GIVING ADVICE TO A BANK.

Western Star, Issue 347, 1 May 1880, Page 7

GIVING ADVICE TO A BANK.

A seedy individual, rural in bis general appearance and make-up, sti’olled into the Third National Bank recently during business hours, and observing Tab. Dawson, receiving teller, counting a package of - money, nodded pleasantly, and said, “Still a-handin of it out ?” “ Ves,” replied Lawson. “ Still crowding it on the people.” “ Ain’t you a leetle too handy here?” oontinued'the stranger. “How so ?” said Fab. “ Why, strangers passin’ ’long on the sidewalk andsecin’ your sign too conspicuous like, must borunnin in every few minutes to borrow money. “ So they do,” returned Lawson. “ Ain’t it a good deal of bother waitin’ on ’em? Must take up a good deal of your time.” “ Yes, it is some bother, that’s a fact, but we like to accommodate everybody, you know. Can’t turn away a stranger just because we ain’t acquainted with him.” “ Lose some, I suppose ?” interrogated the stranger. “ Oh, yes.” “ Polks drop in aud get what money they want and then forgot all about it, Or perhaps

they send it in a letter and misdirect it. Awful careless some people are about borrowing money,” said the man. “Awful careless.” “ Owin’ a good deal to keepin’ your bank close to the sidewalk. Folks goin’ by look up and see you countiu’ money, and they suddenly recollect they hain’t gotquite enough to see’em through, and so, quite naturally, they and borrows some of you. You can’t very well refuse—hate to hurt their feelin’s — and so they git away with you. Some mean folks in this work, Mow ; I wouldn’t do it.” “No, yon wouldn’t do it.” “ No, siree, I never borrowed a sent of no bank that I didn’t pay.” “ I’ll bet you didn’t,” said Lawson, with emphasis. “ Now, if I was runnin’ a bank like you are,” continued the stranger, “ I’d keep back in the alley where there wasn’t so many strangers passin’. Twould make no uifference with me, ’cause I know how hanks are pestered. I never bothers ’em. ’Tain’r my style. I could walk right past a mile on ’em and never even look in the winder. But everybody ain’t that way. What, ten cents ?” “ Yes,” said Fab., “ that’s all 1 can let you have to-day. You see, there have been so many strangers in ahead of you this morning that our funds are running low. Ta-ta. Don’t trouble to send it back in a letter. "When the bank wants it the bank will notify you.” The stranger thanked him, and again urging him upon the expediency of moving the bank on to some back street or alley, so as not to attract the attention of passing strangers so readily, the seedy man took his departure. —“ Cincinnati Saturday Night,”