{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_sha256": "38ae09ff2ca9a11d8103d16fb63d73ee9b92c4380d1172699de85ebf06998aff", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/08/05_01/bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/08/05_01/bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "The Rebellious Vine", "titre_sommaire": "The Rebellious Vine", "signature_source": "Harold Monroe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 138, "fin_caractere_exclue": 666, "texte": "The Rebellious Vine\nHarold Monroe.\nQ NE day, the vine\nThat clomb on God's own house\nCried, \"I will not grow,\"\nAnd,\"I will not grow,\"\nAnd\"I will not grow,\"\nAnd,\"I will not grow.\"\nSo God leaned out his head,\nAnd said:\n''You need not.\" Then the vine\nFluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds:\n\"Oh, have I not permission from the Lord?\nAnd may I not begin to cease to grow?\"\nBut that wise God had pondered on the vine\nBefore he made it.\nAnd, all the while it laboured not to grow,\nIt grew; it grew;\nAnd all the time God knew."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "22", "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "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": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 668, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1997, "texte": "Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n■THERE is nothing startling and unusual about it. No luxur-\nious equipment for the audience. No new color schemes,\nno unexpected effects or revolutionizing stage features, no arch-\nitecture producing optic illusions on the stage. It is a show-\nhouse in the realest sense of the word. A house where something\nis shown. The things which are put on show being the only\nreason for the existence of the house, and its main and sole\nfeature.\nOnly with_ physical comfort is the human mind susceptible to\nnew impressions, ready to listen, to like or to dislike, to approve\nof or to reject. An unprejudiced mind must be housed in a com-\nfortable-feeling, self-unconscious body. Therefore, comfortable\narm-chairs are provided with plenty of room to the right and to\nthe left to enable one to change one's position easily, and plenty\nof space between rows so that the legs do not feel stepmotherly\ntreated.\nThe stage is simple. Just an elevation, with no other purpose\nthan to expose the performers conspicuously to everybody\npresent.\nActing, music, singing and recitation are good as the result of\nbeing themselves. Therefore, stage settings of more or less con-\nspicuous designs, decorations of all kinds, the appliance of the\nscience of stage lighting are only irritating and distractive to the\nattention."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1453, "texte": "liHtfMimil JHWIHWHI'M1 II HM lIIHHHWiIIWDHiIIIiIW ililllIHII I'lll lll*ill > II1 I 11 ■ I I'l I .IKIII in I Ml' IP \"WIUMI WMiBWMIMIMHIIPI IW HWHHWIMiWI IMMHWHi ft.l'Hl HI l\"l .IWlli'^lMiliHitW—lilll W\nCHARLES EDISON'S LITTLE THIMBLE THEATRE has\nno competitive ambitions with professional theatres or show-\nhouses. It has one purpose and one aim: to give the American\ncomposer, the American musician, the American playwright and\nthe American poet, a chance to meet face to face with his supreme\ncritic, an American public.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has one mission: to\ncreate ideas, to give everybody who has something to say, a voice,\nto throw ideas among the masses. If they are worth while, the\nmasses will take care of them. They will be exploited and viewed\nand reviewed, reconstructed and remodeled, and improved, and\nthey will live—live forever.\nIf the ideas are shallow, no echo will resound. They will be\nburied in oblivion. The highest and the supremest judgment, the\njudgment that lasts forever and forever is passed by the masses.\nThe masses are composed of thousands of individuals. Every\nindividual has his voice in this court of judgment. Just one in-\ndividual might tip the balance of all the thousands. To the in-\ndividual must we speak in order to speak to the masses. Just to\nthe one who might find in four or six simple lines of rhythm the\nrevelation of the harmony and the rhythm of his own simple\nlife."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "22", "page_fin": "23", "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "\"A Bushel of Fun\", says Edison", "titre_sommaire": "\"A Bushel of Fun\", says Edison", "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": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 1455, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3201, "texte": "\"A Bushel of Fun\", says Edison\n■y HE American showhouses and music halls cannot lend them-\n* selves to experiments. High prices of admission are being\ncharged and therefore only the very best is being given in ex-\nchange, or, something insignificant in a wonderfully bewitching\nand most costly garment. There is the grand opera, composed\nof the most accomplished musicians in the orchestra, of the\nworld's wonders of human voices, and there is the made-to-order,\nmeasured-to-the-body of the Broadway star-musical comedy, in\nreality but an exponent of the most intricate stage tricks, of the\nart of the theatrical dressmaker and of human beauty.