{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_sha256": "ccd49948542309ff0be63b8e64f15e78acc93b5c0303af70d16a5f2a45881e08", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/04_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/04_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Gloom!", "titre_sommaire": "Gloom!", "signature_source": "Ford Madox Hueffer", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 141, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1153, "texte": "Gloom!\nFord Madox Hueffer\nA N October like November; '\n\"■ August a hundred thousand hours, •\nAnd all September, '\nA hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,\nAnd half October like a thousand years .\nAnd doom!\nThat then was Anterp ...\nIn the name of God,\nHow could they do it? ,\nThose souls that usually dived\nInto the dirty caverns of mines;\nWho usually hived\nIn whitened hovels; under ragged poplars;\nWho dragged muddy shovels, over the grassy mud,\nLumbering to work over the greasy sods ...\nThose men there, with the appearances of clods\nWere the bravest men that a usually listless priest of God\nEver shrived .\nAnd it is not for us to make them an anthem.\n[112 we found works there would come no wind that would fan them\nTo a tune that the trumpets might blow it,\nShrill through the heaven that's ours or yet Allah's\nOr the wide halls of any Valhallas.\nWe can make no such anthem. So that all that is ours\nFor inditing in sonnets, pantoums, elegiacs, or lays\nIs this:\n\"In the name of God, how could they do it?\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "54", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Children's Hour on the Square", "titre_sommaire": "Children's Hour 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": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 1155, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1962, "texte": "Children's Hour on the Square\nEven the branches and twigs of the old stately trees on the\nSquare swayed rhythmically and seemed to whisper one\nto the other, while their leaves touched together in the light\nwind of the late summer afternoon; they seemed to motion\nto the bunches of children grouped around the big yellow and\nred flowers—whose names I don't know— near the fountain,\nand then they rustled like people that chatter and then they\nwere silent and motionless as though they thought, and the wind\ncame and swept through them and they had to tell him; and\nthe wind—that curious fellow—had to sweep lower and lower\naround the large circle of people and through those onlooking\nmen and women, even by the watchful ear of Policeman Sulli-\nvan, of the Mercer Street station, and whirled around the chil-"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3007, "texte": "dren—that merry, happy dancing lot. He mounted the\nsounds that came from the instrument back of the assembly,\nthat huge phonograph which had piped the children and the trees,\nhad opened the buds of the flowers—he mounted them and\nwent with them up back to the trees, rode them through the\nleaves, through the branches where the sparrows and other\nbirds squeaked and squirmed. They were a little afraid at\nfirst, but then they settled down comfortably and listened and\njoined with their voices, and the branches swayed in the rhythm,\nand the leaves took up the air, and once in a while the wind\nwhistled and murmured and gave it up, because he was so ter-\nribly unmusical, and he just listened.\nIt was the Children's Hour on Washington Square.\nSleepy, lazy—yawning in the afternoon sun, lay the houses\non the north side of the Square, those aristocrats among New\nYork mansions—the shutters drawn, their entrances securely\nlocked and their owners somewhere on the beach of Florida\nor on the top of some mountain. Like some strange island\nof happiness, like a far away, only dreamed-of city of peace\nis Greenwich Village in these glorious September days while\nthe grass is still green and the leaves of the trees at their best.\nA few social workers had quickly gathered a bunch of children\non the Square and in the neighboring streets and marched them\nup right near to the arch, back of the fountain, and new ones\narrived every minute, and the message spread that there was\nmusic on the Square for the children of our village. Mothers\nheard of it and brought their little tots. Governesses with\ntheir charges arrived and at first looked reluctantly around\nand investigated whether it would be quite proper for their\nwell-dressed ones to join in the merriment of picturesque\nrags and healthy, quickly-moving, laughing and shouting little\nbodies. It was quite proper. Everybody was happy. There\nwere marches, old-fashioned waltzes,, two-steps and one-steps\nand fox-trots. Everybody was invited and everybody felt in-\nvited, and grave, serene, Patrolman Sullivan couldn't help\nfeeling it, too. And so he whistled and marked time with legs\nand hips and hands and even with his big broad shoulders.