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When Schwartzburg, the Ransom Center’s Cline curator of literature, first saw the door, she knew it could be the basis of an ambitious online exhibition. “ ing random names, I realized much everyone was someone who had been known at the time,” she said in a telephone interview. The digital exhibition allows visitors to scroll down an interactive photograph of the door and click to a short biography of each signer, along with a related artifact from the Ransom Center’s collections. (Visitors are invited to help identify the more than 50 signatures that remain totally obscure.) Another section, titled “The Bohemians,” groups the signatures under categories ranging from the Provincetown Players and the Armory Show to socialism and Skull and Bones. (The door records only two members of the Yale secret society, but 12 members of the writer and Village gadfly Morley’s equally selective Hours for Lunch Club.) Identifying so names, Schwartzburg said, would have been virtually impossible before e Books digitized millions of pages of rare and far-flung periodicals — a “bittersweet” paradox given that digital technology is also helping to drive today’s neighborhood bookstores out of business. But things were hardly easy back in the shop’s heyday, when would respond to the slow months by loading some inventory onto a Ford truck tricked out as a mobile “book-wagon” and take off for Cape Cod. In , Shay’s store was shuttered for good, one more closing in a neighborhood already awash with complaints about rising rents and crowds of gawking tourists. “It was too personal, too enchanting, too Bohemian a bookshop to survive indefinitely,” Morley wrote in. But now, thanks to the Internet, perhaps it. Schuessler is an editor at the Book Review.