\nThe composer, the playwright, the musician, have very little\nor no chance. The theatrical producer cannot give them a\nchance to get a hearing as long as the playwright's name or the\nmusician's name is not so firmly established that a fiasco would\nbe out of question.\nThe recitals which are taking place every Monday afternoon\nuntil the opening of the Little Thimble Theatre as a playhouse\non the 6th of September, are proving beyond doubt that Mr.\nEdison's optimism regarding both the auditorium and American\ncreators of music and poetry is well founded. The limited seat-\ning capacity of the auditorium made it necessary on last Monday\nto turn away hundreds of men and women eager to listen to the\nwork of an unknown composer.\n\"Surely, all these men and women,\" said Mr. Edison, standing\nat the window of the vestibule and looking at the crowds stand-\ning patiently in the melting-hot afternoon sun in front of the\nhouse, after the performance had begun, \"were not attracted by\nthe fact that an admission fee is not being charged. They are\nall prosperous-looking. They could well afford to buy an or-"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1374, "texte": "chestra seat to a Broadway matinee. Is it curiosity that brings\nthem down here ? Maybe. But look! I distinctly remember\nsome of the faces were here before. Now, why do they come\nagain? They must have liked it. And all the others, what do\nthey expect?\n\"What? I think I know why they make a pilgrimage to out-\nof-the-way Greenwich Village. They feel instinctively that they\nare called upon to act as judges, that they will have here a chance\nto like or dislike whatever is offered. It is the old story. To\ngive affords more pleasure than to receive. If a man buys a ticket\nto a show, he is a party to a contract. He has performed his\nshare and he has to go and sit there in his seat to get value\nreceived. And after he has taken in the show, no matter if he\nlikes it or not, all points of the agreement have been fulfilled, the\ncurtain descends upon the last scene and the business is over. If\nhe comes down to the Little Thimble Theatre, he and those whose\nworks he hears have equal chances. Right here they will ex-\nchange values. The artists will give their best. They value it as\ntheir privilege to offer it, and he, the listener, is the judge. He\nrenders to them a service. His acceptance or rejection may\nmean a turning-point in their lives. And while this all is really\nserious business, he passes a few pleasant hours. And we all\nhave a bushel of fun.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "23", "page_fin": "23", "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "The Monday Matinee", "titre_sommaire": "The Monday Matinee", "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": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1376, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2464, "texte": "The Monday Matinee\nN Monday, the 9th of August, Miss Helen Desmond, a young\nAmerican pianist and composer, will play a selection of\nher favorite masters. She studied in Chicago and her highest\naim and ambition is to render the creations of Liszt, of Bach, of\nSchumann, of Beethoven and of Mozart just as they were com-\nposed. She abstains from any effort of personal interpretation.\nHer playing is simple and is an expression of the humble admira-\ntion of the disciple of the beloved master.\nMISS ELIZABETH RUBB, who will sing songs by American\n*** composers, is an American girl who has had since her early\nyouth a hard struggle for her life and for her art. The financial\nquestion is a cruel factor in the life of an artist—especially in\nthe life of a woman gifted with a voice and full of ambition to\nfollow her vocation. Miss Rubb earns her livelihood as a mil-\nliner. While following her daily task of combining color and\nmaterial to a harmonious creation, her mind is occupied with\nmelodies and scales, and the work of her hands does not seem\nto be badly influenced by her thoughts."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "23", "page_fin": "23", "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The world does not accept readily and", "titre_sommaire": "The world does not accept readily and", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 2466, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2624, "texte": "G. B.\nThe world does not accept readily and\nwith open arms prophets of a new creed and\napostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their\ndeath."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "24", "page_fin": "24", "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Disc Concerts on Washington Square", "titre_sommaire": "Disc Concerts on Washington Square", "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": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1207, "texte": "Disc Concerts on Washington Square\ngEFORE representatives of the Park Commission and several\nhundred people who assembled in no time on Washington\nSquare, the first and trial concert given by an Edison Diamond\nDisc—especially constructed for the occasion—took place on last\nFriday and was a wonderful success. Notwithstanding the\nnoisy hustle-bustle of the passing street cars and of elevated\ntiains, the selection of music could be heard distinctly as far as\nan orchestra could reach, and the quality of the tone was won-\nderfully distinct. Especially the solos from Verdi's operas in\nthe Italian language aroused enthusiasm among the many listen-\ners from Little Italy, back of our Square, who called again and\nagain for encores.