\nYou should have been there and seen how people's faces\ncheered up, how passers-by. hurrying on their everyday road\nof business had a peep at these children—these happy, dancing\nchildren—how their faces cheered up!\nAnd then at 4:30—it had lasted for two hours and a half—\nthe Diamond Disc was carried back to the Little Thimble Thea-\ntre, and many of the very, very little ones cried and wanted\nsome more music and dancing. And the crowd was not quick\nat all in dispersing and going about their business. And every-\nbody felt the charm of the old Square and the lure of youth\nand the all-equalizing, rejuvenating power of music.\nThe Greenwich Village activities of Mr. Charles Edison pro-\nvide a Children's Hour twice a week on Washington Square,\non Wednesday and Saturday afternoon from 2:00 to 4:30."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "55", "page_fin": "55", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Edison's Thimble Opens on the 23rd", "titre_sommaire": "Edison's Thimble Opens on the 23rd", "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": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1684, "texte": "Edison's Thimble Opens on the 23rd\nTO tear down solidly-built walls and partitions of an old\n* Greenwich village mansion is a hard job. Even if the\ntools and appliances of modern science are putin service; the\nbuilders of No. 10 Fifth Avenue, the house which is being re-\nmodeled into the daintiest and smallest showhouse in New York,\nused their hands only and their materials, but all the wrecking\nmachines of the newest devices are needed to pull down the\npartitions and the walls to give place to the auditorium. It\nwill take longer than was calculated to transform No. 10 Fifth\nAvenue into a playhouse. The opening performance, which\nshould have taken place on the 6th of September, is postponed\nuntil Thursday, the 23rd. While the alterations are going on,\nthe concerts which are proving of so splendid benefit to both\nthe composers and musicians who offer their work and to their\nlisteners, will continue.\nPainters and upholsterers make the performances on Monday,\nTuesday and Wednesday impossible. But starting with Thurs-\nday, the 9th of September, the Little Thimble Theatre will be\nopen every night with the exception of Sunday.\nWhile no admission is being charged and everybody interested\nin music is welcome to attend, it is necessary to obtain a ticket\nof admission. The seating capacity is very limited and during\nthe last weeks bunches of people had to be turned away at\neach performance because they had neglected to get tickets\nand there was not even standing room any more to grant them\nadmission. Tickets can be had at the office of the Little Thimble\nTheatre on the fourth floor of the Thimble Theatre Building, by\napplying personally or by letter."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "55", "page_fin": "55", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Cats' Ears", "titre_sommaire": "Cats' Ears", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1686, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2878, "texte": "Cats' Ears\nBy D. Molby\nIT is fortunate for the cats that their ears are of the shape\nthey are. They depend so much on their sense of hearing\nfor their livlihood and for safety that their ears need to be\nalert and open all the time. If, as is generally the case, the\ncat lives on a farm and the scraps from the table are scraped\noff a plate out of the window, he needs to hear the clatter of\nthe plate else the chickens will come and get them before he\nknows anything about it. No matter if he is asleep, his ears\nare alert and he hears.\nThere is a large open space in the cat's ear for the sound\nvibrations to gather in, and in less than a second after a sound\nbegins there are enough there so that he knows what it is. This\nls worth a great deal to him for sometimes he is not wanted\nwhere he is and he can tell it from a single sound so he has\ntime to go away.\nThe cat's ears are fairly stiff, and broad at the base, yet if\nv * • j • . .\near he can give it a quick shake\", and\nbring it right back to place again. The ease with which he\ndoes it is impressive, and the fact that he always gives it a shake\nwhenever anything interferes with it is one of the most attrac-\ntive things about him."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "56", "page_fin": "56", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The Evening Performances", "titre_sommaire": "The Evening Performances", "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": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2278, "texte": "The Evening Performances\nTP HE two evening performances of last week and the matinees\nin Edison's Little Thimble Theatre were not only a success\nso far as show successes go: a filled house and twice as many\npeople as are on the inside are on the outside and turned away\nand furnished with tickets for a show on another day. To\nwatch the faces of people who are leaving a showhouse rather\nthan the expectant expressions before they walk in, to read\nthese faces tells the story of the show. And everybody who\nleft the Little Thimble Theatre during the last week felt\nelevated, was smiling and chuckling to himself, recollecting\nthis or that feature of the performance, trying to keep it in\nmind to tell it or to spring it on some of his acquaintances or\nfriends.