{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_sha256": "727b13bdb75060b36d6f688ba40ce22195f6e5bd9d9e9ee2dfd35821d004070c", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/22_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/22_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "GETHSEMANE", "titre_sommaire": "GETHSEMANE", "signature_source": "Michael Monahan", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 140, "fin_caractere_exclue": 674, "texte": "GETHSEMANE\nMichael Monahan\nIn every man's life pilgrimage, however unblest, there are holy\nplaces where he is made to feel his kinship with the Divine;\nwhere the Heavens bend low his head and angels come and\nminister unto him.\nThese are the places of sacrifice, the meeting ground of mortal\nand immortal, the tents of trial wherin are waged the great\nspiritual combats of man's life. Here are the tears and agonies\nand the bloody sweat of Gethsemane. Happy the man who, look-\ning back, can say of himself: \"Here, too, was the victory!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "71", "image_debut": 1, "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "\"Sonia,\" Gigantic Drama with Music, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, at the Little Thimble", "titre_sommaire": "\"Sonia,\" Gigantic Drama with Music, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, at the Little Thimble", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 676, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2541, "texte": "\"Sonia,\" Gigantic Drama with Music,\nThursday, Friday and Saturday, at the\nLittle Thimble\non? of those creations of the human mind, which are inspired\nby tremendous elementary occurences, by tragedies that are\nso gigantic that they are quite outside of the sphere of the\nfeeling and comprehension of the individual, was submitted to\nMr. Charles Edison a few days ago: a tune picture which speaks\nto the ear—like those old canvases in the endless picture gallery\nin the palace of Versailles, to the eye, where one wall after an-\nother is filled with nothing but battlefields and military scenes.\nThe shadowy skies and backgrounds, the glaring colors of uni-\nforms and of the red blood of smitten bodies, the cadavers of\nhorses and the glaring of wind-swelled standards, standing out\nlike the symbol and leitmotif among the new columns of fresh\ntroops marching towards sure death, the bigness of the can-\nvases, the tragedy of the inevitable fills us with horror, with an\nunspeakable terror—fills us so completely that we forget pity,\ndisgust, sympathy, and admiration of heroism. We just want\nto leave these rooms. We want to leave behind us those grue-\nsome pictures. We want to go out into God's own freedom,\nback to our quiet homes, back to those that we love.\nEllen Svala went through the horrors of the present war.\nA descendant of an old Hugenot family, born on the banks\nof the Rhine, her relatives occupying high official positions in\nthe churches, states and armies of the different countries of\nEurope, had, after fifteen months of wandering to France, to\nHolland, to Germany and from Germany to Belgium and to\nEngland, one desire: back home, back where there is peace,\nand people live sanely as twenty centuries of civilization had\ntaught them to live. She came to America, to New York. The\npeaceful dreaminess of the Squares, of our residential districts,"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3092, "texte": "the healthy busy life and the life of our streets down-town, the\nfathers who return home to their families every evening, mothers\nwho are taking their children to the schools now at the begin-\nning of the school season—all this daily life in our country,\nfree from the barbarous bacillus of hatred, of belligerency,\nwas the contrast which brought about in her a big reaction.\nShe wrote \"Sonia,\" a Wordless Drama, meant to be a gigantic\nspectacular show with its music as main feature. The love of\npeople for their homes, for the customs handed down from\ngeneration to generation, and the cloud that hovers above\ntheir ' heads and may burst open any day in an all-destroying\nhurricane, are pictured in all their beauty and in all their\ntragedy.\nThe play is laid in neutral Scandinavia, and the phantom of\nterror that hovers menacingly over the heads of all expressed\nthrough Phantom Reindeer.\nThe reindeer plays in the life of the Scandinavian of the high\nNorth a very big part; it gives him meat, skin, horn and bones\nwhich he utilizes and it plays an important part in the\nmythology of the country. The Laplander and_ Esquimaux\nbelieve today that after their death they enter a spacious Tundra,\na sort of an Oasis where they lead in the community of their\nreindeer an eternal happy life. Misfortune and disaster are\nalways predicted by the appearance of a Reindeer Phantom.\nAround the figure of Sonia, this Northern heroine, is woven\na drama which pictures all the wonderful customs of home life,\nof the Scandinavian people—preserved by them from time im-\nmemorial— customs whose influence has been felt through Cen-\ntral and Western Europe to this day.\nThe scenes of animal and bird life, as an allegory of the\npastime of the peaceful man at home, are in grotesque contrast\nto the constant fear before this unknown something, this dis-\nturber of happiness predicted by the reindeer phantom.