Evening Star Newspaper, December 8, 1929, Page 123

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. (.—-GRAVURE SECTION—DECEMBER 8, 1929, Our Banking Force By W. E. Hill (Copyright, 1929, by the Chicago Tribune Syndicate.) This is Mr. Winterbottom, who inhabits the safe deposit vaults, being very stern and cold to a lady box- holder who has forgotten her number. Sooner or later he will have to look it up for her in the files, then she ‘ will repair happily to a nearby cubby hole and will de- ¥ - In the outer office sits tach all the wrong coupons from her honds. one of several vice 3 presidents thinking about tarpon fishing, common stock, and a dentist appointment for the morrfow. An attractive looking vice president in the outer office lends an air of stability to a bank, and gives a depositor a teeling of confidence. All - well run banks recognize this factor. Sometimes a customer will want to move his valuables from one safe deposit to another. s Here is where Charley. Ambitiou$ parents landed Har- the armed escort, comes vey his job in the bank. They Dorothy is private secretary to the head in. Nowadays the bet- want him to be a power in the of the customers’ security department, and ter banking houses financial world in the years to also to the head of the foreign infidelity dress their armed Leo, the guardian of the law, is supposed to glower come and think it best that Har- department, so that her time is pretty well escort in the height of at suspicious fo“oking individuals who come too near the vey should get used to being taken up with one thing or another. She e e R L e cashier's window during banking hours, but his real use ‘ai'w“fl w||_tl1 draits, check stubs, is all set for some heavy dictation this bbb L is in supplying the correct date of the month to forgetful epasit slips and security ‘hold- morning and is wishing it were lunch hour. bl customers who are making out checks to curcency. 'mn‘?;w':: sg;:: "?\s;:z" dtoI s‘s‘ese":::& what they want to see him about. At the moment Harvey is headed for the candy concession in the outer lobby, whistling, painting the clouds with sunshine, because around 11 o'clock he feels the need of a whoopee nubar. Meet Mr. Foss of custodian department. (A custodian department specializes in watching out for heirs and such who never passed their algebra and are deficient in business sense.) Mr. Foss is holding a late afternoon chat with Mrs. Gritt, the head cleaner. Mre. Gritt was pretty well cleaned out in the Wall street upheaval. She is asking Mr. Foss if supposing he were in her shoes would he buy some more shares of Carolina Clay or ) By 1 P would he switch to Mexican Ash Can preferred. At the paying teller's window stands Mr. Weevil, the teller, lopking first at the check and then at the customer. none too pleased with either. At Mr. Weevil's right we have the customer registering roguish expectancy, which is terribly hard to do. DY Z wm \__raa) S «— "0 X