My host Dad Jim was vice-president of the local bank. One morning he and his friend Tom the president were strategising and planning high-powered business stuff (OK, drinking coffee), in Tom’s office, having got in earlier through the back door (staff entrance).
One of the ladies popped her head in: “It’s opening time and a dog has left a great big “do” right in the entrance. It needs to be cleaned up, please gentlemen.”
Tom looks at Jim: “Well Jim, you’re in charge of deposits!”
~~oo0oo~~
The feature pic on top is the old Apache State Bank, not Tom’s bank. Also known as American National Bank; The Inman Building; Corner of Evans and Coblake Avenues, Apache
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