\nThe curtain rises in a blinding snow-storm. Distant voices,\nchurch bells, old Scandinavian folk-songs, people going about\ntheir daily life, irresistably humorous happenings, hunting\nscenes, weddings, play and work—and then the phantom, pre-\ndicting tragedy and terrifying everybody. .....\nThe end is tragic. But it is the tragedy that ends the lives\nof all of us: death. And so big, so crushing, so merciless is this\nend that we feel its reality, that we feel it is not the end of\na drama that could have been solved in a more pleasant way.\nIt is the end that so many have seen over there in blood-\nstenched Europe and that hovers above the head of everyone\nright now, right here in this our own country.\nEllen Svala is the author of many books and she was char-\nacterized by France's greatest historic painter. Puvis de Chav-\nanne as, \"a help to all who suffer, and an angel to the fallen.\"\nA synopsis of this drama with music whose performance\nwould afford her an orchestra as large as the one in Bayreuth\nand a chorus as large as the one in Reinhardt's Miracle, in\nLondon, will be produced in Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre on Thursday, Friday and Saturday of this week."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 525, "texte": "Mr. Conal O'Cuirc Quirke, choirmaster for Reinhardt's Mira-\ncle, in London, arranged the music of the four acts of the play\nand it will be as vivid and poignant as the use of pianos and\nthe limited number of voices will permit.\nEllen Svala took active part in the rehearsals and will be\npresent at the performances.\nMiss Kirsten Nielsen and Miss Beatrice Zacharie will sing\na few of the solos and Mr. Gerald Woodcock Reidy will play\nthe violin intermezzo while Miss James will assist Mr. Quirke\nat the piano."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "71", "page_fin": "71", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Russian Secret Service", "titre_sommaire": "Russian Secret Service", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 527, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2321, "texte": "Russian Secret Service\nGuido Bruno\n(Scene: Private office in Police Headquarters.)\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE: If you join our forces and\ndecide to be a detective instead of a revolutionist, you will be\nfreed immediately! Otherwise you will be hanged today! Your\ndeath-warrant is as good as signed.\nREVOLUTIONIST: All right, I accept!\nLIEUTENANT OF POLICE (thinking for himself) :\nI have to report this immediately to the revolutionary com-\nmittee ! Such a wretched traitor!\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE: We are offering you 1,000\nrubles if you betray to us the plots of all the assassinations\nplanned at present.\nPOLICE SARGEANT: (thinking for himself): O, Lord:\nif he only does not betray me!\nREVOLUTIONIST: They are preparing to kill the village\npriest.\nPOLICE SARGEANT (Thinking) : Blessed be the Lord:\nhe doesn't seem to know anvthing about our plot!\nREVOLUTIONIST: Dimitri Nicolaitsch was chosen to\nkill him.\nPOLICEMAN AT THE DOOR: (thinking): He evidently\nknows what he is talking about. The name is correct.\nREVOLUTIONIST: Everything will be ready tomorrow\nevening at 8 o'clock. Then the priest will be killed.\nPRESIDENT'S SECRETARY (thinking) : In yesterday's\nmeeting we postponed it till the day after tomorrow.\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE (in terrible rage, to the revolu-\ntionist) : Ha! Scoundrel! So you are going to betray the\nplans of our revolution! To hell with you! (He fires a\nshot without injuring him.)\nREVOLUTIONIST: Place him under arrest! I am the Sec-\nretary of Police!\nA SCRUBBING WOMAN: Then you must die! (Throw-\ning herself against his big frame she buries a stiletto in his\nheart.)\nPOLICEMAN AT THE DOOR (trying to overpower her) :\nNikolisch! What did you do that for! (The house is blown\ninto the air because the letter-carrier stumbled over a bomb as\nhe came through the main entrance.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "72", "page_fin": "72", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Disc Concerts on the Square", "titre_sommaire": "Disc Concerts 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": 4, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 530, "texte": "Disc Concerts on the Square\nA SELECTION of war music of all nations, followed by the\npeace songs of all nations will be the program of the\nDiamond Disc Concerts on Washington Square on Tuesday\nand Friday nights at 8:15. The concerts are not only an attrac-\ntion for the dwellers of Greenwich Village back of Washington\nSquare, but now during these beautiful late summer evenings\nthe diners of the old hotels are frequent visitors to the benches\nof the finest Square in the world, and are habitues of the\nconcerts."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "72", "page_fin": "72", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Toys for Children's Hour", "titre_sommaire": "Toys for 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": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 532, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2427, "texte": "Toys for Children's Hour\nTHE big children had all the fun connected with the prepara-\ntions for the coming school year. Those little and big\nthings which are essential for the school-bags were purchased\nand the serious work in the class-room begun again. Only the\nlittle ones who are not yet old enough for school are coming\ndown to the Children's Hour on Wednesday afternoons, while\nSaturday sees the old crowd, merry as ever and ready to give\nleave to the lure of the rhythm of marches and waltzes and such\nmusic as fox-trot and one-step and two-step—rather foreign\nto the severe old trees on the Square and the dignified facades\nof New York's oldest mansions.