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PLEAS FOR FAIR PLAY car AVERTED RUN ON BANK Story Revealed How Official Told Depositors They Could Have Enough for Needs NO ACCOUNTS CLOSED OUT CHICAGO, Jan demand for fair play stopped bank run suburb of less than 2000 persons here last when bank closings were at their height. The story of how the bank cashier to close out any unless all depositors equal chance to withdraw their money became known just W. McGinnis, cashier of the Deerfield State bank, in the small town of Deerfield some 26 miles north of Chicago just west of the cialite suburbs of Highland Park and Ravinia, was the hero of the tale, All Get Chance There are only 1820 inhabitants in Deerfield, but McGinnis met the forerunners of excited depositors with this statement: say you need your money and have come to close out your account. We have lot of depositors in this bank and they are all dear to us. Some of you are here, others get here. Some are feeble, some sick, away some have been called to see sick relatives, some in the hospital, some are away work, and some are loyal to the that they will not come. So will have this party every depositor can come, for not favor you and neglect the others. any of you need money, surely you need, being host to this am to judge of what you need today and you can if more can have what you need, even If you to borrow from us, but we are not closing accounts for anyone. Our Rules Citing the fact that there is run unless bank officials and pay out the money, McGinnis pointed out that banker has yet been able control his entire satisfaction the long, deposits runs.' He didn't set up any rules, ask for 30 or 60-day notices, but he refused to pay out money lump sums to the comers at the expense of the other depositors. McGinnis put his thoughts on the subject in lengthy poem from which the following two. stanzas are taken: was workin' at the clover In the lower eighty patch Jes' a-thinkin' how the market Might get better fer this batch, heerd naber callin' Frum the road by Hiller's mill, sayin' how might bust Afore made the hill. I've never bin banker, But I've trusted you heap, An' figgere'd that our money You would always safely keep. But when you start in payin Folks warnin' sound, It's lookin' purty shady If yer pile don't go aroun'."