{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_sha256": "4781c5eebef1a52056032672363e13d26155738910dc47b93f9de777b3fc2e80", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/30_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/09/30_01/bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "A little romance in your heart, a little invention in", "titre_sommaire": "A little romance in your heart, a little invention in", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 139, "fin_caractere_exclue": 333, "texte": "Michael Monahan\nA little romance in your heart, a little invention in\nyour head, a little iron in your purpose—these things\nTvill keep a man in the world as long as it is decent for\nhim to stay."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "78", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Winter's Awakening in the Village", "titre_sommaire": "Winter's Awakening in the Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 335, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2407, "texte": "Winter's Awakening in the Village\nCLOWLY and with resignation king summer handed over the\nsceptre to mild autumn. Warm summer afternoons which\ntempt one to forget that the 15th of September passed long ago,\nand to wear once more the straw hat or the white linen suit, are\nfollowed by chilly evenings with overcoat and protecting shawl.\nThere is not a lovlier place in the city than Washington\nSquare during these late Indian Summer days. It carries the\ntouch of intimacy which makes dear the boudoir of our beloved\none. It has the dignity of a church and the friendliness of an\ninnkeeper who values us as gladly-sheltered guests. The grass\nis yellowish green scattered with red leaves. A merciful wind\nhas cut the last threads by which they had hung lifeless to\nthe branches. The mansions which have dozed all summer\nbehind drawn shades are awakening to new life. Their owners\nare returning and preparing for the winter's stay among us.\nThe signs telling us that there are apartments, rooms or studios\nfor rent are vanishing from the quaint-looking dwellings—once\nfamily houses and mansions and now the homes of just as\nmany as there can be rooms partitioned off for. Greenwich\nVillage is on the morn of its winter season.\nThere is no other community in New York where the popula-\ntion is so constantly floating and so quickly shifted as in\nGreenwich Village. You think you know the Square because\nyou lived there last year. And now, returning from your camp\nor from your summer residence or from the suburb where you\nspent the last months, you come to that house where you still\nkeep your studio or where you secured quarters for yourself\nand you see new faces. They perhaps moved in yesterday, and\nthey seem to belong to the place as though they had lived\nthere for years. They will be gone tomorrow and they won't\nleave a trace or a personal impression to tell the story of their\nsojourn.\nAnd then those men and women on the street in a garb which\narrests your eyes—it might be the flying necktie—of the woman,\nplease—men do not wear any more artists bows. They seem to"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2018, "texte": "acquire with the long hair, the neatness also peculiar to the\nfemale sex—all healthy girls with red cheeks and eyes radiant\nwith expectancy and enthusiasm—and with bobbed hair. And\nsome of them really look like men in their felt hats and man-\nlike cut sack suits: you can see them flocking into Pepe's\nreal estate office. Pepe has a monopoly of the artists and literary\nmen dwelling in Greenwich Village. He knows every cubby-\nhole high up under the roof of a forgotten factory-building on\nthe outskirts of the Square, and he also knows how to transform\nthem into \"studios.\" And ah—what prices does he know to\ncharge! He sends the new arrivals from the country—artists\nand would-be-artists who have saved their pennies for a year\nin Greenwich Village on their tiresome road to find a \"home.\"\nHave you ever been there yourself? A list of addresses in\nyour hand, wandering from house-door to house-door, looking\nat studios or rooms or apartments? No more heart-sickening\nand disappointing task is in store for us than this disheartening\nsearch for living-quarters. If we like one place, we can't afford\nto rent it; we stumble against one that just suits us and suits\nour pocket-book, we congratulate ourself on our good luck and\nthen we learn that some other luckier being had not only rented\nit an hour ago, but also had left a deposit to substantiate the\ndeal. And with the first shadows of the dying day our spirits\nreach that point below zero where we don't care a rap and\nwe ring the bell of a house and tell ourself, \"If there are\nquarters that cost so much and so much, I'll take them.\"\nAnd so they settle and are happy and contented, and start out\nwith enthusiasm, and Greenwich Village once more fills its\nmission as it has done for the last one hundred years, since\nthat memorable day when Tom Paine hunted for lodging in the\ndreamy, sunny hamlet, nearly two miles away from the\nNew York of those days to live here the quiet life of a hermit\nin the company of Madame Bonville and her two sons."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "78", "page_fin": "79", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Thursday, Friday, and Saturday in the Little Thimble", "titre_sommaire": "Thursday, Friday, and Saturday in 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": 2, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 2020, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3016, "texte": "Thursday, Friday, and Saturday in the\nLittle Thimble\nAS cosmopolitan as Greenwich Village itself—especially in\nthis year of war, when artists and writers of all countries\ndisturbed in their peace flock to America—is the music of\n\"Greenwich Village,\" the comedy in three acts, which will open\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre as a playhouse. They\nare memories and recollections of the folk-songs of northern\nand of southern Europe. And then there is \"Greenwich Vil-\nlage,\" the chorus which contains all that which made Viennese\nmusic the destroyer of worry and of trouble, and there are re-\ncollections of the sentimentality of the Pole, there is a bit of\nthe frivolity of the Frenchman but all woven through with that\nbinding and re-creating cement which is the American char-\nacteristic: energy, endurance, joy of life and strength and\nhealth rather than blase morbidness.\nThe play is a picture of that picturesque mosaic which\nmakes Greenwich Village. The music carries one idea—the love"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1564, "texte": "of life, of real life with all its wonders and with all its beauty.\nSongs by American composers are one of the features of\nthe performance on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, sung by\nMiss Maclntyre. Miss Maclntyre's voice, which resembles a\nchoir-boys voice in its exquisite purity of tone, is a lyric soprano.\nThe young singer is not yet twenty and came recently to New\nYork to complete her vocal studies. Her aim is to become an\nopera singer. On Thursday she will appear for the first time\nbefore an audience.\nAmong the American composers who submitted their works\nrecently to Mr. Charles Edison is Richard E. Myers, of Chicago.\nTwo of his songs, \"Early in the Day,\" words by Rabindranath\nTagore, and\"The Sky is up Above the Roof,\" after Paul\nVerlaine, by Ernest Dowson, will be heard Thursday for the\nfirst time in the Thimble Theatre.\nOne of the features of the program for last week was the\nintroduction of American singers who have sung for the Dia-\nmond Disc. To know something about the life and the work\nof those Americans who make their way as grand opera singers\nin spite of their American birth—it is rather damaging for the\ncareer of a singer in America to acknowledge that he is American\nand that he never has taken advantage of the opportunities\nEurope offers for vocal education—should be essential for those\nwho take real interest in the development of American music.\nA selection from the repertoire of Miss Christine Miller\nanteceded by a biographical introduction and some interesting\nnotes on her life will complete the program."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "79", "page_fin": "79", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "The Freedom of Separation", "titre_sommaire": "The Freedom of Separation", "signature_source": "Rabindranath Tagore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1566, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2559, "texte": "The Freedom of Separation\nBy Rabindranath Tagore\nY°y. took me by the hand and drew me to your side,\nMade me sit on the high seat before all men,\nTill I became timid, unable to stir, and walk my own way,\nDoubting and debating at each step\nLest I should tread on the smallest thorn of your disfavor.\nI am freed at last!\nThe blow has come, the drum of insult sounded,\nMy seat laid low in the dust.\nThe road is open before me.\nThe call of the sky has reached my wings.\nI go to join the ranks of the shooting stars of midnight,\nTo plunge into the profound obscure.\nI am like the storm-driven cloud of summer\nThat cast off its_ crown of the sunset gold\nAnd hung the jewel of thunder on its lightning chain.\nIn desperate joy I rush on along the dusty path of the despised\nTowards the final honor of your acceptance.\nThe child finds its mother when it leaves her womb.\nWhen I am parted from you, thrown out of your environment;\nI am free to see your face.\nLondon Nation, via Reedy's Mirror, St. Louis."