\nHundreds of people await their turns on sunny afternoons to\nconquer a seat on top of a bus for the cooling ride. They have\nto stand and wait on the Square for a good long while, and Mr.\nEdison wishes them, too, to be participants in his concerts. He\nis working at present on a sound-increasing attachment which\nwill carry the tones from the Diamond Disc in unspoiled quality\nto their ears. The attachment will be used at the next concert, on\nFriday afternoon."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "24", "page_fin": "25", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 5, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Children's Hour", "titre_sommaire": "The Children's Hour", "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": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1209, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3038, "texte": "The Children's Hour\nWASHINGTON SQUARE is the Dorado of the many\nhundred children of the tenement houses back of Wash-\nington Square and the zig-zag streets which are harmoniously\nbut geometrically very inaccurately grouped around the Square.\nHere they come and mingle with their more fortunate contem-\nporaries, who chose their parents in the apartment houses and\nolq stone mansions on the Square and lower Fifth avenue.\nHappy children!—they do not know yet the meaning of this all-\npotential word, money. All-potential? Surely, it is not. Not\non the Square. In the afternoon, when the governesses are sit-\nting on the benches and chatting with the mothers who come\nfor a breath of fresh air after they have finished their housework.\nAnd the hurdy-gurdy is playing on the sidewalk and the little\nmiss in her immaculate frock is swaying to the rhythm with a\nraggy> picturesque son of sunny Italy as a dancing partner. To\nwatch those little tots! _ How deliriously unceremoniously they\nget acquainted—how patiently the little one after whose great-\ngrandfather a street of New York was named, is listening to the\nfirst attempts to speak English of the boy who is designated to\nbe the ancestor of Americans! Tears are quickly dried. Heart-\nsobbing unhappiness over one of the many tragedies in the every-\nday life of children is quickly forgotten: dolls—almost real\nlittle babies—and those cheap things bought in ten-cent stores,\nwhich just now are tenderly fondled are thrown on the grass\nor on the hard bench, if the tunes of the hurdy-gurdy are near-\ning. But the grind-organ men seem to be on the dying-out list.\nOr, perhaps, licenses are not granted any more so freely. Well,\ngrown-ups often think about them quite differently than the little\nones playing on the street. At any rate, it is an event if he\narrives on the Square."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1463, "texte": "Mr. Edison will be the musicman for the children of Green-\nwich Village. A childrens' hour on a few afternoons each week\nwill bring them music and dancing, real joy and merriment. Near\nthe arch, around the fountain, facing the west, are childrens'\nplaygrounds closed to the traffic. Under the supervision of com-\npetent teachers and women who volunteer their services as\nchaperones and dames de garde dances will be arranged. The\nEdison Disc will furnish the music and the little boys and girls\nwill have a chance to get acquainted with dancing etiquette. The\nboys will be shown how to ask a 'lady' for a dance; they will\nhave to bow nicely, offer their arms for the promenade; they will\nbe taught what to do with their hands—but all this will be just\na little instructive side issue. The main thing will be to awaken\nin them the slumbering rhythm and the desire to express it as\ngracefully as they know how. And the mothers and governesses\non the benches will feel it, too. And a good many will wish that\nthey, too, could follow their instincts and enter upon the dancing\nground to forget—even if only for a while—all those worries and\nduties of the day, that iron routine of their lives.\nOn Wednesday, the 11th of August, in the afternoon at 2.30\nwill be the first childrens' hour on Washington Square. If you\nare in the neighborhood, drop around. It will do your eyes good\nto see the little ones. Ah! so care-free—just life and love and\nrhythm."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "25", "page_fin": "25", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Woman, Cat, Rhythm, by Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Woman, Cat, Rhythm, by Clara Tice", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1465, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1498, "texte": "Woman, Cat, Rhythm, by Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "26", "page_fin": "27", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Poet's Fate", "titre_sommaire": "The Poet's Fate", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2791, "texte": "The Poet's Fate\nThe author of the following story drifted into my garret\nsome nights ago. He is an old man. He wrote several books.