The men and women who did big things were too busy for picturesque posing.

Bohemia, as legend read it, had to do with rags and dreams and ambition without effort, a shabby, down-at-heel pretension that glittered without gratifying.

The Bohemians of to-day were the failures of to-morrow.

And the crowd who lived at the Holbein Club lived, loved, worked and died much in the fashion of less gifted folk.

If there was a Bohemia of success, however, it danced here to-night.
But, girleen, the music was urging! And who could resist the sweet wild delirium of a violin's call?
Certainly not an Irishman intent upon a moonbeam imprisoned in a girl's bright hair.