GIVING ADVICE TO A BANK.

Dunstan Times, Issue 940, 23 April 1880, Page 4

GIVING ADVICE TO A BANK.

A seedy individual, rural in his general appearance and make-up, strolled into the Third Natioual Bank yesterday during business hours, and observing Fab. Lawsou, receiving teller, counting a package of money, nodded pleasantly, and said, “ Still a handin, of it out “Yes,” replied Lawson, “Still crowding it on the people.” “Ain’t you a luetle too handy here ?” continued the stranger. “ How so ?” said Fab. "Why, strangers passiu’ 'long on the sidewalk and seein’ your sign too conspicuous like, must bo runnin’ 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 wo like to accommodate everybody, you know. Can’t turn away a stranger just because we ain’t acquainted with him.” “ Lose some, 1 suppose?” interrogated the stranger. “Oh, yes." “ Folks drop in and get what money they want and then forget 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 care'ess.” “Owin’ a good deal to kcepin’ your bank close to the sidewalk. Folks goin’ by look up and see you countin’ money, and they suddenly recollect they hain’t got quite enough to see ’em through, and so, quite naturally, they steps in 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.” “Noyou wouldn’t do it.” “No, siree, I never borrowed a cent of no bank that I didn’t pray.” “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 difference with me, ’cause 1 know how banks are pestered. I never bothers ’em. ’Taiu’t my stylo. 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 ?” “ Y'es,” said Fab, “that’s all I can let you have today, Y’ou see, there have been so many strangers in ahead of you this morning that ours fund 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.