\nHis Poetry appears occasionally in the New York Times, the\nCosmopolitan, Everybody's and other highly proper and esteemed\nHe does not blame the world for his precarious\ncondition> He does not mind to sleep on park benches and,\nin hall-ways. But he prefers the comfort of a lodging house.\nHe is Quite satisfied to be a pauper, to be homeless, always\nlooking for one dollar—for just one dollar. If he succeeds\nin getting hold of one dollar he is happy like a child enjoying\na box of candy, knowing the 'tummy-ache' must come. He\nknows the dollar will be foolishly spent and gone—and h£\nwill look for another dollar. And in the meantime he will talk\nabout the most beautiful things in life. . .And he and you and\nI, we all will forget that he has no home, that his clothes iare\nragged, his hair uncombed and his face unshaven, that he id\nout to get one dollar He is a poet.\n■THE poet is cold, the poet is starving. Night is falling upon\n* the great city and having nowhere else to go he seats\nhimself at last upon a bench in the park and warms himself\nwith his verses. They are both food and shelter to him. He\ndreams with half-shut eyes of verses splendid as new golden\ncoins, the product of himself and other bards. They are not\nall sweet—sometimes the wood is bitter like the sad wind that\nblows across an autumn sky. How he shivers as he recalls the\nbeautiful melody of a dear dead friend of long ago! Was she\nwriting about him?\n\"Warm yourself with the days that were,\nFollow the summer, beg of her\nBut never sadden us jongleur\nJongleur, go down the dark!\"\nHe cannot get any further than this. He is _ living _ it.\nThe lines picture his whole soul; his life for the time being;\nThe poet, and the harsh cold wind. \"Warm yourself with the\ndays that were.\" He pulls his shabby coat-collar up about him\nand relapses into memory. He remembers and dreams of other\npoets who have been even as he is now. He thinks of Villon\nskulking in the dark ways of medieval Paris, homeless and\nwithout a crust. And yet Villon, prince of poets that he was\nwould seldom starve with the grace that his brethren of the\ncraft have always worn in adversity. His dagger was out ta\nhit too swiftly if any good plunder offered. How did he end\nat last? Was it the gibbet?—this prince of poets—who knows?\nAt the age of 32 he disappears into the night of time, as com-\npletely as though the earth swallowed him up. The poet dreams\non:—of Francis Thompson under the cold archways of London\nBridge, taking his last drop of opium before he lay down for\nthe night:—of Sadakichi, houseless and disconsolate, dreaming\nof suicide at 23, sitting in Union Square at midnight:—of the"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1437, "texte": "poor tramp in far-off Australia, nameless poet, he who sat with\nhis back against a tree and sang his last song; the song of the\nopen road, in the weird hours of the night, and was found\ndead the next morning. Truly he had sung his soul out and\nwas still. The poet dreams on:\n\"He walks in Broadway, to and fro\nWith the saturnine ghost of Edgar Poe\"\nas Vance Thompson once said. And so he comes down to\nevery-day associates, friends, brother-poets. Slack! nearly all\nof them as poor as he. What a trade it is! Pah! to dream,\nand to write golden verses! If you could only tear off a sonnet\nas Quentin Durward twisted a link from his gold chain in pay-\nment for a good dinner, it might be all. But oh! the game!\nWhat \"the law's delay, the insolence of office\" to\"the post's\ndelay, the insolence of editors.\" Yes, that was always easy\nenough. He was sharing this boon to-night with the sparrows\nand the squirrels. For spring had not come yet, and \"times were\nhard\" in the animal world as in his own. What could he not\neat if he only had the price! A plate of beans would be a\nbanquet.\nAnd yet he knew it was futile. All day since noon he had\ntried to raise the price of a meal, but the very stars had fought\nagainst him in the courses—one disappointment after another.\nSo into the last he has come. No, not last—he shuddered—there\nwas one remoir more, only one—six feet of earth, the common\ndowry since Adam."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "27", "page_fin": "27", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Flies' Feet", "titre_sommaire": "Flies' Feet", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1439, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2398, "texte": "Flies' Feet\nD. Molby\n*J*HERE is hardly another creature that can get about with\nthe facility that the fly can. Ke can walk on the bot-\ntom side of anything just as well as on the top, and walk\npretty fast, too. And he can walk right up the side of smooth\nglass without any danger.