of the ...
— Germany and the Germans - From an American Point of View (1913) • Price Collier
... letter came back with the endorsement on it by the postmaster that her friend had sold his property at a sacrifice and disappeared, his nearest friends did not know where. Grace's letter added that she was worrying under the fear that perhaps if she had not gone to Texas the true man would never have ...
— The Wedge of Gold • C. C. Goodwin
... have greeted me to-night. When I was in Washington, there was a story in reference to a certain President, who was not popular with some of his own people in a particular Western State. One of its Senators went to the White House and said he wanted a friend of his appointed postmaster of Topeka. The President's Private Secretary said: "I am very sorry, indeed, sir, but the President wants to appoint a personal friend." Thereupon the Senator said: "Well, for God's sake, if he has one friend in Kansas, let him appoint ...
— Modern Eloquence: Vol III, After-Dinner Speeches P-Z • Various
... Post Office Building, with all the office money and stamps, was carried away in the flood. The Postmaster himself escaped ...
— The Johnstown Horror • James Herbert Walker
... house, and the bank, and the Presbyterian church, and the Baptist church, and the public square, and the town-hall where the test would be applied and the money delivered; and damnable portraits of the Richardses, and Pinkerton the banker, and Cox, and the foreman, and Reverend Burgess, and the postmaster—and even of Jack Halliday, who was the loafing, good-natured, no-account, irreverent fisherman, hunter, boys' friend, stray-dogs' friend, typical "Sam Lawson" of the town. The little mean, smirking, oily Pinkerton showed the sack to all comers, and rubbed ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
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