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Show Sorry Be Bad Money in the Bank. "Say, mister, won't you lend me 14.80?' asked a boy of a man in the street. ' "Four dollars!" cried the man, gasping for breath. "That's a good deal for a little fellow like you to want to borrow." "Well," whimpered the boy, "I went and bought one of those banks iu which you have to put $10 before you get anything any-thing out. I've got $5.50 in it and now the circus is here and I can't get any of my money. If you will lend me $4.60 I ean get it changed into ten cent pieces and put it all in, when the bank will oome open. I can pay you right back." But the man said he could not wait that long and left the boy with a woebegone woebe-gone face, pondering over the care and misery of one who has a bank account, -ntfew York Tribune. |