In a profession that prides itself on impeccable dignity, Atlanta Banker Mills B. Lane Jr., 56, often seems downright outlandish. To help promote Georgia's fledgling woolen industry, he once brought in a herd of sheep to graze in his bank's main lobby. Emphasizing the virtues of teamwork, he has arrived at official meetings decked out in baseball and football uniforms. At one meeting, anxious to rev up competition among his bank's various branches, he showed up at the wheel of a child's toy car. And to make the point that the bank's executives ought to aim at bigger and...
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