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MYSTERIOUS DEPOSITOR 



During a convention at Atlantic City, a group of 

 bankers were talking shop on one of the hotel 

 porches. Most of their remarks were rather common- 

 place, until a lanky individual, whose general ap- 

 pearance showed that he came from near the 

 Mexican border, snapped the ashes off his cigar with 

 the remark that if no one objected he would tell them 

 of an old incident in connection with a director in 

 the bank of which he was president. As no one 

 demurred, he prefaced his story with an explanation 

 that he came from Texas, where cattle was the 

 staple. With his people a man's rating depended on 

 what he had on the hoof. 



**One day, however," he continued, "a young man 

 with whom I had a nodding acquaintance came into 

 the bank and made application for a small loan. He 

 frankly admitted that he had no security to offer, ex- 

 cept an assignment of a portion of his salary. He was 

 working for a friend of mine, and I knew that he 

 had a permanent position. Still that does not satisfy 

 directors, so I turned him down. Later in the day 

 another man came in and took up a note which I 

 had long since charged to profit and loss. It was a 

 personal matter and as I counted the money, I 

 decided to let the young man have a portion of it. 

 So the next morning when I met him on the street, 

 I told him that if he would call I would help him out. 

 I suppose some of you old flint hearts have done the 

 same thing a few times in your lives, just as a flyer. 



