English poem
F. H. Rawson: Banker, Chicago
by Ring Lardner
If his statements don’t seem to agree With my stubs, why the blame rests with me, And if I’m overdrawn, He camps on my lawn.— Yet he calls it a Trust Company.
Versos English Ring Lardner F. H. Rawson: Banker, Chicago
English poem
by Ring Lardner
If his statements don’t seem to agree With my stubs, why the blame rests with me, And if I’m overdrawn, He camps on my lawn.— Yet he calls it a Trust Company.