{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_sha256": "aa23d35eb918258c35067d4fbcb84700a638d7388cb5efe7e6cadf89a82c7a85", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/10/14_01/bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/10/14_01/bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[115]", "page_fin": "[115]", "image_debut": 2, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "THE STRANGER", "titre_sommaire": "THE STRANGER", "signature_source": "Charles Baudelaire", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[115]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 729, "texte": "THE STRANGER\nCharles Baudelaire\n\"Whom lovest thou the best, enigmatical man, say, thy father,\nthy mother, thy sister or thy brothert\"\n\"I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.\"\n\"Thy friends?\"\n\"You use there a word whose sense has to this day remained\nunknown to me.\"\n\"Thy fatherland?\"\n\"I know not in what latitude it is situated\"\n\"Beauty?\"\n\"I would fain love it, godlike and immortal.\"\n\"Gold?\"\n\"I hate it as you hate God.\"\n\"Eh? What lovest thou, then, extraordinary stranger?\"\n\"I love the clouds . . . the clouds that pass . . . over there . . .\n. . .the marvelous clouds!\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[115]", "page_fin": "117", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village Days of Poe", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village Days of Poe", "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": "[115]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 731, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1783, "texte": "Greenwich Village Days of Poe\n\nNew York was a much younger city than it is, when\nit was well within bounds oil the lower part of the island\nof Manhattan, long before there was a thought that it would\noverspread the island, jump over a stream and go wandering up\nthe mainland, overleap a river and go spreading over another\nisland to the sea,—long before the time when these things came\nto be, there lay scattered in several directions on the island of\nManhattan and dotting the rolling country land beyond, several\ntiny villages. These were Harlem, and Yorkville, and Odellville,\nand Bloomingdale, and Chelsea, and Greenwich. The last was\nthe hamlet closest to the city. Quaint and curious, it spread its\nscattered way along the Hudson River where houses had been\nset up according to the needs and vagaries of men on roads\nnatural and unplanned. When the city grew larger and finally\nswept around Greenwich Village, the roads becoming city streets,\nthe village continued a labyrinthian way, where strangers wan-\ndered and were lost before they knew it."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "116", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 37, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1732, "texte": "In the very core of this old-time Greenwich section and at\nthe very place where the streets are so tangled, so irregular,\nso crooked, so often no thoroughfare, so winding that they\nseem to be seeking out the old farm-houses which they led to\nin early days, there is a pretty little playground for children.\nThis Hudson Park is an open spot with green lawns and marble\nwalks and a tall iron fence surrounding it; quite a model park\nwith everything about fresh, and new, and modern. It is so\nvery new and so very neat and so very clean that one would\nnot look there for old-time flavor. But curiously enough one\nthing about it seems out of tone. On the green lawn is a\nmonument old and faded which, in an effort to match it with\nits natty surroundings, has been set upon a base of glistening\nwhite marble. The monument is a sort of key for the anti-\nquarian, for without it this playground in its spick-and-span new-\nness might not be readily identified as the old St. John's Bury-\ning-Ground, where once stood the accumulated tombstones of\nmore than fourscore years, until they were swept away and\nburied as deep as those whose memories they marked. A new\ngeneration tramples in and romps over the new park, with no\nknowledge or thought of what is below the surface.\nThe graveyard of St. John's was a quiet, restful place in a\nquiet, restful locality in the year 1837, when Edgar Allan Poe\nhad a habit of wandering through it. In that year Poe lived\nwithin a few steps of the burial-ground in a modest wooden house\nthat was numbered 113 Carmine Street. He was then in his\ntwenty-eighth year, had published three volumes of poems, and\nhad written some short stories and criticisms. He had but just"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "117", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1524, "texte": "given up the editorship of the Southern Literary Messenger at\nRichmond, a position he had secured through the friendship of\nJohn P. Kennedy, who had been his friend in his early struggles\nin Baltimore and who was to continue a friend to him through\nall his life. In 1832 Poe had first met him, when Kennedy was\nwriting Swallow Barn. Afterwards Kennedy wrote Horseshoe\nRobinson and other books before abandoning literature for poli-\ntics and, in time, becoming Secretary of the Navy.\nSo Poe came to New York, and with him Virginia, his child\nwife, who was already marked a victim of consumption, and\nthere in the Carmine Street house they lived. Sometimes she\nwalked with her sombre-faced husband through the near-by\nburying-ground, but more often she sat at an upper window\nfrom which she could watch him on his ramble. In the same\nhouse lived William Gowans the bookseller of Nassau Street;\nand there Poe did work for the New York Quarterly Review;\nthere also he finished The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.\nIn another house, some little distance away but in a direct\ncourse up Carmine Street, in Sixth Avenue close by Waverly\nPlace, Poe lived for a short time, but long enough to write The\nFall of the House of Usher and some magazine work, when\nhe went to Philadelphia to The Gentleman's Magazine, edited\nby William E. Burton, the famous comedian. Oddly enough,\nwhen Burton died years afterwards, he found a resting place\nin the obscure St. John's Burying-Ground.\nCharles Hemstreet in \"Literary New York\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "116", "page_fin": "116", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.3.1", "titre_corps": "113 Carmine Street", "titre_sommaire": "113 Carmine Street", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "116", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 35, "texte": "113 Carmine Street"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "117", "page_fin": "117", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.3.2", "titre_corps": "130 Greenwich Street, (1844)", "titre_sommaire": "130 Greenwich Street, (1844)", "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": "117", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1526, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1554, "texte": "130 Greenwich Street, (1844)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "118", "page_fin": "118", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Thursday, Friday and Saturday in Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Thursday, Friday and Saturday in Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2253, "texte": "Thursday, Friday and Saturday in Char-\nles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nTwo\nplaylets, miniature scenes, as musical and lyric as the\nrustling of the leaves of the old oak tree at some romantic\ninn, heard by us as we look up to the moon on a dark blue\nsky before we close the shutters of our bed-chamber, will be\nheard on the last three nights of this week in Charles Edison's\nLittle Thimble Theatre. They are by Austin Dobson, contained\nin that rarest of his books, printed in New York in 1878, and\nout of print for years: \"Proverbs in Porcelain.\"\n\"Secrets of the Heart\" is as delicate as Meissen porcelain\nAn evening in a convent garden. Two pupils of the convent\nschool under the old whispering trees in the moonlit, evening.\nFairy tales seem to float through the atmosphere. The stars\nglitter a longing, a curious sentimentality, and the two girls\nin their modest cloister habit exchange confidence. sweet\nconfidences of innocence. And the lights in the dormitories are\nextinguished gradually . . . they have to hurry to their bed-\nrooms . . . hush . . hush ... all is over.\nMarjorie Tucker and Wreith Maclntyre will play the parts\nin this playlet as well as in \"Good-Night, Babette.\"\nSongs by Belle Menard, the promising composer who recently\ncame from Boston to make her home in New York, will be\nsung by Miss Mary Breedon, Miss Menard will be at the piano.\nAmong the other numbers which complete the program _is\nselection No. 3of American Singers on the Diamond Disc. Miss\nMarie Kaiser, the American church and concert soprano will\nbe heard. The selection includes \"Italian Street Songs\" by\nHerbert, Carroll-Robyn's \"My Dream of Dreams,\" and \"Poor\nWandering One,\" from Gilbert Sullivan's \"Pirates of Penzance.\"\nThe performance of last week gave the audience a chance to\nhear two of the most promising composers and virtuosos at\npresent in New York. Mr. Gabriele del Orbe's \"Faust Fantasie'\non his wonderful violin was a tune painting of perfect beauty.\nHe seems to vitalize his violin. His instrument has a voice\nwhich speaks to us freed of mechanical bonds.\nXavier Dimarias de Mendizabal played his own compositions\non the*piano. His \"Habarera\" is a revelation of Cuban life, and\nhis \"Fantasia\" sparkling with the love of life."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "118", "page_fin": "119", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Children's Hour on the Square", "titre_sommaire": "Children's Hour on the Square", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 2255, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2653, "texte": "Children's Hour on the Square\nand crisp is it now and only few are the children playing\non the Square. Their mothers or governesses find it too\ncold to sit on the benches and watch them play. And just at this\ntime of the year they should be kept as much as possible in the\nopen air. The furnaces are being started in the apartment and\nfiat houses and the stoves being put into service again after a"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1597, "texte": "rest of six months. Not always do they work smoothly from\nthe start. And especially the children of the tenement houses\nfind it sticky and stuffy at home when the heating apparatuses\nare starting to try to do their best.