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "80", "page_fin": "81", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Toy Shop and Children's Hour", "titre_sommaire": "Toy Shop and 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": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3055, "texte": "Toy Shop and Children's Hour\nQUIETLY went off the Children's Hour on Washington Square\nlast Saturday afternoon. Hundreds of boys were danc-\ning and playing and merry, just like any other day whose after-\nnoon is set aside for the Children's entertainment by Charles\nEdison. Somehow, a few boys had learned of the gifts they\nwere to receive on this coming Wednesday from that \"Austrian\"\nwho sent his greetings to\"the Italian lads and lasses\" of Green-\nwich Village with a few boxes filled with toys.\nDear reader, if you have tots of your own you know what\nit means to have them ask—oh, so many unanswerable questions\nabout the gifts promised to them, and if not, think back to\nthose anxious moments you spent yourself in the first years\nof your life behind locked doors of the chamber where your\nbirthday gifts were being laid out for you.\nThe social workers had to reveal to them where the boxes\nwere being kept and then the music lost its lure and they\ngathered about their \"teachers,\" as they call them, and asked\nquestions. \"And how big are the boxes?\"—and \"Will everybody\nreceive a gift?\" and \"Are they real guns so we can shoot, and\nrifles so we can play soldier ?\" and hundreds of other questions.\nAir. Charles Edison felt pity for the desire of the little ones\nand he did not know what he was doing at the time he decided\nto distribute one of the boxes filled with the longed-for toys.\nWho says a volunteer army is not equivalent to trained profes-\nsional soldiers? You should have seen the boys line up and\ngather in close formation and attack that poor box and the\nstill poorer bearers who had such excellent plans how to pass\nout the toys and who had to do some rapid thinking and chang-\ning of plans in order to master the situation. The two good-\nnatured blue-coats kept the anxious boys and girls in respectful\ndistance until the box was opened and teddy-bears, soldiers,\nhelmets, guns, pistols, rifles, rubber balls, dolls and doll car-\nriages were laid out about the box on the sidewalk.\nWho said that women haven't got their rights and that it\nis up to our countemporaries to grant them? Surely the girls\ndown on Washington Square knew how to take care of them-\nselves to get what they wanted. There were not half enough\ntoys to give one to each child; not to interfere with the ar-\nrangements for Wednesday, the second big box was not brought\ninto action. To see the crestfallen faces of those who had not\nbeen lucky enough to get their share was too much for Mr.\nEdison. He sent to a near-by factory for huge boxes of candy\nof varied descriptions and soon the grief of many sad faces had\nvanished.\nWednesday afternoon at 3:30, after the program of Children's\nHour is concluded the rest of the gifts will be distributed among\nthose who had to go home empty-handed last Saturday.\nArrangements are being made with the Park Department to\ncontinue the Children's Hour in the winter months. It is just\nthen, when the weather conditions do not permit them to be\nout-of-doors playing on the cold ground in insufficient clothing,"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 325, "texte": "that the healthy exercises under the supervision of trained\nteachers wil prove not only an entertainment for the children\nbut also of value to keep them in good physical shape. Mr.\nEdison hopes to complete his arrangements in the near future\nand to co-operate with the various schools in Greenwich Vil-\nlage."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "81", "page_fin": "81", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.6", "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": 5, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 327, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1118, "texte": "Disc Concerts on the Square\nDisc Concerts on the Square have developed to be regular\npromenade concerts since the cold weather started.\nThe idea of a promenade concert—especially on a square as\nours—will be appreciated not only by the immediate beneficiaries,\nthe inhabitants of little Italy back of the Square, but also by all\nthose who have to leave their abode every evening in order to take\ntheir dinner in one of the near-by restaurants or hotels.\nThe program for this Friday comprises, outside of band music,\na selection from Wagner compositions. It is not unlikely that\nthe Park Department will sanction the continuation of the Disc\nConcerts as promenade concerts during the coming fall months.\nIn the meantime, the Tuesday and Friday evening concerts on the\nSquare will be continued."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "81", "page_fin": "82", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 6, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1120, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2654, "texte": "Passing Paris\n\nParis, September Ist, 1915\nTHIS last month the capitol has been full of men who have\nbeen allowed four days' leave fromr the front. The\nstations are packed with dense groups of them, really pathetic\nin their faded, dusty, tattered, once light-blue overcoats they call\ncapotes, leaning on heavy sticks, laden with clumsy haversacks,\nand truly like men who have been through a hard and long\ncampaign. By their side spotless Tommy looks like an amateur\ndressed rather for the stage than a flesh and blood fight.\nIn the streets you meet them with their wives leaning on their\narms, their children choking with questions, and generally\nseeming happy enough. But some of these sudden returns to\nthe domestic hearth are dramatic, and many an Enoch Arden—\nso it is said—has gone back to his trench by the next train.\nIt is, indeed, a question whether this measure was well-inspired,\nfor a snack of the home and relatives, of Paris and the normal\nlife, makes the return to service very much more difficult\nto bear than the prolonged and uninterrupted sojourn among the\n\"comrades\" in circumstances which all share and to which\ncustom has hardened them. Fortunately scenes of revelry and\ndrunkenness have been prevented by the wholesale prohibition\nof the sale of intoxicants to soldiers.\nAnother event has been the request of the State to the popu-\nlation to bring privately hoarded gold to the national bank.\nThe appeal has met with a response which is a new credit\nto the country's patriotism, considering the attachment of the"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1437, "texte": "French to their concrete savings. Some peasants have certainly\nnot been able to induce themselves to part entirely with their\nstores, and I know an anecodote about an old lady whom her\nrelatives could not succeed in influencing to exchange her sus-\npected treasure, and who was therefore pleadingly addressed\nin this fashion: \"But, Grandmamma, you should give some\nof your gdld at least, for you must have quite twenty thousand\nfrancs of it hidden somewhere.\" \"Not twenty,\" answered she,\n\"twenty-nine thousand,\" complacently and determinedly folding\nher hands in her lap as much as to indicate that no persuasion\ncould unclasp them.\nAmong the poets, artists and literary men who put their\nservices to the disposal of France at the outbreak of the\nwar, is Louis Thomas who has just been promoted to the rank of\nlieutenant in the army and noted and rewarded for distinguished\nservice. His Les Flutes Vaines and Les Cris du Solitaire are\nwidely reviewed and read.\nA new edition of Charles Peguy's La Tapisserie de Sainte\nGenevieve et de Jeanne d' Arc and sonnets, has reached also\nanother edition after the death of the poet on the battlefield.\nAmong those who have died in the trenches during the last\nmonths are Jean Marc Bernard, poet and critic, and the painter,\nDaniel de Losques; severely wounded, in the field-hospital,\nis Boussaingault, the painter.\nExcerpt from a letter to the \"Egoist/' London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "82", "page_fin": "83", "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Silhouettes, Romance and War", "titre_sommaire": "Silhouettes, Romance and War", "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": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1439, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2872, "texte": "Silhouettes, Romance and War\n\ngHADOW pictures are coming into vogue in Europe and\nespecially the artists in the trenches are favoring the oldest\nway of drawing as a welcome pastime. The silhouette, supposed\nto be the oldest and first attempt of man to draw a picture of\nman, played always an important part among the romantic fea-\ntures of war time. It was Dibutade, a Grecian maid, thousands\nof years before Christ, who drew the first silhouette of her lover,\nKleophantes. He had come to say good-bye. It was evening,\nand at the dawn of the next day he was to march with the\nother soldiers, who were going to fight on the boundaries of\ntheir country. Her father was a potter. A potter in those days\nwas an artist, and his pottery the expression of his art. The oil\ntorch was flickering away in its receptacle on the wall. The\ngirl, closely nestled to her lover in the last embrace of her fare-\nwell, saw the shadow of the outline of his features on the oppo-\nsite wall. \"Don't move,\" she said. Hurriedly she went for a\npiece of charcoal and traced his shadow with black lines. And\nwhile her sweetheart left her behind, following the call of his\ncountry, she retained his likeness on the wall. Pliny claims the\nfirst shadow picture was drawn by the Egyptian, Gyges, as a self-\nportrait in the reflection of his camp fire. But DibutadeI's story\nis more romantic, and therefore more appealing to us, and there-\nfore also more probable."