It was a beautiful Deaf Institute made from red sandstone. I was astonished to find that there were many deaf people in the club, not like in the Edinburgh Deaf Club. There was a lovely church in it as well.
     When I spoke to one of the deaf people outside the club, about ten in the evening, I was so interested that I forgot about returning to the railway station to catch my train. Because it was so late, a young Jewish man offered to put me up for one night. The following morning I went back home on Sunday.
     I heard that the Deaf Club in Glasgow had to be demolished because there was dry rot in the floorboards. There is another gargantuan Deaf Club in the Gorbals area. It was a public library. Some Glaswegian deaf people are not happy with it because some of them live in the suburbs of Glasgow. They can't afford to pay expensive bus and train fares.