Submitted by:
Ken Little

In 1941 I joined a club that met weekly at the old

    downtown YMCA building. After the meetings several of us would go over to the Davenport Hotel to gather up spare change from beneath the cushions of the

    overstuffed couches and chairs. We would typically

    find enough pennies, nickels and dimes to buy

    ourselves a cherry phosphate at a nearby drug store.