"'Just now, boss,' says he, 'everything's layin' low. There's a tip out that Jerome's cigarettes ain't agreein' with him. If it was any other time--say,' says he, like an idea struck him, 'how'd you like to take in the all-night restaurants? Lots of electric lights, boss, and people and fun. Sometimes they laugh right out loud. Out-of-town visitors mostly visit our restaurants.' "'Get away,' says I, 'I'm beginnin' to think your old Tenderloin is nothin' but the butcher's article. A little spice and infamy and audible riot is what I am after. If you can't furnish it go back and climb on your demi-barouche. We have restaurants out West' I tells him, 'where we eat grub attended by artificial light and laughter. Where is the boasted badness of your unjustly vituperated city?' "The fellow rubs his chin again. 'Deed if I know, boss,' says he, 'right now. You see Jerome'--and then he buds out with another idea. 'Tell you what,' says he, 'be the very thing! You jump in my keb and I'll drive you over to Brooklyn. My aunt's giving a euchre party tonight,' says he, 'because Miles O'Reilly is busy, watchin' the natatorium--somebody tipped him off it was a poolroom. Can you play euchre? The keb'll be $3.50 an hour. Jump right in, boss.' "That was the best I could do on the wickedest corner in New York. So I walks over where it's more righteous, hopin' there might be somethin' doin' among the Pharisees. Everything, so far as I could see, was as free from guile as a hammock at a Chautauqua picnic. The people just walked up and down, speakin' of chrysanthemum shows and oratorios, and enjoyin' the misbegotten reputation of bein' the wickedest rakes on the continent." "It's too bad. Bill." I said, "that you were disappointed in the Tenderloin. Didn't you have a chance to spend any of your money?" "Oh, yes," said Bill. "I managed to drop one dollar over on the edge of the sinful district. I was goin' along down a boulevard when I hears an awful hollerin' and fussin' that sounded good--it reminded me of a real enjoyable roughhouse out West. Some fellow was quarrelin' at the top of his voice, usin' cuss words, and callin' down all kinds of damnation about somethin'. "The sounds come out through a big door in a high buildin' and I went in to see the fun. Thinks I, I'll get a small slice of this here Tenderloin anyhow. Well, I went in, and that's where I dropped the dollar. They came around and collected it." "What was inside. Bill?" I asked. "A fellow told me, when we come out," said Bill, "it was a church, and one of these preachers that mixes up in politics was denouncin' the evils of the Tenderloin." The Struggle of the Outliers