The woman made a gesture of impatience--evidently every one should know _her_ name: "I am Dr. Mary Mudd, M. D., of Rush College, unmarried, Resident Physician of the Mudd Maternity Home and the winner of the Mudd medal for an essay on misapplied medicine. There! Now I want to know are women eligible for office in this club?" To which Hopkins replied: "Since women are admitted to membership and pay dues, they are eligible for all offices." "Well, now, I'm with you," said Dr. Mudd; and she sat down. Now arose a thin, dark man with a wild shock of hair, a black beard, a red tie and a general appearance of having _-ski_ at the end of his name. "I vant to know do you hev to be religious your vay in dis cloob?" "Kindly give your name," said the Chair. "Veil, I'm Isaac Skystein; I'm a renovator of chentlemen's deteriorated vearing apparel, and I vant to know of dis is a missionary trick, or do it be a cloob vere von can talk de freedom of speech?" "You do not have to belong to any Church," announced the Chairman. "Vell; is it to be de religious talk?" "Once a week, or maybe once a month, there will be a debate in this hall, at which entire freedom of speech will be allowed." "Dat mean I can get up an' say I doan take no stock in your dern religion? I vant de freedom of de speeches, Ya!" "It means that, at the proper time, each will have a chance to get up and say exactly what he thinks within the decencies of debate." "Vell, I tink I'll join for a vhile, anyvay." Then a red-faced man introduced himself. "I'm Jack Hinks, teamster, and I want to know if any drinks will be sold on the premises." "No, sir; nothing intoxicating." "I mean on the sly." "No, sir: nothing, absolutely nothing." "Well, Mike Shay tipped me off that it was to be 'wet' on the quiet." "He made a mistake; this is to be a strictly teetotal club." "That settles it. What's the good of a club where you can't have no fun? Good night!" and out he went. A lanky youth with unhealthy rings around his eyes and brown stains on his thumb asked if there were to be boxing lessons and would Mr. Hartigan tell them about the scrap between himself and Mike Shay. Mothers asked if a baby corral would be instituted, to set the mothers free for a few hours each day. A tall, pale young man with a Southern coo, asked "whether Negroes were to be admitted." The Chair dodged by saying: "That will be decided by the vote of the majority." A male person, with a beard and a tremulous voice, asked what the club's attitude would be toward the Salvation Army. Before the Chair could reply, little Skystein jumped up and shouted: "Mr. Chairman, ve don't vant 'em; dey's all feelin's an' no brains. You don't see no Chews in de Salvation Army--it's too many emotions; de Chews got too much intellects, ve don't vant----" "I rule you out of order!" shouted the Chair. "Sit down! Now for your question: The club will welcome the Salvationists as individual members. It does not recognize them as a body."