Safe as the Bank.

An old lady was going down a coalmine for the first time. As the cage descended she noticed how she and the rest of the party were dependent upon a single rope to which it was attached.

“Do you think it's quite safe?” she asked a miner as she glanced at the rope.

“Safe as the bank,” returned the miner. “There's nothing to be afraid of. These ropes are guaranteed to last 12 months, and this one ain't due to be renewed till to-morrow.”

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