\nCharles Edison's Children's Hour on Washington Square had\na larger attendance during the last weeks than ever before.\nThe number of social workers who are in charge of the exer-\ncises will be increased in order to enable the formation of more\ngroups and of more individual attention to each child. Much\nmerriment was caused last Saturday by a little French poodle,\nwhose mistress is a very dignified lady, a daily visitor and well-\nknown figure to the Square. While she was taking her prom-\nenade on the main walk, her poodle otherwise well-bred was\nobsessed by curiosity and hurried, using an unobserved moment,\nto the ring of spectators which usually encircles the children\nduring the Children's Hour. Dragging the leash behind, he\nwound his way through the thicket of feet to the Diamond\nDisc and all inducements of his mistress to regain his possession\nseemed in vain. He wasn't barking either. He just was sitting\nattentively to the music watching the quickly-moving dancing\nchildren and evidently enjoying the music. It was a happy\noccasion to tell a story, to tell of Orpheus, who charmed with\nhis play even animals and trees. The dignified lady decided to\nmake allowance for the musical inclination of her pet and even\nset aside sufficient of her dignity to fondle a little tot who\nhadn't found a partner and was looking disappointedly at the\ndancers."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "119", "page_fin": "120", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Illinois Singer of the Civil War in the Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Illinois Singer of the Civil War in the Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1599, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2717, "texte": "Illinois Singer of the Civil War in the\nThimble Theatre\n\nAMONG those composers who have taken advantage of\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre is Mrs. Elieabeth\nPayton, a very old lady, who has written poetry and songs\nsince her early childhood. Her son called at the theatre to sub-\nmit the songs of his mother. He has seen three score years\npass, and the fourth, upon which he has just entered, found\nhim as rugged and healthy as could be.\nMrs. Payton, who lost her husband in the Civil War, was a\nwell-known figure among the Illinios Regiments of Volunteers\nduring the War of Secession.\nBut here is the story her son told:\nThose were the stirring times—the Civil War.\nOnly the veterans in age can recall vividly the tense feeling,\nthe pangs, the sad good-byes, the heartaches and tears, the hopes\nand fears, that pulled at the heart-strings of dear old mothers us\nhusbands and sons marched off to the call for 600,000 more.\nDays of anxious waiting for news, nights of prayer, earing\nfor the babe at her breast and the little tots about her knee,\ncrooning a lullaby when her heart was full to overflowing, steal-"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 40, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1564, "texte": "ing a kiss as eyelids close, and then pouring out her soul to\nGod for strength—this was the price many patriotic\npaid for the preservation of the Union who are now \"unwept,\nunhonored, and unsung.\"\n\"Mrs. Elizabeth Payton of Illinois was one of these. Born\nin Kentucky, Oct. 18, 1833, she loved the Stars and Stripes.\nAflame with the Union sentiments she wrote patriotic songs for\nhusband and brothers at the front. Many were written at the\nrequest of captains in the army and read to the Union soldiers\nin the field. Among these were: the Copperheads, The Lincoln\nProclamation, Going to Richmond, Marching Along, Giant\nOur Union Hero, etc.\nSome were written at the request of neighbors for home\nsongs\"—others in honor of home-coming soldiers, while some of\nher most touching songs were dedicated to a sorrowing wife\nor mother who had lost a husband or son on the battle-field.\nThough but a little tot of four years, well do I remember\nhow the tears streamed from dear mother's eyes when I told\nher to \"call papa and then he will come home.\" # #\nShe hushed her emotion in the sound of the spinning wheel\nand far into the night went the clink, clink of her knitting\nWhen all was still came her inspiration, and her sweetest\nmelodies blended with the night winds that rocked her puny\nmansion. . _\nMrs. Elizabeth Payton is still living and her volume of War\nSongs in her own hand writing has never been published.\nOnly one, The Lincoln Proclamation, has appeared in print and\neven this one has never yet been sung to an audience."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "120", "page_fin": "120", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.6.1", "titre_corps": "Mrs. Elizabeth Payton", "titre_sommaire": "Mrs. Elizabeth Payton", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 38, "texte": "Mrs. Elizabeth Payton"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "121", "page_fin": "122", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines 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": 8, "page_imprimee": "121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2581, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nDame Rogue\nPleasant and amusing is Allen Norton's \"Rogue.\" Dame\nRogue's talks on \"Philosophical Fashions\" are really good, so\ngood that one wonders that they are written by a contemporary.\nDame Rogue includes in her philosophical fashions bath-tubs\nand breakfast chocolate. Here is the salver with a little appe-\ntizer. _\n\"The question of bathroom decoration is beginning to look\nserious. The idea is even growing popular, and in spite of our\nmodern \"good taste\" isn't there just a chance that bathrooms\nmay come to have an inherited look at the legitimate offspring\nof the upholstered bathrooms of old New York: the brocade\nwalls decorated with Japanese fans and the floors carpeted with\nrose patterned carpets and the fixtures made to look as little\nlike what they were intended for as possible?\"\nBruno's Garret Publications\nThe current issue of \"Greenwich Village\" contains two poems\nby Aubrey Beardsley and many of his drawings. They are re-\nprints, but from scarce editions, not easily accessible and prohibi-\ntively expensive.\nThe October issue of Bruno Chap Books is Sadakichi Hart-\nmann's \"Permanent Peace: Is it a Dream?\" The November\nissue contains a sketch of the life of John Addington Symonds\nby his life-long friend, Charles Kains-Jackson.\nAnother Bruno's Garret publication is Charles Edison's poem,\n\"The Mexican Border.\" It is a strong picture of a mountaineer\nof the West, of a man whose dictionary does not contain the\nword \"self-sacrifice.\" It is grotesque and carries a message that\neverybody feels. The wordless suffering of the wife and mother\nand her strength and her love are so different from that of\nher husband.\nMr. Fowler's Miscellany (Kansas City)\nAn interesting feature in the October number is an account\nof the Count Fortsas Library hoax perpetrated in Belgium a\nfew decades ago. There was supposed to be an old Count living\nin his chateau near the town of Binche, who had devoted his\nwhole life to the collection of absolutely unique books. He\nfound a catalogue of them, in all 222 items, but by the time of\nhis death the process of eliminating every book from his library\nthat he found anyone else possessing a copy or knowledge of,\nleft only the fourth part of his library, which part was cata-\nlogued and advertised to be sold at auction. As may well be\nimagined, consternation reigned supreme among the bibliophiles\nof London and Paris. Catalogues were sent to all of them\nseparately and everyone awaited the date of the sale with breath-\nless anticipation. Many of the book collectors would not"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 980, "texte": "entrust their commissions to booksellers and so prepared for the\njourney to the little town on the appointed day. They took\nvarious roundabout ways out of Paris and London but all met\nin the little coach in which they had to travel the last part of\ntheir journey. Upon arriving at Binche imagine their chagrin\nupon hearing the announcement that there would be no sale for\nthe reason that the public library of the little town had con-\nsidered it advisable to purchase the library en bloc as a memor-\nial to the late Count.\nThe account of the hoax together with a list and description\nof the books in the auction catalogue and translations of the\nold bibliomaniac's remarks upon the various items is a supple-\nment to the article in\"The Miscellany.\" The story will be of\ngreat interest, no small part of which centers in the list of\nbooks, as we are informed that but two copies of the original\ncatalogue are owned in America and some of the books are\nrather racy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "122", "page_fin": "124", "image_debut": 9, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.8", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 982, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2892, "texte": "In Our Village\nThe little colony of architects who make their home on Wash-\nington Square, the capital of our Village, was enlarged recently\nby Mr. Butterfield, who moved down to old-famous 43 to those\nmemorable quarters where Rev. Bouck White established his\nChurch of the Revolution, and where John Reed used to live\nbefore he had achieved his present glory. And talking about\narchitects on the Square, the most curious collection, of books\nis owned by one of them, by Mr. Rayne Adams. How divergent\nthe interests of men can be is often very puzzling. Mr. Adams,\nan old book-worm, lover of rare bindings and connoisseur of\nout-of-the-way things, is especially interested in two kinds of\nliterature which have about as much in common as night and\nday. One of his hobbies is forestry in America, and he collects\neverything on this subject from an annual report of the Agri-\ncultural Department to the privately printed book on some scarce\nspecies of tree which are for some reason or another on the\ndying-out list. His other hobby is books on all subjects but\nwritten by authors who are slightly demented. A ramble among\nthese books divulges the most curious-looking shapes, pages\nwhich are printed upside down and others in diagonal form,\nbindings which seem impossible, not to speak about the con-\ntents themselves. Mr. Adams lives in the Benedick, on the east\nside of the Square, in the very first building Stanford White\ndesigned at the start of his career.