“BANK CLOSED.”

Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 1086, 21 December 1877, Page 3

“BANK CLOSED.”

A man walked up and down Griswold street for a few minutes, carefully scrutinising the interior of the several banks, and finally entered one of them and deposited thirteen dollars. It was his very first dealings with a bank, and his hat slanted over a trifle more than usual when he came out. About a quarter after twelve, finding that he could deposit two or three dollars more and still make his purchases, the man came down town again. The bank was closed, according to custom, and the usual sign of “Bank Shut’' hung against the glass. As the farmer pushed on the door he saw the sign, and he was only about ten seconds growing as pale as death. As he made another attempt to open the door, a boy came along and called out ‘ You can’t get in tnere—she’s shut up !’

‘Took my thirteen dollars in and then busted !’ gasped the depositor as he backed off and looked at the sign. * She’ll open again at two o’clock,’ said the boy as he passed along.

‘ I doubt it—l doubt it!’ muttered the man as ho wiped off the perspiration, ‘ but I’ll wait and see.’

He sat down on the steps, knees weak and chin trembling, and he didn’t move an inch till two o’clock. When the bank opened he walked in, presented his certificate of deposit, and said—- ‘ I’ll be a thousand times obleeged if you’ll let me draw out my thirteen dollars. ’ It was handed out, and the man braced up instantaneously. Counting the money over twice, he put the bills in his wallet, walked out, and as he reached the walk he said ‘ That’s the closest escape I ever had in my life, and I won’t make a fool of myself again [’—“Detroit Free Press.”