\nThe idea to .give the composers of operettas a chance to play\nthe most important parts of. their compositions and have some\nof the choruses and songs sung has proved very successful.\nAnd that some of the music produced in the small auditorium\nof the Little Thimble Theatre will be heard by larger audiences\nin big showhouses. is a question of time. Mr. Charles Edison\nwas right in his assertion that there is music being composed\nright here in New York—music worth while listening to and\nsurd by equivalent, if not superior to the things picked up by\nAmerican impresarios in the European market and presented\nin-gorgeous attire as our Broadway successes.\nMiss Clarvoe's operetta, \"Love Smoke\" contains some very\nbrilliant music, especially the \"Opening Chorus,\" the \"Widows'\nSong\" 'got' the audience and had to be repeated several time?..\nLittle Sally Hamlin and Betty Stence make a fine team: in-\nterpretive dancing, singing and recitation accompanied by them-\nselves on the piano.\nMiss Fox's negro folk lore, her interpretation of negro life\nas portrayed in their old songs and melodies shows clearly\nthat this original music is more than what we are accustomed\nfo see of it on our vaudeville stage. It is self-expression of a\nrace so closely affiliated with the American. Miss Fox's voice,\nwhich wins the ear of_ the heart of the listener, is especially\nadapted for these touching songs of slavery and bondage, these\nsentimental—in the best meaning of the word—longings of a\nnation for its freedom."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "56", "page_fin": "56", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Miss Callye Weatherred", "titre_sommaire": "Miss Callye Weatherred", "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": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2280, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2658, "texte": "Miss Callye Weatherred\nMiss Cally? Weatherred is an Oklahoma college girl. She has\na wonderful, lyric soprano. She came to New York to become\nan opera singer. Her interpretation of American composers\nmade the audiences on last Thursday and Saturday enthusiastic\nand everyone seen. 1 to feel that America, too, has contributed\nand is contributing its share to the world of music."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "57", "page_fin": "57", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Minetta Lane, Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "Minetta Lane, Greenwich Village", "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": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 47, "texte": "Minetta Lane, Greenwich Village"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "57", "page_fin": "57", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Nocturne", "titre_sommaire": "Nocturne", "signature_source": "Alfred Kreymborg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 49, "fin_caractere_exclue": 262, "texte": "Nocturne\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThe pantaloons are dancing,\ndancing through the night,\npure white pantaloons,\nunderneath the moon,\non a jolly wash line,\nskipping from my room,\nover to Miranda,\nwho washed them this noon."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "57", "page_fin": "57", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "From the Arabic", "titre_sommaire": "From the Arabic", "signature_source": "John Addington Symonds", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 264, "fin_caractere_exclue": 587, "texte": "From the Arabic\nJohn Addington Symonds.\n/~\\H when will it be, oh when will it be, oh when,\nshe shall be here, and the flute be here, and the wine\nbe here ? oh then\nHer lips shall kiss the lips of the flute, and my lips shall kiss\nthe wine,\nAnd I shall drink music from her sweet lips, and she shall\ndrink madness from mine."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "58", "page_fin": "59", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Romance of One Night", "titre_sommaire": "The Romance of One Night", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2851, "texte": "Greenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"I watched you for a while. I think you\nwill be game. Don't look at me now please. Keep a natural\nface so that the few people that perhaps might have noticed us\nthink you were waiting for me, and I simply joined you coming\nout of the hotel. Please carry my satchel.