\nSome years ago the patricians of MacDougal Alley wanted to\nchange its name. They thought MacDougal and the Alley\nplebian, so they proposed to call it Boticelli Lane. There was a\nmurmur of protest voiced by the members of the colony of\nartists who made their homes there, and the proposition to call\nthe alley Boticelli Lane was vetoed, and since then just plain\nMacDougal has proved good enough for the name of the main\nstreet in Greenwich Village."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "123", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 409, "texte": "Among the first colonists to pitch their camp in the Alley\nwere Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Willard Deming, who are perhaps\nbest known for their knowledge of the American Indian.\nThey arrived in the Alley about ten years ago, and are known\nto their friends as the \"Eight Bears.\" Their studio has been\nnamed the \"Lodge of the Eight Bears,\" and incidentally the\nlatch of the Lodge is always hanging out."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1569, "texte": "On Saturday night, artists, writers, poets and explorers as-\nsemble at the hospitable \"Lodge of Eight Bears\" to exchange\nideas and relate stories of adventure. It is a gathering-place for\npeople who do things, and you are welcome there, more than\nwelcome, particularly if you are among those that live and know\nwhat they live for.\nFor some years Mr. Deming has been negotiating with the\nAmerican Museum of Natural History, with a view to painting\na series of panels depicting the Indian life of the West, and\nrecently arrangements have been consummated whereby the artist\nis enabled to proceed with his work, which eventually will be\nplaced in the Indian Hall of the Museum.\nTwo of these preliminary sketches are already completed, and\nwill form part of the series of eight panels.\nThe first panels are pictures of the Blackfeet and Grovente\nIndian.\nMr. Anton Hellmann decided to give in addition to his regular\ncourse in interior decorating a series of lectures in the evening.\nThis is the first time that a theoretical and practical course in\ninterior decorating has been accessible for those who are oc-\ncupied during day hours.\nBruno's Garret\nNine portraits of contemporaries by Oskar Kokoschka and\neleven illustrations to scenes of his dramas are on exhibition\nin Bruno's Garret. Wood-cuts by Jacoba van Heemskerck are\nalso tacked to the walls.\nOn Saturday afternoon at three o'clock will be a poetry read-\nin and everybody is a welcome visitor.\nEvery Monday evening at 8 o'clock, an informal gathering\nof all kinds of specimens of the genus homo."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "124", "page_fin": "124", "image_debut": 11, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Lamp Is Out", "titre_sommaire": "The Lamp Is Out", "signature_source": "Edward Storer", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1571, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1990, "texte": "The Lamp Is Out\nEdward Storer.\nThe lamp is out, the house is still,\nThe men have gone away;\nUnshepherded upon the hills\nThe sheep take their own way.\nThe corn is stirring in the earth,\nAnd spring will soon be here,\nBut those who sowed may never reap\nThe wheat they set last year.\nThe old giandmother sits alone\nIn the dark house and prays,\nAnd silently the long nights pass\nAnd evenly the days.\nWinchester, spring 1915."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "125", "page_fin": "126", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Sermon on the Mountain", "titre_sommaire": "Sermon on the Mountain", "signature_source": "After the Dutch of Multatuli, by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "125", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2340, "texte": "Sermon on the Mountain\n\nJ-JIGH, high up in the air floated a butterfly. He was enjoying\nhis beauty and his liberty, and above all things, he indulged\nhappily in viewing all that was lying beneath him.\n\"Come on high up here .... come up to the heights!\" he\nseemed to call down to his brothers flying from flower to flower\nfar beneath him.\n\"Oh, no, we are drinking honey and we are going to stay\nright down here!\"\n\"O, if you only knew how wonderful it is to overlook every-\nthing, O come, try to come!\"\n\"Are there flowers up there too that we can drink honey from,\nwhich we must have in order to live?\"\n\"From here you can see all the flowers, and just think the\npleasure. ...\"\n\"Do you have honey up there?\"\nNo, it is true, honey was not up there. The poor butterfly\nwho disdained to live far below grew tired. . . .\nBut he tried to remain in the heights. He found that it was\nso beautiful to be able to perceive everything, to take it in at\none glance.\nBut honey . . . honey? . . . No, honey was not up there.\nAnd he grew weak, the poor butterfly. The flapping of his\nwings grew languid. And he went downwards and overlooked\ngradually less and less. Nevertheless he did his best.\nNo, it didn't go! He sank. .. .\n\"Well, well, here you are!\" exclaimed the brothers. \"What\ndid we tell you? So finally you do come to suck honey from\nthe flowers, just as we do. We knew it well!\"\nSo exclaimed the brothers and were glad because they had\nbeen right . . . even only because they never felt the longing\nfor the beautiful up in the heights.\n\"Now come quickly and suck honey with us!\"\nAnd the butterfly sank deeper and deeper . . . and still he\nwanted to . . . there were blooming bushes ... if he could yet\nreach them? . . . He no longer sank . . he fell! He fell right\nnext to the bushes, in the roadway . . .\nAnd here a jack-ass trampled on him.\nII\nJJIGH, high up in the air floated a butterfly. He was enjoying\nhis beauty and his liberty, and above all things, he indulged\nhappily in viewing all that was beneath him.\nHe called to his brothers that they too should come up, but\nthey refused to do so, because they didn't want to leave the\nhoney which they had in plenty below.\nBut he didn't wish to stay below, because he was afraid of\nbeing trampled upon by coarse hoofs.\nIn the meantime, as he had the same requirements for honey"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 755, "texte": "as all other butterflies, he flew to a mountain where beautiful\nflowers grew, and which was too steep for the jack-ass.\nJoyfully he fluttered around, refreshed himself with honey and\nwas thankful that he didn't need to fly below. And if he saw\nthat one of his brothers below came all too near to the roadway\nwhere so many fallen butterflies are tramped upon, he tried to\nwarn them as well as he could through movements of his wings.\nBut nobody paid any attention to him. His brothers below\ndid not see the butterfly upon the mountain at all, because they\nwere occupied exclusively with collecting honey in the valley and\nbecause they did not know that flowers grew, too, high on the\nmountain.\n\nAfter the Dutch of Multatuli, by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "126", "page_fin": "126", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "The Window", "titre_sommaire": "The Window", "signature_source": "Charles Baudelaire", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 757, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1839, "texte": "The Window\nBy Charles Baudelaire\nHE who looks from the outside into an open window never\nsees as many things as he who looks at a closed window.\nThere is no object more deep, more mysterious, more dreamful,\nmore tenebrous, more dazzling, than a window lighted by a\ncandle. What one can see in full sunlight is always less interest-\ning than what passes behind a pane. In that black and luminous\nhole life lives, life dreams, life suffers.\nBeyond the billowy roofs I see a woman of middle age,\nalready wrinkled, poor, always leaning over something, and\nnever going out. From her features, from her dress, from her\ngestures, from a mere nothing, I have imagined the story of\nthat woman, or rather her legend, and sometimes I recite it to\nmyself and weep.\nIf it had been a poor old man, I would have imagined hit\nlegend quite as easily.\nAnd I retire, proud of having lived and suffered in others\nthan myself.\nPerhaps you will tell me: \"Art thou sure that thy legend is\nthe true one?\" What matters the reality outside of me, if it\nhas helped me to live, to feel that I am and what I am!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "126", "page_fin": "127", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Alligators' Grins", "titre_sommaire": "Alligators' Grins", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1841, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2445, "texte": "Alligators' Grins\nBy D. Molby\nfHE alligator makes it a habit after he has had enough to\neat to go up on the bank and watch what is go»ng on. He\nfaces the water and with one eye to the left and the other to\nthe right takes in the whole situation, and if another alligator\ncomes up he will know it.\nHe is perfectly content to lie in one place for hours. He\njust lies there and thinks and grins. He feels that he is suffi-\ncient unto himself and disdains the whole creation. None of\nthe other creatures interest him unless it is one that he can\ncatch and eat. He isn't afraid of anything because there isn't"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 29, "fin_caractere_exclue": 735, "texte": "anything that can penetrate him except lightning, and he doesn't\nknow that it can, so he isn't afraid of it. But he wants to be\nlet alone and has found out that by grinning and keeping his\neyes open wide he can keep everything scared away except\nanother alligator that is bigger than he is.