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 402, "texte": "Carlos Tips, the German artist, sent impressions from the\ntrenches and from his experiences as scout home to his friends,\nand in quick succession others took up the antiquated and gentle\nart of drawing silhouettes.\nI am reproducing two of his striking pictures which appeared\nrecently in Universum (Germany). The one is called \"The\nWatch,\" the other \"The Red of the Dawn.\"\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "84", "page_fin": "85", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 9, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "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": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2497, "texte": "In Our Village\nJJRUNO' S GARRET will open its season on Saturday,\nthe 2nd of October, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It\nis one year since I came to Greenwich Village, on the date.\nAnd I will tell all those who are present interesting bits\nof my pilgrimage and my sojourn and the people who have\ncome and gone during this year. It will be the passing\nshow of one year in Greenwich Village.\nThere will be an exhibition of the curtains Clara Tice\ndesigned and painted for Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre and a show of her peacocks and butterflies which\nled to the final combination of the design.\nYou are invited to come. My space is very limited, there-\nfore, drop me a line if you think your time will* permit you\nto be present. The curtains and drawings of Clara Tice\nwill be on exhibition until the sth of October and will be\nfollowed by drawings and paintings by German and French\nartists in the trenches.\nThe poetry readings will be, as last year, every Saturday\nafternoon at 3 o'clock.\nAmong the new arrivals in the village and most likely creators\nof new social centres of the coming season are Miss Coons and\nMrs. Pendleton. Mrs. Pendleton, known for quite a while\nas a poetess, and her friend have opened on Eighth street, right\naround the corner from Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre,\na tea-room. They call it the \"Candle-stick Tea-room.\" In fact,\nit is a little doll-house in pale blue and orange, with a lot of\ndoilies and candle-sticks and many-colored candles on the tables.\nEverything is so dainty and delicate and clean and neat, I hardly\ndared to sit down and make use of those things which seemed\ntoo nice to be abused through real use.\nMrs. Heloise Haynes, last year's cherished neighbor of my\ngarret, will return from her summer home in Scituate, Mass.,\nto open somewhere in our midst a shop of some kind or another.\nHer plans are being kept secret. No matter what it is she is\nplanning, it surely will be picturesque.\nTalking about picturesqueness—Mrs. Francis Thompson moved\ninto one of the small houses next to my garret, on Thompson\nstreet, formerly Amity street. She will operate here an ex-\nchange for works of art, products of the Village.\nRobert McQuinn left the Square after his permanent resi-\ndence in Mrs. Case's (the famous Mrs. Case, directrix of the\nonly parrot hospital in the United States), and took a larger\nstudio on West Ninth street, near Fifth avenue. Mr. McQuinn,\nwho designed last year the scenery to \"Watch Your Step\" and"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 55, "fin_caractere_exclue": 680, "texte": "helped Mr. Dillingham to a complete Broadway success, had no\nvacation at all, doing exclusively work on the new Dillingham\nproductions.\nMr. Anton Hellmann believes that the smallest room can be\nmade just as attractive as a whole mansion and he is establishing\na unique practice as an interior decorator. He transforms\nmansards and alcove rooms, as well as entire buildings or\nstables or garrets into ideal workshops for all those who call\nhim into consultation after they have rented their new quarters.\nHe is also again conducting his small classes in interior\ndecoration in his studio at the Benedick, 80 Washington\nSquare."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "85", "page_fin": "85", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "A Famous Corner in Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "A Famous Corner in Greenwich Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 53, "texte": "A Famous Corner in Greenwich Village"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "86", "page_fin": "86", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Reveries", "titre_sommaire": "Reveries", "signature_source": "From the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by Guido Brum", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "86", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1724, "texte": "Reveries\nFrom the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by Guido Brum\nBird and Man\nA LITTLE robin took quarters in a hedge on the outskirts of\nthe park, right next to the sidewalk.\nThat's what I call confidence.\nThe bush is open on all sides and is half naked yet,—only\nthe skeleton of the green parasol to be.\nFrom far away his nest can be distinctly seen; the hemi-\nsphere of straw, pressed into the fork branches, shines in the\nsun and tells how new it is.\nPasserby, I look at it:\nYes, the bird is in there. He puts his head under his wing\nand makes himself as small as he can—he is afraid. ....\n\"No, he passed by! He surely did not see me!\"\nWhat a heart-refreshing confidence! . . . confidence in\nthe thorns of the bush that shelters him. ... in Mother\nNature, who, in not less than a week, will have ready for him\nthe green hiding place.\nIn humanity ?\nNever!\nSic Transit Gloria Mundi\nNOT much was left of the old oak.\nEverything: the branches of its crown and twigs—even the\nbark—was gone, and left was only the trunk with its stumps of\nbranches, naked and uncanny, staring high up into the air,—a\ntestimony to the heavens that the young forest had stolen the\nlife of the oak.\nBut once, a long time ago. . . .\nYes, long ago the oak was reaching after passing clouds.\nRavens built their nests in its broad crown and thousands of\nplants and smaller vegetation grew out from between its roots.\nGeneration after generation played at the feet of the oak, cut\nhearts and initials in its hardened bark and met under its shelter-\ning green roof to declare love and exchange sweet secrets.\n. . . And, today, not even a sparrow would take a short rest\non the dried, dead trunk.\nThat's what they call in the forest: forgotten."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "86", "page_fin": "87", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 11, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Books of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books of the Week", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "86", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1726, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2267, "texte": "Books of the Week\nThe Passport\n\"A Challenge to the Edisons,\" calls Mitchell Kennerley Emile\nVoute's The Passport, his latest publication, in an advertisement\ncirculated among book-buyers.\n\"The greatest fame and fortune of the world awaits the in-\nventor who can end war. But until The Passport appeared\nno one seems to have pointed out that war can only be ended\nby discovering some agent that will overcome force without\nkilling. Such a discovery has here been worked out in fiction—\nwhich means that it may actually be discovered any day.\""}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "87", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2252, "texte": "Record No. 33\nThe introduction of the phonograph into modern fiction is\na feature of the plot of Ida Clyde Clarke's \"Record No. 33,\"\npublished last week by D. Appleton & Co., in New York. If\nthe author had been satisfied to write a short story, she would\nhave saved herself a lot of time and paper and the reader the\nnecessity of wading through a lot of incidents which are not\nvery clear and logical and which have nothing whatever to do\nwith the story itself. The rather lengthy account of the arrival\nof the mail order catalog in Merryville, and the discussions, war\ncouncils, and the endless chain of changes of mind are so\nvivid and humorous that we cannot but feel reconciled to the\nmany thumbed pages.\nIt is the story of a lonely girl and the part a phonograph\nrecord plays in her life. Born in Louisiana, Amelie Trent is\nobliged to make her home in the little Kentucky town of\nMerryville. Never once in all her life has she been able to do\nas she herself wished, and even the French, of which she has\nbeen so fond and proud, is slipping away from her. So she\nsends to New York for a lktle machine whose records give a\ncourse of French lessons, and is delighted with the melodious\nvoice of the French professor whose words are reproduced.\nPresently she places \"Record No. 33\" on the machine—and\nhears something very unlike the formal phrases she expected.\nAgain and again she listens to sentences which express her own\nfeelings, and at last decides to go to New York in search of\nthe professor who made the record. No sooner has she arrived\nthere than she finds herself mixed up in a mysterious case of\ntheft; then she discovers not only her French professor, but\nthe other portion of an old romance, half of which she knew.\nHersey's Poems\nHarold Hersey published another little volume of his poetry\nin an edition of 200 copies. He calls the selection simply\n\"Poems.\" He creates his own world and his opinion is his\nworld. _ He is a happy dreamer and dreams right among us, in\nour midst, in the hustle-bustle of the busy life of the city in\nwhich he lives. How do you like this one, the last of the\nvolume ?