At precisely 8:25 every morning except Sunday last week, the employes of the First National Bank of Pikeville, Ky. entered the bank through a side door, filed past a chiming cuckoo clock, gathered in the directors' room. There Bookkeeper Mary Clark seated herself at a shiny electric organ and began a service consisting of a hymn, ten Bible verses, a short but earnest homily. The homily was delivered by stout, expansive, 39-year-old John Marvin Yost, the bank's vice president, cashier, trust officer and secretary. Sample sentiment: "Pikeville is the grandest town that ever was." At 9 sharp, John Yost...
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