\nThey have a new friend now, one enthusiast of Charles Edi-\nson's work in Greenwich Village and one who believes that deeds\nare better than just praise and appreciation, one who likes to\ncontribute in his own way to the merriment and to the happi-\nness—in many cases the only hours of laughter and of joy—\nin the lives of those little tots from the tenement houses of\nGreenwich Village.\n\"Don't mention my name,\" he said, \"Just say_ an Austrian\nfriend sends these toys and things to the Italian lads and\nlasses of Greenwich Village.\" And big dry-goods boxes filled\nwith the finest playthings and things that would make to beat\nquicker the heart of every boy and every girl. While the big\nboys and the big girls have their books, the small ones' will re-\nceive, through the kindness of their Austrian friend, Teddy\nbears and automobiles that run themselves, and animals, and\ndolls that talk, and rifles and guns and drums and even bri-\ngades of German and French and English soldiers in glaring\ncolors.\nThese toys will be distributed among Charles Edison's own\nchildren of the Children's Hour on Wednesday, the 29th of\nSeptember, at 3:30 in the afternoon, providing the sun will\nsend his approving rays and it is clear and dry weather."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "72", "page_fin": "73", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Charlotte James at the Thimble Theatre.", "titre_sommaire": "Charlotte James at the Thimble Theatre.", "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": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2429, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2684, "texte": "Charlotte James at the Thimble Theatre.\nMISS CHARLOTTE JAMES is another feature of this\nweek's program in Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre, Miss James arrived several days ago from Colorado\nand aims ito conclude her musical studies in New York. She"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 51, "fin_caractere_exclue": 579, "texte": "is a piano soloist of great promise. While interpretation of\nthe great masters is the one object of Miss James' present\nstudies, she is trying Ito find a chance to bring her own com-\npositions before a large public. She will play Thursday, Fri-\nday and Saturday nights a selection from her own work. Her\n''improvisations\" contain a few strong motives which unmis-\ntakably were conceived out there in that real America of the\nWest Her \"Sea Song\" and the \"Prelude\" and \"Fuge in D\nMinor,\" by Bach, are other numbers of her program."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "73", "page_fin": "73", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Milligan Place", "titre_sommaire": "Milligan Place", "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": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 49, "texte": "Milligan Place"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "73", "page_fin": "73", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village Street Names", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village Street Names", "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": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 581, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1539, "texte": "Greenwich Village Street Names\nWaverly Place\nWaverly Place was thus designated in 1833 on the petition\nof the owners of the private residences erected at that time\non the north side of Washington Square in honor of Sir Walter\nScott.\nThe appreciation, for being gratifying, could not be taxed\nwith undue haste; almost twenty years had passed since\n\"Waverly or Tis Sixty Years Since\" had first been published.\nBank Street\nBank Street dates from the time of the fever epedemic in\n1822, when numerous wooden buildings were erected here and\nelsewhere as temporary banks and offices for the use of business\nmen.\nSuch was the panic-inspired rapidity with which these struc-\ntures were raised that an eye-witness told Historian Devoe he\nsaw corn growing on the corner of Hammond (now West\nEleventh) and the Fourth Streets on a Saturday morning and\nby the following Monday morning Sykes and Niblo had a hous*\nerected on the spot capable of accommodating 300 boarders,"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "74", "page_fin": "75", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.9", "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": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 45, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2894, "texte": "Greenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"To your apartment?\" she seemed shocked. But I didn't\nintend to spend any more time in a depot and so I thrust my arm\nunder hers and led her out of the station to a 'bus that was\nwaiting in front of the main entrance.