\"\nIn front of one of the windows of a big department store\nshe handed me her grip. She was a young woman. She had on\na purple evening coat and very small white satin slippers. I\nsaw her face for the fraction of a second. I could not notice\nany details but felt instinctively that she must be beautiful.\nShe had no hat but I thought I noticed an aigrette standing\nout of the masses of her blonde hair. \"Please don't look at\nme, as it might arouse the suspicion of those that perhaps\nfollow me,\" she said, taking a firm grip on my arm in such\ni manner that I could not have turned without swinging her\ncompletely around. She was not quite as tall as I am and all\nI could see by turning my head was her white aigrette and her\nblonde hair. If I only had a cigarette! We reached the depot\nand 1 thought it best to keep silent. •\n\"Please promise you won't look at me,\" she said after we\nreached the well lighted waiting hall, \"will you promise?\"\nshe asked, necessitating my answer.\n\"Of course 1 won't look at you,\" I said.\n\"That is very sweet of you, was her reply. We walked\ndown the steps, and I was obsessed by two thoughts. \"I must\nnot look at her and how could I get a cigarette?\"\n\"And now I will have to ask you to give me my satchel,\" I\nheard her say, \"you promised not to look at me. _It is most\nessential that you keep your promise, no matter if you will\naccept my proposition or not. I shall leave you now and go\ninto the women's waiting room for a few minutes. Will you\nplease manage honestly not to look at me, and still not arouse\nthe curiosity of the people around while I leave you?\"\n\"I think I can manage that,\" I answered. I fixed my eyes\nupon one of the maps high up on the walls of the station.\nIt was a map of Central America and I tried to find the Porto\nRican Island while I handed her her satchel.\n\"I am so happy I singled you out,\" it sounded like a sigh\nof relief. \"I'll be back instantly.\"\nI waited a few minutes before I cast my eyes the direc-\ntion of the women's waiting room. I just saw her disappear in\none of the doors. She had an exquisite figure but there was\nnothing especially distinctive about her. After I had lost\nsight of that purple evening wrap, I am sure I could not have\ndifferentiated her from a few other women that passed in suc-\ncession through the same door.\nI strolled up and down through the crowd of people hurrying\nto the ticket-offices, to the baggage room. Everybody around\nme seemed to have some definite goal he was anxious to reach."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3069, "texte": "I always feel so superior in a crowd of people who are obsessed\nby the idea that they have a duty to get somewhere and are try-\ning their best to get there. I know I have no destination what-\never, but I know I will \"get there.\" Where? Who knows?\nI will know soon enough after I have arrived. _ How about this\nwoman 1 If I only had a cigarette I could enjoy this situation\nthat would have puzzled a good many or would have made them\nsuspicious, and that would have thrilled to participate in such a\nstrange adventure.\nWe meet adventures daily on the streets and romance is\nwatching around every corner. There are two kinds of women\nin the \"Bagdad on the subway\" that most possibly might accost\nus on the street. Both are adventuresses. The one makes\nadventure her life profession. The other is passing through\nsome tragedy, through something that disturbs her, so elemen-\ntary, that convention and customs produced during two thousand\nyears crumble to pieces: she simply sees in you the brother\nsufferer, the brother that might be willing to help, that per-\nhaps can help. And so she asks you for a night's lodging, or\nfor a nickel to buy a glass of beer, or to carry her satchel and\nnot look at her. If I only had a cigarette, how happy I would\nbe!\n\"Well, here I am, my knight sans peur and sans reproche.\"\nI instinctively turned around and if I had not recognized her\nvoice, I surely would not have recognized my purple companion\nof a few minutes ago. She wore a heavy green and red-brown\nchecked ulster and a white veil over a black sailor hat that\nmade it impossible to recognize her features. She was girlishly\nslender, and putting on her gloves. She had the most wonderful\nhands I had ever seen. They were long and slim, the nails well-\ncared for, pink and oval. The knuckles strong. \"I had the things\nin my grip. I checked the grip. Please take the check and keep\nit for me.\n\"I think you are wonderfully composed. You seem to\nhave self-control and I appreciate what you did for me tonight\nmore than you can ever understand. Even if you don't think\nyou can accept my proposition, please do not ask any questions.\nAll that is necessary for you to know, I shall tell you.\"\nI kept silent. She didn't speak for a few seconds. We\nhad walked toward the Seventh Avenue back. I felt that the\none who was uncomfortable and uneasy in this strange situation\nwas not myself, but her. But I did not intend to ask any\nquestions or encourage her in any way to tell me her story. You\ncan't coax a bird to sing. He must feel like it and do it\nvoluntarily with all the enthusiasm he is capable of: and then\nit is worth while listening.