proposed, and it was then posted on a bulletin-*board. He was on probation for thirty days, during which he had to be at the club at least five days in the week, in order to become acquainted with the members. Within that time any member could tear his name down, and that ended his candidacy. When his name finally came up for voting it required the full vote of the club to get him in.
And then we grew prosperous, and acquiring a building farther down the alley, we had it decorated in a somber manner, with a notable table, shaped like a coffin, around which we gathered. But the prosperity and the fame of the club led to its end. Rich and important men of Chicago sought membership. Some were admitted, then more, and as a result the club lost its Bohemian character, and finally disbanded.
VIII
Those who are able to recall the symposium of
these minds will no doubt always see the humorous
face of Charlie Seymour as the center of the coterie,
a young man with such a flair for what was news,
with such an instinct for word values, such real
ability as a writer, and such a quaint and original
strain of humor as to make him the peer of any,
a young man who would have gone far and high
could he have lived. An early fate overtook him,
as it overtook Charlie Perkins and Charlie Almy
and Ben King, but their fate had the mellowing kind-