\nIt is not strange that his feet should stick so he can do it,\nfor they don't have to stick much. Still, it is enough that\nwhen he is walking on one's face, the foot tends to pull off\n9\na little patch of skin and makes it tickle.\nThe strange thing is that he can let go so easily. If he sees\nsomething getting ready to hit him, he can get away in about\na tenth of a second. And, all in this short time, the mes-\nsage must go from his eyes to his brain, be interpreted, and\nthe order sent to his wings to fly and the order sent to his\nfeet to jump. The wonder is that when he jumps the extra\npressure on his feet does not stick them the closer so that he\nshould be hit and killed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "28", "page_fin": "28", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "All Dolled Up An Aristocrat among the Houses on the Square.", "titre_sommaire": "All Dolled Up An Aristocrat among the Houses on the Square.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 291, "fin_caractere_exclue": 350, "texte": "All Dolled Up An Aristocrat among the Houses on the Square."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-08-05-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-08-05_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "28", "page_fin": "28", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "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=bmtnaaq19150805-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Everybody Welcome!", "titre_sommaire": "Everybody Welcome!", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 352, "fin_caractere_exclue": 774, "texte": "Everybody Welcome!\nMr. Edison is glad to extend an invitation to his receptions,\nand later on to his performances, to everybody interested. All\ntickets of admission can be had on applying- by letter. The seat-\ning capacity is limited to two hundred and fifty seats, and there-\nfore applicants who cannot be accomodated for the asked-for per-\nformance will be taken into consideration, if so desired, in the\nfollowing week."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 4\nAUGUST sth, MCMXV\nVol. I.\nCopyright 1915 by Qui do I'Bruno\n\nThe Rebellious Vine\nHarold Monroe.\nQ NE day, the vine\nThat clomb on God's own house\nCried, \"I will not grow,\"\nAnd,\"I will not grow,\"\nAnd\"I will not grow,\"\nAnd,\"I will not grow.\"\nSo God leaned out his head,\nAnd said:\n''You need not.\" Then the vine\nFluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds:\n\"Oh, have I not permission from the Lord?\nAnd may I not begin to cease to grow?\"\nBut that wise God had pondered on the vine\nBefore he made it.\nAnd, all the while it laboured not to grow,\nIt grew; it grew;\nAnd all the time God knew.\n\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\n■THERE is nothing startling and unusual about it. No luxur-\nious equipment for the audience. No new color schemes,\nno unexpected effects or revolutionizing stage features, no arch-\nitecture producing optic illusions on the stage. It is a show-\nhouse in the realest sense of the word. A house where something\nis shown. The things which are put on show being the only\nreason for the existence of the house, and its main and sole\nfeature.\nOnly with_ physical comfort is the human mind susceptible to\nnew impressions, ready to listen, to like or to dislike, to approve\nof or to reject. An unprejudiced mind must be housed in a com-\nfortable-feeling, self-unconscious body. Therefore, comfortable\narm-chairs are provided with plenty of room to the right and to\nthe left to enable one to change one's position easily, and plenty\nof space between rows so that the legs do not feel stepmotherly\ntreated.\nThe stage is simple. Just an elevation, with no other purpose\nthan to expose the performers conspicuously to everybody\npresent.\nActing, music, singing and recitation are good as the result of\nbeing themselves. Therefore, stage settings of more or less con-\nspicuous designs, decorations of all kinds, the appliance of the\nscience of stage lighting are only irritating and distractive to the\nattention."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nliHtfMimil JHWIHWHI'M1 II HM lIIHHHWiIIWDHiIIIiIW ililllIHII I'lll lll*ill > II1 I 11 ■ I I'l I .IKIII in I Ml' IP \"WIUMI WMiBWMIMIMHIIPI IW HWHHWIMiWI IMMHWHi ft.l'Hl HI l\"l .IWlli'^lMiliHitW—lilll W\nCHARLES EDISON'S LITTLE THIMBLE THEATRE has\nno competitive ambitions with professional theatres or show-\nhouses. It has one purpose and one aim: to give the American\ncomposer, the American musician, the American playwright and\nthe American poet, a chance to meet face to face with his supreme\ncritic, an American public.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has one mission: to\ncreate ideas, to give everybody who has something to say, a voice,\nto throw ideas among the masses. If they are worth while, the\nmasses will take care of them. They will be exploited and viewed\nand reviewed, reconstructed and remodeled, and improved, and\nthey will live—live forever.\nIf the ideas are shallow, no echo will resound. They will be\nburied in oblivion. The highest and the supremest judgment, the\njudgment that lasts forever and forever is passed by the masses.