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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge the Banker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power in the land;<br>His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand;<br>For our town was most remote from commerce centres then,<br>And only Mr Bodge could know who were our solid men.<br>So Mr Bodge within his bank reigned with a pride immense,<br>And rich men and poor men, they paid him deference;<br>For who could know when droughts would come to jeopardise some plan?<br>And one word from Mr Bodge might save or sink a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shone among the 'silvertails,' a leading social light,<br>Well dressed, well groomed and painfully polite.<br>He entertained the Governor, when he was in our town,<br>Magistrates and M.P.'s and others of renown.<br>In full beards and top hats, with such a fancy spread<br>That the fat cook at Flynn's pub went nearly off her head <br>Cold collations, caviare, foods till then unknown,<br>And all were sure that Mr Bodge had money of his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He beamed on Peter Connor when he came into the bank,<br>For Connor was our squatter and a man of social rank.<br>He beamed on all the 'silvertails' of his exclusive set;<br>He frowned on cocky farmers who were over-long in debt.<br>'My bank considers character,' he'd sternly say to those.<br>'If you can't pay the fifty pounds, I fear we must foreclose.'<br>And, tho' small men called him a snob, most of the town agreed<br>That Mr Bodge, tho' hard at times, was very just indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He once went on extended leave, and all the town's elect<br>Gave him a champagne send-off. 'Twas the least one might expect.<br>But when he overstayed his leave there was a mighty din,<br>The bank sent its inspectors up and called its money in <br>Or tried to. But old Connor failed, and Collins at the store,<br>The chemist and the auctioneer and half a dozen more.<br>And men long talked with bated breath of that depression dire<br>When Mr Bodge, the banker, left the old town in the mire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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