\nMy Love's life\nBeats in the void\nWith featherless wing;\nDead heart, dead strife ....\n'Tis utter devoid\nOf voice to sing."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "88", "page_fin": "89", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Sleep", "titre_sommaire": "Sleep", "signature_source": "Michael Monahan", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "88", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1800, "texte": "Sleep\nBy Michael Monahan\n\"JJLESSED be the man that invented sleep,\" says the wise\nSancho. All great brain-workers have been good sleepers\nand long sleepers, nothing serving like sleep to restore the\ndelicate tissues of the brain, worn thin by mental effort. There\nhave been exceptions, but they were not long livers.\nMr. Edison, though as great a man as need be cited, holds\na contrary view; four hours, he thinks, being enough for sleep.\nThe authorities are against Mr. Edison, as regards the really\nfirst-class thinkers of the world. That the great inventor is\nhimself an exception goes merely to prove the rule.\nThe list of good sleepers among literary men is fortifying.\n\"Health is the first Muse,\" says Emerson; and sound sleep is the\nfirst mark of the healthy man. One cannot but figure Rabelais\nas a great lusty sleeper like his own Gargantua. A giant\nrequires a giant's sleep and one must have slept well to have\nearned the privilege of keeping the world awake during several\ncenturies. Insomnia was unheard of in the immortal Abbey of\nThelema.\nMontaigne was a luxurious sleeper, and spent more hours in\nhis bed than in his famous tower. His essays have lasted the\nbetter for it. Herein his great time-fellow, Shakespeare, agreed\nwith him—who has written so beautifully of nature's chief boon\ntoman?\nSleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.\nIs not this the very finest thing that ever was said on the\nsubject?—a favorite subject, too, with the great bard. Taine\nsays somewhere that Shakespeare's mighty genius was con-\nditioned by a full health unknown in our later day, that has\nsometimes regarded genius as a symptom of disease. We can be\nsure, at least, that the brain that created \"Hamlet\" and \"Lear\"\nwas wont to sleep sound and well, else it had failed under its"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "89", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2348, "texte": "tremendous labor long before fifty.\nThe extremely long life and the astonishing literary pro-\nductiveness of Voltaire were looked upon by many pious people\nof the Eighteenth Century as a special manifestation of the\npower of the Devil. This notion is not yet wholly abandoned.\nMorley thinks that had Voltaire died at fifty, he would have\nleft no enduring name, his best work having been done after\nthat age. We see now that it was sleep and moderation in\nall things which preserved Voltaire—not the Devil. He would\nremain in bed for weeks at a time—not ill, but resting and\nrecuperating. Mark Twain has taken a hint from the great\nFrenchman, and shown us how\n\"To husband out life's taper at the close,\nAnd keep the name from wasting by repose.\"\nGoethe, who ranks as the greatest creative mind since\nShakespeare, and who to short-lived men seemed to rival the\ngods in his age and beauty and power—owed much to sleep*\nFourteen hours was his regular tale, and it so preserved the\nvigor of his mind that a full half-century divided the first\nfrom the second \"Faust.\" In his old age, as Heine tells us,\nhe looked like Jupiter, and surely his unusual span of life—\npeaceful, creative, beneficient—had much that was divine about\nit. In his passions, too, he greatly resembled the old pagan\ngods—but I must not stray from my theme.\nBalzac slept badly, and giant as he was, to this fact must\nbe attributed his premature break-down. He had a theory\nthat the creative faculties deteriorate under much sleep, and\nso he worked at night, stimulating himself with the strongest\ncoffee, and ordinarily slept but a few hours in the day-time.\nGautier tells us how his stentorious breathing sounded through\nthe house like that of some wounded animal. Had Balzac\nmore wisely regulated his sleep and taken the rest his enormous\nlabors needed, he would perhaps have lived to finish his \"Human\nComedy.\"\nTo some extent, Dickens had the same unfortunate habit of\nburning the candle at both ends. Though he commonly did his\nstint in the cheerful day, his brain became abnormally active\nunder the spur of creative effort and often drove him forth to\nprowl about London the long night through. On this account, we\nhave some wonderful sketches of London in the dark hours—\nbut they scarcely make up for the fact that Dickens died under\nsixty."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "89", "page_fin": "89", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Dead Peacocks, by Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Dead Peacocks, 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": 13, "page_imprimee": "89", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 2350, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2378, "texte": "Dead Peacocks, by Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "90", "page_fin": "91", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 15, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.16", "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": 14, "page_imprimee": "90", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 45, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2654, "texte": "Greenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"And so I decided to start a new life. Fate put me in a\nfeathered nest and put golden chains around my hands. I will\ndestroy to-night what my birth gave me and I, myself, will\ngive birth to my new life. And I want you to help me do it.\nWe were at a reception to-night. I bade father and mother\ngood-night. They thought I was going upstairs to retire. No-\nbody saw me slip out of the house. I didn't dare to go to my\nroom to change my clothes for fear of being detected. I\nhad packed my satchel in the afternoon and placed it securely\nunder the hall tree.\n\"Therefore, I want you to keep me safely in a place where\nI can hide for about eight days, during which time, I will\ntransform myself into a working girl that won't be any dif-\nferent from any other girl that earns her living. I will get\na position and I have also my definite plans about my future\nvocation. All I am concerned about at present is to avoid\nbeing detected and brought back to my home. You will under-\nstand easily why I don't want you to see my face or know\nmy name. My disappearance from my home will be noticed\nin the morning. At first they will try to locate me quietly.\nThey naturally will not succeed. So they will have to turn to\nthe police and it won't be long until the papers will be filled\nwith the mysterious disappearance of one of New York's\nheiresses. If you never saw my face and I didn't tell you my\nname, you can never be blamed and can even declare on oath\nthat you didn't know me, and never saw me. Now tell me\nagain that you will have the courage to help me. You don't\nwant me to mention money but I have all my jewelry with me\nwhich is at least twenty-five thousand dollars worth, and I\ntook it from home just for the one purpose, to give it to the\nman who is going to help me create my new life. Will you\nbe this man ?\"\nI reassured her and then I said, \"I will have a cup of coffee\nand then I am going to leave you. You'll have to make\nyourself comfortable as well as you can. Did you leave a mes-\nsage for your parents? They will be terribly frightened in the\nmorning when they discover your absence. Did you think of\nthat ?\"\nShe said she had left a note explaining what she had in-\ntended to do and I believe she was sincere in her regret to\ncause me all that trouble. But she seemed mightily relieved\nto know that I would leave her sole mistress of the apartment\nfor the remainder of the night. I drank a cup of coffee, showed\nlier to her bedroom, instructed her to let the water run for\nu while if she wanted a cold drink, and made myself ready to\nleave."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "91", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1146, "texte": "\"Now, if you'll give me twenty-five cents, I shall send you\nup some breakfast to-morrow morning. I wish I could extend\nreal hospitality to you but I told you, I haven't got a penny\nto my name, and so you'll have to pay your own board.\"\nWe shook hands, I left the apartment.\nI had lied when I said I would put up with a friend. I had\na lot of acquaintances but was not intimate enough with any-\nbody to bring him out of bed at two o'clock in the morning\nand ask for a night's lodging. And so I strolled down towards\nWashington Square, picked out a bench far away from the\nelectric light, in a dark corner, and settled myself comfort-\nably for the night.