Hot Springs bank - Hot Springs, AR

Bank Information

Episode Type: Run Only
Bank Type: state
Start Date: April 1, 1888*
Location: Hot Springs, Arkansas (34.504, -93.055)

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Model: gpt-5-mini
Short Digest: 470f9652

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Description

Multiple syndicated newspaper reprints (Apr–Jun 1888) recount an anecdote referring to a recent disastrous run on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank. Articles describe the run but give no details about suspension, closure, causes, or remedial measures. Bank type not specified in text.

Events (1)

1. April 1, 1888* Run

Cause Details: Article simply refers to a recent disastrous run without specifying a trigger (rumor, correspondent failure, insolvency, etc.).
Newspaper Excerpt: When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank
Source: newspapers

Newspaper Articles (6)

1. April 22, 1888 The Memphis Appeal Memphis, TN

Article from The Memphis Appeal, April 22, 1888

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A Providential Dispensation. Opie P. Read in Texas Siftings. When the recent disastrons run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank an old fellow who had come to town with a sack of fish stopped on the sidewalk and in astonishment viewed the excited crowd. "What'sthe matter with all these folks?" he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible. "If that's the case I'm in with "em; been looking for somethin' of this sort for some time," and dropping his sack of fish he crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's window and said: "Here, cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out?" "Money. Give me my share." "What is the amount of your deposit? Where's your check?" The old fellow did not understand, and the cashier continued: "How much money did you put in here?" "Didn't put none in. What do you take fur?. Thought it Was a sorter free fight." "Stand aside, old man!" "Hold on. If the government's busted why don't you divide up?" Say, gimme ten dollars an' I'll call it squar'." He was thrust aside, and finding himself near the door, he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had left them. The sack was gone. "Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turning to a cripple, who, with a ghastly expression, leaned on his crutches. "I don't know." "Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em." "I look like running away with anything,' sighed the poor fellow. "Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't a cripple I'd whale you. Anybody seed a sack o' fish?" he cried, and rushing into the street he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county clerk was called a thief, and the leading minister of the town was rudely jerked to one side and told that if he did not immediately surrender the sack of fish the air would be fullo of his tattered wardrobe. In a tumble-down cabin, at the end of a squalid alley, sat an old negro, contemplating with the stendy eye of satisfaction a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun-tish and goggle-eyed perch. "Lawd! Nelson, whar'd yer git all dem fish?" asked R woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. "De Sabier sent 'em, honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had his eye on my appertite and longin' for some time. De Lawd made a white man goan' ketch 'em, chile, an' fetch 'em ter town. When de white man met me he put down de fish an' schrouged into de bank airter money; an' I have every reason to beliebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dish heah transacshun wuz intended by de Lawd fur ter sarve two pupposes: One puppose wuz to satisfy an ole servant's appertite, an' de udder wuz tershow er white man de vanity of leabin' whut de Lawd had gin him and runnin' airter de gains