\n\"Would you like to make twenty-five thousand dollars in one\nweek?\" she started. I felt her eyes scrutinizing my face.\nA true daughter of New York, I thought, bred and raised in the\nhome town of the dollar-hunter. But at the same time, most\nstriking proof of the existence of heredity. Some of her\nearly ancestors must have been fighters or robbers, explorers\nor pirates or something of that kind. I kept silent."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "60", "page_fin": "60", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Pantaloons, by Clara Lice", "titre_sommaire": "Pantaloons, by Clara Lice", "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": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 140, "fin_caractere_exclue": 165, "texte": "Pantaloons, by Clara Lice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-04-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "60", "page_fin": "60", "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=bmtnaaq19150904-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "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": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 167, "fin_caractere_exclue": 837, "texte": "This Week's Performances and Concerts\n*\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nTuesday, 8:00 p. m. Disc Concert on the Square.\nWednesday, 2:00 p. m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nFriday, 8:00 p. m. Disc Concert on the Square.\n8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nSaturday, 2:00 p.m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\n8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 8\nSEPTEMBER 4th, MCMXV\nVol. I.\nCopyright 19 /5 by Quido tJjruno\n\nGloom!\nFord Madox Hueffer\nA N October like November; '\n\"■ August a hundred thousand hours, •\nAnd all September, '\nA hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,\nAnd half October like a thousand years .\nAnd doom!\nThat then was Anterp ...\nIn the name of God,\nHow could they do it? ,\nThose souls that usually dived\nInto the dirty caverns of mines;\nWho usually hived\nIn whitened hovels; under ragged poplars;\nWho dragged muddy shovels, over the grassy mud,\nLumbering to work over the greasy sods ...\nThose men there, with the appearances of clods\nWere the bravest men that a usually listless priest of God\nEver shrived .\nAnd it is not for us to make them an anthem.\n[112 we found works there would come no wind that would fan them\nTo a tune that the trumpets might blow it,\nShrill through the heaven that's ours or yet Allah's\nOr the wide halls of any Valhallas.\nWe can make no such anthem. So that all that is ours\nFor inditing in sonnets, pantoums, elegiacs, or lays\nIs this:\n\"In the name of God, how could they do it?\"\n\nChildren's Hour on the Square\nEven the branches and twigs of the old stately trees on the\nSquare swayed rhythmically and seemed to whisper one\nto the other, while their leaves touched together in the light\nwind of the late summer afternoon; they seemed to motion\nto the bunches of children grouped around the big yellow and\nred flowers—whose names I don't know— near the fountain,\nand then they rustled like people that chatter and then they\nwere silent and motionless as though they thought, and the wind\ncame and swept through them and they had to tell him; and\nthe wind—that curious fellow—had to sweep lower and lower\naround the large circle of people and through those onlooking\nmen and women, even by the watchful ear of Policeman Sulli-\nvan, of the Mercer Street station, and whirled around the chil-"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ndren—that merry, happy dancing lot. He mounted the\nsounds that came from the instrument back of the assembly,\nthat huge phonograph which had piped the children and the trees,\nhad opened the buds of the flowers—he mounted them and\nwent with them up back to the trees, rode them through the\nleaves, through the branches where the sparrows and other\nbirds squeaked and squirmed. They were a little afraid at\nfirst, but then they settled down comfortably and listened and\njoined with their voices, and the branches swayed in the rhythm,\nand the leaves took up the air, and once in a while the wind\nwhistled and murmured and gave it up, because he was so ter-\nribly unmusical, and he just listened.\nIt was the Children's Hour on Washington Square.\nSleepy, lazy—yawning in the afternoon sun, lay the houses\non the north side of the Square, those aristocrats among New\nYork mansions—the shutters drawn, their entrances securely\nlocked and their owners somewhere on the beach of Florida\nor on the top of some mountain. Like some strange island\nof happiness, like a far away, only dreamed-of city of peace\nis Greenwich Village in these glorious September days while\nthe grass is still green and the leaves of the trees at their best.