ABSTRACT
Once upon a time M. Francisque Sarcey, wishing to express his abhorrent contempt for a poor play, doubted whether it would please even the inhabitants of Carpentras or of New York. The author think we New Yorkers may fairly protest against the likening of our fellow-citizens to the dwellers in the Boeotia of France, even though we do not dare to call our city the Athens of America. A rare wealth of material will lie ready to the hand of the Dr. Francis of the twentieth century who may write about old New York clubs; but the author doubt if he shall find anywhere in his catalogue a more interesting association than the Grolier. Its constitution declares that "its object shall be the literary study and promotion of the arts pertaining to the production of books".
