A MODEL BANK
(The First National Bank)
There’s a bank in Indiana
That is worth a trip to see,
In the pretty town of Frankfort,
And they’ll welcome you with glee.
They’re a hustling crowd of bankers,
And they’re piling up the gold
Since they got their new equipment,
And discarded all the old.
They remodeled the old building–
Made it look as good as new.
Nothing finer could be wished for,
And it’s modern through and through.
See those massive, graceful columns,
Patterned after ancient Rome;
They’ve the strength of old Gribraltar (sic),
For they’re solid Bedford stone.
And the counter’s made of marble
Which was brought across the sea,
From the famed Carrara quarries
On the shores of Italy.
Lobby floor is also marble,
Laid as smooth as it can be;
It will last well-nigh forever,
For it came from Tennessee.
And the painted walls and ceiling
Are delightful to behold,
In their soft and tinted blending,
With the trimming all in gold.
And the light is almost dazzling.
Both in daytime and at night,
Casting out the somber shadows,
Making work a real delight.
There’s a cozy woman’s rest room.
Safe from gaze of crook or crank,
Where milady can meander
And explore the “lisle thread bank.”
A MODEL BANK–Cont.
There’s a room for Mr. Farmer,
And his neighbor, Mr. Riggs,
When they want to skin each other
Out of horses, cows or pigs.
There’s a room for the directors,
When they meet on bank affairs,
With its paneled walls and ceiling.
And its big upholstered chairs.
There’s a room for Mr. Banker,
Where he’s telling Bill or Fred
That they mustn’t keep their balance
Looking quite so bloomin’ red.
Where he’s telling Billy Johnson
That he’s got to pay that note;
And where Wallingford J, Rufus
Almost got the banker’s goat.
It’s a bank that is a model,
And they’re always on the square;
If a customer gets started
He will never go elsewhere.
Does it pay to have such fineness?
Is it truly worth the cost?
Is it worth the fuss and trouble?
Is it money all but lost?
Ask the banker who’s been through it–
Who remembers former days.
He will give you facts and figures,
And will show you how it pays.
WHO IS IT?
T. R. Put him in the chair,
And some said it wasn’t fair:
Frostiness between them fell.
Then they turned and scrapped likell
Header Photo: Chicago 1916 Vintage Postcard