{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_sha256": "f4bfec060ff12d009b8debcf7333b530f73e9f1b5135791bf350a592b8f610fd", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/07/19_01/bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/07/19_01/bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1", "page_fin": "1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "A Song of Life", "titre_sommaire": "A Song of Life", "signature_source": "Charles Keeler", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 133, "fin_caractere_exclue": 556, "texte": "A Song of Life\nCharles Keeler.\nP ROM the womb\n* To the tomb\nThis is life, O love,\nPanting breath\nUnto death\nAll the strife, O love.\nFrom the light\nUnto night\nMust we go. dear heart;\nWe but wed\nEre the dead\nIVe know, and part.\nDiVT ere day\nHaste awav.\nLet us live, O love,\nLet us sing,\nLet us cling\nAnd forgive, O love.\nDeath is naught\nWe are taught,\nLife is king, dear heart,\nBut above life, is love,\nSo I sing, dear heart."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1", "page_fin": "2", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Edison in Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "Edison in Greenwich Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 558, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1410, "texte": "Edison in Greenwich Village\nLIE has big, blue eyes, looks very much like his father, but I\ndidn't know he was Thomas Edison's son until after we had\nmet a few times in my garret.\nHe is one of us now, living in Greenwich Village in that big\nold stone mansion on the corner of Eighth street and Fifth\navenue, in Greenwich Village proper, where once the Minnetta\nCreek rippled, and where Our great-grandfathers used to go for\na day's outing in the green fields near the city limits of Old New\nYork.\n\"You have art in all its expressions in Greenwich Village,\"\nhe said to me on one sunny afternoon, standing at the window\nof my garret—the same window from which General Lafayette\nwitnessed the execution of twenty-five highwaymen, during his\nlast visit to the United States in 1824—Washington Square in\nthose days being the Potter's Field of our metropolis."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1278, "texte": "\"You have poetry and paintings and etchings and drawings\nand literary magazines, but you have no music.\" And we spoke\nabout the possibilities of giving to the thousands of New York-\ners and of visitors to New York who pass daily through our\nvillage on their sight-seeing trips and on their hunt for the old\nlandmarks and their present dwellers, a taste of all the beautiful\ntranslated from life into tunes and emanated by the human voice\nand by instruments.\nWe spoke about the life work of his father, completed to\nthe great inventor's satisfaction in the afternoon of his life, in\nthe Diamond Disc, registering for eternal times the fleeting\nbeauty of sound.\nAnd then he extended to me and to those who come to my\nGarret, and to those who will come to my Garret the hospitality\nof his studio. All commercialism excluded, all business set aside,\nthey can come and listen to those wonderful carpets of sounds\nwoven by the greatest composers of the universe and executed\nby equally great interpreters.\nGreenwich Village is one place of worship richer, and grate-\nfully do I register the fact that it is our own Thomas Edison's\nson who will afford everybody who will come a chance to hear\nreal music in the realest part of New York, in dear old Green-\nwich Village."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "2", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "If I Were a Millionaire", "titre_sommaire": "If I Were a Millionaire", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 1280, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2884, "texte": "If I Were a Millionaire\nIf I were a millionaire I would buy enough grounds to seat\ncomfortably every man, woman and child of New York; I\nwould hire two thousand gardeners and make them plant won-\nderful grasses and flowers, and then I would issue an invitanon\nto every man, woman and child, and would place them on those\nsoft lawns amidst the odor and tender beauty of the flowers,\nand I would have Mr. Keeler tell them stories, stories from the\nJapanese, or from India, or from California, or from the East\nSide of New York.\nAnd they all would feel the music and the rhythm of life,\nthey would feel that all is love that lives. Their dull senses\nagain would see and feel the romance of colors, the miracles of\neveryday life, the goodness of love, and the tidings of gladness\nemanated from every thing that lives and exists, His stories are\nsimple. The people he tells about are simple toilers whom we\nwould call slaves if he did not let us see their lives with their\nown eyes.