It was ono of those days when there was nothing doing in the branch bank in a small Irish town. The staff had got through the day somehow, with tea and talk, until it was time to close. “ Three o’clock! ” said the manager briskly at Inst; “run and close the front door, Murphy.” The clerk returned in a moment or two and said; '• Excuse me. sir, it’s closed. We forgot to open it this morning.”
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Evening Star, Issue 23499, 13 February 1940, Page 11
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