\n\"You trusted me,\" I said, \"with your story, and I will trust\nyou, take you with me home, and give you a chance to do all those\nthings you say you want to do. You mustn't raise the question of\na woman going home with a stranger if you don't want me to\nraise the question of a man taking home a strange woman. You\nknow me just as well as I know you. You told me that you\nhave money and jewelry, that you belong to the same class as\nI and all that sort of thing because you wanted me to help you.\nIt might be true and it might not. I don't care. The fact is,\nyou are homeless at present. I am willing to help you and so\nI place faith in you. But when I start a thing I usually carry\nit through as I see fit. I was 'game,' as you mentioned in the\nstart of our conversation. Now isn't it up to you to be game? and\nyou have to be game because there is no backing out for you.\nIts mighty dangerous to accost men in New York with propo-\nsitions as you accosted me and I would not run the risk to\nlet you try it with another one.\"\nIt was then that she seemed to realize the severity of the\nstep she had taken. I felt the hesitation and a little bit of\nterror that went through her body, but she was game. We\nboarded the top of the 'bus and we were the only passengers.\nThe night was cold but refreshing. We turned into Fifth\nAvenue and that wonderful boulevard lay dead before us. The\ntwo long rows of white lights seemed to meet somewhere far,\nfar away. Very few vehicles crossed over to some side-streets\nand the footsteps of solitary passersby resounded in the quiet-\nness of the night. We passed the church near Twelfth Street\nas she spoke to me again. She said, \"I do trust you.\"\nShe trembled just a little bit following me into the unlighted\ncorridor of the old building that years ago had served as a\nmansion of a respectable family, but was utilized now by the\nestate of this family as an apartment house. It sheltered many\nartists and writers and others who preferred the charm of high\nceilings and open fireplaces to modern elevators and ice-chests. I\nlighted the gas in my sittingroom and the lamp in my coffee\npercolator, asked her to take off her coat, but by all means to\nkeep on her veil.\nShe did not look very comfortable in her evening gown, with\nhat and veil on her head. She looked grotesque. She was sitting\nin an armchair, a hand on each arm. I loved her hands. The\nwater in the percolator was boiling. I poked the fire in the fire-\nplace.\n\"I am the daughter of one of the richest men in this city,\"\nshe began, her hands now clasping her knees, and looking into"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1667, "texte": "the glistering flames. \"I just came from college. I am expected\nto be a debutante this season. I saw a little of life, of\ncourse, not very much, but just a little more than the average\nwell-chaperoned girl you generally see, and I cannot go back\nto the life I am expected to lead. Silly society chatter, re-\nceptions, teas, charity work, and perhaps marry some day a man,\nafter I get tired and bored. And then, to continue to live in\nthe same fashion until I die? I cannot do it!\"\n\"Look at my shoes. They cost eighteen dollars. Three\nsales girls in one of our department stores work for that amount\none week. A man slaves from morning until night for that same\nmoney and supports a wife and children. I had lunch this noon\nin a tea room. I paid for a cup of tea with some biscuits and\njelly, enough to keep a man from starving for a week, and I\ngave the waitress a tip that would have brought a homeless\nman tonight a lodging.\"\n\"I can't enjoy the food I eat, the clothes I wear because\nof all the others who have to do without them. Now I am not\nsilly, 1 know that if my father would give away all his money and\ndistribute it among the people, the world would not be much better\noff. There would still be starvation and homeless men and\nwomen on the streets. The only excuse for us to sit in\nrestaurants and eat when thousands are hungry, and to wear\nnice clothes while millions are shabby, is the consciousness\nthat we work for the money with which we pay and that the only\ndifference between us in a warm and cosy home and those\nwretched figures on the park benches, is merely the fact that\nwe have had a chance and they did not.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "75", "page_fin": "75", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Peacocks' Tails", "titre_sommaire": "Peacocks' Tails", "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": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1669, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2924, "texte": "Peacocks' Tails\nBy D. Molby.\nTPHE peacock's tail is designed the way it is just for the\npurpose of showing people how much of an impression\nit is possible for a tail to make. So far as usefulness is con-\ncerned, it could be smaller and plainer. And it need not be\nin the shape of a fan, for it is so heavy he can't work it fast\nenough to make a breeze. It is made like a fan and the feathers\narranged according to length so that all the brilliant parts, and\nnothing else, will show.\nOrdinarily the peacock has his tail down, but as soon as\nanybody comes around making any kind of pretences,—he doesn't\ncare who they are or what they have—he puts up his tail and\nshows them what a fine tail he has. And they stand and look\nat it and they remark about it and in their hearts they envy\nhim. It is tiresome for him to hold the feathers up, but he does\nnot mind so long as they look at him. He likes to look at it\nhimself and sometimes he puts it up just for his own enjoyment.