\nAnd when he wants to look kind and gentle all he has to do\nis squint his eyes. This completely changes the appearance of\nthe grin and makes a benign face that nobody will mistrust.\nThus he manages to attain his purpose in the world and get\nabout everything he wants. But it is a kind of grim satisfaction.\nIf he only knew, he could change his attitude and would be\nable to see things in an entirely different light."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "127", "page_fin": "128", "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.13", "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": "127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 737, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2840, "texte": "Greenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\nWe talked nearly three hours. Of course she had taken\noff her veil and she was the most beautiful thing I ever had\nlaid my eyes upon. We decided to get married immediately\nafter I had gotten some clothes for her. I didn't intend to\nbuy all the things on her list. She could do that herself later\non. We had just decided that the minister of the Twelfth\nStreet Church should be called upon to perform the marriage\nceremony, as the door-bell rang. I wondered who it could be.\nShe went hastily into the other room and I opened.\nIt was only the letter carrier. A lot of bills. I just looked\nover the bunch. \"Ha—what was that? the familiar hand-\nwriting of an art dealer. I opened the envelope. It contained\na check, eighty dollars payable to me. It wasn't much to start\nhousekeeping on but the situation was cleared. \"Here, Nora,\nonly the mail carrier,\" I called. Yes, she had told me her name,\nand her father's, a very well-sounding name, a name that spelt\nmoney in seven figures. \"There are a few formalities I wish\nyou to do before we start our travel through life,\" I said,\n\"first of all, put all the money and all the jewelry you have\nwith you in this big envelope. I'll send it back to your father.\nI got a check here which will be enough for a starter. It won't\nbe a wonderful dress I am going to bring you, but just a plain\nblack dress your aunt's maid might have worn,\" and I laughed.\nI wasn't afraid she would change her mind and even if she\nwanted to, she couldn't have left the apartment in a decollete\nevening gown at eleven o'clock in the morning.\nFirst of all I went to the minister and asked him to come\nto my apartment at twelve-thirty. Then I got, at the City Hall,\na marriage license. Then I went to a department store, bought\na suit for twenty-eight dollars and fifty cents, a nightgown,\nand some toilet articles thought of immediate necessity. I had\nthe things wrapped up and took them with me. I went to\nTiffany's and bought the -plainest and yellowest wedding ring\nthey have. lam a master at matching colors and surely enough,"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "128", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2915, "texte": "the ring matched her hair. There was not time to have it en-\ngraved, it could be done later. On my way home, I stopped\nat a delicatessen store and ordered a lot of things sent to my\napartment. The suit fitted like made to order. There was just\none thing that I had overlooked. I called ap the florist and\nhad him send up the biggest bunch of violets in his store.\nNora was carried away by the spirit of her undertaking.\nShe had done her best to transform the picturesque room into\nan orderly-looking library, or at least, it looked like one after\nit was strongly suggested to me. She had even put some new\ncoal in the grate and everything was ready for the minister.\nShe seemed so happy, and she called me Jim, and it seemed as if\nwe had known each other for years. The minister arrived at\ntwelve-thirty sharp. I went into the next apartment and got\na couple of witnesses. We were married inside of the next\nfive minutes. I gave the minister ten dollars and asked him if\nhe wouldn't perform the office of an angel of peace and delivery.\nI told him about the jewelry and the several hundred dollars\nin the big envelope and asked him to deliver it to my father-\nin-law, together with our sincerest regards and the invitation to\ntake tea in our apartment at five o'clock. He agreed to help\nus to get rid of the valuables and we were left alone.\nWe set the table, took the delicatessen store delicacies out\nof their wrappers and ate our first meal. We made a lot of\nplans for our future life and we were as happy as a couple of\nchildren that play husband and wife. She liked my coffee\nbetter, she said, than any coffee she had ever drunk before in her\nlife. Father and mother-in-law arrived at five o'clock sharp.\nThe dear old people didn't know how to act in Nora's new\nresidence. But he was the real father of his daughter. He\nwas \"game.\" She, of course, was a little harder to manage,\nbut we hoped the best as we dismissed them about seven o'clock.\nBut both agreed that I did know how to make coffee splendidly.\nWe went out for a walk. Up Fifth Avenue, around Union\nSquare with its wretched figures on the benches. On Madison\nSquare we sent a long bed line of homeless men to a lodging\nhouse. We looked at the window displays of the shops on\nFifth Avenue and turned in on Thirty-fourth Street, passing\nthe corner where we had \"met\" yesterday. We stood still for\na while and viewed the hustling crowds.\n\"What a drama!\" I said to her. \"Just look at all these men\nand all these women. They all have a goal. They all want\nto reach a destination. And while they are on their way, they\nact for us, the bystanders, a real play.\" Exactly like yesterday\ndid she thrust her arm in mine and guided me through the\ncrowd towards the quieter Sixth Avenue.\n\"Don't we have our goal, too, and our destinations?\" she\nasked. \"Didn't we start rather well our performance?\"\nShe pressed my arm and we walked briskly home."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "129", "page_fin": "130", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Richard Wagner — Egoist", "titre_sommaire": "Richard Wagner — Egoist", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "129", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2467, "texte": "Richard Wagner — Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nTHE world does not accept readily and with open arms\nprophets of a new creed and apostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their death.\nWe like to write books about them, about their struggles,\nabout their plans, their hunger and their disappointments.\nThe story of their crucification is the \"Open Seasame\" to\nthe publisher's sanctum, to the theatrical manager's locked\ndoors and the heart of the masses.\nRichard Wagner was his own discovery.\nHe knew as an infant that he would \"amount to something.\"\nAs a boy he made up his mind to write the national German\nDrama; and it came like a revelation to the mature man:\nGermany needs national music and a national opera\nand I am going to compose it.\"\nWagner knew his value. He was not willing to wait until\nrecognition came to him. He did not want to work and toil for\nthe German nation and leave her his heir.\nHis music needed him as interpreter.\nHe took the scores of his work, repulsed by critics and the\npeople at large, in one hand; he took the pen—his powerful\npen which had earned his living—in the other and went out\ninto the world to fight his battle.\nHe won.\nIn years of hunger and despair he had written his dramas\nand operas. He devoted years in introducing them to the\nworld.\nHe forced them on the public at a time they refused to\nrecognize their value.\nAnd he finally sold his own products and not for a trifle.\nHe wanted wealth, comfort, luxury. He got them. When\npeople pay dearly for something, they appreciate it and laud\nit.\nHe won recognition; he was a friend of kings and princes.\nAll the extravagant luxury he had longed for all his life was\nhis.\nA temple was built for him in Bayreuth, the national sanctum\nof the German people, where his German national dramas were\nproduced exclusively. Pilgrims from every part of the world\ncame yearly to worship at the shrine of the master.\nAnd then he died.\nTHE\nWagners belonged to the middle classes. During\nthree generations they had not been satisfied with their\nhumble position in life. Glitter of uniforms,shining parquetted\nfloors of reception halls and blinking insignia bestowed upon\nhonored subjects of the kingdom fascinated Richard Wagner's\npaternal ancestors. His grandfather, the \"Thorschreiber,\" (an\nofficial who levied upon all supplies which entered the town)\nis described in an old chronicle of the city of Leipzig as a man\n\"with attainments in advance of his station.\""}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "130", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 270, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2628, "texte": "Frederick his father, studied French, and satisfied his hope-\nless longings for a position in life on the stage. He was a.\nclever amateur performer and impersonated with preference\npersonages garbed in costly costumes. He offered his services\nto Napoleon's general after the French troops took possession\nof the city of Leipzig and carried on the conversation between\nGerman and French officers. He was authorized to reorganize\nthe city police and he was putin command of the new force.\nThe dream of his life had come true. He wore a brilliant uni-\nform, he participated in official receptions. A premature death\nthen finished his career.\nGrandmother and Mother Wagner were real German house-\nwives. The husband was the lord and master. They looked\nafter the housework, did their best with the little income they\nreceived, listened patiently to dreams they knew never would\ncome true and reared children.