\nThe poor thing! I thought. How plucky she is. And how\ncrazy. And I always thought of her hands and I wondered\nif she was asleep or pondering over the future problems of\nher life. I believed she was asleep. She was conscious of\ndoing the right thing. She evidently was sure she had solved\nthe problem of her life, earning their own living! Just to\nthink if they could realize their dreams as quickly and happily\nas that little fool that was sleeping in my bed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "91", "page_fin": "91", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Cats' Eyelids", "titre_sommaire": "Cats' Eyelids", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "91", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 1148, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2799, "texte": "Cats' Eyelids\nBy D. Molby\nTHE most important feature of a cat's face for purposes of\nexpression is his eyes. The eyes themselves stay practi-\ncally the same all the time, so if he wants to make any change\nhe has to do it with the lids. By this simple means he can produce\nvarious shades of expression so that people can tell what his\nattitude is and what he thinks of the way they are treating him\nat the particular time. Ordinarily the cat, whether lying by\nthe fireside or basking on the door-step or just walking along,\nhas a dreamy expression in his eyes. He appears always to be\nthinking over some trouble and to want to be let alone. He\ndoesn't know whether he will be or not. When anybody comes\naround and he sees them looking at him, he keeps still and puts\non a look of meekness and deference to show that he wants to\nstay, but if necessary he will go away.\nThis look is made just with his eyelids. He raises them\na little, then lowers them slowly down almost as far as they will\ngo. He makes them tremble a few times there and then lets\nthem up to approximately their regular place. No matter if\nthere is something on his conscience, he looks one straight in\nthe face and squints both eyes the same amount so that he\ndoesn't arouse any suspicion.\nThe expression of meekness is the one he can give best, because\nhe uses it most. But when he wants to look fierce, like when\nhe is mad at another cat, he can. He stands up as tall as he\nis able and opens his eyes wide and his mouth, too.\nThere is no other way he could produce these diverse effects\nand if he didn't know how to do it with his eyelids he wouldn't\nbe able to produce them at all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "92", "page_fin": "92", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Tub, Soap and Girl, by Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Tub, Soap and Girl, 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": 16, "page_imprimee": "92", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 142, "fin_caractere_exclue": 175, "texte": "Tub, Soap and Girl, by Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-09-30-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "92", "page_fin": "92", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.2.19", "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": 16, "page_imprimee": "92", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 177, "fin_caractere_exclue": 743, "texte": "This Week's Performances and Concerts\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square. Distribution of Toys.\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 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=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 11\nSEPTEMBER 30th, MCMXV\nVol.l\nCopyright 1915 by Quido {Bruno\n\nMichael Monahan\nA little romance in your heart, a little invention in\nyour head, a little iron in your purpose—these things\nTvill keep a man in the world as long as it is decent for\nhim to stay.\n\nWinter's Awakening in the Village\nCLOWLY and with resignation king summer handed over the\nsceptre to mild autumn. Warm summer afternoons which\ntempt one to forget that the 15th of September passed long ago,\nand to wear once more the straw hat or the white linen suit, are\nfollowed by chilly evenings with overcoat and protecting shawl.\nThere is not a lovlier place in the city than Washington\nSquare during these late Indian Summer days. It carries the\ntouch of intimacy which makes dear the boudoir of our beloved\none. It has the dignity of a church and the friendliness of an\ninnkeeper who values us as gladly-sheltered guests. The grass\nis yellowish green scattered with red leaves. A merciful wind\nhas cut the last threads by which they had hung lifeless to\nthe branches. The mansions which have dozed all summer\nbehind drawn shades are awakening to new life. Their owners\nare returning and preparing for the winter's stay among us.\nThe signs telling us that there are apartments, rooms or studios\nfor rent are vanishing from the quaint-looking dwellings—once\nfamily houses and mansions and now the homes of just as\nmany as there can be rooms partitioned off for. Greenwich\nVillage is on the morn of its winter season.\nThere is no other community in New York where the popula-\ntion is so constantly floating and so quickly shifted as in\nGreenwich Village. You think you know the Square because\nyou lived there last year. And now, returning from your camp\nor from your summer residence or from the suburb where you\nspent the last months, you come to that house where you still\nkeep your studio or where you secured quarters for yourself\nand you see new faces. They perhaps moved in yesterday, and\nthey seem to belong to the place as though they had lived\nthere for years. They will be gone tomorrow and they won't\nleave a trace or a personal impression to tell the story of their\nsojourn.\nAnd then those men and women on the street in a garb which\narrests your eyes—it might be the flying necktie—of the woman,\nplease—men do not wear any more artists bows. They seem to"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nacquire with the long hair, the neatness also peculiar to the\nfemale sex—all healthy girls with red cheeks and eyes radiant\nwith expectancy and enthusiasm—and with bobbed hair. And\nsome of them really look like men in their felt hats and man-\nlike cut sack suits: you can see them flocking into Pepe's\nreal estate office. Pepe has a monopoly of the artists and literary\nmen dwelling in Greenwich Village. He knows every cubby-\nhole high up under the roof of a forgotten factory-building on\nthe outskirts of the Square, and he also knows how to transform\nthem into \"studios.\" And ah—what prices does he know to\ncharge! He sends the new arrivals from the country—artists\nand would-be-artists who have saved their pennies for a year\nin Greenwich Village on their tiresome road to find a \"home.\"\nHave you ever been there yourself? A list of addresses in\nyour hand, wandering from house-door to house-door, looking\nat studios or rooms or apartments? No more heart-sickening\nand disappointing task is in store for us than this disheartening\nsearch for living-quarters. If we like one place, we can't afford\nto rent it; we stumble against one that just suits us and suits\nour pocket-book, we congratulate ourself on our good luck and\nthen we learn that some other luckier being had not only rented\nit an hour ago, but also had left a deposit to substantiate the\ndeal. And with the first shadows of the dying day our spirits\nreach that point below zero where we don't care a rap and\nwe ring the bell of a house and tell ourself, \"If there are\nquarters that cost so much and so much, I'll take them.\"\nAnd so they settle and are happy and contented, and start out\nwith enthusiasm, and Greenwich Village once more fills its\nmission as it has done for the last one hundred years, since\nthat memorable day when Tom Paine hunted for lodging in the\ndreamy, sunny hamlet, nearly two miles away from the\nNew York of those days to live here the quiet life of a hermit\nin the company of Madame Bonville and her two sons.\n\nThursday, Friday, and Saturday in the\nLittle Thimble\nAS cosmopolitan as Greenwich Village itself—especially in\nthis year of war, when artists and writers of all countries\ndisturbed in their peace flock to America—is the music of\n\"Greenwich Village,\" the comedy in three acts, which will open\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre as a playhouse. They\nare memories and recollections of the folk-songs of northern\nand of southern Europe. And then there is \"Greenwich Vil-\nlage,\" the chorus which contains all that which made Viennese\nmusic the destroyer of worry and of trouble, and there are re-\ncollections of the sentimentality of the Pole, there is a bit of\nthe frivolity of the Frenchman but all woven through with that\nbinding and re-creating cement which is the American char-\nacteristic: energy, endurance, joy of life and strength and\nhealth rather than blase morbidness.\nThe play is a picture of that picturesque mosaic which\nmakes Greenwich Village. The music carries one idea—the love"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nof life, of real life with all its wonders and with all its beauty.\nSongs by American composers are one of the features of\nthe performance on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, sung by\nMiss Maclntyre. Miss Maclntyre's voice, which resembles a\nchoir-boys voice in its exquisite purity of tone, is a lyric soprano.\nThe young singer is not yet twenty and came recently to New\nYork to complete her vocal studies. Her aim is to become an\nopera singer. On Thursday she will appear for the first time\nbefore an audience.\nAmong the American composers who submitted their works\nrecently to Mr. Charles Edison is Richard E. Myers, of Chicago.\nTwo of his songs, \"Early in the Day,\" words by Rabindranath\nTagore, and\"The Sky is up Above the Roof,\" after Paul\nVerlaine, by Ernest Dowson, will be heard Thursday for the\nfirst time in the Thimble Theatre.\nOne of the features of the program for last week was the\nintroduction of American singers who have sung for the Dia-\nmond Disc. To know something about the life and the work\nof those Americans who make their way as grand opera singers\nin spite of their American birth—it is rather damaging for the\ncareer of a singer in America to acknowledge that he is American\nand that he never has taken advantage of the opportunities\nEurope offers for vocal education—should be essential for those\nwho take real interest in the development of American music.