\nIt is not so much the tail that people admire but the peacock\nhimself because he can have such a good tail. And when the\ntnil is taken off and put somewhere else it looks out of place.\nThe glory is not there. For the glory is in the peacock when\nthe tail is on him and he has it up."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "76", "page_fin": "76", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "To Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "To Clara Tice", "signature_source": "H. Elliott", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 141, "fin_caractere_exclue": 405, "texte": "To Clara Tice\nH. Elliott\nInspired by her Drawings in Bruno's Weekly.\nWith pantaloons,\nin gay festoons\non figure lithe\nwith spirit blithe—\nAh, dear Miss Tice,\nit is not nice\nthus to efface\ntheir rhythmic grace,\nand make your nudes\nsuch silly prudes\nwith pantaloons!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "76", "page_fin": "76", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Tears, by Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Tears, 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": 8, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 407, "fin_caractere_exclue": 427, "texte": "Tears, by Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-22-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "76", "page_fin": "76", "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=bmtnaaq19150922-01.2.13", "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": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 429, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1108, "texte": "This Week's Performances and Concerts\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nQuido Bruno, J&Canager\nTuesday, 8:00 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:00 p. m.\nThursday, 8 :15 p. m.\nFriday,\n8:00 p. m.\n8 :15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2 :00 p. m.\nr\nr\n8 :15 p. m.\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket\nLittle Thimble Theatre\nare free of charge.\nof admission to The\nperformances. They"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 10\nSEPTEMBER 22nd, MCMXV\nVol. I\nCopyright 1915 by Quido SBruno\n\nGETHSEMANE\nMichael Monahan\nIn every man's life pilgrimage, however unblest, there are holy\nplaces where he is made to feel his kinship with the Divine;\nwhere the Heavens bend low his head and angels come and\nminister unto him.\nThese are the places of sacrifice, the meeting ground of mortal\nand immortal, the tents of trial wherin are waged the great\nspiritual combats of man's life. Here are the tears and agonies\nand the bloody sweat of Gethsemane. Happy the man who, look-\ning back, can say of himself: \"Here, too, was the victory!\n\n\"Sonia,\" Gigantic Drama with Music,\nThursday, Friday and Saturday, at the\nLittle Thimble\non? of those creations of the human mind, which are inspired\nby tremendous elementary occurences, by tragedies that are\nso gigantic that they are quite outside of the sphere of the\nfeeling and comprehension of the individual, was submitted to\nMr. Charles Edison a few days ago: a tune picture which speaks\nto the ear—like those old canvases in the endless picture gallery\nin the palace of Versailles, to the eye, where one wall after an-\nother is filled with nothing but battlefields and military scenes.\nThe shadowy skies and backgrounds, the glaring colors of uni-\nforms and of the red blood of smitten bodies, the cadavers of\nhorses and the glaring of wind-swelled standards, standing out\nlike the symbol and leitmotif among the new columns of fresh\ntroops marching towards sure death, the bigness of the can-\nvases, the tragedy of the inevitable fills us with horror, with an\nunspeakable terror—fills us so completely that we forget pity,\ndisgust, sympathy, and admiration of heroism. We just want\nto leave these rooms. We want to leave behind us those grue-\nsome pictures. We want to go out into God's own freedom,\nback to our quiet homes, back to those that we love.\nEllen Svala went through the horrors of the present war.\nA descendant of an old Hugenot family, born on the banks\nof the Rhine, her relatives occupying high official positions in\nthe churches, states and armies of the different countries of\nEurope, had, after fifteen months of wandering to France, to\nHolland, to Germany and from Germany to Belgium and to\nEngland, one desire: back home, back where there is peace,\nand people live sanely as twenty centuries of civilization had\ntaught them to live. She came to America, to New York. The\npeaceful dreaminess of the Squares, of our residential districts,"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nthe healthy busy life and the life of our streets down-town, the\nfathers who return home to their families every evening, mothers\nwho are taking their children to the schools now at the begin-\nning of the school season—all this daily life in our country,\nfree from the barbarous bacillus of hatred, of belligerency,\nwas the contrast which brought about in her a big reaction.\nShe wrote \"Sonia,\" a Wordless Drama, meant to be a gigantic\nspectacular show with its music as main feature. The love of\npeople for their homes, for the customs handed down from\ngeneration to generation, and the cloud that hovers above\ntheir ' heads and may burst open any day in an all-destroying\nhurricane, are pictured in all their beauty and in all their\ntragedy.