\nRichard was the youngest of nine. He was conceived and\nborn at the time when every woman and every man in Germany\nfelt the yoke of the Napoleonic regime, at the time men left\nfamilies for the battlefield and women gave up their jewelry\nas contributions to war funds. He was six months old when\nhis father died. His mother's second husband, Ludwig Geyer,\nan actor and portrait painter, took great pains to discover in\nhis step-son some artistic talent. He took the little lad into\nhis dressing-room in the Royal Theatre, a member of which he\nwas, transformed his studio into a play-room and he gave him\nthe first lessons in reading, writing and added to these draw-\ning.\nWagner was not a \"wonder child.\"\nHe did not astonish his family with early, brilliant perform-\nances. He loved to read and to think and to ask many questions.\nHe would not be satisfied with an off-hand answer. He went\nto the bottom of things and did not rest until he thoroughly\nunderstood them. And he loved to tell stories—to relate to his\nboy acquaintances and even to grown up visitors at his home\neveryday observations with a little moral attached to them.\nHe was passionate and strong-headed. His violent temper\nand obstinate determination were not thwarted in anything he\nhad set his mind to. He was positive in everything he said, and\nwould never consent that he was mistaken.\nFashions are for those who are afraid to standi alone, con-\nventions for those who don't know how."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-10-14-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-10-14_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "132", "page_fin": "132", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.2.15", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "132", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1171, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nTHURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY\nEIGHT-FIFTEEN P. M.\nOVERTURE\nRaymond\nThomas\nCOMPOSITIONS BY CHARLOTTE JAMES\nSeasong\nImprovisations\nPrelude and Fuge in D Minor\nSONGS BY AMERICAN COMPOSERS\nA Spirit Flower\nThe Summer Wind\nCharlotte James at the Piano\nThe Bird and the Light\nThe Bugle Call\nMay time\nBelle Menard at the Piano\nCharlotte James\nBach\nMary Breedon\nCampbell Tipton\nVictor Harris\nBelle Menard\nBelle Menard\nBelle Menard\nAMERICAN SINGERS ON THE DIAMOND DISC\nSELECTION IV.—MISS MARIE KAISER\nItalian Street Songs\nMy Dream of Dreams\nOne Wonderful Night\nPoor Wandering One\nHerbert\nCarroll Robyn\nJones\nFrom \"Pirates of Penzance\"\nGilbert Sullivan\nFrom \"PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN\"\nSECRETS OF THE HEART\nNinette\nNinon\nGOOD-NIGHT BABETTE\nMonsieur Vieuxbois\nBabette\nEXIT MARCH\nChildren's Hour on the Square Wednesday\nand Saturday at 2:30 P. M,\nAustin Dobson\nMarjorie Tucker\nWreith Maclntyre\nMarjorie Tucker\nWreith Maclntyre\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=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\n-4* i\nFive Cents October 14th, 1915"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[115]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in his Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 13\nOCTOBER 14th, MCMXV\nVol.l\nCopyright 1915 by Guido {Bruno\n\nTHE STRANGER\nCharles Baudelaire\n\"Whom lovest thou the best, enigmatical man, say, thy father,\nthy mother, thy sister or thy brothert\"\n\"I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.\"\n\"Thy friends?\"\n\"You use there a word whose sense has to this day remained\nunknown to me.\"\n\"Thy fatherland?\"\n\"I know not in what latitude it is situated\"\n\"Beauty?\"\n\"I would fain love it, godlike and immortal.\"\n\"Gold?\"\n\"I hate it as you hate God.\"\n\"Eh? What lovest thou, then, extraordinary stranger?\"\n\"I love the clouds . . . the clouds that pass . . . over there . . .\n. . .the marvelous clouds!\"\n\nGreenwich Village Days of Poe\n\nNew York was a much younger city than it is, when\nit was well within bounds oil the lower part of the island\nof Manhattan, long before there was a thought that it would\noverspread the island, jump over a stream and go wandering up\nthe mainland, overleap a river and go spreading over another\nisland to the sea,—long before the time when these things came\nto be, there lay scattered in several directions on the island of\nManhattan and dotting the rolling country land beyond, several\ntiny villages. These were Harlem, and Yorkville, and Odellville,\nand Bloomingdale, and Chelsea, and Greenwich. The last was\nthe hamlet closest to the city. Quaint and curious, it spread its\nscattered way along the Hudson River where houses had been\nset up according to the needs and vagaries of men on roads\nnatural and unplanned. When the city grew larger and finally\nswept around Greenwich Village, the roads becoming city streets,\nthe village continued a labyrinthian way, where strangers wan-\ndered and were lost before they knew it."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "116", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\n113 Carmine Street\n\nIn the very core of this old-time Greenwich section and at\nthe very place where the streets are so tangled, so irregular,\nso crooked, so often no thoroughfare, so winding that they\nseem to be seeking out the old farm-houses which they led to\nin early days, there is a pretty little playground for children.\nThis Hudson Park is an open spot with green lawns and marble\nwalks and a tall iron fence surrounding it; quite a model park\nwith everything about fresh, and new, and modern. It is so\nvery new and so very neat and so very clean that one would\nnot look there for old-time flavor. But curiously enough one\nthing about it seems out of tone. On the green lawn is a\nmonument old and faded which, in an effort to match it with\nits natty surroundings, has been set upon a base of glistening\nwhite marble. The monument is a sort of key for the anti-\nquarian, for without it this playground in its spick-and-span new-\nness might not be readily identified as the old St. John's Bury-\ning-Ground, where once stood the accumulated tombstones of\nmore than fourscore years, until they were swept away and\nburied as deep as those whose memories they marked. A new\ngeneration tramples in and romps over the new park, with no\nknowledge or thought of what is below the surface.\nThe graveyard of St. John's was a quiet, restful place in a\nquiet, restful locality in the year 1837, when Edgar Allan Poe\nhad a habit of wandering through it. In that year Poe lived\nwithin a few steps of the burial-ground in a modest wooden house\nthat was numbered 113 Carmine Street. He was then in his\ntwenty-eighth year, had published three volumes of poems, and\nhad written some short stories and criticisms. He had but just"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "117", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\ngiven up the editorship of the Southern Literary Messenger at\nRichmond, a position he had secured through the friendship of\nJohn P. Kennedy, who had been his friend in his early struggles\nin Baltimore and who was to continue a friend to him through\nall his life. In 1832 Poe had first met him, when Kennedy was\nwriting Swallow Barn. Afterwards Kennedy wrote Horseshoe\nRobinson and other books before abandoning literature for poli-\ntics and, in time, becoming Secretary of the Navy.\nSo Poe came to New York, and with him Virginia, his child\nwife, who was already marked a victim of consumption, and\nthere in the Carmine Street house they lived. Sometimes she\nwalked with her sombre-faced husband through the near-by\nburying-ground, but more often she sat at an upper window\nfrom which she could watch him on his ramble. In the same\nhouse lived William Gowans the bookseller of Nassau Street;\nand there Poe did work for the New York Quarterly Review;\nthere also he finished The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.\nIn another house, some little distance away but in a direct\ncourse up Carmine Street, in Sixth Avenue close by Waverly\nPlace, Poe lived for a short time, but long enough to write The\nFall of the House of Usher and some magazine work, when\nhe went to Philadelphia to The Gentleman's Magazine, edited\nby William E. Burton, the famous comedian. Oddly enough,\nwhen Burton died years afterwards, he found a resting place\nin the obscure St. John's Burying-Ground.\nCharles Hemstreet in \"Literary New York\"\n\n130 Greenwich Street, (1844)"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nThursday, Friday and Saturday in Char-\nles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nTwo\nplaylets, miniature scenes, as musical and lyric as the\nrustling of the leaves of the old oak tree at some romantic\ninn, heard by us as we look up to the moon on a dark blue\nsky before we close the shutters of our bed-chamber, will be\nheard on the last three nights of this week in Charles Edison's\nLittle Thimble Theatre. They are by Austin Dobson, contained\nin that rarest of his books, printed in New York in 1878, and\nout of print for years: \"Proverbs in Porcelain.\"\n\"Secrets of the Heart\" is as delicate as Meissen porcelain\nAn evening in a convent garden. Two pupils of the convent\nschool under the old whispering trees in the moonlit, evening.\nFairy tales seem to float through the atmosphere. The stars\nglitter a longing, a curious sentimentality, and the two girls\nin their modest cloister habit exchange confidence. sweet\nconfidences of innocence. And the lights in the dormitories are\nextinguished gradually . . . they have to hurry to their bed-\nrooms . . . hush . . hush ... all is over.\nMarjorie Tucker and Wreith Maclntyre will play the parts\nin this playlet as well as in \"Good-Night, Babette.\"\nSongs by Belle Menard, the promising composer who recently\ncame from Boston to make her home in New York, will be\nsung by Miss Mary Breedon, Miss Menard will be at the piano.\nAmong the other numbers which complete the program _is\nselection No. 3of American Singers on the Diamond Disc. Miss\nMarie Kaiser, the American church and concert soprano will\nbe heard. The selection includes \"Italian Street Songs\" by\nHerbert, Carroll-Robyn's \"My Dream of Dreams,\" and \"Poor\nWandering One,\" from Gilbert Sullivan's \"Pirates of Penzance.\"\nThe performance of last week gave the audience a chance to\nhear two of the most promising composers and virtuosos at\npresent in New York. Mr. Gabriele del Orbe's \"Faust Fantasie'\non his wonderful violin was a tune painting of perfect beauty.