\nThe masses are composed of thousands of individuals. Every\nindividual has his voice in this court of judgment. Just one in-\ndividual might tip the balance of all the thousands. To the in-\ndividual must we speak in order to speak to the masses. Just to\nthe one who might find in four or six simple lines of rhythm the\nrevelation of the harmony and the rhythm of his own simple\nlife.\n\n\"A Bushel of Fun\", says Edison\n■y HE American showhouses and music halls cannot lend them-\n* selves to experiments. High prices of admission are being\ncharged and therefore only the very best is being given in ex-\nchange, or, something insignificant in a wonderfully bewitching\nand most costly garment. There is the grand opera, composed\nof the most accomplished musicians in the orchestra, of the\nworld's wonders of human voices, and there is the made-to-order,\nmeasured-to-the-body of the Broadway star-musical comedy, in\nreality but an exponent of the most intricate stage tricks, of the\nart of the theatrical dressmaker and of human beauty.\nThe composer, the playwright, the musician, have very little\nor no chance. The theatrical producer cannot give them a\nchance to get a hearing as long as the playwright's name or the\nmusician's name is not so firmly established that a fiasco would\nbe out of question.\nThe recitals which are taking place every Monday afternoon\nuntil the opening of the Little Thimble Theatre as a playhouse\non the 6th of September, are proving beyond doubt that Mr.\nEdison's optimism regarding both the auditorium and American\ncreators of music and poetry is well founded. The limited seat-\ning capacity of the auditorium made it necessary on last Monday\nto turn away hundreds of men and women eager to listen to the\nwork of an unknown composer.\n\"Surely, all these men and women,\" said Mr. Edison, standing\nat the window of the vestibule and looking at the crowds stand-\ning patiently in the melting-hot afternoon sun in front of the\nhouse, after the performance had begun, \"were not attracted by\nthe fact that an admission fee is not being charged. They are\nall prosperous-looking. They could well afford to buy an or-"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nchestra seat to a Broadway matinee. Is it curiosity that brings\nthem down here ? Maybe. But look! I distinctly remember\nsome of the faces were here before. Now, why do they come\nagain? They must have liked it. And all the others, what do\nthey expect?\n\"What? I think I know why they make a pilgrimage to out-\nof-the-way Greenwich Village. They feel instinctively that they\nare called upon to act as judges, that they will have here a chance\nto like or dislike whatever is offered. It is the old story. To\ngive affords more pleasure than to receive. If a man buys a ticket\nto a show, he is a party to a contract. He has performed his\nshare and he has to go and sit there in his seat to get value\nreceived. And after he has taken in the show, no matter if he\nlikes it or not, all points of the agreement have been fulfilled, the\ncurtain descends upon the last scene and the business is over. If\nhe comes down to the Little Thimble Theatre, he and those whose\nworks he hears have equal chances. Right here they will ex-\nchange values. The artists will give their best. They value it as\ntheir privilege to offer it, and he, the listener, is the judge. He\nrenders to them a service. His acceptance or rejection may\nmean a turning-point in their lives. And while this all is really\nserious business, he passes a few pleasant hours. And we all\nhave a bushel of fun.\"\n\nThe Monday Matinee\nN Monday, the 9th of August, Miss Helen Desmond, a young\nAmerican pianist and composer, will play a selection of\nher favorite masters. She studied in Chicago and her highest\naim and ambition is to render the creations of Liszt, of Bach, of\nSchumann, of Beethoven and of Mozart just as they were com-\nposed. She abstains from any effort of personal interpretation.\nHer playing is simple and is an expression of the humble admira-\ntion of the disciple of the beloved master.\nMISS ELIZABETH RUBB, who will sing songs by American\n*** composers, is an American girl who has had since her early\nyouth a hard struggle for her life and for her art. The financial\nquestion is a cruel factor in the life of an artist—especially in\nthe life of a woman gifted with a voice and full of ambition to\nfollow her vocation. Miss Rubb earns her livelihood as a mil-\nliner. While following her daily task of combining color and\nmaterial to a harmonious creation, her mind is occupied with\nmelodies and scales, and the work of her hands does not seem\nto be badly influenced by her thoughts.\n\nG. B.\nThe world does not accept readily and\nwith open arms prophets of a new creed and\napostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their\ndeath."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nDisc Concerts on Washington Square\ngEFORE representatives of the Park Commission and several\nhundred people who assembled in no time on Washington\nSquare, the first and trial concert given by an Edison Diamond\nDisc—especially constructed for the occasion—took place on last\nFriday and was a wonderful success. Notwithstanding the\nnoisy hustle-bustle of the passing street cars and of elevated\ntiains, the selection of music could be heard distinctly as far as\nan orchestra could reach, and the quality of the tone was won-\nderfully distinct. Especially the solos from Verdi's operas in\nthe Italian language aroused enthusiasm among the many listen-\ners from Little Italy, back of our Square, who called again and\nagain for encores.