\nAnd how we do need, all of us, such a story on the eve of\na dark day when the spirits seem cast in iron, our souls trodden\ndown and the darkness of the night, the foreboding messenger\nof a new day of sorrow and of disappointment instead of a\nmysterious veil spread over a table loaded down with gifts on\nChristmas eve. - ■ '\nMillionaires of money are building mausoleums, mass up in\nmarble houses books and paintings and statues, and he who\nneeds beauty and love more than anything—even more than the\ndiscovery of a new remedy for consumption—has to find it him-\nself as he walks along his road to the indefinite. And rare and"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 188, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1077, "texte": "precious are the seconds when he finds one of those strange\nsouls who seem to live in another world, who seem to view us\nand our surroundings with the eyes of another world; who\ntouch us and we feel we are not alone in this self-suggested\nand self-imposed misery. Who speak to us and we feel that\nwords are not mere sounds; who give us their thoughts and we\nrealize that we forged ourselves that iron ring, that constraining\nring about our heads; and we look and we listen and we do not\ndare to believe.\nCharles Keeler is the master of storytellers.\nLike the weaver of wonder-\nful brocades, he selected thread after thread and up loomed those\nwonderful pictures before my eyes, creations of simple words\ndipped in red blood, tinted by the golden sun, formed and shaped\nby hands who know the labors and pains of millions, scented with\ngood-will towards everybody and emitted with pure love."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "3", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "I Sing", "titre_sommaire": "I Sing", "signature_source": "Charles Keeler", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1079, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1302, "texte": "I Sing\nCharles Keeler.\nM Y songs are incense\n* * Burning up my heart\nIn this temple of love,\nAll for thee, my dear one.\nIf they give joy\nUnto thee in the burning,\nLet them be wafted afar\nWhen the ashes of my heart are cold."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "3", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Exhibition of Book-Plates with Nudes in Bruno's Garret.", "titre_sommaire": "Exhibition of Book-Plates with Nudes in Bruno's Garret.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1304, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1359, "texte": "Exhibition of\nBook-Plates with\nNudes in\nBruno's Garret."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "4", "page_fin": "4", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Milligan Place Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "Milligan Place Greenwich Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1133, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1165, "texte": "Milligan Place\nGreenwich Village"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-07-19-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-07-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "4", "page_fin": "4", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Ave Maria", "titre_sommaire": "Ave Maria", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1131, "texte": "Ave Maria\nBy Guido Bruno\nSOON the thick brown buds of the trees will open. Nature is\npregnant and will give birth. The tender green, and pink life\nwill thirst for the first refreshing rain. Everything will bloom\nand send forth fragrance and live—and live.\nThe atmosphere around me vibrates. The darkness seems\nto stretch into the immeasurable. And there, from there re-\nsounds the echo. I feel it. With every nerve of my brain and\nwith every vein which leads back from the extremest finger-tips\nto the heart, I feel it. .\nA grave is there with a big cold stone, and under it the dust\nof the warmest heart. Does it bloom there, too, sending forth\nfragrance? And will the rosemarys glow again?\nThe Mother of God in the nearby church holds her baby in\nher arms. She seems to smile and to be pleased with the beau-\ntiful roses and mignonettes brought to her in her month.\nMother of God, do you remember the last sigh of that red\nbleeding heart; you, her last thought before it died? Mother of\nGod, did you send the fragrance and the love through the night\nfrom the one end of the indefinite to the other?\nAve pro nobis."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nMONDAY\nJULY 19, MCMXV\nVol. I.\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nA Song of Life\nCharles Keeler.\nP ROM the womb\n* To the tomb\nThis is life, O love,\nPanting breath\nUnto death\nAll the strife, O love.\nFrom the light\nUnto night\nMust we go. dear heart;\nWe but wed\nEre the dead\nIVe know, and part.\nDiVT ere day\nHaste awav.\nLet us live, O love,\nLet us sing,\nLet us cling\nAnd forgive, O love.\nDeath is naught\nWe are taught,\nLife is king, dear heart,\nBut above life, is love,\nSo I sing, dear heart.\n\nEdison in Greenwich Village\nLIE has big, blue eyes, looks very much like his father, but I\ndidn't know he was Thomas Edison's son until after we had\nmet a few times in my garret.\nHe is one of us now, living in Greenwich Village in that big\nold stone mansion on the corner of Eighth street and Fifth\navenue, in Greenwich Village proper, where once the Minnetta\nCreek rippled, and where Our great-grandfathers used to go for\na day's outing in the green fields near the city limits of Old New\nYork.\n\"You have art in all its expressions in Greenwich Village,\"\nhe said to me on one sunny afternoon, standing at the window\nof my garret—the same window from which General Lafayette\nwitnessed the execution of twenty-five highwaymen, during his\nlast visit to the United States in 1824—Washington Square in\nthose days being the Potter's Field of our metropolis."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"You have poetry and paintings and etchings and drawings\nand literary magazines, but you have no music.