\nA selection from the repertoire of Miss Christine Miller\nanteceded by a biographical introduction and some interesting\nnotes on her life will complete the program.\n\nThe Freedom of Separation\nBy Rabindranath Tagore\nY°y. took me by the hand and drew me to your side,\nMade me sit on the high seat before all men,\nTill I became timid, unable to stir, and walk my own way,\nDoubting and debating at each step\nLest I should tread on the smallest thorn of your disfavor.\nI am freed at last!\nThe blow has come, the drum of insult sounded,\nMy seat laid low in the dust.\nThe road is open before me.\nThe call of the sky has reached my wings.\nI go to join the ranks of the shooting stars of midnight,\nTo plunge into the profound obscure.\nI am like the storm-driven cloud of summer\nThat cast off its_ crown of the sunset gold\nAnd hung the jewel of thunder on its lightning chain.\nIn desperate joy I rush on along the dusty path of the despised\nTowards the final honor of your acceptance.\nThe child finds its mother when it leaves her womb.\nWhen I am parted from you, thrown out of your environment;\nI am free to see your face.\nLondon Nation, via Reedy's Mirror, St. Louis."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nToy Shop and Children's Hour\nQUIETLY went off the Children's Hour on Washington Square\nlast Saturday afternoon. Hundreds of boys were danc-\ning and playing and merry, just like any other day whose after-\nnoon is set aside for the Children's entertainment by Charles\nEdison. Somehow, a few boys had learned of the gifts they\nwere to receive on this coming Wednesday from that \"Austrian\"\nwho sent his greetings to\"the Italian lads and lasses\" of Green-\nwich Village with a few boxes filled with toys.\nDear reader, if you have tots of your own you know what\nit means to have them ask—oh, so many unanswerable questions\nabout the gifts promised to them, and if not, think back to\nthose anxious moments you spent yourself in the first years\nof your life behind locked doors of the chamber where your\nbirthday gifts were being laid out for you.\nThe social workers had to reveal to them where the boxes\nwere being kept and then the music lost its lure and they\ngathered about their \"teachers,\" as they call them, and asked\nquestions. \"And how big are the boxes?\"—and \"Will everybody\nreceive a gift?\" and \"Are they real guns so we can shoot, and\nrifles so we can play soldier ?\" and hundreds of other questions.\nAir. Charles Edison felt pity for the desire of the little ones\nand he did not know what he was doing at the time he decided\nto distribute one of the boxes filled with the longed-for toys.\nWho says a volunteer army is not equivalent to trained profes-\nsional soldiers? You should have seen the boys line up and\ngather in close formation and attack that poor box and the\nstill poorer bearers who had such excellent plans how to pass\nout the toys and who had to do some rapid thinking and chang-\ning of plans in order to master the situation. The two good-\nnatured blue-coats kept the anxious boys and girls in respectful\ndistance until the box was opened and teddy-bears, soldiers,\nhelmets, guns, pistols, rifles, rubber balls, dolls and doll car-\nriages were laid out about the box on the sidewalk.\nWho said that women haven't got their rights and that it\nis up to our countemporaries to grant them? Surely the girls\ndown on Washington Square knew how to take care of them-\nselves to get what they wanted. There were not half enough\ntoys to give one to each child; not to interfere with the ar-\nrangements for Wednesday, the second big box was not brought\ninto action. To see the crestfallen faces of those who had not\nbeen lucky enough to get their share was too much for Mr.\nEdison. He sent to a near-by factory for huge boxes of candy\nof varied descriptions and soon the grief of many sad faces had\nvanished.\nWednesday afternoon at 3:30, after the program of Children's\nHour is concluded the rest of the gifts will be distributed among\nthose who had to go home empty-handed last Saturday.\nArrangements are being made with the Park Department to\ncontinue the Children's Hour in the winter months. It is just\nthen, when the weather conditions do not permit them to be\nout-of-doors playing on the cold ground in insufficient clothing,"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nthat the healthy exercises under the supervision of trained\nteachers wil prove not only an entertainment for the children\nbut also of value to keep them in good physical shape. Mr.\nEdison hopes to complete his arrangements in the near future\nand to co-operate with the various schools in Greenwich Vil-\nlage.\n\nDisc Concerts on the Square\nDisc Concerts on the Square have developed to be regular\npromenade concerts since the cold weather started.\nThe idea of a promenade concert—especially on a square as\nours—will be appreciated not only by the immediate beneficiaries,\nthe inhabitants of little Italy back of the Square, but also by all\nthose who have to leave their abode every evening in order to take\ntheir dinner in one of the near-by restaurants or hotels.\nThe program for this Friday comprises, outside of band music,\na selection from Wagner compositions. It is not unlikely that\nthe Park Department will sanction the continuation of the Disc\nConcerts as promenade concerts during the coming fall months.\nIn the meantime, the Tuesday and Friday evening concerts on the\nSquare will be continued.\n\nPassing Paris\n\nParis, September Ist, 1915\nTHIS last month the capitol has been full of men who have\nbeen allowed four days' leave fromr the front. The\nstations are packed with dense groups of them, really pathetic\nin their faded, dusty, tattered, once light-blue overcoats they call\ncapotes, leaning on heavy sticks, laden with clumsy haversacks,\nand truly like men who have been through a hard and long\ncampaign. By their side spotless Tommy looks like an amateur\ndressed rather for the stage than a flesh and blood fight.\nIn the streets you meet them with their wives leaning on their\narms, their children choking with questions, and generally\nseeming happy enough. But some of these sudden returns to\nthe domestic hearth are dramatic, and many an Enoch Arden—\nso it is said—has gone back to his trench by the next train.\nIt is, indeed, a question whether this measure was well-inspired,\nfor a snack of the home and relatives, of Paris and the normal\nlife, makes the return to service very much more difficult\nto bear than the prolonged and uninterrupted sojourn among the\n\"comrades\" in circumstances which all share and to which\ncustom has hardened them. Fortunately scenes of revelry and\ndrunkenness have been prevented by the wholesale prohibition\nof the sale of intoxicants to soldiers.\nAnother event has been the request of the State to the popu-\nlation to bring privately hoarded gold to the national bank.\nThe appeal has met with a response which is a new credit\nto the country's patriotism, considering the attachment of the"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nFrench to their concrete savings. Some peasants have certainly\nnot been able to induce themselves to part entirely with their\nstores, and I know an anecodote about an old lady whom her\nrelatives could not succeed in influencing to exchange her sus-\npected treasure, and who was therefore pleadingly addressed\nin this fashion: \"But, Grandmamma, you should give some\nof your gdld at least, for you must have quite twenty thousand\nfrancs of it hidden somewhere.\" \"Not twenty,\" answered she,\n\"twenty-nine thousand,\" complacently and determinedly folding\nher hands in her lap as much as to indicate that no persuasion\ncould unclasp them.\nAmong the poets, artists and literary men who put their\nservices to the disposal of France at the outbreak of the\nwar, is Louis Thomas who has just been promoted to the rank of\nlieutenant in the army and noted and rewarded for distinguished\nservice. His Les Flutes Vaines and Les Cris du Solitaire are\nwidely reviewed and read.\nA new edition of Charles Peguy's La Tapisserie de Sainte\nGenevieve et de Jeanne d' Arc and sonnets, has reached also\nanother edition after the death of the poet on the battlefield.\nAmong those who have died in the trenches during the last\nmonths are Jean Marc Bernard, poet and critic, and the painter,\nDaniel de Losques; severely wounded, in the field-hospital,\nis Boussaingault, the painter.\nExcerpt from a letter to the \"Egoist/' London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska\n\nSilhouettes, Romance and War\n\ngHADOW pictures are coming into vogue in Europe and\nespecially the artists in the trenches are favoring the oldest\nway of drawing as a welcome pastime. The silhouette, supposed\nto be the oldest and first attempt of man to draw a picture of\nman, played always an important part among the romantic fea-\ntures of war time. It was Dibutade, a Grecian maid, thousands\nof years before Christ, who drew the first silhouette of her lover,\nKleophantes. He had come to say good-bye. It was evening,\nand at the dawn of the next day he was to march with the\nother soldiers, who were going to fight on the boundaries of\ntheir country. Her father was a potter. A potter in those days\nwas an artist, and his pottery the expression of his art. The oil\ntorch was flickering away in its receptacle on the wall. The\ngirl, closely nestled to her lover in the last embrace of her fare-\nwell, saw the shadow of the outline of his features on the oppo-\nsite wall. \"Don't move,\" she said. Hurriedly she went for a\npiece of charcoal and traced his shadow with black lines. And\nwhile her sweetheart left her behind, following the call of his\ncountry, she retained his likeness on the wall. Pliny claims the\nfirst shadow picture was drawn by the Egyptian, Gyges, as a self-\nportrait in the reflection of his camp fire. But DibutadeI's story\nis more romantic, and therefore more appealing to us, and there-\nfore also more probable."