\nHundreds of people await their turns on sunny afternoons to\nconquer a seat on top of a bus for the cooling ride. They have\nto stand and wait on the Square for a good long while, and Mr.\nEdison wishes them, too, to be participants in his concerts. He\nis working at present on a sound-increasing attachment which\nwill carry the tones from the Diamond Disc in unspoiled quality\nto their ears. The attachment will be used at the next concert, on\nFriday afternoon.\n\nThe Children's Hour\nWASHINGTON SQUARE is the Dorado of the many\nhundred children of the tenement houses back of Wash-\nington Square and the zig-zag streets which are harmoniously\nbut geometrically very inaccurately grouped around the Square.\nHere they come and mingle with their more fortunate contem-\nporaries, who chose their parents in the apartment houses and\nolq stone mansions on the Square and lower Fifth avenue.\nHappy children!—they do not know yet the meaning of this all-\npotential word, money. All-potential? Surely, it is not. Not\non the Square. In the afternoon, when the governesses are sit-\nting on the benches and chatting with the mothers who come\nfor a breath of fresh air after they have finished their housework.\nAnd the hurdy-gurdy is playing on the sidewalk and the little\nmiss in her immaculate frock is swaying to the rhythm with a\nraggy> picturesque son of sunny Italy as a dancing partner. To\nwatch those little tots! _ How deliriously unceremoniously they\nget acquainted—how patiently the little one after whose great-\ngrandfather a street of New York was named, is listening to the\nfirst attempts to speak English of the boy who is designated to\nbe the ancestor of Americans! Tears are quickly dried. Heart-\nsobbing unhappiness over one of the many tragedies in the every-\nday life of children is quickly forgotten: dolls—almost real\nlittle babies—and those cheap things bought in ten-cent stores,\nwhich just now are tenderly fondled are thrown on the grass\nor on the hard bench, if the tunes of the hurdy-gurdy are near-\ning. But the grind-organ men seem to be on the dying-out list.\nOr, perhaps, licenses are not granted any more so freely. Well,\ngrown-ups often think about them quite differently than the little\nones playing on the street. At any rate, it is an event if he\narrives on the Square."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMr. Edison will be the musicman for the children of Green-\nwich Village. A childrens' hour on a few afternoons each week\nwill bring them music and dancing, real joy and merriment. Near\nthe arch, around the fountain, facing the west, are childrens'\nplaygrounds closed to the traffic. Under the supervision of com-\npetent teachers and women who volunteer their services as\nchaperones and dames de garde dances will be arranged. The\nEdison Disc will furnish the music and the little boys and girls\nwill have a chance to get acquainted with dancing etiquette. The\nboys will be shown how to ask a 'lady' for a dance; they will\nhave to bow nicely, offer their arms for the promenade; they will\nbe taught what to do with their hands—but all this will be just\na little instructive side issue. The main thing will be to awaken\nin them the slumbering rhythm and the desire to express it as\ngracefully as they know how. And the mothers and governesses\non the benches will feel it, too. And a good many will wish that\nthey, too, could follow their instincts and enter upon the dancing\nground to forget—even if only for a while—all those worries and\nduties of the day, that iron routine of their lives.\nOn Wednesday, the 11th of August, in the afternoon at 2.30\nwill be the first childrens' hour on Washington Square. If you\nare in the neighborhood, drop around. It will do your eyes good\nto see the little ones. Ah! so care-free—just life and love and\nrhythm.\n\nWoman, Cat, Rhythm, by Clara Tice"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Poet's Fate\nThe author of the following story drifted into my garret\nsome nights ago. He is an old man. He wrote several books.\nHis Poetry appears occasionally in the New York Times, the\nCosmopolitan, Everybody's and other highly proper and esteemed\nHe does not blame the world for his precarious\ncondition> He does not mind to sleep on park benches and,\nin hall-ways. But he prefers the comfort of a lodging house.\nHe is Quite satisfied to be a pauper, to be homeless, always\nlooking for one dollar—for just one dollar. If he succeeds\nin getting hold of one dollar he is happy like a child enjoying\na box of candy, knowing the 'tummy-ache' must come. He\nknows the dollar will be foolishly spent and gone—and h£\nwill look for another dollar. And in the meantime he will talk\nabout the most beautiful things in life. . .And he and you and\nI, we all will forget that he has no home, that his clothes iare\nragged, his hair uncombed and his face unshaven, that he id\nout to get one dollar He is a poet.