The Philistine Vol. 18 APRIL, 1904 No. 5 Heart to Heart Talks with Philistines by the Pastor of His Flock Bloomingdale is not a place-not a locality. It is a condition of mind. WONDER if you ever heard of the I never did until the other day when I happened to be in Philadelphia. Three men came to my hotel and told me about the Club and asked me to attend the Annual Dinner which was to occur the next evening. The men who called on me were Isaac Solis, Jimmie McCartney and a guy named Gordon. I did n't much like their looks at first, they appeared to me like gold-brickers. I asked for their real names and they hesitated. They assured me that all members of the Clover Club were Perfect Gents. I found out afterward that this was true. I didn't care to go out with these men and call THE PHI- on their friends, and feeling to see that my LISTINE Waterbury was all right, I accepted their invitation to Dinner and bade them good-day. At the Dinner there were some big men-Miles, Miles and the three dogs of the sea made "I wish some one would interrupt me," said Clark, when he saw the Cloverites leaning their heads upon their hands in a wearied way. "I wish some one would interrupt me," said Clark. "Say something and we will," called a Pig in Clover by the name of Nunez. Col. Alexander McClure, who presided, now called to the Chair Ex-Governor William M. Bunn, saying that the meeting was getting too uproarious and the Members were beyond his control. The Governor on taking the Chair was greeted by several members, I noticed, as "Bill." Bill had a deal of power as a presiding officerhe is a tried orator who speaks in a deliberate, forceful and earnest way with big manhood and a chaw of tobacco behind every word. He told how the Club has entertained every President |