A stranger came into an Augusta bank the other day and presented a check for which he wanted the equivalent in cash.
"Have to be identified," said the clerk.
The stranger took a bunch of letters from his pocket all addressed to the same name as that on the check.
The clerk shook his head.
The man thought a minute and pulled out his watch, which bore the name on its inside cover.
Clerk hardly glanced at it.
The man dug into his pockets and found one of those "If-I-should-die-tonight-please-notify-my-wife" cards, and called the clerk's attention to the description, which fitted to a T.
But the clerk was still obdurate.
"Those things don't prove anything," he said. "We've got to have the word of a man that we know."
"But, man, I've given you an identification that would convict me of murder in any court in the land."
"That's probably very true," responded the clerk, patiently, "but in matters connected with the bank we have to be more careful."