\nHe seems to vitalize his violin. His instrument has a voice\nwhich speaks to us freed of mechanical bonds.\nXavier Dimarias de Mendizabal played his own compositions\non the*piano. His \"Habarera\" is a revelation of Cuban life, and\nhis \"Fantasia\" sparkling with the love of life.\n\nChildren's Hour on the Square\nand crisp is it now and only few are the children playing\non the Square. Their mothers or governesses find it too\ncold to sit on the benches and watch them play. And just at this\ntime of the year they should be kept as much as possible in the\nopen air. The furnaces are being started in the apartment and\nfiat houses and the stoves being put into service again after a"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nrest of six months. Not always do they work smoothly from\nthe start. And especially the children of the tenement houses\nfind it sticky and stuffy at home when the heating apparatuses\nare starting to try to do their best.\nCharles Edison's Children's Hour on Washington Square had\na larger attendance during the last weeks than ever before.\nThe number of social workers who are in charge of the exer-\ncises will be increased in order to enable the formation of more\ngroups and of more individual attention to each child. Much\nmerriment was caused last Saturday by a little French poodle,\nwhose mistress is a very dignified lady, a daily visitor and well-\nknown figure to the Square. While she was taking her prom-\nenade on the main walk, her poodle otherwise well-bred was\nobsessed by curiosity and hurried, using an unobserved moment,\nto the ring of spectators which usually encircles the children\nduring the Children's Hour. Dragging the leash behind, he\nwound his way through the thicket of feet to the Diamond\nDisc and all inducements of his mistress to regain his possession\nseemed in vain. He wasn't barking either. He just was sitting\nattentively to the music watching the quickly-moving dancing\nchildren and evidently enjoying the music. It was a happy\noccasion to tell a story, to tell of Orpheus, who charmed with\nhis play even animals and trees. The dignified lady decided to\nmake allowance for the musical inclination of her pet and even\nset aside sufficient of her dignity to fondle a little tot who\nhadn't found a partner and was looking disappointedly at the\ndancers.\n\nIllinois Singer of the Civil War in the\nThimble Theatre\n\nAMONG those composers who have taken advantage of\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre is Mrs. Elieabeth\nPayton, a very old lady, who has written poetry and songs\nsince her early childhood. Her son called at the theatre to sub-\nmit the songs of his mother. He has seen three score years\npass, and the fourth, upon which he has just entered, found\nhim as rugged and healthy as could be.\nMrs. Payton, who lost her husband in the Civil War, was a\nwell-known figure among the Illinios Regiments of Volunteers\nduring the War of Secession.\nBut here is the story her son told:\nThose were the stirring times—the Civil War.\nOnly the veterans in age can recall vividly the tense feeling,\nthe pangs, the sad good-byes, the heartaches and tears, the hopes\nand fears, that pulled at the heart-strings of dear old mothers us\nhusbands and sons marched off to the call for 600,000 more.\nDays of anxious waiting for news, nights of prayer, earing\nfor the babe at her breast and the little tots about her knee,\ncrooning a lullaby when her heart was full to overflowing, steal-"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nMrs. Elizabeth Payton\n\ning a kiss as eyelids close, and then pouring out her soul to\nGod for strength—this was the price many patriotic\npaid for the preservation of the Union who are now \"unwept,\nunhonored, and unsung.\"\n\"Mrs. Elizabeth Payton of Illinois was one of these. Born\nin Kentucky, Oct. 18, 1833, she loved the Stars and Stripes.\nAflame with the Union sentiments she wrote patriotic songs for\nhusband and brothers at the front. Many were written at the\nrequest of captains in the army and read to the Union soldiers\nin the field. Among these were: the Copperheads, The Lincoln\nProclamation, Going to Richmond, Marching Along, Giant\nOur Union Hero, etc.\nSome were written at the request of neighbors for home\nsongs\"—others in honor of home-coming soldiers, while some of\nher most touching songs were dedicated to a sorrowing wife\nor mother who had lost a husband or son on the battle-field.\nThough but a little tot of four years, well do I remember\nhow the tears streamed from dear mother's eyes when I told\nher to \"call papa and then he will come home.\" # #\nShe hushed her emotion in the sound of the spinning wheel\nand far into the night went the clink, clink of her knitting\nWhen all was still came her inspiration, and her sweetest\nmelodies blended with the night winds that rocked her puny\nmansion. . _\nMrs. Elizabeth Payton is still living and her volume of War\nSongs in her own hand writing has never been published.\nOnly one, The Lincoln Proclamation, has appeared in print and\neven this one has never yet been sung to an audience."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nDame Rogue\nPleasant and amusing is Allen Norton's \"Rogue.\" Dame\nRogue's talks on \"Philosophical Fashions\" are really good, so\ngood that one wonders that they are written by a contemporary.\nDame Rogue includes in her philosophical fashions bath-tubs\nand breakfast chocolate. Here is the salver with a little appe-\ntizer. _\n\"The question of bathroom decoration is beginning to look\nserious. The idea is even growing popular, and in spite of our\nmodern \"good taste\" isn't there just a chance that bathrooms\nmay come to have an inherited look at the legitimate offspring\nof the upholstered bathrooms of old New York: the brocade\nwalls decorated with Japanese fans and the floors carpeted with\nrose patterned carpets and the fixtures made to look as little\nlike what they were intended for as possible?\"\nBruno's Garret Publications\nThe current issue of \"Greenwich Village\" contains two poems\nby Aubrey Beardsley and many of his drawings. They are re-\nprints, but from scarce editions, not easily accessible and prohibi-\ntively expensive.\nThe October issue of Bruno Chap Books is Sadakichi Hart-\nmann's \"Permanent Peace: Is it a Dream?\" The November\nissue contains a sketch of the life of John Addington Symonds\nby his life-long friend, Charles Kains-Jackson.\nAnother Bruno's Garret publication is Charles Edison's poem,\n\"The Mexican Border.\" It is a strong picture of a mountaineer\nof the West, of a man whose dictionary does not contain the\nword \"self-sacrifice.\" It is grotesque and carries a message that\neverybody feels. The wordless suffering of the wife and mother\nand her strength and her love are so different from that of\nher husband.\nMr. Fowler's Miscellany (Kansas City)\nAn interesting feature in the October number is an account\nof the Count Fortsas Library hoax perpetrated in Belgium a\nfew decades ago. There was supposed to be an old Count living\nin his chateau near the town of Binche, who had devoted his\nwhole life to the collection of absolutely unique books. He\nfound a catalogue of them, in all 222 items, but by the time of\nhis death the process of eliminating every book from his library\nthat he found anyone else possessing a copy or knowledge of,\nleft only the fourth part of his library, which part was cata-\nlogued and advertised to be sold at auction. As may well be\nimagined, consternation reigned supreme among the bibliophiles\nof London and Paris. Catalogues were sent to all of them\nseparately and everyone awaited the date of the sale with breath-\nless anticipation. Many of the book collectors would not"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nentrust their commissions to booksellers and so prepared for the\njourney to the little town on the appointed day. They took\nvarious roundabout ways out of Paris and London but all met\nin the little coach in which they had to travel the last part of\ntheir journey. Upon arriving at Binche imagine their chagrin\nupon hearing the announcement that there would be no sale for\nthe reason that the public library of the little town had con-\nsidered it advisable to purchase the library en bloc as a memor-\nial to the late Count.\nThe account of the hoax together with a list and description\nof the books in the auction catalogue and translations of the\nold bibliomaniac's remarks upon the various items is a supple-\nment to the article in\"The Miscellany.\" The story will be of\ngreat interest, no small part of which centers in the list of\nbooks, as we are informed that but two copies of the original\ncatalogue are owned in America and some of the books are\nrather racy.\n\nIn Our Village\nThe little colony of architects who make their home on Wash-\nington Square, the capital of our Village, was enlarged recently\nby Mr. Butterfield, who moved down to old-famous 43 to those\nmemorable quarters where Rev. Bouck White established his\nChurch of the Revolution, and where John Reed used to live\nbefore he had achieved his present glory. And talking about\narchitects on the Square, the most curious collection, of books\nis owned by one of them, by Mr. Rayne Adams. How divergent\nthe interests of men can be is often very puzzling. Mr. Adams,\nan old book-worm, lover of rare bindings and connoisseur of\nout-of-the-way things, is especially interested in two kinds of\nliterature which have about as much in common as night and\nday. One of his hobbies is forestry in America, and he collects\neverything on this subject from an annual report of the Agri-\ncultural Department to the privately printed book on some scarce\nspecies of tree which are for some reason or another on the\ndying-out list. His other hobby is books on all subjects but\nwritten by authors who are slightly demented. A ramble among\nthese books divulges the most curious-looking shapes, pages\nwhich are printed upside down and others in diagonal form,\nbindings which seem impossible, not to speak about the con-\ntents themselves. Mr. Adams lives in the Benedick, on the east\nside of the Square, in the very first building Stanford White\ndesigned at the start of his career.