2. May 6, 1888 Omaha Daily Bee Omaha, NE

Article from Omaha Daily Bee, May 6, 1888

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A Providential Dispensation. Opie P. Read, in a recent edition of the Texas Siftings, says: When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank an old fellow, who had come to town with a sack of fish, stopped on the sidewalk and, in astonishment. viewed the excited crowd. "What is the matter with all these folks?" he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible." "If that's the case, I'm i.n with 'em; been looking for something of this sort for some time," and dropping his sack of fish, he crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's window and said: "Here, cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out?" "Money. Give me my share." "What is the amount of your deposit? Where's your check?" The old fellow did not understand, and the cashier continued: "How much money did you put in here?" "Didn't put none in. What do you take me fur? Thought it was a sorter free fight." "Stand aside, old man." "Hold on. If the government's busted why don't you divide up? Say, gimme $10 an' I'll call it squar'." He was thrust aside, and finding himself near the door he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had left them. The sack was gone. "Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turning to a cripple, who, with a ghastly expression, leaned on his crutches. "I don't know." "Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em." "I look like running away with anything," sighed the poor fellow. "Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't a cripple I'd whale you. Anybody seed a sack o' fish?" he cried, and rushing into the street he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county clerk was called a thief, and the leading minister of the town was rudely jerked to one side and told that if he did not immediately surrender the sack of fiels the air would be full of his tattered wardrobe. In a tumble down cabin, at the end of a squallid alley, sat an old negro, contemplating with the steady eye of satisfaction a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun fish and goggle-eyed perch. "Lawd! Nelson, whar'd yer git all dem fish?" asked a woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. "De Sabier sent'em honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had His eye on my appertite and longin' fur some time. De Lawd made a white man go an' kech 'em, chile, and fetcn 'em ter town. When de white man met me he put down de fish an' schrouged into de bank airter money; an' I have every reason to beliebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dis heah transacshun wuz intended by de Lawd fur ter sarve two pupposes: One puppose wuz to satisfy an ole servant's appertite an' de udder wuz ter show er white man de vanity of leabin' what de Lawd had gin him and runnin' airter de gains o' dis heah world. Fix de cookin' intentials. Daim ef dis ain't a monstrous fine pike. Uh, huh! Fish wan't 'tended fur white folks no how. Hurry up dar. I wan ts ter heah dat greace sputter."

3. May 10, 1888 Grant County Herald Lancaster, WI

Article from Grant County Herald, May 10, 1888

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HE GOT THE FISH. One of Opie Read's Good Stories of a Nogro's Cunning and a White Man's Cupidity. When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank, an old fellow who had come to town with a sack of fish, stopped on the sidewalk, and in astonishment viewed the excited crowd. "What's the matter with all these folks?" he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible." "If that's the case I'm in with 'em; been looking for somethin' of this sort for some time," and dropping his sack of fish he crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's window and said: "Here, Cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out?" "Money. Give me my share." "What IS the amount of your deposit? Where's your check?" The old fellow did not understand and the cashier continued: "How much money did you put in here?" "Didn't put none in. What do you take me fur? Thought it was a sorter free fight." "Stand-aside, old man!" "Hold on. If the government is busted, why don't you divide up?" Say, gimme ten dollars an' I'll call it squar'." He was thrust aside, and finding himself, near the door, he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had left them. The sack was gone. " Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turning to a cripple, who, with a ghastly expression, leaned on his crutches. don't know." 'Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em.' "I look like running away with any thing," sighed the poor fellow. "Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't 2 cripple I'd whale you. Any body seed a sack o' fish!" he cried, and, rushing into the street, he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county court clerk was called a thief, and the leading minister of the town was rudely jerked to one side, and told that if he did not immediately surrender the sack of fish the air would be full of his tattèred wardrobe. In a tumble-down cabin, at the end of a squalid alley, sat an old negro, contemplating, with the steady eye of satisfaction, a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun fish and goggled-eyed perch. Lawd Nelson, whar'd yer git all dem fish?" asked a woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. De Sabier sent 'em, honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had His eye on my appetite an' longin' fur fish fur some time. De Lawd made a white man go an' ketch 'em, chile, an' fetch 'em ter town. When de white man met me, he put down de fish an' scroughed into de bank airter money; an' I have eevery reason to beliebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dish heah transacshus wuz intended by de Lawd to sarve two pupposes: One puppose was to satisfy an old servant's appertite, an' de udder wuz ter show er white man de vanity of leabin' whut de Lawd had gin him, an' runnin' airter de gains o' dis heah world. Fix de cookin' intentials. Daim ef dis ain't a monstrous fine pike. Uh, huh! Fish wan't tended fur white folks, no how. Hurry up dar. I wants ter heah dat grease spatter."-Opic P. Read, in Texas Sifings,

