Arthur Rodman’s “Jingles” Booklet-Pages 5-6

THE OLD MAN’S STORY

See that bank there on the corner?
  Started sixty years ago,
Wasn’t many people here then,
  But I guess they thought we’d grow.

Started in a little shanty,
  Not much over ten feet square;
Hardly room enough to “figger,”
  Scarcely room to put a chair.

S’pose you’ve heard of Daddy Jackson?
  He was just a youngster then,
Wasn’t much on choppin’ cordwood,
  But was lightning with a pen.

Mighty brilliant little feller
  Wasn’t over five feet tall;
But in stuff like mathematics
  He could surely beat ’em alL.

So the bank got little Jackson
  To come in and be cashier,
He was just a natural banker,
  And he stayed year after year.

Well, that bank was pretty thrifty,
  Mortgage buyin’ shavin’ notes;
Lendin’ money to the farmers
  Till they’d sold their wheat and oats.

After while they got so crowded
  That they had to have more space,
So they built a small addition,
  And it made a dandy place.

Well, the business kept a-comin’,
  People brought their money there;
Everybody had a welcome,
  And was treated on the square.

There was lots of stormy panics,
  Heaps o’ banks went to the wall,
But this bank, she never flickered,
  Forged ahead right thru ’em all.

THE OLD MAN’S STORY–Cont.

Then another bank was started,
  And they seemed to do right well,
For they put in costly fixin’s,
  And the place was mighty swell.

I’ve some stock in that old corner,
  And it’s always paid me well,
I’ve been offered fancy prices,
  But I never cared to sell

After while they took a notion
  That they’d fix ‘er up a bit;
Seen some other banks that tried it,
  And they said it made a hit.

Us old fellers were agin it–
  Didn’t want to spend the “dough,”
But the others figgered different,
  And the deal was made a go.

So they spent a lot o’ money
  Fixin’ up to the place so fine,
And, by heck, it is surprisin’
  How the dividends do climb!
    For 57 Consecutive Years
      MR. A. J. JACKSON
      Has been Cashier of the
First National Bank of Morrison, IlL

          ACROSTIC

P is in Pork, but never in Meat,
E‘s not in Hungry, but find it in Eat
O is in Ford, the cheapest by far,
P is in Packard, the plutocrat’s car,
L‘s not in High, but find it in Low,
E is in Heel and it’s also in Toe.
S is in Sweet, and in Sour it’s found.

S here again? Let’s put it in Sound.
T is the Taxes you hate likell to pay;
A‘s the Assessor–beware what you say,
T is the Teacher who gets a boy’s hide,
E for the third time we’ll lay it aside.

B is our Building-it’s modern thruout,
And it’s so cozy ’twill please you, no doubt,
Nothing is lacking for woman or man;
Keeping abreast of the day is our plan.

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