And Still They Come

"Ha, a new club!" sniffed our detective representative as he threw his eye at a captivating photo displayed in the Hall. An excellent exposure we thought it! Hurriedly he looked up his index of clubs at P. and a ¼ hour's search revealed that the Photographic Club had not existed before.

Careful examination of the dust in the Hall revealed the fact that Odell and Whitworth, the co-criminals, were discussing a "tea and toast" in the Grand. We tacked up and started an interview.

"About photography," we murmured, "I suppose you take photos?"

"Yes, that is the idea," they admitted with Olympian condescension.

"Night photos?"

"No, we use a dark room."

"And what do you take?" we questioned anxiously.

But they smirked, and would not give secrets away. However, they issued an invitation to all who missed the first meeting to communicate with the Secretary and join up.