4. May 17, 1888 The Worthington Advance Worthington, MN

Article from The Worthington Advance, May 17, 1888

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A Providential Dispensation. Texas Siftings. When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank an old fellow who had come to town with a sack of fish stopped on the sidewalk and, in astonishment, viewed the excited crowd. "What is the matter with all these folks?" he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible." "If that's the case I'm in with'em; been looking for something of this sort for some time," and dropping his sack of fish he crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's win. dow and said: "Here cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out?' "Money. Give me my share." "What is the amount of your depos it? Where's your check?" The old fellow did not understand, and the cashier continued: "How much money did you put in here?" "Didn't put none in. What do you take me fur? Thought it was a sorter free fight." 'Stand aside, old man!" 'Hold on. If the government's busted why don't you divide up? Say. gimme $10 an' I'll callitsquar.' He was thrust aside. and finding himself near the door he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had left them. The sack gone. "Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turning to a cripple, who, with a ghastly expression, leaned on his crutches. "I don't know." 'Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em." "I look like running away with anything," sighed the poor fellow. "Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't a cripple I'd whale you. Anybody seed a sack o' fish?" he cried, and rushing into the street he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county clerk was called a thief, and the leading minister of the town was rudely jerked to one side and told that if he did not immediately surrender the sack of fish the air would be full of his tattered wardrobe. In a tumble down cabin, at the end of a squalid alley, sat an old negro, contemplating with the steady eye of satisfaction a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun fish and goggle-eyed perch. "Lawd! Nelson, whar'd ver git all dem fish?" asked a woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. De Sabier sent 'em honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had His eye on my appertite and lodgin' fur some time. De Lawd made a white man go an' ketch 'em chile, an' fetch em ter town. When de white man met me he put down de fish an' schrouged into de bank airter money; an' I have every reason to bellebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dish heah transacshun wuz intended by de Lawd fur ter sarve two pupposes: One puppose wuz to satisfy an' ole servant's appertite an' de udder wuz ter show er white man de vanity of leabin' what de Lawd had gin him and runnin' airter de gains o' dis heah world. Fix de cookin' intentials. Daim ef dis ain't a monstrous fine pike. Uh, huh! Fish wan't 'tended fur white: folks no how. Hurry up dar. I wants ter heah dat greece sputter."

5. June 15, 1888 Alma Record Alma, MI

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SECOND VERSE. Selec' go' podnahs for de fray, When de silver moon am shinin', Fo' de uppah crus' am out to-day, Shinin' bright above dar; So overjoyed we all will feel, When de silver moon am shinin', When dey yank dat "Ol Virginay Reel" Shinin' bright above dar. # HE GOT THE FISH. One of Opie Read's Good Stories of a Ne- gro's Cunning and a White Man's Cupidity. When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank, an old fellow who had come to town with a sack of fish, stopped on the sidewalk, and in as- tonishment viewed the excited crowd. "What's the matter with all these folks?" he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible." "If that's the case I'm in with 'em; been looking for somethin' of this sort for somo time," and dropping his sack of fish ho crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's window and said: "Hera Cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out?" "Money. Give me my share." "What is the amount of your deposit? Where's your check?" The old fellow did not understand and the cashier continued: "How much money did you put in here?" "Didn't put none in. What do you tako me fur? Thought it was a sorter free fight." "Stand aside, old man!"" "Hold on. If the government is busted, why don't you divide up?" Say, gimme ten dollars an' I'll call it squar'." He was thrust aside, and finding himself, near the door, he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had left them. The sack was goro. "Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turn- ing to a cripple, who, with a ghastly ex- pression, leaned on his crutches. "I don't know." "Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em.' "I look like running away with any thing," sighed the poor fellow. "Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't a cripple I'd whale you. Any body seed a sack o' fish?" he cried, and, rushing into the street, he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county court clerk was called a thief, and the leading minis- ter of the town was rudely jerked to one side, and told that if he did not immediate- ly surrender the sack of fish the air would be full of his tattered wardrobe. In a tumble-down cabin, at the end of a squalid alley, sat an old negro, contem- plating, with the steady eye of satisfaction, a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun fish and goggled-eyed perch. "Lawd! Nelson, whar'd yer git all dem fish?" asked a woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. "De Sabier sent 'em, honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had His eye on my appetite an' longin' fur fish fur some time. De Lawd made a white man go an' ketch 'em, chile, an' fetch 'em ter town. When de white man met me, he put down de fish an' scroughed into de bank airter money; an' I havo eevery reason to beliebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dish heah transacshus wuz intended by de Lawd to sarve two pupposes: One puppose was to satisfy an old servant's appertite, an' de udder wuz ter show er white man de vanity of leabin' whut de Lawd had gin him, an' runnin' airter de gains o' dis heah world. Fix de cookin' in- tentials. Daim ef dis ain't a monstrous fine pike. Uh, huh! Fish wan't tended fur white folks, no how. Hurry up dar. I wants ter beah dat grease spatter."-Opis P. Real, in Tezas Sif.ings.