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nCarlos Tips, the German artist, sent impressions from the\ntrenches and from his experiences as scout home to his friends,\nand in quick succession others took up the antiquated and gentle\nart of drawing silhouettes.\nI am reproducing two of his striking pictures which appeared\nrecently in Universum (Germany). The one is called \"The\nWatch,\" the other \"The Red of the Dawn.\"\n\nGuido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nIn Our Village\nJJRUNO' S GARRET will open its season on Saturday,\nthe 2nd of October, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It\nis one year since I came to Greenwich Village, on the date.\nAnd I will tell all those who are present interesting bits\nof my pilgrimage and my sojourn and the people who have\ncome and gone during this year. It will be the passing\nshow of one year in Greenwich Village.\nThere will be an exhibition of the curtains Clara Tice\ndesigned and painted for Charles Edison's Little Thimble\nTheatre and a show of her peacocks and butterflies which\nled to the final combination of the design.\nYou are invited to come. My space is very limited, there-\nfore, drop me a line if you think your time will* permit you\nto be present. The curtains and drawings of Clara Tice\nwill be on exhibition until the sth of October and will be\nfollowed by drawings and paintings by German and French\nartists in the trenches.\nThe poetry readings will be, as last year, every Saturday\nafternoon at 3 o'clock.\nAmong the new arrivals in the village and most likely creators\nof new social centres of the coming season are Miss Coons and\nMrs. Pendleton. Mrs. Pendleton, known for quite a while\nas a poetess, and her friend have opened on Eighth street, right\naround the corner from Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre,\na tea-room. They call it the \"Candle-stick Tea-room.\" In fact,\nit is a little doll-house in pale blue and orange, with a lot of\ndoilies and candle-sticks and many-colored candles on the tables.\nEverything is so dainty and delicate and clean and neat, I hardly\ndared to sit down and make use of those things which seemed\ntoo nice to be abused through real use.\nMrs. Heloise Haynes, last year's cherished neighbor of my\ngarret, will return from her summer home in Scituate, Mass.,\nto open somewhere in our midst a shop of some kind or another.\nHer plans are being kept secret. No matter what it is she is\nplanning, it surely will be picturesque.\nTalking about picturesqueness—Mrs. Francis Thompson moved\ninto one of the small houses next to my garret, on Thompson\nstreet, formerly Amity street. She will operate here an ex-\nchange for works of art, products of the Village.\nRobert McQuinn left the Square after his permanent resi-\ndence in Mrs. Case's (the famous Mrs. Case, directrix of the\nonly parrot hospital in the United States), and took a larger\nstudio on West Ninth street, near Fifth avenue. Mr. McQuinn,\nwho designed last year the scenery to \"Watch Your Step\" and"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nA Famous Corner in Greenwich Village\n\nhelped Mr. Dillingham to a complete Broadway success, had no\nvacation at all, doing exclusively work on the new Dillingham\nproductions.\nMr. Anton Hellmann believes that the smallest room can be\nmade just as attractive as a whole mansion and he is establishing\na unique practice as an interior decorator. He transforms\nmansards and alcove rooms, as well as entire buildings or\nstables or garrets into ideal workshops for all those who call\nhim into consultation after they have rented their new quarters.\nHe is also again conducting his small classes in interior\ndecoration in his studio at the Benedick, 80 Washington\nSquare."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "86", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nReveries\nFrom the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by Guido Brum\nBird and Man\nA LITTLE robin took quarters in a hedge on the outskirts of\nthe park, right next to the sidewalk.\nThat's what I call confidence.\nThe bush is open on all sides and is half naked yet,—only\nthe skeleton of the green parasol to be.\nFrom far away his nest can be distinctly seen; the hemi-\nsphere of straw, pressed into the fork branches, shines in the\nsun and tells how new it is.\nPasserby, I look at it:\nYes, the bird is in there. He puts his head under his wing\nand makes himself as small as he can—he is afraid. ....\n\"No, he passed by! He surely did not see me!\"\nWhat a heart-refreshing confidence! . . . confidence in\nthe thorns of the bush that shelters him. ... in Mother\nNature, who, in not less than a week, will have ready for him\nthe green hiding place.\nIn humanity ?\nNever!\nSic Transit Gloria Mundi\nNOT much was left of the old oak.\nEverything: the branches of its crown and twigs—even the\nbark—was gone, and left was only the trunk with its stumps of\nbranches, naked and uncanny, staring high up into the air,—a\ntestimony to the heavens that the young forest had stolen the\nlife of the oak.\nBut once, a long time ago. . . .\nYes, long ago the oak was reaching after passing clouds.\nRavens built their nests in its broad crown and thousands of\nplants and smaller vegetation grew out from between its roots.\nGeneration after generation played at the feet of the oak, cut\nhearts and initials in its hardened bark and met under its shelter-\ning green roof to declare love and exchange sweet secrets.\n. . . And, today, not even a sparrow would take a short rest\non the dried, dead trunk.\nThat's what they call in the forest: forgotten.\n\nBooks of the Week\nThe Passport\n\"A Challenge to the Edisons,\" calls Mitchell Kennerley Emile\nVoute's The Passport, his latest publication, in an advertisement\ncirculated among book-buyers.\n\"The greatest fame and fortune of the world awaits the in-\nventor who can end war. But until The Passport appeared\nno one seems to have pointed out that war can only be ended\nby discovering some agent that will overcome force without\nkilling. Such a discovery has here been worked out in fiction—\nwhich means that it may actually be discovered any day.\""}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "87", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nRecord No. 33\nThe introduction of the phonograph into modern fiction is\na feature of the plot of Ida Clyde Clarke's \"Record No. 33,\"\npublished last week by D. Appleton & Co., in New York. If\nthe author had been satisfied to write a short story, she would\nhave saved herself a lot of time and paper and the reader the\nnecessity of wading through a lot of incidents which are not\nvery clear and logical and which have nothing whatever to do\nwith the story itself. The rather lengthy account of the arrival\nof the mail order catalog in Merryville, and the discussions, war\ncouncils, and the endless chain of changes of mind are so\nvivid and humorous that we cannot but feel reconciled to the\nmany thumbed pages.\nIt is the story of a lonely girl and the part a phonograph\nrecord plays in her life. Born in Louisiana, Amelie Trent is\nobliged to make her home in the little Kentucky town of\nMerryville. Never once in all her life has she been able to do\nas she herself wished, and even the French, of which she has\nbeen so fond and proud, is slipping away from her. So she\nsends to New York for a lktle machine whose records give a\ncourse of French lessons, and is delighted with the melodious\nvoice of the French professor whose words are reproduced.\nPresently she places \"Record No. 33\" on the machine—and\nhears something very unlike the formal phrases she expected.\nAgain and again she listens to sentences which express her own\nfeelings, and at last decides to go to New York in search of\nthe professor who made the record. No sooner has she arrived\nthere than she finds herself mixed up in a mysterious case of\ntheft; then she discovers not only her French professor, but\nthe other portion of an old romance, half of which she knew.\nHersey's Poems\nHarold Hersey published another little volume of his poetry\nin an edition of 200 copies. He calls the selection simply\n\"Poems.\" He creates his own world and his opinion is his\nworld. _ He is a happy dreamer and dreams right among us, in\nour midst, in the hustle-bustle of the busy life of the city in\nwhich he lives. How do you like this one, the last of the\nvolume ?\nMy Love's life\nBeats in the void\nWith featherless wing;\nDead heart, dead strife ....\n'Tis utter devoid\nOf voice to sing."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "88", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nSleep\nBy Michael Monahan\n\"JJLESSED be the man that invented sleep,\" says the wise\nSancho. All great brain-workers have been good sleepers\nand long sleepers, nothing serving like sleep to restore the\ndelicate tissues of the brain, worn thin by mental effort. There\nhave been exceptions, but they were not long livers.\nMr. Edison, though as great a man as need be cited, holds\na contrary view; four hours, he thinks, being enough for sleep.\nThe authorities are against Mr. Edison, as regards the really\nfirst-class thinkers of the world. That the great inventor is\nhimself an exception goes merely to prove the rule.\nThe list of good sleepers among literary men is fortifying.\n\"Health is the first Muse,\" says Emerson; and sound sleep is the\nfirst mark of the healthy man. One cannot but figure Rabelais\nas a great lusty sleeper like his own Gargantua. A giant\nrequires a giant's sleep and one must have slept well to have\nearned the privilege of keeping the world awake during several\ncenturies. Insomnia was unheard of in the immortal Abbey of\nThelema.