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use-one such was recently produced in Paris-and the number of essays heard first on jinks nights, but afterwards seen in print, perhaps paying thereby the writers' "Mdse.' account for the jinks night.
After the high jinks, and on the same night, come the low jinks. This is a very impertinent form of entertainment, usually provided by the younger members, and designed among other things to induce the stars of the high jinks not to take their honours too seriously. here, too, original papers on a stated subject, and music-banjo and guitar taking the place of more highly esteemed strings and sometimes a cartoon, continue the literary and artistic conditions. Low jinks music may be ancient classic, original, rearranged or deformed, so long as it has lots of vim.
The great literary entertainment is the midsummer jinks held in the club's own red-wood grove. At this the number of essays on the stated subject is reduced to give time for the principal dramatic or musical number. These have expanded to an extent and importance year by year until now the mere staging of them costs thousands of dollars. But it is all original work by members, interpreted by members, and usually is in the form of a combined musical and dramatic presentation of a mythical subject suitable for such a stage setting a vast amphitheatre of majestic red woods, under the stars of a cloudless summer night.
One could say something of another endearing feature of those weeks in the jinks grove were this not an article on literary clubs. Otherwise, it might entertain to relate how, at the grove, one may wander with book of poems far from the camp to some seductively shady dell under the towering sequoia, or, with rod and line, to the banks of some enticing brook, yet, tired of poem or rod, where the wise hand can search out, discreetly half-concealed in the deeply trenched bark of a mighty red wood, the familiar push-button whereby one may summon a club waiter to serve a cool bottle and the kind of bird which flocks therewith. But in a "Literary Clubs" series such stories of pampering to the mere senses could have no place.
The largest room in the Bohemian Club has always been its library. I hasten to add, after seeing a picture of the "library" of another literary club wherein the only printed matter was one copy of a ten-cent magazine, that the Bohemian Club's library contains thousands of volumes, which are added to yearly by generous donations by members and purchases from an invested library fund. It is pleasant to set down this matter of fact, because, as has been said, much has been written about this club without an intimation that its literary and artistic features remain as they were at the beginning, paramount.
Next in importance to its jinks are the ceremonies at the club's receptions to distinguished guests; and that to Tomasso Salvini, and a later one to Sir Henry Irving, may briefly be described to give a general idea of this feature of the club's life. There is a pretty prelude to the Salvini reception story: on the train going to San Francisco the actor met a musician member of the club. Having a letter to the club, and learning that his carmate was a member, Salvini told of his own early Bohemian days, recalling a beloved companion of his youth who had written a serenade and dedicated it to Salvini. The tragedian hummed the tune, and became a bit sentimental over the memories it evoked; early days of struggle, of dear friendships——
Dans un grenier qu'on est bien à vingt ans !— while the musician, unobserved, wrote the notes of the serenade on his cuff. Well, in due time, the reception to Salvini was given three hundred members sat at a horseshoe-shaped table, under a dome from which depended what seemed to be an enormous globe of flowers and trailing vines. Hercules, Jupiter, Venus, Apollo, fauns, satyrs, peeped out from leafy coverts upon a glorious field of the State's flower, the golden eschscholtzia, into which was woven in purple blooms, "Salve Salvini!" To a march composed for the occasion the members entered, the lights were lowered and attendants bearing flambeaux ushered in Salvini, escorted by officials robed in crimson; the music changed to a solemn chant sung by a concealed chorus, during which Salvini