6. June 21, 1888 Weekly Expositor Yale, MI

Article from Weekly Expositor, June 21, 1888

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HE GOT THE FISH. One of Opie Read's Good Stories of a Nogro's Cunning and a White Mun's Cupidity. When the recent disastrous run was made on the Hot Springs (Ark.) bank, an old fellow who had come to town with a sack of fish, stopped on the sidewalk, and in astonishment viewed the excited crowd. "What's the matter with all these folks? he asked of a bystander. "Why, the bank is about to break and they want to draw out as much of the money as possible." "If that's the case I'm in with 'em; been looking for somethin' of this sort for some time," and dropping his sack of fish he crowded into the bank, fought his way to the cashier's window and said: "Here Cap'n, hand her out." "Hand what out!" "Money. Give me my share." "What is the amount of your deposit? Where's your check!" The old fellow did not understand and the eashier continued: "How-much money did you put in here!" "Didn't put none in. What do you take me furl Thought it was a sorter free fight." "Stand aside, old man!" "Hold on. If the government is busted, why don't you divide up!" Say, gimme ten dollars an' I'll call it squar'." He was thrust aside, and finding himself, near the door, he thought of his fish and hurried to the place where he had them. The sack was gono. " Whar's dem fish?" he exclaimed, turning to a cripple, who, with a ghastly ex pression, leaned on his crutches. don't know." "Yes, you do know. Bet you ran away with 'em.' "I look like running away with any thing," sighed the poor fellow. * Wall, it ain't your fault if you don't, an' if you wasn't a cripple I'd whale you. Any body seed a sack o' fish!" he cried. and, rushing into the street, he accused nearly every one he met. The circuit court judge was upbraided, the county court clerk was called a thief, and the leading minister of the town was rudely jerked to one side, and told that if he did not immediately surrender the sack of fish the air would be full of his tattered wardrobe. In a tumble-down cabin, at the end of a squalid alley, sat an old negro, contemplating, with the steady eye of satisfaction, a gleaming array of bass, pike, sun fish and goggled-eyed perch. Lawd! Nelson, whar'd yer git all dem fish?" asked a woman who entered and put down a bundle of clothes. / De Sabier sent 'em, honey, fur de Lawd hab dun had His eye on my appetite an' longin' fur fish fur some time. De Lawd made a white man 60 an' ketch 'em, chile, an' fetch 'em ter town. When de white man met me, he put down de fish an' scroughed into de bank airter money; an' I have eevery reason to beliebe dat when he come back de fish wuz gone. Dish heah transacshus wuz intended by de Lawd to sarve two pupposes: One puppose was to satisfy an old servant's appertite, an' de udder wuz ter show er white man de vanity of leabin' whut de Lawd had gin him, an' runnin' airter de gains o' dis heah world. Fix de cookin' intentials. Daim ef dis ain't a monstrous fine pike. Uh, huh! Fish wan't tended fur white folks, no how. Hurry up dar. I wants ter heah dat grease spatter."-Opis P. Real, in Texas Sifings.