\nA few social workers had quickly gathered a bunch of children\non the Square and in the neighboring streets and marched them\nup right near to the arch, back of the fountain, and new ones\narrived every minute, and the message spread that there was\nmusic on the Square for the children of our village. Mothers\nheard of it and brought their little tots. Governesses with\ntheir charges arrived and at first looked reluctantly around\nand investigated whether it would be quite proper for their\nwell-dressed ones to join in the merriment of picturesque\nrags and healthy, quickly-moving, laughing and shouting little\nbodies. It was quite proper. Everybody was happy. There\nwere marches, old-fashioned waltzes,, two-steps and one-steps\nand fox-trots. Everybody was invited and everybody felt in-\nvited, and grave, serene, Patrolman Sullivan couldn't help\nfeeling it, too. And so he whistled and marked time with legs\nand hips and hands and even with his big broad shoulders.\nYou should have been there and seen how people's faces\ncheered up, how passers-by. hurrying on their everyday road\nof business had a peep at these children—these happy, dancing\nchildren—how their faces cheered up!\nAnd then at 4:30—it had lasted for two hours and a half—\nthe Diamond Disc was carried back to the Little Thimble Thea-\ntre, and many of the very, very little ones cried and wanted\nsome more music and dancing. And the crowd was not quick\nat all in dispersing and going about their business. And every-\nbody felt the charm of the old Square and the lure of youth\nand the all-equalizing, rejuvenating power of music.\nThe Greenwich Village activities of Mr. Charles Edison pro-\nvide a Children's Hour twice a week on Washington Square,\non Wednesday and Saturday afternoon from 2:00 to 4:30."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEdison's Thimble Opens on the 23rd\nTO tear down solidly-built walls and partitions of an old\n* Greenwich village mansion is a hard job. Even if the\ntools and appliances of modern science are putin service; the\nbuilders of No. 10 Fifth Avenue, the house which is being re-\nmodeled into the daintiest and smallest showhouse in New York,\nused their hands only and their materials, but all the wrecking\nmachines of the newest devices are needed to pull down the\npartitions and the walls to give place to the auditorium. It\nwill take longer than was calculated to transform No. 10 Fifth\nAvenue into a playhouse. The opening performance, which\nshould have taken place on the 6th of September, is postponed\nuntil Thursday, the 23rd. While the alterations are going on,\nthe concerts which are proving of so splendid benefit to both\nthe composers and musicians who offer their work and to their\nlisteners, will continue.\nPainters and upholsterers make the performances on Monday,\nTuesday and Wednesday impossible. But starting with Thurs-\nday, the 9th of September, the Little Thimble Theatre will be\nopen every night with the exception of Sunday.\nWhile no admission is being charged and everybody interested\nin music is welcome to attend, it is necessary to obtain a ticket\nof admission. The seating capacity is very limited and during\nthe last weeks bunches of people had to be turned away at\neach performance because they had neglected to get tickets\nand there was not even standing room any more to grant them\nadmission. Tickets can be had at the office of the Little Thimble\nTheatre on the fourth floor of the Thimble Theatre Building, by\napplying personally or by letter.\n\nCats' Ears\nBy D. Molby\nIT is fortunate for the cats that their ears are of the shape\nthey are. They depend so much on their sense of hearing\nfor their livlihood and for safety that their ears need to be\nalert and open all the time. If, as is generally the case, the\ncat lives on a farm and the scraps from the table are scraped\noff a plate out of the window, he needs to hear the clatter of\nthe plate else the chickens will come and get them before he\nknows anything about it. No matter if he is asleep, his ears\nare alert and he hears.\nThere is a large open space in the cat's ear for the sound\nvibrations to gather in, and in less than a second after a sound\nbegins there are enough there so that he knows what it is. This\nls worth a great deal to him for sometimes he is not wanted\nwhere he is and he can tell it from a single sound so he has\ntime to go away.\nThe cat's ears are fairly stiff, and broad at the base, yet if\nv * • j • . .\near he can give it a quick shake\", and\nbring it right back to place again. The ease with which he\ndoes it is impressive, and the fact that he always gives it a shake\nwhenever anything interferes with it is one of the most attrac-\ntive things about him."