\nThe play is laid in neutral Scandinavia, and the phantom of\nterror that hovers menacingly over the heads of all expressed\nthrough Phantom Reindeer.\nThe reindeer plays in the life of the Scandinavian of the high\nNorth a very big part; it gives him meat, skin, horn and bones\nwhich he utilizes and it plays an important part in the\nmythology of the country. The Laplander and_ Esquimaux\nbelieve today that after their death they enter a spacious Tundra,\na sort of an Oasis where they lead in the community of their\nreindeer an eternal happy life. Misfortune and disaster are\nalways predicted by the appearance of a Reindeer Phantom.\nAround the figure of Sonia, this Northern heroine, is woven\na drama which pictures all the wonderful customs of home life,\nof the Scandinavian people—preserved by them from time im-\nmemorial— customs whose influence has been felt through Cen-\ntral and Western Europe to this day.\nThe scenes of animal and bird life, as an allegory of the\npastime of the peaceful man at home, are in grotesque contrast\nto the constant fear before this unknown something, this dis-\nturber of happiness predicted by the reindeer phantom.\nThe curtain rises in a blinding snow-storm. Distant voices,\nchurch bells, old Scandinavian folk-songs, people going about\ntheir daily life, irresistably humorous happenings, hunting\nscenes, weddings, play and work—and then the phantom, pre-\ndicting tragedy and terrifying everybody. .....\nThe end is tragic. But it is the tragedy that ends the lives\nof all of us: death. And so big, so crushing, so merciless is this\nend that we feel its reality, that we feel it is not the end of\na drama that could have been solved in a more pleasant way.\nIt is the end that so many have seen over there in blood-\nstenched Europe and that hovers above the head of everyone\nright now, right here in this our own country.\nEllen Svala is the author of many books and she was char-\nacterized by France's greatest historic painter. Puvis de Chav-\nanne as, \"a help to all who suffer, and an angel to the fallen.\"\nA synopsis of this drama with music whose performance\nwould afford her an orchestra as large as the one in Bayreuth\nand a chorus as large as the one in Reinhardt's Miracle, in\nLondon, will be produced in Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre on Thursday, Friday and Saturday of this week."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nMr. Conal O'Cuirc Quirke, choirmaster for Reinhardt's Mira-\ncle, in London, arranged the music of the four acts of the play\nand it will be as vivid and poignant as the use of pianos and\nthe limited number of voices will permit.\nEllen Svala took active part in the rehearsals and will be\npresent at the performances.\nMiss Kirsten Nielsen and Miss Beatrice Zacharie will sing\na few of the solos and Mr. Gerald Woodcock Reidy will play\nthe violin intermezzo while Miss James will assist Mr. Quirke\nat the piano.\n\nRussian Secret Service\nGuido Bruno\n(Scene: Private office in Police Headquarters.)\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE: If you join our forces and\ndecide to be a detective instead of a revolutionist, you will be\nfreed immediately! Otherwise you will be hanged today! Your\ndeath-warrant is as good as signed.\nREVOLUTIONIST: All right, I accept!\nLIEUTENANT OF POLICE (thinking for himself) :\nI have to report this immediately to the revolutionary com-\nmittee ! Such a wretched traitor!\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE: We are offering you 1,000\nrubles if you betray to us the plots of all the assassinations\nplanned at present.\nPOLICE SARGEANT: (thinking for himself): O, Lord:\nif he only does not betray me!\nREVOLUTIONIST: They are preparing to kill the village\npriest.\nPOLICE SARGEANT (Thinking) : Blessed be the Lord:\nhe doesn't seem to know anvthing about our plot!\nREVOLUTIONIST: Dimitri Nicolaitsch was chosen to\nkill him.\nPOLICEMAN AT THE DOOR: (thinking): He evidently\nknows what he is talking about. The name is correct.\nREVOLUTIONIST: Everything will be ready tomorrow\nevening at 8 o'clock. Then the priest will be killed.\nPRESIDENT'S SECRETARY (thinking) : In yesterday's\nmeeting we postponed it till the day after tomorrow.\nPRESIDENT OF POLICE (in terrible rage, to the revolu-\ntionist) : Ha! Scoundrel! So you are going to betray the\nplans of our revolution! To hell with you! (He fires a\nshot without injuring him.)\nREVOLUTIONIST: Place him under arrest! I am the Sec-\nretary of Police!\nA SCRUBBING WOMAN: Then you must die! (Throw-\ning herself against his big frame she buries a stiletto in his\nheart.)\nPOLICEMAN AT THE DOOR (trying to overpower her) :\nNikolisch! What did you do that for! (The house is blown\ninto the air because the letter-carrier stumbled over a bomb as\nhe came through the main entrance.)"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nDisc Concerts on the Square\nA SELECTION of war music of all nations, followed by the\npeace songs of all nations will be the program of the\nDiamond Disc Concerts on Washington Square on Tuesday\nand Friday nights at 8:15. The concerts are not only an attrac-\ntion for the dwellers of Greenwich Village back of Washington\nSquare, but now during these beautiful late summer evenings\nthe diners of the old hotels are frequent visitors to the benches\nof the finest Square in the world, and are habitues of the\nconcerts.