\nSome years ago the patricians of MacDougal Alley wanted to\nchange its name. They thought MacDougal and the Alley\nplebian, so they proposed to call it Boticelli Lane. There was a\nmurmur of protest voiced by the members of the colony of\nartists who made their homes there, and the proposition to call\nthe alley Boticelli Lane was vetoed, and since then just plain\nMacDougal has proved good enough for the name of the main\nstreet in Greenwich Village."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "123", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nAmong the first colonists to pitch their camp in the Alley\nwere Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Willard Deming, who are perhaps\nbest known for their knowledge of the American Indian.\nThey arrived in the Alley about ten years ago, and are known\nto their friends as the \"Eight Bears.\" Their studio has been\nnamed the \"Lodge of the Eight Bears,\" and incidentally the\nlatch of the Lodge is always hanging out."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nOn Saturday night, artists, writers, poets and explorers as-\nsemble at the hospitable \"Lodge of Eight Bears\" to exchange\nideas and relate stories of adventure. It is a gathering-place for\npeople who do things, and you are welcome there, more than\nwelcome, particularly if you are among those that live and know\nwhat they live for.\nFor some years Mr. Deming has been negotiating with the\nAmerican Museum of Natural History, with a view to painting\na series of panels depicting the Indian life of the West, and\nrecently arrangements have been consummated whereby the artist\nis enabled to proceed with his work, which eventually will be\nplaced in the Indian Hall of the Museum.\nTwo of these preliminary sketches are already completed, and\nwill form part of the series of eight panels.\nThe first panels are pictures of the Blackfeet and Grovente\nIndian.\nMr. Anton Hellmann decided to give in addition to his regular\ncourse in interior decorating a series of lectures in the evening.\nThis is the first time that a theoretical and practical course in\ninterior decorating has been accessible for those who are oc-\ncupied during day hours.\nBruno's Garret\nNine portraits of contemporaries by Oskar Kokoschka and\neleven illustrations to scenes of his dramas are on exhibition\nin Bruno's Garret. Wood-cuts by Jacoba van Heemskerck are\nalso tacked to the walls.\nOn Saturday afternoon at three o'clock will be a poetry read-\nin and everybody is a welcome visitor.\nEvery Monday evening at 8 o'clock, an informal gathering\nof all kinds of specimens of the genus homo.\n\nThe Lamp Is Out\nEdward Storer.\nThe lamp is out, the house is still,\nThe men have gone away;\nUnshepherded upon the hills\nThe sheep take their own way.\nThe corn is stirring in the earth,\nAnd spring will soon be here,\nBut those who sowed may never reap\nThe wheat they set last year.\nThe old giandmother sits alone\nIn the dark house and prays,\nAnd silently the long nights pass\nAnd evenly the days.\nWinchester, spring 1915."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "125", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nSermon on the Mountain\n\nJ-JIGH, high up in the air floated a butterfly. He was enjoying\nhis beauty and his liberty, and above all things, he indulged\nhappily in viewing all that was lying beneath him.\n\"Come on high up here .... come up to the heights!\" he\nseemed to call down to his brothers flying from flower to flower\nfar beneath him.\n\"Oh, no, we are drinking honey and we are going to stay\nright down here!\"\n\"O, if you only knew how wonderful it is to overlook every-\nthing, O come, try to come!\"\n\"Are there flowers up there too that we can drink honey from,\nwhich we must have in order to live?\"\n\"From here you can see all the flowers, and just think the\npleasure. ...\"\n\"Do you have honey up there?\"\nNo, it is true, honey was not up there. The poor butterfly\nwho disdained to live far below grew tired. . . .\nBut he tried to remain in the heights. He found that it was\nso beautiful to be able to perceive everything, to take it in at\none glance.\nBut honey . . . honey? . . . No, honey was not up there.\nAnd he grew weak, the poor butterfly. The flapping of his\nwings grew languid. And he went downwards and overlooked\ngradually less and less. Nevertheless he did his best.\nNo, it didn't go! He sank. .. .\n\"Well, well, here you are!\" exclaimed the brothers. \"What\ndid we tell you? So finally you do come to suck honey from\nthe flowers, just as we do. We knew it well!\"\nSo exclaimed the brothers and were glad because they had\nbeen right . . . even only because they never felt the longing\nfor the beautiful up in the heights.\n\"Now come quickly and suck honey with us!\"\nAnd the butterfly sank deeper and deeper . . . and still he\nwanted to . . . there were blooming bushes ... if he could yet\nreach them? . . . He no longer sank . . he fell! He fell right\nnext to the bushes, in the roadway . . .\nAnd here a jack-ass trampled on him.\nII\nJJIGH, high up in the air floated a butterfly. He was enjoying\nhis beauty and his liberty, and above all things, he indulged\nhappily in viewing all that was beneath him.\nHe called to his brothers that they too should come up, but\nthey refused to do so, because they didn't want to leave the\nhoney which they had in plenty below.\nBut he didn't wish to stay below, because he was afraid of\nbeing trampled upon by coarse hoofs.\nIn the meantime, as he had the same requirements for honey"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nas all other butterflies, he flew to a mountain where beautiful\nflowers grew, and which was too steep for the jack-ass.\nJoyfully he fluttered around, refreshed himself with honey and\nwas thankful that he didn't need to fly below. And if he saw\nthat one of his brothers below came all too near to the roadway\nwhere so many fallen butterflies are tramped upon, he tried to\nwarn them as well as he could through movements of his wings.\nBut nobody paid any attention to him. His brothers below\ndid not see the butterfly upon the mountain at all, because they\nwere occupied exclusively with collecting honey in the valley and\nbecause they did not know that flowers grew, too, high on the\nmountain.\n\nAfter the Dutch of Multatuli, by Guido Bruno\n\nThe Window\nBy Charles Baudelaire\nHE who looks from the outside into an open window never\nsees as many things as he who looks at a closed window.\nThere is no object more deep, more mysterious, more dreamful,\nmore tenebrous, more dazzling, than a window lighted by a\ncandle. What one can see in full sunlight is always less interest-\ning than what passes behind a pane. In that black and luminous\nhole life lives, life dreams, life suffers.\nBeyond the billowy roofs I see a woman of middle age,\nalready wrinkled, poor, always leaning over something, and\nnever going out. From her features, from her dress, from her\ngestures, from a mere nothing, I have imagined the story of\nthat woman, or rather her legend, and sometimes I recite it to\nmyself and weep.\nIf it had been a poor old man, I would have imagined hit\nlegend quite as easily.\nAnd I retire, proud of having lived and suffered in others\nthan myself.\nPerhaps you will tell me: \"Art thou sure that thy legend is\nthe true one?\" What matters the reality outside of me, if it\nhas helped me to live, to feel that I am and what I am!\n\nAlligators' Grins\nBy D. Molby\nfHE alligator makes it a habit after he has had enough to\neat to go up on the bank and watch what is go»ng on. He\nfaces the water and with one eye to the left and the other to\nthe right takes in the whole situation, and if another alligator\ncomes up he will know it.\nHe is perfectly content to lie in one place for hours. He\njust lies there and thinks and grins. He feels that he is suffi-\ncient unto himself and disdains the whole creation. None of\nthe other creatures interest him unless it is one that he can\ncatch and eat. He isn't afraid of anything because there isn't"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(Concluded)\n\nanything that can penetrate him except lightning, and he doesn't\nknow that it can, so he isn't afraid of it. But he wants to be\nlet alone and has found out that by grinning and keeping his\neyes open wide he can keep everything scared away except\nanother alligator that is bigger than he is.\nAnd when he wants to look kind and gentle all he has to do\nis squint his eyes. This completely changes the appearance of\nthe grin and makes a benign face that nobody will mistrust.\nThus he manages to attain his purpose in the world and get\nabout everything he wants. But it is a kind of grim satisfaction.\nIf he only knew, he could change his attitude and would be\nable to see things in an entirely different light.\n\nGreenwich Village\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\nWe talked nearly three hours. Of course she had taken\noff her veil and she was the most beautiful thing I ever had\nlaid my eyes upon. We decided to get married immediately\nafter I had gotten some clothes for her. I didn't intend to\nbuy all the things on her list. She could do that herself later\non. We had just decided that the minister of the Twelfth\nStreet Church should be called upon to perform the marriage\nceremony, as the door-bell rang. I wondered who it could be.\nShe went hastily into the other room and I opened.\nIt was only the letter carrier. A lot of bills. I just looked\nover the bunch. \"Ha—what was that? the familiar hand-\nwriting of an art dealer. I opened the envelope. It contained\na check, eighty dollars payable to me. It wasn't much to start\nhousekeeping on but the situation was cleared. \"Here, Nora,\nonly the mail carrier,\" I called. Yes, she had told me her name,\nand her father's, a very well-sounding name, a name that spelt\nmoney in seven figures. \"There are a few formalities I wish\nyou to do before we start our travel through life,\" I said,\n\"first of all, put all the money and all the jewelry you have\nwith you in this big envelope. I'll send it back to your father.\nI got a check here which will be enough for a starter. It won't\nbe a wonderful dress I am going to bring you, but just a plain\nblack dress your aunt's maid might have worn,\" and I laughed.