\n■THE poet is cold, the poet is starving. Night is falling upon\n* the great city and having nowhere else to go he seats\nhimself at last upon a bench in the park and warms himself\nwith his verses. They are both food and shelter to him. He\ndreams with half-shut eyes of verses splendid as new golden\ncoins, the product of himself and other bards. They are not\nall sweet—sometimes the wood is bitter like the sad wind that\nblows across an autumn sky. How he shivers as he recalls the\nbeautiful melody of a dear dead friend of long ago! Was she\nwriting about him?\n\"Warm yourself with the days that were,\nFollow the summer, beg of her\nBut never sadden us jongleur\nJongleur, go down the dark!\"\nHe cannot get any further than this. He is _ living _ it.\nThe lines picture his whole soul; his life for the time being;\nThe poet, and the harsh cold wind. \"Warm yourself with the\ndays that were.\" He pulls his shabby coat-collar up about him\nand relapses into memory. He remembers and dreams of other\npoets who have been even as he is now. He thinks of Villon\nskulking in the dark ways of medieval Paris, homeless and\nwithout a crust. And yet Villon, prince of poets that he was\nwould seldom starve with the grace that his brethren of the\ncraft have always worn in adversity. His dagger was out ta\nhit too swiftly if any good plunder offered. How did he end\nat last? Was it the gibbet?—this prince of poets—who knows?\nAt the age of 32 he disappears into the night of time, as com-\npletely as though the earth swallowed him up. The poet dreams\non:—of Francis Thompson under the cold archways of London\nBridge, taking his last drop of opium before he lay down for\nthe night:—of Sadakichi, houseless and disconsolate, dreaming\nof suicide at 23, sitting in Union Square at midnight:—of the"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\n\npoor tramp in far-off Australia, nameless poet, he who sat with\nhis back against a tree and sang his last song; the song of the\nopen road, in the weird hours of the night, and was found\ndead the next morning. Truly he had sung his soul out and\nwas still. The poet dreams on:\n\"He walks in Broadway, to and fro\nWith the saturnine ghost of Edgar Poe\"\nas Vance Thompson once said. And so he comes down to\nevery-day associates, friends, brother-poets. Slack! nearly all\nof them as poor as he. What a trade it is! Pah! to dream,\nand to write golden verses! If you could only tear off a sonnet\nas Quentin Durward twisted a link from his gold chain in pay-\nment for a good dinner, it might be all. But oh! the game!\nWhat \"the law's delay, the insolence of office\" to\"the post's\ndelay, the insolence of editors.\" Yes, that was always easy\nenough. He was sharing this boon to-night with the sparrows\nand the squirrels. For spring had not come yet, and \"times were\nhard\" in the animal world as in his own. What could he not\neat if he only had the price! A plate of beans would be a\nbanquet.\nAnd yet he knew it was futile. All day since noon he had\ntried to raise the price of a meal, but the very stars had fought\nagainst him in the courses—one disappointment after another.\nSo into the last he has come. No, not last—he shuddered—there\nwas one remoir more, only one—six feet of earth, the common\ndowry since Adam.\n\nFlies' Feet\nD. Molby\n*J*HERE is hardly another creature that can get about with\nthe facility that the fly can. Ke can walk on the bot-\ntom side of anything just as well as on the top, and walk\npretty fast, too. And he can walk right up the side of smooth\nglass without any danger.\nIt is not strange that his feet should stick so he can do it,\nfor they don't have to stick much. Still, it is enough that\nwhen he is walking on one's face, the foot tends to pull off\n9\na little patch of skin and makes it tickle.\nThe strange thing is that he can let go so easily. If he sees\nsomething getting ready to hit him, he can get away in about\na tenth of a second. And, all in this short time, the mes-\nsage must go from his eyes to his brain, be interpreted, and\nthe order sent to his wings to fly and the order sent to his\nfeet to jump. The wonder is that when he jumps the extra\npressure on his feet does not stick them the closer so that he\nshould be hit and killed."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150805-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nC^KanHaBESEJK3ffi22raSKEKSi85aSiaBi£ffiaiSSaSJSZ£8KS^^\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Ave., Greenwich Village, N.Y.\nBruno's Weekly, edited, written, published by Giaido Bruno at\n58 Washington Square, New York. Subscription price $1 yearly.\n\nAll Dolled Up An Aristocrat among the Houses on the Square.\n\nEverybody Welcome!\nMr. Edison is glad to extend an invitation to his receptions,\nand later on to his performances, to everybody interested. All\ntickets of admission can be had on applying- by letter. The seat-\ning capacity is limited to two hundred and fifty seats, and there-\nfore applicants who cannot be accomodated for the asked-for per-\nformance will be taken into consideration, if so desired, in the\nfollowing week."}]}