absolutely at home; and although we entered with zest into all that was going on, I don’t think really that we quite lost the feeling that a prayer-meeting was bound to follow.  Much to our surprise no one came up and spoke to us about our souls; indeed our hosts led the way into all the fun that was going, and none of them had the milk-and-bun expression of countenance that we had conjured up in our mind’s eye.  You can see what our conception of Y.M.C.A. members was.  We imagined them a narrow-minded set of some mild kind of religious fanatics.”

I promised a veracious chronicle, and I am quoting Sydney Baxter word for word.  I am inclined to believe that here he is expressing his companions’ anxieties rather than his own.

“The tea gong sounded and our hosts led the way to another large room, and upon the tables was a sumptuous spread.  Being young men we did full justice to it, and throughout the whole of tea time this same atmosphere of sociability surrounded us.

“After tea we were escorted to the lecture room, and, although it is too long ago to remember who the speakers were, and what the subjects, I do know it was most enjoyable.  At the conclusion we were given a hearty welcome to come and use the rooms every evening for reading, writing, or social intercourse and games.  The following morning in the office we all agreed that we had had a most enjoyable evening, and that we had badly misjudged the Y.M.C.A.  A few of us took advantage of the invitation and went again, and received the same warm welcome and had another enjoyable evening.  Shortly afterwards three of us joined the Association.  Until this time I had no idea of the magnitude of the Association’s work; my idea was that little existed outside of the Headquarters and the smaller branches over the country.  This was some eight years ago.  Now every one knows the Y.M.C.A.  I soon got into the stream and found I was in the midst of a large number of football, cricket, swimming, and rowing enthusiasts.  The teams that the Association clubs put into the field and on the river were very strong.  The sports side of the Y.M.C.A. was indeed a revelation.”

So it was that Sydney Baxter’s evenings and week-ends were often spent with his fellows in various Y.M.C.A. organisations.  He was anxious to get on, and the Association classes helped him, too, in his business education.  Ambitious of advancement in the office, he had noted that his schooling was lacking in certain essentials if he was to be fit when the opportunity arrived.  He rose quickly in the business and was soon doing responsible work.  He was one of those fellows who get ready for the time when their chance may come.  It always does come to such as Sydney Baxter.

The Association tackled the holiday problem for this young man too.  This is how he describes his first visit to one of the Y.M.C.A. hotels.  He calls them hotels himself, and I am not surprised, for such they really are.  A “home,” though a beautiful word, does not, somehow, in this connection convey the proper idea of these Y.M.C.A. holiday resorts.  “A home from home”—­well you know!