Not so very long ago, a bank was a temple; a hallowed place of mystery. Its high priests were the executive officers in three buttoned, vested suits cut from conservative serge, the gleaming marble floors echoed ones footsteps which rang hollowly over the hushed whisper of the business of transacting money. Most banks are very different today. In the hustle of advertising, the giveaways, the constant battle to win depositors - but not all. Some remain just as forbidding, as for example, the First Continental Bank of Cleveland, whose President is the formidable M J Trimble.