Got (Fresh) Milk?

If you thought the days of home-delivered milk went out with June and Ward, get to Duluth. I received this letter in the mail, and was alarmed at first, thinking it was a ransom note.

Nope. Just a Minnesota welcome, lactose style, offering me the comforts of the post-war era and the chance to become a "valued costumer." (?) Read on:

milk letter

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