Jack Cox - Dodge Rose

here is the earliest gold money from under edward the second. it was henry the eighth oversaw the first change to the standard, the introduction of crown gold, because the price at which the metal sold in france and flanders was causing the wholesale exportation of english money. professor shann made a noise. is that what i think it is. indeed, a number of coins have been found that have preserved their scent. incredible. is that a guinea. henrie x viii x rvtilans x rosa xx sie x spia x. eloye mestrell began producing milled coinage in the tower and was later detected falseggiando la moneta. no maria theresa i am afraid.

but here, this is especially interesting for us other worshippers of the paltry plated. the events during the reign of charles the first were reflected in coinage more varied and extensive than before or since. one effect of the contest between king and parliament was the establishment of local mints across the country. i felt the rolled up barrel of the western mail in my back. shann was fit to burst.

that brings back memories. my first money box. at kingsclere x had her own room. there was a page just for us in the catalogues. we went to the store with mother and helped her carry everything back. dad read her magazines and it made him arch all over again. we speak, as kinduno said, a different language. when we got in from the farm he held the door open for us and we went through one by one mother and i and x faltering a little then stood staring up the stairwell as we waited for the lift, her hand resting absently on the pomegranates carved in the balustrade or are they another mistake. what is she looking at. come on dear snap out of it, we go up in this.

she derives lessons from the caramel sisters. what will he do to this world by and by. burn it. thats the morning now. then mother will sometimes bring me back a toy or a new dress. the wireless oracle. toy phonograph plays six inch records. natty little dolls for tiny tots with hard heads and nicely dressed. kiddies love to see him eat the pennies. you name it. flying air ship. books sometimes but with pictures. head to foot. oh what a bummer. in a minute. in a few minutes. look out here i go. the best was a toy kodak camera that was like a real one. i carried it around on my neck. we went, x and i, to call on dad at the bank. i took my camera and my money box. not quite a dolls house. it was a model looked just like the head office with a slot in the roof i think it must have been made before the head office. mother got it and five pounds when i was born. a penny for the bank mother. it had all the windows and columns painted on not as fresh anymore as the actual ones. every time i had a birthday dad put a sovereign in it. he even put a sovereign in it that year which was obviously a lesson in something. it was strictly forbidden to take it out of the house but i wanted to bank it already. probably you do not encourage your child to ask for money. id seen mother do it with her handbag.

so we went down through the cry of the needle and mothball man to the stop for the tram into the city. please des. x half pointed at the sandstone clock tower in martin place as if she meant to say something but then turned on her heel and put her finger to her lip and squinted off in another direction and i grabbed her arm with my free hand and said come on snap to it its this way.

it looked shinier then, it was i guess. it had only just come out of its packet. it soared above the neighbouring buildings apart from the post office which as it was down the hill a little tended to recede in comparison anyway, grains. the new midpoint. seemed to in those first weeks at least. the workers were still coming out of it here and there, dusting off on their trousers the last powder from some chiselled nook or cranny beyond the normal purview of the banking or curious public, and nothing for the cleaners to do yet. it simply shimmered, it still does at the right time of day. assembled into one imminently punctual symbol every one of its polished details blew the news from the coded telegrams passing at that moment between the bruce government and the agent in new york. a terribly kept secret if anyone was hoping to. there wasnt a place in the country like it. unique use of reinforced concrete and architectural terra cotta. chicago style. the latter got up a local industry at.

o well there was kingsclere. plenty of people pretended to want to open an account but had really just come in to look. and these magnificent columns. serpentine green. no it isnt what you think it is its called scagliola. no one knows how. the workmen put up screens while they worked. a jealous race. im sure i know someone who would love to know. had horses haul the vault door up martin place. no longer moore street. yes chubbs. x was stupefied in my opinion but then it was enough to make even a city girls mouth hang open. it was better than hordens. really gave you a feeling of something you could depend on, i mean the building. unlike the roman high court. had a pneumatic front door fell into a cavity in the basement every morning. every morning you understand. higher up a mechanical fire escape had been disguised as a first floor window in elizabeth street. the false sill and keystone it could be moved aside to allow a wide steel stairway to descend eight metres to the street. well x and i sidled under the counter see if i could spot anyone i recognised or at least a way through to another level. the clerks had little bells if they didnt just keep hitting something metallic. appetite of the spirit, maam, natural as hunger to the body. a reason between two people. dont consider that very professional. if i had a mind. obliged. as i was saying when i was with the mutual life trust. in adelaide. no a sinking fund, no, no to retire indebtedness. down at the thingammieborough wool store, you know opposite the wharves, yes the rams heads. well thats just where i lost it. oh stop. it was precious. of course i couldnt say a word to charlie. you know they keep it under the street. thats a lie. honest to god its flowing free down there its an aladdins cave. hed think it was bad luck. europe i said like everyone has been turning back. as if they dont have enough marks to make houses with. stop. popular longing to get back to something solid. instinctual really, distracted times. want something solid under. please ladies if i can have your attention for the matter at hand. excuse me. the members leant over us or pressed themselves against the counter without interruption and then we went around them but never so far out the clerks could see us. of course in the end we ran smack into a security guard who said what are you doing snooping around this side those stairs are out of bounds. my ward wishes to deposit the contents of her piggy bank. her father is on the board of directors. well if you say so half smiled the guard then, lifting the visor of his cap to scratch his forehead. x didnt blink. ill take you up.

we waited pretty much where we were told to until we almost got sick of it. hullo there you two said langley as he turned into the corridor ahead of the guard. he had a portfolio under his arm and he was carrying his hat in the other hand. thank you peters i can look after them from here, i was just on my way over myself. he was more animated than id ever seen him at kingsclere. beads of sweat had broken out under his nose. he nodded to x and tapped my money box which must have made a hollow enough sound but he almost lost his grip on the portfolio in the process. youve come to the wrong place pumpkin, your pa works here. obviously that was an extremely disturbing thing to hear at such an age. of course they hadnt made tin boxes like the savings bank yet dont know what i was thinking. in the public mind the bank was the building and the building was the bank. langley laughed. someone must have. it was right behind you. come on, i have a message i want to get to him before he pops out for a bite.