Mobile Bank Tours Suburbs (Feb, 1930)

Mobile Bank Tours Suburbs

A ROVING bank on wheels has just been put into service by the Seaboard National bank of Los Angeles, to serve a wide and diversified clientele of depositors whose demand for swift and convenient banking facilities is thus met. Guards armed with riot guns and a sub-machinegun protect the automobile bank against hold-up men. The photo shows the traveling bank teller serving two of the moving bank’s hundreds of small depositors.

  1. Brennan says: June 30, 20118:47 pm

    This is like pre-ATM. “depositors whose demand for swift and convenient banking facilities” = They needa bank often and close to home, just like a modern ATM or online banking. intriguing.

  2. Pat Flannery says: June 30, 201111:07 pm

    Things were apparently pretty rough in the LA hoods then also.
    But I’ll bet they had a lot snappier talk describing an attack on one of these armored cars back then:
    “Yeah… we’re go to crack that turtle’s shell open with some soup…you know…nitro.
    Yeah… then once it’s open, it will be time to take the lettuce and skip the scene.”
    “What if there are any witnesses?”
    “That’s what the “Chicago Typewriters” are for… so we can close any little pigeon’s beak
    before he ever get a chance to sing…yeah…ventilate him.”

  3. blast says: July 4, 201110:08 pm

    They still use these today to tour disaster areas. If I should ever be so unfortunate as to need one, I’ll ask if they still have someone inside with a submachine gun.

  4. twoceevee says: July 18, 20118:59 am

    In the mid Sixties I worked for a bank as a cashier. They thought it would be a good idea to ‘take the bank to the customer’, so bought a Commer half-ton van (Rootes Group, UK, Hillman engine) and had a company fit some cash boxes and a counter into it. There was (purportedly) bullet-proof glass in one side, through which transactions were made and two small unpowered fans in the roof. No bulletproofing anywhere else.

    I used to drive this poor, underpowered thing into some rather dodgy areas, but was never subjected to any kind of hold-up. I was actually a bit disappointed, a hold-up would have enlivened my day greatly. I was very young at the time (18) and a fan of fast cars, so to liven up things at one dusty parking area, I would always race up and do a handbrake turn into position. One morning after I had done this (the money always went everywhere, but it was worth it) and the huge dust cloud was settling, out of the brown mist appeared none other than the manager, coughing and waving away the dust. He’d decided to do an unannounced check.

    Did I get fired? From his suppressed smile he obviously thought it was hilarious, but this being the Sixties, he nevertheless gave me a huge ticking-off. I never did do the handbrake turn again.

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