SAVINGS BANK HUMOUR.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 61, 26 October 1911, Page 4

SAVINGS BANK HUMOUR.

The archives of the British Post Office Savings Bank, which celebrated its jubilee ou September 16th, contain many records of conscious or unconscious displays of humour on the part of depositors. One of the questions a would-be depositor has to answer is whether his address is “permanent,” and to this one man replied, “Heaven is our home,” while other answers displaying the same religions fervour were—“ Hero is no continuing city,” “Yes, D.V.,” and “This is not our rest.” Another frank depositor, who might have lived in this part of the world, replied, “No, D.V., for the place is beastly damp and un- j healthy,” while another admitted that '

he “Doant know what permanent is.’’ A depositor, asked on what ground? he applied for the sum standing to tho credit of his brother, who had keen described as “deceased,” although no proof was given of his death, wrote hack: “I have my brother’s children to keep. i wrote to him six weeks ago, Init he has never answered. He keeps writing to say that he is dead, or getting someone else to do it.” On Urn •'•her ham 1 , iho Department had little difficulty in accepting as conclusive evidence of the death of a depositor the statement that ho had died from “injnris caused through accidentally coming in contact with a passing train, suddenly.” A married woman who claimed the money deposited by her dead son was asked whether the boy’s father was still alive. Her reply was—“ Father living, but insignificant.” A young man who applied fur the motcr due under an insurance effected by his father was asked to state the cause of the father’s death. Ho replied: ‘I do'n’t know; can’t remember, but it was nothing serious.” Savings Bank books are always being lost, and the explanations given are many and varied. For instance: “I think the children has taken it out of doors and lost it, as they are in the habit of playing shutal cock with the backs of books,” wrote one depositor. “Supposed to have been taken from the house by our tame monkey,” was another answer; while a third depositor confided to the Department the fact that “I was in the yard feeding my pigs. I took off my to it and h‘t it clown on a barrel; while engaged doing so a goat in the yard pulled it down. The book falling out, the goat' was chewing it when I caught her.” The above are a few fine examples given by a correspondent. Probably our own Post Office could give some quits as entertaining.