\n\nToys for Children's Hour\nTHE big children had all the fun connected with the prepara-\ntions for the coming school year. Those little and big\nthings which are essential for the school-bags were purchased\nand the serious work in the class-room begun again. Only the\nlittle ones who are not yet old enough for school are coming\ndown to the Children's Hour on Wednesday afternoons, while\nSaturday sees the old crowd, merry as ever and ready to give\nleave to the lure of the rhythm of marches and waltzes and such\nmusic as fox-trot and one-step and two-step—rather foreign\nto the severe old trees on the Square and the dignified facades\nof New York's oldest mansions.\nThey have a new friend now, one enthusiast of Charles Edi-\nson's work in Greenwich Village and one who believes that deeds\nare better than just praise and appreciation, one who likes to\ncontribute in his own way to the merriment and to the happi-\nness—in many cases the only hours of laughter and of joy—\nin the lives of those little tots from the tenement houses of\nGreenwich Village.\n\"Don't mention my name,\" he said, \"Just say_ an Austrian\nfriend sends these toys and things to the Italian lads and\nlasses of Greenwich Village.\" And big dry-goods boxes filled\nwith the finest playthings and things that would make to beat\nquicker the heart of every boy and every girl. While the big\nboys and the big girls have their books, the small ones' will re-\nceive, through the kindness of their Austrian friend, Teddy\nbears and automobiles that run themselves, and animals, and\ndolls that talk, and rifles and guns and drums and even bri-\ngades of German and French and English soldiers in glaring\ncolors.\nThese toys will be distributed among Charles Edison's own\nchildren of the Children's Hour on Wednesday, the 29th of\nSeptember, at 3:30 in the afternoon, providing the sun will\nsend his approving rays and it is clear and dry weather.\n\nCharlotte James at the Thimble Theatre.\nMISS CHARLOTTE JAMES is another feature of this\nweek's program in Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre, Miss James arrived several days ago from Colorado\nand aims ito conclude her musical studies in New York. She"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(to be continued)\n\nMilligan Place\n\nis a piano soloist of great promise. While interpretation of\nthe great masters is the one object of Miss James' present\nstudies, she is trying Ito find a chance to bring her own com-\npositions before a large public. She will play Thursday, Fri-\nday and Saturday nights a selection from her own work. Her\n''improvisations\" contain a few strong motives which unmis-\ntakably were conceived out there in that real America of the\nWest Her \"Sea Song\" and the \"Prelude\" and \"Fuge in D\nMinor,\" by Bach, are other numbers of her program.\n\nGreenwich Village Street Names\nWaverly Place\nWaverly Place was thus designated in 1833 on the petition\nof the owners of the private residences erected at that time\non the north side of Washington Square in honor of Sir Walter\nScott.\nThe appreciation, for being gratifying, could not be taxed\nwith undue haste; almost twenty years had passed since\n\"Waverly or Tis Sixty Years Since\" had first been published.\nBank Street\nBank Street dates from the time of the fever epedemic in\n1822, when numerous wooden buildings were erected here and\nelsewhere as temporary banks and offices for the use of business\nmen.\nSuch was the panic-inspired rapidity with which these struc-\ntures were raised that an eye-witness told Historian Devoe he\nsaw corn growing on the corner of Hammond (now West\nEleventh) and the Fourth Streets on a Saturday morning and\nby the following Monday morning Sykes and Niblo had a hous*\nerected on the spot capable of accommodating 300 boarders,"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nGreenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"To your apartment?\" she seemed shocked. But I didn't\nintend to spend any more time in a depot and so I thrust my arm\nunder hers and led her out of the station to a 'bus that was\nwaiting in front of the main entrance.\n\"You trusted me,\" I said, \"with your story, and I will trust\nyou, take you with me home, and give you a chance to do all those\nthings you say you want to do. You mustn't raise the question of\na woman going home with a stranger if you don't want me to\nraise the question of a man taking home a strange woman. You\nknow me just as well as I know you. You told me that you\nhave money and jewelry, that you belong to the same class as\nI and all that sort of thing because you wanted me to help you.\nIt might be true and it might not. I don't care. The fact is,\nyou are homeless at present. I am willing to help you and so\nI place faith in you. But when I start a thing I usually carry\nit through as I see fit. I was 'game,' as you mentioned in the\nstart of our conversation. Now isn't it up to you to be game? and\nyou have to be game because there is no backing out for you.\nIts mighty dangerous to accost men in New York with propo-\nsitions as you accosted me and I would not run the risk to\nlet you try it with another one.