Some articles on bachelors:

Bachelors Barge Club
... Bachelors Barge Club is an amateur rowing club located at #6 Boathouse Row in the historic Boathouse Row of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... Bachelors Barge Club is currently home to several programs, including the Conestoga High School Crew Team, and the Drexel University Crew Team, among several others ...
Bachelors Walk, Dublin
... Bachelors Walk is a street and quay on the north bank of the Liffey, Dublin, Ireland ... Church Missions - part of the Church of Ireland - are located on Bachelors Walk ...
Bachelors' Club - See Also
... In the Bachelors' Club, Tarbolton, Scotland, Robert Burns and his friends formed a literary and debating society in 1780 ... In 1769 a Bachelors' Club in Gothenburg, Sweden, was founded ... royal appropriation and exists still today as The Royal Bachelors' Club ...
The Paradise Of Bachelors And The Tartarus Of Maids
... "The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids" is a short story written by American writer Herman Melville in April 1855 ... In the first sketch, the London bachelors, all lawyers, scholars, or writers, enjoy a sumptuous meal in a cozy apartment ...
Bachelors' Club
... The Bachelors' Club was a London gentlemen's club in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, now defunct ... As the name suggests, membership was only open to bachelors ... that some of its membership were 'confirmed bachelors' - then both illegal and publicly frowned upon – and it soon became superseded by Buck's as the young man's club in London ...

Famous quotes containing the word bachelors:

    Though bachelors be the strongest stakes, married men are the best binders, in the hedge of the commonwealth.
    Thomas Fuller (1608–1661)

    Nowadays, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.
    Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)

    Flowers so strictly belong to youth, that we adult men soon come to feel, that their beautiful generations concern not us: we have had our day; now let the children have theirs. The flowers jilt us, and we are old bachelors with our ridiculous tenderness.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)