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Evening Performances\nTP HE two evening performances of last week and the matinees\nin Edison's Little Thimble Theatre were not only a success\nso far as show successes go: a filled house and twice as many\npeople as are on the inside are on the outside and turned away\nand furnished with tickets for a show on another day. To\nwatch the faces of people who are leaving a showhouse rather\nthan the expectant expressions before they walk in, to read\nthese faces tells the story of the show. And everybody who\nleft the Little Thimble Theatre during the last week felt\nelevated, was smiling and chuckling to himself, recollecting\nthis or that feature of the performance, trying to keep it in\nmind to tell it or to spring it on some of his acquaintances or\nfriends.\nThe idea to .give the composers of operettas a chance to play\nthe most important parts of. their compositions and have some\nof the choruses and songs sung has proved very successful.\nAnd that some of the music produced in the small auditorium\nof the Little Thimble Theatre will be heard by larger audiences\nin big showhouses. is a question of time. Mr. Charles Edison\nwas right in his assertion that there is music being composed\nright here in New York—music worth while listening to and\nsurd by equivalent, if not superior to the things picked up by\nAmerican impresarios in the European market and presented\nin-gorgeous attire as our Broadway successes.\nMiss Clarvoe's operetta, \"Love Smoke\" contains some very\nbrilliant music, especially the \"Opening Chorus,\" the \"Widows'\nSong\" 'got' the audience and had to be repeated several time?..\nLittle Sally Hamlin and Betty Stence make a fine team: in-\nterpretive dancing, singing and recitation accompanied by them-\nselves on the piano.\nMiss Fox's negro folk lore, her interpretation of negro life\nas portrayed in their old songs and melodies shows clearly\nthat this original music is more than what we are accustomed\nfo see of it on our vaudeville stage. It is self-expression of a\nrace so closely affiliated with the American. Miss Fox's voice,\nwhich wins the ear of_ the heart of the listener, is especially\nadapted for these touching songs of slavery and bondage, these\nsentimental—in the best meaning of the word—longings of a\nnation for its freedom.\n\nMiss Callye Weatherred\nMiss Cally? Weatherred is an Oklahoma college girl. She has\na wonderful, lyric soprano. She came to New York to become\nan opera singer. Her interpretation of American composers\nmade the audiences on last Thursday and Saturday enthusiastic\nand everyone seen. 1 to feel that America, too, has contributed\nand is contributing its share to the world of music."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMinetta Lane, Greenwich Village\n\nNocturne\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThe pantaloons are dancing,\ndancing through the night,\npure white pantaloons,\nunderneath the moon,\non a jolly wash line,\nskipping from my room,\nover to Miranda,\nwho washed them this noon.\n\nFrom the Arabic\nJohn Addington Symonds.\n/~\\H when will it be, oh when will it be, oh when,\nshe shall be here, and the flute be here, and the wine\nbe here ? oh then\nHer lips shall kiss the lips of the flute, and my lips shall kiss\nthe wine,\nAnd I shall drink music from her sweet lips, and she shall\ndrink madness from mine."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nGreenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"I watched you for a while. I think you\nwill be game. Don't look at me now please. Keep a natural\nface so that the few people that perhaps might have noticed us\nthink you were waiting for me, and I simply joined you coming\nout of the hotel. Please carry my satchel.\"\nIn front of one of the windows of a big department store\nshe handed me her grip. She was a young woman. She had on\na purple evening coat and very small white satin slippers. I\nsaw her face for the fraction of a second. I could not notice\nany details but felt instinctively that she must be beautiful.\nShe had no hat but I thought I noticed an aigrette standing\nout of the masses of her blonde hair. \"Please don't look at\nme, as it might arouse the suspicion of those that perhaps\nfollow me,\" she said, taking a firm grip on my arm in such\ni manner that I could not have turned without swinging her\ncompletely around. She was not quite as tall as I am and all\nI could see by turning my head was her white aigrette and her\nblonde hair. If I only had a cigarette! We reached the depot\nand 1 thought it best to keep silent. •\n\"Please promise you won't look at me,\" she said after we\nreached the well lighted waiting hall, \"will you promise?\"\nshe asked, necessitating my answer.\n\"Of course 1 won't look at you,\" I said.\n\"That is very sweet of you, was her reply. We walked\ndown the steps, and I was obsessed by two thoughts. \"I must\nnot look at her and how could I get a cigarette?