Morning journal and courier., 1888-09-20
SUNDAY NTG ar WITH SOCIALISTS.
a Peculiar LoRA0n ClWb and What
They DO There.

TheY DO There.
EFrom st. Stephens Review.l
The place is not more than one hundred
miles from the dear old Prince of Wales
Theater, now the happy hunting ground of
General Booth and his salvation lasses; the
building is two story erection, once q har-
monium factory, now the German Socialist
workingmen's club; the time is half-past
eight p. m. Accompanying friend, who il
a member of the institution, we dive down a
narrow back passage next to a coal shed,
cross small dark yard, dimly lighted by
one gas jet, and enter small lobby. A
black bearded man puts his head through an
opening on the left hand side and demands
our business. Our friend replies in German,
pushes open swing door, we turn sharp
round to the left and enter the janitor's
sanctun. Here on q desk is large book; In
this our friend enters his name; we sign ours
opposite his; then we hand the ianitor one
penny; he hands Us slip of paper, which is
our credential for the rest of the evening;
and we are free of the club for the night,
with the one exception that we must not buy
any excisable articles-~an exception which
We at once disregard, for we walk straight
up to the bar and call for two glasses of
tskummel," !" in defiance of the club rules and
her naajesty,s excise The kummel drunk,
we look around. We are in long room,
some sixty feet long by eighteen wide. At
one end is the bar, at the other end is the
ianitor's sanctum and apartment sacred to
the ladies, who come here with their male
relations or friends. Two billiard tables,
without pockets, two long dining tables, at
which some forty men and women are de-
vourinR sauSages, SOUR kraut and odorous
cheese and three card tables I'LL ap the
space. We go down below, pass through q
very savory smelling but very dirty kitchen,
and ind ourselves in skittle alley. Here,
in ar, atmosphere almost chokable from the
fumes of gas and tobacco, are some forty or
City Teutons engaged in rolling wooden
balls, varying from ten to fourteen pounds
In weight, along plank road sixty feet in
length, with the object of leve1ing nine skit t.
ties standing on frame, as in ordinary skit-
ties. We are introduced and invited to join
in. We don't know how to play, but we ac-
cept the Invitation.
We lose the game of courss and adjourn
up stairs. There we play billiards until We
are warned by the sound of q bell that the
entertainment up stairs is about TO COM
mence. We have no hesitation in leaving
our billiards, and we climb staircase and
enter low rafter-ceilinged room, about
| twenty feet longer than the billiard, dining
and bar rooms below. This room has some
little interest attached to it. Here did Per.
civa1 Bodley Frost, of Gordon BailIie fame
preside when his friend, ex-Captain R. A,
Henry Hugh Champion, delivered his first
lecture in London. On that little squat
platform at the far end have Most, and
Hyndman, and Herbert Burrows, and Miss
Le Comte, and Herren Bebel, and Leih-
KNIGHT, and Sir John Bennett, and Prince
Krapotkine, and Sophie Percfskayl, and
Peter LavroE, and Adam Weller, and lyman
| (No. y, and Garcia, and many others, GRATED
| and leotured AndreAs Scheii and William
Morris, Karl Marx, his daughter and hii
daughters husband, DR.. Ayeling, DR.. c. r
Drysdale, and Parnellites galore, have al
paraded here. When Charles Bradlaugh wa,