Its membership was cosmopolitan; men of every walk in life passed in and out of its doors, professional men and business men, physicians, artists, merchants, authors, engineers, each stamped with the "hall mark" of the St.James, an innate gentleman.

To receive a two weeks' out-of-town visitor's card to the St.James was something to speak about, and men from Chicago, St.Louis, or San Francisco spoke of it with a sort of holier-than-thou air to fellow members of their own exclusive clubs, at home again.
Is there any doubt that Jimmie Dale was a gentleman--an INNATE gentleman?
Jimmie Dale's father had been a member of the St.James Club, and one of the largest safe manufacturers of the United States, a prosperous, wealthy man, and at Jimmie Dale's birth he had proposed his son's name for membership.

It took some time to get into the St.James; there was a long waiting list that neither money, influence, nor pull could alter by so much as one iota.

Men proposed their sons' names for membership when they were born as religiously as they entered them upon the city's birth register.

At twenty-one Jimmie Dale was elected to membership; and, incidentally, that same year, graduated from Harvard.
It was Mr.Dale's desire that his son should enter the business and learn it from the ground up, and Jimmie Dale, for four years thereafter, had followed his father's wishes.