Chicago, July 7.
To the Editor of the Tribune:
In direct contrast to the wonderful University of Chicago on the Midway with its wonderful buildings of stone exists the Bug club of Chicago, situated in Washington park, without any stone walls or medievel towers but the blue sky above.
Here men of learning and unlearned self-styled atheists, infidels, theologians, historians, Socialists, rationalists, conservatives, astronomers, mythologists and just plain Americanists gather.
They all sit in a circle as the Rev. Theologian Bishop Burke opened the meeting with a prayer.
Quietly starts the evening meeting with the chairman announcing, choose your own subject, but once a speaker expresses his views three out of every two (in other words, some want to talk twice) are on their feet for a chance to enlighten the rest with his theories, and the evening progresses. I generally leave about 11 and they are still going strong.
Sunday afternoon is the big day and the world and its troubles certainly get ironed out then.
It’s a glorious institution and the man with a craving for knowledge who works all day and cannot afford a university education, if he but listens with an open mind, knowing what to discard as bull (for naturally some of it is) and knowing what to digest, will certainly assimilate a wealth of knowledge in a short summer term.
Oh, the Bug club, long may it rave.
Chicago Daily Tribune, July 9, 1921, p. 6