\"\n\"And now I will have to ask you to give me my satchel,\" I\nheard her say, \"you promised not to look at me. _It is most\nessential that you keep your promise, no matter if you will\naccept my proposition or not. I shall leave you now and go\ninto the women's waiting room for a few minutes. Will you\nplease manage honestly not to look at me, and still not arouse\nthe curiosity of the people around while I leave you?\"\n\"I think I can manage that,\" I answered. I fixed my eyes\nupon one of the maps high up on the walls of the station.\nIt was a map of Central America and I tried to find the Porto\nRican Island while I handed her her satchel.\n\"I am so happy I singled you out,\" it sounded like a sigh\nof relief. \"I'll be back instantly.\"\nI waited a few minutes before I cast my eyes the direc-\ntion of the women's waiting room. I just saw her disappear in\none of the doors. She had an exquisite figure but there was\nnothing especially distinctive about her. After I had lost\nsight of that purple evening wrap, I am sure I could not have\ndifferentiated her from a few other women that passed in suc-\ncession through the same door.\nI strolled up and down through the crowd of people hurrying\nto the ticket-offices, to the baggage room. Everybody around\nme seemed to have some definite goal he was anxious to reach."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\n\nI always feel so superior in a crowd of people who are obsessed\nby the idea that they have a duty to get somewhere and are try-\ning their best to get there. I know I have no destination what-\never, but I know I will \"get there.\" Where? Who knows?\nI will know soon enough after I have arrived. _ How about this\nwoman 1 If I only had a cigarette I could enjoy this situation\nthat would have puzzled a good many or would have made them\nsuspicious, and that would have thrilled to participate in such a\nstrange adventure.\nWe meet adventures daily on the streets and romance is\nwatching around every corner. There are two kinds of women\nin the \"Bagdad on the subway\" that most possibly might accost\nus on the street. Both are adventuresses. The one makes\nadventure her life profession. The other is passing through\nsome tragedy, through something that disturbs her, so elemen-\ntary, that convention and customs produced during two thousand\nyears crumble to pieces: she simply sees in you the brother\nsufferer, the brother that might be willing to help, that per-\nhaps can help. And so she asks you for a night's lodging, or\nfor a nickel to buy a glass of beer, or to carry her satchel and\nnot look at her. If I only had a cigarette, how happy I would\nbe!\n\"Well, here I am, my knight sans peur and sans reproche.\"\nI instinctively turned around and if I had not recognized her\nvoice, I surely would not have recognized my purple companion\nof a few minutes ago. She wore a heavy green and red-brown\nchecked ulster and a white veil over a black sailor hat that\nmade it impossible to recognize her features. She was girlishly\nslender, and putting on her gloves. She had the most wonderful\nhands I had ever seen. They were long and slim, the nails well-\ncared for, pink and oval. The knuckles strong. \"I had the things\nin my grip. I checked the grip. Please take the check and keep\nit for me.\n\"I think you are wonderfully composed. You seem to\nhave self-control and I appreciate what you did for me tonight\nmore than you can ever understand. Even if you don't think\nyou can accept my proposition, please do not ask any questions.\nAll that is necessary for you to know, I shall tell you.\"\nI kept silent. She didn't speak for a few seconds. We\nhad walked toward the Seventh Avenue back. I felt that the\none who was uncomfortable and uneasy in this strange situation\nwas not myself, but her. But I did not intend to ask any\nquestions or encourage her in any way to tell me her story. You\ncan't coax a bird to sing. He must feel like it and do it\nvoluntarily with all the enthusiasm he is capable of: and then\nit is worth while listening.\n\"Would you like to make twenty-five thousand dollars in one\nweek?\" she started. I felt her eyes scrutinizing my face.\nA true daughter of New York, I thought, bred and raised in the\nhome town of the dollar-hunter. But at the same time, most\nstriking proof of the existence of heredity. Some of her\nearly ancestors must have been fighters or robbers, explorers\nor pirates or something of that kind. I kept silent."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150904-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, edited, written, published by Guido Bruno, at\n53 Washington Square, New York. Subscription price $1 yearly.\n\nPantaloons, by Clara Lice\n\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\n*\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nTuesday, 8:00 p. m. Disc Concert on the Square.\nWednesday, 2:00 p. m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nFriday, 8:00 p. m. Disc Concert on the Square.\n8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nSaturday, 2:00 p.m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\n8:15 p. m. Performance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}