"it is very pleasant for an old jail bird like myself," said smith at last, "to sit here at my ease. i wish all our absent friends could be with us to-night. or perhaps not quite all. let us say, comrade parker here, comrades brady and maloney over there by you, and our old friend renshaw sharing the floor with b. henderson asher, bat jarvis, and the cats. by the way, i was round at broster street before i left new york.