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The Bank Cracks. Next day and the day after, Don Francisco's concerts went on. Ditty-happy neighbors petitioned the mayor for relief. In the bank, clients threatened to close accounts — "I simply cannot count this money," fumed one old patron. The staff began to crack. "I can't be held responsible for my cash if this noise does not stop," raved a teller. Others asked for sick leave. By week's end, Manager Jose Santamaria had to wire his central office in Bilbao asking permission to come to terms with the landlord.
Don Francisco beamed, gave his gypsies a holiday until "Monday at 9 on the dot." Then, to local reporters, he talked of opening an academy of music in his home, free for all music lovers. "We will have some real classical music," he confided. "Frankly I am getting rather fed up myself with the milk cow."