A good story is told of a pawky old Scot, who like many others, finds himself rather short of cash just now. His account was £60 over drawn, and the banker rang him up on the telephone to tell him about it, and to suggest that he had better bring it down a bit or clear it altogether.
"Oh, aye," replied the pawky one. "I'm £60 short am I? Will ye just look up an' tell me hoo my account stood in June?"
"Oh," the banker said, "you were all right then; you had £250 to your credit."
"Aye, an' did I ring you up in June?" was the caustic rejoinder.
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The newly-elected president of a banking institution was being introduced to the employees. He singled out one of the men in the cashier's cage, questioning him in detail about his work, etc. "I have been here forty years," said the cashier's assistant, with conscious pride, "and in all that time I only made one slight mistake."
"Good," replied the president. "Let me congratulate you. But hereafter be more careful."
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First Sailor (searching vainly for his ship after a few hours' leave): "But she was 'ere when we went ashore, wasn't she?"
Second Sailor: "It's them blokes at Washington. They've started scrappin' the fleet, an' begun on us."