\nMontaigne was a luxurious sleeper, and spent more hours in\nhis bed than in his famous tower. His essays have lasted the\nbetter for it. Herein his great time-fellow, Shakespeare, agreed\nwith him—who has written so beautifully of nature's chief boon\ntoman?\nSleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.\nIs not this the very finest thing that ever was said on the\nsubject?—a favorite subject, too, with the great bard. Taine\nsays somewhere that Shakespeare's mighty genius was con-\nditioned by a full health unknown in our later day, that has\nsometimes regarded genius as a symptom of disease. We can be\nsure, at least, that the brain that created \"Hamlet\" and \"Lear\"\nwas wont to sleep sound and well, else it had failed under its"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "89", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(To be continued)\n\ntremendous labor long before fifty.\nThe extremely long life and the astonishing literary pro-\nductiveness of Voltaire were looked upon by many pious people\nof the Eighteenth Century as a special manifestation of the\npower of the Devil. This notion is not yet wholly abandoned.\nMorley thinks that had Voltaire died at fifty, he would have\nleft no enduring name, his best work having been done after\nthat age. We see now that it was sleep and moderation in\nall things which preserved Voltaire—not the Devil. He would\nremain in bed for weeks at a time—not ill, but resting and\nrecuperating. Mark Twain has taken a hint from the great\nFrenchman, and shown us how\n\"To husband out life's taper at the close,\nAnd keep the name from wasting by repose.\"\nGoethe, who ranks as the greatest creative mind since\nShakespeare, and who to short-lived men seemed to rival the\ngods in his age and beauty and power—owed much to sleep*\nFourteen hours was his regular tale, and it so preserved the\nvigor of his mind that a full half-century divided the first\nfrom the second \"Faust.\" In his old age, as Heine tells us,\nhe looked like Jupiter, and surely his unusual span of life—\npeaceful, creative, beneficient—had much that was divine about\nit. In his passions, too, he greatly resembled the old pagan\ngods—but I must not stray from my theme.\nBalzac slept badly, and giant as he was, to this fact must\nbe attributed his premature break-down. He had a theory\nthat the creative faculties deteriorate under much sleep, and\nso he worked at night, stimulating himself with the strongest\ncoffee, and ordinarily slept but a few hours in the day-time.\nGautier tells us how his stentorious breathing sounded through\nthe house like that of some wounded animal. Had Balzac\nmore wisely regulated his sleep and taken the rest his enormous\nlabors needed, he would perhaps have lived to finish his \"Human\nComedy.\"\nTo some extent, Dickens had the same unfortunate habit of\nburning the candle at both ends. Though he commonly did his\nstint in the cheerful day, his brain became abnormally active\nunder the spur of creative effort and often drove him forth to\nprowl about London the long night through. On this account, we\nhave some wonderful sketches of London in the dark hours—\nbut they scarcely make up for the fact that Dickens died under\nsixty.\n\nDead Peacocks, by Clara Tice"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "90", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nGreenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"And so I decided to start a new life. Fate put me in a\nfeathered nest and put golden chains around my hands. I will\ndestroy to-night what my birth gave me and I, myself, will\ngive birth to my new life. And I want you to help me do it.\nWe were at a reception to-night. I bade father and mother\ngood-night. They thought I was going upstairs to retire. No-\nbody saw me slip out of the house. I didn't dare to go to my\nroom to change my clothes for fear of being detected. I\nhad packed my satchel in the afternoon and placed it securely\nunder the hall tree.\n\"Therefore, I want you to keep me safely in a place where\nI can hide for about eight days, during which time, I will\ntransform myself into a working girl that won't be any dif-\nferent from any other girl that earns her living. I will get\na position and I have also my definite plans about my future\nvocation. All I am concerned about at present is to avoid\nbeing detected and brought back to my home. You will under-\nstand easily why I don't want you to see my face or know\nmy name. My disappearance from my home will be noticed\nin the morning. At first they will try to locate me quietly.\nThey naturally will not succeed. So they will have to turn to\nthe police and it won't be long until the papers will be filled\nwith the mysterious disappearance of one of New York's\nheiresses. If you never saw my face and I didn't tell you my\nname, you can never be blamed and can even declare on oath\nthat you didn't know me, and never saw me. Now tell me\nagain that you will have the courage to help me. You don't\nwant me to mention money but I have all my jewelry with me\nwhich is at least twenty-five thousand dollars worth, and I\ntook it from home just for the one purpose, to give it to the\nman who is going to help me create my new life. Will you\nbe this man ?\"\nI reassured her and then I said, \"I will have a cup of coffee\nand then I am going to leave you. You'll have to make\nyourself comfortable as well as you can. Did you leave a mes-\nsage for your parents? They will be terribly frightened in the\nmorning when they discover your absence. Did you think of\nthat ?\"\nShe said she had left a note explaining what she had in-\ntended to do and I believe she was sincere in her regret to\ncause me all that trouble. But she seemed mightily relieved\nto know that I would leave her sole mistress of the apartment\nfor the remainder of the night. I drank a cup of coffee, showed\nlier to her bedroom, instructed her to let the water run for\nu while if she wanted a cold drink, and made myself ready to\nleave."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "91", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.15", "texte": "BUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(to be continued)\n\n\"Now, if you'll give me twenty-five cents, I shall send you\nup some breakfast to-morrow morning. I wish I could extend\nreal hospitality to you but I told you, I haven't got a penny\nto my name, and so you'll have to pay your own board.\"\nWe shook hands, I left the apartment.\nI had lied when I said I would put up with a friend. I had\na lot of acquaintances but was not intimate enough with any-\nbody to bring him out of bed at two o'clock in the morning\nand ask for a night's lodging. And so I strolled down towards\nWashington Square, picked out a bench far away from the\nelectric light, in a dark corner, and settled myself comfort-\nably for the night.\nThe poor thing! I thought. How plucky she is. And how\ncrazy. And I always thought of her hands and I wondered\nif she was asleep or pondering over the future problems of\nher life. I believed she was asleep. She was conscious of\ndoing the right thing. She evidently was sure she had solved\nthe problem of her life, earning their own living! Just to\nthink if they could realize their dreams as quickly and happily\nas that little fool that was sleeping in my bed.\n\nCats' Eyelids\nBy D. Molby\nTHE most important feature of a cat's face for purposes of\nexpression is his eyes. The eyes themselves stay practi-\ncally the same all the time, so if he wants to make any change\nhe has to do it with the lids. By this simple means he can produce\nvarious shades of expression so that people can tell what his\nattitude is and what he thinks of the way they are treating him\nat the particular time. Ordinarily the cat, whether lying by\nthe fireside or basking on the door-step or just walking along,\nhas a dreamy expression in his eyes. He appears always to be\nthinking over some trouble and to want to be let alone. He\ndoesn't know whether he will be or not. When anybody comes\naround and he sees them looking at him, he keeps still and puts\non a look of meekness and deference to show that he wants to\nstay, but if necessary he will go away.\nThis look is made just with his eyelids. He raises them\na little, then lowers them slowly down almost as far as they will\ngo. He makes them tremble a few times there and then lets\nthem up to approximately their regular place. No matter if\nthere is something on his conscience, he looks one straight in\nthe face and squints both eyes the same amount so that he\ndoesn't arouse any suspicion.\nThe expression of meekness is the one he can give best, because\nhe uses it most. But when he wants to look fierce, like when\nhe is mad at another cat, he can. He stands up as tall as he\nis able and opens his eyes wide and his mouth, too.\nThere is no other way he could produce these diverse effects\nand if he didn't know how to do it with his eyelids he wouldn't\nbe able to produce them at all."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "92", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19150930-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\nBruno's Weekly, published by Charles Edison, edited and written\nby Guido Bruno, 58 Washington Square, New York C. $1 a year.\n\nTub, Soap and Girl, 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.\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nDisc Concert on the Square.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert on\nthe Square. Distribution of Toys.\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 of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}