Banker, Chicago
If his statements don’t seem to agree With my stubs, why the blame rests with me, And if I’m overdrawn, He camps on my lawn.— Yet he calls it a Trust Company.
F. H. Rawson
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Banker, Chicago
If his statements don’t seem to agree With my stubs, why the blame rests with me, And if I’m overdrawn, He camps on my lawn.— Yet he calls it a Trust Company.