\" And we spoke\nabout the possibilities of giving to the thousands of New York-\ners and of visitors to New York who pass daily through our\nvillage on their sight-seeing trips and on their hunt for the old\nlandmarks and their present dwellers, a taste of all the beautiful\ntranslated from life into tunes and emanated by the human voice\nand by instruments.\nWe spoke about the life work of his father, completed to\nthe great inventor's satisfaction in the afternoon of his life, in\nthe Diamond Disc, registering for eternal times the fleeting\nbeauty of sound.\nAnd then he extended to me and to those who come to my\nGarret, and to those who will come to my Garret the hospitality\nof his studio. All commercialism excluded, all business set aside,\nthey can come and listen to those wonderful carpets of sounds\nwoven by the greatest composers of the universe and executed\nby equally great interpreters.\nGreenwich Village is one place of worship richer, and grate-\nfully do I register the fact that it is our own Thomas Edison's\nson who will afford everybody who will come a chance to hear\nreal music in the realest part of New York, in dear old Green-\nwich Village.\n\nIf I Were a Millionaire\nIf I were a millionaire I would buy enough grounds to seat\ncomfortably every man, woman and child of New York; I\nwould hire two thousand gardeners and make them plant won-\nderful grasses and flowers, and then I would issue an invitanon\nto every man, woman and child, and would place them on those\nsoft lawns amidst the odor and tender beauty of the flowers,\nand I would have Mr. Keeler tell them stories, stories from the\nJapanese, or from India, or from California, or from the East\nSide of New York.\nAnd they all would feel the music and the rhythm of life,\nthey would feel that all is love that lives. Their dull senses\nagain would see and feel the romance of colors, the miracles of\neveryday life, the goodness of love, and the tidings of gladness\nemanated from every thing that lives and exists, His stories are\nsimple. The people he tells about are simple toilers whom we\nwould call slaves if he did not let us see their lives with their\nown eyes.\nAnd how we do need, all of us, such a story on the eve of\na dark day when the spirits seem cast in iron, our souls trodden\ndown and the darkness of the night, the foreboding messenger\nof a new day of sorrow and of disappointment instead of a\nmysterious veil spread over a table loaded down with gifts on\nChristmas eve. - ■ '\nMillionaires of money are building mausoleums, mass up in\nmarble houses books and paintings and statues, and he who\nneeds beauty and love more than anything—even more than the\ndiscovery of a new remedy for consumption—has to find it him-\nself as he walks along his road to the indefinite. And rare and"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nCharles Keeler will give a private reading of his very own poems\nat the studio of Mr. Charles Edison, No. 10 Fifth Avenue. It\nis on Monday, the 19th of July, at 2:30 P. M.\n\nprecious are the seconds when he finds one of those strange\nsouls who seem to live in another world, who seem to view us\nand our surroundings with the eyes of another world; who\ntouch us and we feel we are not alone in this self-suggested\nand self-imposed misery. Who speak to us and we feel that\nwords are not mere sounds; who give us their thoughts and we\nrealize that we forged ourselves that iron ring, that constraining\nring about our heads; and we look and we listen and we do not\ndare to believe.\nCharles Keeler is the master of storytellers.\nLike the weaver of wonder-\nful brocades, he selected thread after thread and up loomed those\nwonderful pictures before my eyes, creations of simple words\ndipped in red blood, tinted by the golden sun, formed and shaped\nby hands who know the labors and pains of millions, scented with\ngood-will towards everybody and emitted with pure love.\n\nI Sing\nCharles Keeler.\nM Y songs are incense\n* * Burning up my heart\nIn this temple of love,\nAll for thee, my dear one.\nIf they give joy\nUnto thee in the burning,\nLet them be wafted afar\nWhen the ashes of my heart are cold.\n\nExhibition of\nBook-Plates with\nNudes in\nBruno's Garret."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150719-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAve Maria\nBy Guido Bruno\nSOON the thick brown buds of the trees will open. Nature is\npregnant and will give birth. The tender green, and pink life\nwill thirst for the first refreshing rain. Everything will bloom\nand send forth fragrance and live—and live.\nThe atmosphere around me vibrates. The darkness seems\nto stretch into the immeasurable. And there, from there re-\nsounds the echo. I feel it. With every nerve of my brain and\nwith every vein which leads back from the extremest finger-tips\nto the heart, I feel it. .\nA grave is there with a big cold stone, and under it the dust\nof the warmest heart. Does it bloom there, too, sending forth\nfragrance? And will the rosemarys glow again?\nThe Mother of God in the nearby church holds her baby in\nher arms. She seems to smile and to be pleased with the beau-\ntiful roses and mignonettes brought to her in her month.\nMother of God, do you remember the last sigh of that red\nbleeding heart; you, her last thought before it died? Mother of\nGod, did you send the fragrance and the love through the night\nfrom the one end of the indefinite to the other?\nAve pro nobis.\n\nMilligan Place\nGreenwich Village"}]}