\"\nIt was then that she seemed to realize the severity of the\nstep she had taken. I felt the hesitation and a little bit of\nterror that went through her body, but she was game. We\nboarded the top of the 'bus and we were the only passengers.\nThe night was cold but refreshing. We turned into Fifth\nAvenue and that wonderful boulevard lay dead before us. The\ntwo long rows of white lights seemed to meet somewhere far,\nfar away. Very few vehicles crossed over to some side-streets\nand the footsteps of solitary passersby resounded in the quiet-\nness of the night. We passed the church near Twelfth Street\nas she spoke to me again. She said, \"I do trust you.\"\nShe trembled just a little bit following me into the unlighted\ncorridor of the old building that years ago had served as a\nmansion of a respectable family, but was utilized now by the\nestate of this family as an apartment house. It sheltered many\nartists and writers and others who preferred the charm of high\nceilings and open fireplaces to modern elevators and ice-chests. I\nlighted the gas in my sittingroom and the lamp in my coffee\npercolator, asked her to take off her coat, but by all means to\nkeep on her veil.\nShe did not look very comfortable in her evening gown, with\nhat and veil on her head. She looked grotesque. She was sitting\nin an armchair, a hand on each arm. I loved her hands. The\nwater in the percolator was boiling. I poked the fire in the fire-\nplace.\n\"I am the daughter of one of the richest men in this city,\"\nshe began, her hands now clasping her knees, and looking into"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(to be continued)\n\nthe glistering flames. \"I just came from college. I am expected\nto be a debutante this season. I saw a little of life, of\ncourse, not very much, but just a little more than the average\nwell-chaperoned girl you generally see, and I cannot go back\nto the life I am expected to lead. Silly society chatter, re-\nceptions, teas, charity work, and perhaps marry some day a man,\nafter I get tired and bored. And then, to continue to live in\nthe same fashion until I die? I cannot do it!\"\n\"Look at my shoes. They cost eighteen dollars. Three\nsales girls in one of our department stores work for that amount\none week. A man slaves from morning until night for that same\nmoney and supports a wife and children. I had lunch this noon\nin a tea room. I paid for a cup of tea with some biscuits and\njelly, enough to keep a man from starving for a week, and I\ngave the waitress a tip that would have brought a homeless\nman tonight a lodging.\"\n\"I can't enjoy the food I eat, the clothes I wear because\nof all the others who have to do without them. Now I am not\nsilly, 1 know that if my father would give away all his money and\ndistribute it among the people, the world would not be much better\noff. There would still be starvation and homeless men and\nwomen on the streets. The only excuse for us to sit in\nrestaurants and eat when thousands are hungry, and to wear\nnice clothes while millions are shabby, is the consciousness\nthat we work for the money with which we pay and that the only\ndifference between us in a warm and cosy home and those\nwretched figures on the park benches, is merely the fact that\nwe have had a chance and they did not.\"\n\nPeacocks' Tails\nBy D. Molby.\nTPHE peacock's tail is designed the way it is just for the\npurpose of showing people how much of an impression\nit is possible for a tail to make. So far as usefulness is con-\ncerned, it could be smaller and plainer. And it need not be\nin the shape of a fan, for it is so heavy he can't work it fast\nenough to make a breeze. It is made like a fan and the feathers\narranged according to length so that all the brilliant parts, and\nnothing else, will show.\nOrdinarily the peacock has his tail down, but as soon as\nanybody comes around making any kind of pretences,—he doesn't\ncare who they are or what they have—he puts up his tail and\nshows them what a fine tail he has. And they stand and look\nat it and they remark about it and in their hearts they envy\nhim. It is tiresome for him to hold the feathers up, but he does\nnot mind so long as they look at him. He likes to look at it\nhimself and sometimes he puts it up just for his own enjoyment.\nIt is not so much the tail that people admire but the peacock\nhimself because he can have such a good tail. And when the\ntnil is taken off and put somewhere else it looks out of place.\nThe glory is not there. For the glory is in the peacock when\nthe tail is on him and he has it up."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150922-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\nBruno's Weekly, edited, written, published by Guido Bruno, at\n53 Washington Square, New York. Subscription Price $1 yearly.\n\nTo Clara Tice\nH. Elliott\nInspired by her Drawings in Bruno's Weekly.\nWith pantaloons,\nin gay festoons\non figure lithe\nwith spirit blithe—\nAh, dear Miss Tice,\nit is not nice\nthus to efface\ntheir rhythmic grace,\nand make your nudes\nsuch silly prudes\nwith pantaloons!\n\nTears, by Clara Tice\n\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nQuido Bruno, J&Canager\nTuesday, 8:00 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:00 p. m.\nThursday, 8 :15 p. m.\nFriday,\n8:00 p. m.\n8 :15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2 :00 p. m.\nr\nr\n8 :15 p. m.\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket\nLittle Thimble Theatre\nare free of charge.\nof admission to The\nperformances. They"}]}