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ISRAEL'S NIGHTMARE STARTS RUN. Dreams State Bank Had Failed, but It Meets All Comers. The fish pedlers and pack carriers of the East Side started a run of their own on the State Bank, in Norfolk street, yesterday. One Israel Hyman had a nightmare. He dreamed his bank had failed. When he awoke he told Rachel, his wife, and she told the neighbors. "Izzy" meanwhile headed for the State Bank. He found a crowd waiting to deposit money. Hyman's lamentations brought other excitable depositors to the scene, and before one could say "Jack Robinson" the street was in an uproar. It took several of Captain Handy's bluecoats to restore order. Hyman collected his 816 without trouble, stepped into a doorway, pulled off his shoe and, removing his sock, stuffed the money in and rushed for home. Still another excited individual insisted on being paid in silver, which he dumped into his hat and made for home. The State Bank is one of the strongest in that part of the city. Vice-President Arnold Kohn, when seen by a Tribune reporter last night, said: "The pillars of Hercules are not more solidly fixed on their firm base than is this institution on its nearly two millions of capital and profits, and it has demonstrated its strength time and time again. "We were a creditor at the Clearing House this morning and have an undivided profit of $900,000 on hand now. "The excitement of the last week has finally reached us, but It did not amount to anything. Every one who asked for his money got it, and those who did not get it to-day can have it tomorrow. The only reason for the line forming outside was that we are making alterations and did not have room for our patrons indoors." Captain Handy, at the Delancey street station, said: "There was no riot-not even a discordant note-and had it not been for the 'rubbernecks' no police would have been necessary. When the bank closed at 3 o'clock there were only thirty people in line."