No reason for this, except I found it the other day and scanned it, which means it must be added to the vast museum that is The Internet. Welcome to the Women-Friendly bank:

 

Powder rooms! Women tellers! You were not required to wear a lace mask, though. Inside, a reminder you’d have Women Consultants as well as Tellers, although whether these were women who would consult with you, or men who had consulted with women, I cannot say.

 

No matches: emery boards for your nails. Wonder if there was a men’s version that had small strips of leather for stropping your razor, and a guarantee of He-Man Tellers who won’t consult with you because a man ought to know these things for himself, dadgummit. (spits into cuspidor)