The Dreamers: A Club - John Bangs

John Kendrick Bangs

The Dreamers: A Club

I

THE IDEA

The idea was certainly an original one. It was Bedford Parke who suggested it to Tenafly Paterson, and Tenafly was so pleased with it that he in turn unfolded it in detail to his friend Dobbs Ferry, claiming its inception as his very own. Dobbs was so extremely enthusiastic about it that he invited Tenafly to a luncheon at the Waldoria to talk over the possibilities of putting the plan into practical operation, and so extract from it whatever of excellence it might ultimately be found to contain.

As yet it is only an idea, you know, said Dobbs; and if you have ever had any experience with ideas, Tenny, you are probably aware that, unless reduced to a practical basis, an idea is of no more value than a theory.

True, Tenafly replied. I can demonstrate that in five minutes at the Waldoria. For instance, you see, Dobbsy, I have an idea that I am as hungry as a bear, but as yet it is only a theory, from which I derive no substantial benefit. Place a portion of whitebait, a filet Bearnaise, and a quart of Sauterne before me, and

I see, said Dobbsy. Come along.

And they went; and the result of that luncheon at the Waldoria was the formation of The Dreamers: A Club. The colon was Dobbs Ferrys suggestion. The objects of the club were literary, and Dobbs, who was an observant young man, had noticed that the use of the colon in these days of unregenerate punctuation was confined almost entirely to the literary contingent and its camp-followers. With small poets particularly was it in vogue, and Dobbs who, by-the-way, had written some very dainty French poems to the various fiancées with whom his career had been checkered had a sort of vague idea that if his brokerage business would permit him to take the necessary time for it he might become famous as a small poet himself. The French poems and his passion for the colon, combined with an exquisite chirography which he had assiduously cultivated, all contributed to assure him that it was only lack of time that kept him in the ranks of the mute, inglorious Herricks.

As formulated by Dobbs and Tenafly, then, Bedford Parkes suggestion that a Dreamers Club be formed was amplified into this: Thirteen choice spirits, consisting of Dobbs, Tenafly, Bedford Parke, Greenwich Place, Hudson Rivers of Hastings, Monty St. Vincent, Fulton Streete, Berkeley Hights, Haarlem Bridge, the three Snobbes of Yonkers Tom, Dick, and Harry and Billy Jones of the Weekly Oracle, were to form themselves into an association which should endeavor to extract whatever latent literary talent the thirteen members might have within them. It was a generally accepted fact, Bedford Parke had said, that all literature, not even excepting history, was based upon the imagination. Many of the masterpieces of fiction had their basis in actual dreams, and, when they were not founded on such, might in every case be said to be directly attributable to what might properly be called waking dreams. It was the misfortune of the thirteen gentlemen who were expected to join this association that the business and social engagements of all, with the possible exception of Billy Jones of the Weekly Oracle, were such as to prevent their indulgence in these waking dreams, dreams which should tend to lower the colors of Howells before those of Tenafly Paterson, and cause the memory of Hawthorne to wither away before the scorching rays of that rising sun of genius, Tom Snobbe of Yonkers. Snobbe, by-the-way, must have inherited literary ability from his father, who had once edited a church-fair paper which ran through six editions in one week one edition a day for each day of the fair adding an unreceipted printers bill for eighty-seven dollars to the proceeds to be divided among the heathen of Central Africa.

Its a well-known fact, said Bedford a sad fact, but still a fact that if Poe had not been a hard drinker he never would have amounted to a row of beans as a writer. His dreams were induced and I say, whats the matter with our inducing dreams and then putting em down?

That was the scheme in a nutshell to induce dreams and put them down. The receipt was a simple one. The club was to meet once a month, and eat and drink such stuff as dreams are made of; the meeting was then to adjourn, the members going immediately home and to bed; the dreams of each were to be carefully noted in their every detail, and at the following meeting were to be unfolded such soul-harrowing tales as might with propriety be based thereon. An important part of the programme was a stenographer, whose duty it would be to take down the stories as they were told and put them in type-written form, which Dobbs was sure he had heard an editor say was one of the first steps towards a favorable consideration by professional readers of the manuscripts of the ambitious.

I am told, said he, that many a truly meritorious production has gone unpublished for years because the labor of deciphering the authors handwriting proved too much for the readers endurance and it is very natural that it should be so. A professional reader is, after all, only human, and when to the responsibilities of his office is added the wearisome task of wading through a Spencerian morass after the will-o-wisp of an idea, I dont blame him for getting impatient. Why, I saw the original manuscript of one of Charles Dickenss novels once, and I dont see how any one knew it was good enough to publish until it got into print!

Thats simply a proof of what Ive always said, observed one of the Snobbe boys. If Charles Dickenss works had been written by me, no one would ever have published them.

I havent a doubt of it, returned Billy Jones of the Oracle, dryly. Why, Snobbey, my boy, I believe if you had written the plays of Shakespeare theyd have been forgotten ages ago!

So do I, returned Snobbe, innocently. This is a queer world.

The stenographer will save us a great deal of trouble, said Bedford. The hard part of literary work is, after all, the labor of production in a manual sense. These real geniuses dont have to think. Their ideas come to them, and they let em develop themselves. In realistic writing, as I understand it, the author sits down with his pen in his hand and his characters in his minds eye, and they simply run along, and he does the private-detective act follows after them and jots down all they do. In imaginative writing its done the same way. The characters of these ridiculous beings we read of are quite as real to the imaginative writer as the characters of the realist are to the latter, and they do supernatural things naturally. So you see these things require very little intellectual labor. Its merely the drudgery of chasing a commonplace or supernatural set of characters about the world in order to get 400 pages full of reading-matter about em that makes the literary profession a laborious one. Our stenographer will enable us to avoid all this. There isnt a man of us but can talk as easily as he can fall off a log, and a tale once told at our dinners becomes in the telling a bit of writing.

But, my dear Parke, said Billy Jones of the Oracle, who had been a literary journalist, as his fond grandmother called it, for some years, a story told is hardly likely to be in the form calculated to become literature.

Thats just what we want you for, Billy, Bedford replied. You know how to give a thing that last finishing-touch which will make it go, where otherwise it might forever remain a fixture in the authors pigeon-hole. When our stories are told and type-written, we want you to go over them, correct the type-writers spelling, and make whatever alterations you may think, after consulting with us, to be necessary. Then, if the tales are ever published as a collection, you can have your name on the title-page as editor.