\nI wasn't afraid she would change her mind and even if she\nwanted to, she couldn't have left the apartment in a decollete\nevening gown at eleven o'clock in the morning.\nFirst of all I went to the minister and asked him to come\nto my apartment at twelve-thirty. Then I got, at the City Hall,\na marriage license. Then I went to a department store, bought\na suit for twenty-eight dollars and fifty cents, a nightgown,\nand some toilet articles thought of immediate necessity. I had\nthe things wrapped up and took them with me. I went to\nTiffany's and bought the -plainest and yellowest wedding ring\nthey have. lam a master at matching colors and surely enough,"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "128", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nthe ring matched her hair. There was not time to have it en-\ngraved, it could be done later. On my way home, I stopped\nat a delicatessen store and ordered a lot of things sent to my\napartment. The suit fitted like made to order. There was just\none thing that I had overlooked. I called ap the florist and\nhad him send up the biggest bunch of violets in his store.\nNora was carried away by the spirit of her undertaking.\nShe had done her best to transform the picturesque room into\nan orderly-looking library, or at least, it looked like one after\nit was strongly suggested to me. She had even put some new\ncoal in the grate and everything was ready for the minister.\nShe seemed so happy, and she called me Jim, and it seemed as if\nwe had known each other for years. The minister arrived at\ntwelve-thirty sharp. I went into the next apartment and got\na couple of witnesses. We were married inside of the next\nfive minutes. I gave the minister ten dollars and asked him if\nhe wouldn't perform the office of an angel of peace and delivery.\nI told him about the jewelry and the several hundred dollars\nin the big envelope and asked him to deliver it to my father-\nin-law, together with our sincerest regards and the invitation to\ntake tea in our apartment at five o'clock. He agreed to help\nus to get rid of the valuables and we were left alone.\nWe set the table, took the delicatessen store delicacies out\nof their wrappers and ate our first meal. We made a lot of\nplans for our future life and we were as happy as a couple of\nchildren that play husband and wife. She liked my coffee\nbetter, she said, than any coffee she had ever drunk before in her\nlife. Father and mother-in-law arrived at five o'clock sharp.\nThe dear old people didn't know how to act in Nora's new\nresidence. But he was the real father of his daughter. He\nwas \"game.\" She, of course, was a little harder to manage,\nbut we hoped the best as we dismissed them about seven o'clock.\nBut both agreed that I did know how to make coffee splendidly.\nWe went out for a walk. Up Fifth Avenue, around Union\nSquare with its wretched figures on the benches. On Madison\nSquare we sent a long bed line of homeless men to a lodging\nhouse. We looked at the window displays of the shops on\nFifth Avenue and turned in on Thirty-fourth Street, passing\nthe corner where we had \"met\" yesterday. We stood still for\na while and viewed the hustling crowds.\n\"What a drama!\" I said to her. \"Just look at all these men\nand all these women. They all have a goal. They all want\nto reach a destination. And while they are on their way, they\nact for us, the bystanders, a real play.\" Exactly like yesterday\ndid she thrust her arm in mine and guided me through the\ncrowd towards the quieter Sixth Avenue.\n\"Don't we have our goal, too, and our destinations?\" she\nasked. \"Didn't we start rather well our performance?\"\nShe pressed my arm and we walked briskly home."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "129", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n\nRichard Wagner — Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nTHE world does not accept readily and with open arms\nprophets of a new creed and apostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their death.\nWe like to write books about them, about their struggles,\nabout their plans, their hunger and their disappointments.\nThe story of their crucification is the \"Open Seasame\" to\nthe publisher's sanctum, to the theatrical manager's locked\ndoors and the heart of the masses.\nRichard Wagner was his own discovery.\nHe knew as an infant that he would \"amount to something.\"\nAs a boy he made up his mind to write the national German\nDrama; and it came like a revelation to the mature man:\nGermany needs national music and a national opera\nand I am going to compose it.\"\nWagner knew his value. He was not willing to wait until\nrecognition came to him. He did not want to work and toil for\nthe German nation and leave her his heir.\nHis music needed him as interpreter.\nHe took the scores of his work, repulsed by critics and the\npeople at large, in one hand; he took the pen—his powerful\npen which had earned his living—in the other and went out\ninto the world to fight his battle.\nHe won.\nIn years of hunger and despair he had written his dramas\nand operas. He devoted years in introducing them to the\nworld.\nHe forced them on the public at a time they refused to\nrecognize their value.\nAnd he finally sold his own products and not for a trifle.\nHe wanted wealth, comfort, luxury. He got them. When\npeople pay dearly for something, they appreciate it and laud\nit.\nHe won recognition; he was a friend of kings and princes.\nAll the extravagant luxury he had longed for all his life was\nhis.\nA temple was built for him in Bayreuth, the national sanctum\nof the German people, where his German national dramas were\nproduced exclusively. Pilgrims from every part of the world\ncame yearly to worship at the shrine of the master.\nAnd then he died.\nTHE\nWagners belonged to the middle classes. During\nthree generations they had not been satisfied with their\nhumble position in life. Glitter of uniforms,shining parquetted\nfloors of reception halls and blinking insignia bestowed upon\nhonored subjects of the kingdom fascinated Richard Wagner's\npaternal ancestors. His grandfather, the \"Thorschreiber,\" (an\nofficial who levied upon all supplies which entered the town)\nis described in an old chronicle of the city of Leipzig as a man\n\"with attainments in advance of his station.\""}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "130", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY.\n(to be continued.)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly, by Charles Edison; Edited\nand written by Guido Bruno, 58 Washington Square, New York\nCity. Subscription $1 a year.\nApplication for entry as second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending.\n\nFrederick his father, studied French, and satisfied his hope-\nless longings for a position in life on the stage. He was a.\nclever amateur performer and impersonated with preference\npersonages garbed in costly costumes. He offered his services\nto Napoleon's general after the French troops took possession\nof the city of Leipzig and carried on the conversation between\nGerman and French officers. He was authorized to reorganize\nthe city police and he was putin command of the new force.\nThe dream of his life had come true. He wore a brilliant uni-\nform, he participated in official receptions. A premature death\nthen finished his career.\nGrandmother and Mother Wagner were real German house-\nwives. The husband was the lord and master. They looked\nafter the housework, did their best with the little income they\nreceived, listened patiently to dreams they knew never would\ncome true and reared children.\nRichard was the youngest of nine. He was conceived and\nborn at the time when every woman and every man in Germany\nfelt the yoke of the Napoleonic regime, at the time men left\nfamilies for the battlefield and women gave up their jewelry\nas contributions to war funds. He was six months old when\nhis father died. His mother's second husband, Ludwig Geyer,\nan actor and portrait painter, took great pains to discover in\nhis step-son some artistic talent. He took the little lad into\nhis dressing-room in the Royal Theatre, a member of which he\nwas, transformed his studio into a play-room and he gave him\nthe first lessons in reading, writing and added to these draw-\ning.\nWagner was not a \"wonder child.\"\nHe did not astonish his family with early, brilliant perform-\nances. He loved to read and to think and to ask many questions.\nHe would not be satisfied with an off-hand answer. He went\nto the bottom of things and did not rest until he thoroughly\nunderstood them. And he loved to tell stories—to relate to his\nboy acquaintances and even to grown up visitors at his home\neveryday observations with a little moral attached to them.\nHe was passionate and strong-headed. His violent temper\nand obstinate determination were not thwarted in anything he\nhad set his mind to. He was positive in everything he said, and\nwould never consent that he was mistaken.\nFashions are for those who are afraid to standi alone, con-\nventions for those who don't know how."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "132", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151014-01.1.18", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nTHURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY\nEIGHT-FIFTEEN P. M.\nOVERTURE\nRaymond\nThomas\nCOMPOSITIONS BY CHARLOTTE JAMES\nSeasong\nImprovisations\nPrelude and Fuge in D Minor\nSONGS BY AMERICAN COMPOSERS\nA Spirit Flower\nThe Summer Wind\nCharlotte James at the Piano\nThe Bird and the Light\nThe Bugle Call\nMay time\nBelle Menard at the Piano\nCharlotte James\nBach\nMary Breedon\nCampbell Tipton\nVictor Harris\nBelle Menard\nBelle Menard\nBelle Menard\nAMERICAN SINGERS ON THE DIAMOND DISC\nSELECTION IV.—MISS MARIE KAISER\nItalian Street Songs\nMy Dream of Dreams\nOne Wonderful Night\nPoor Wandering One\nHerbert\nCarroll Robyn\nJones\nFrom \"Pirates of Penzance\"\nGilbert Sullivan\nFrom \"PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN\"\nSECRETS OF THE HEART\nNinette\nNinon\nGOOD-NIGHT BABETTE\nMonsieur Vieuxbois\nBabette\nEXIT MARCH\nChildren's Hour on the Square Wednesday\nand Saturday at 2:30 P. M,\nAustin Dobson\nMarjorie Tucker\nWreith Maclntyre\nMarjorie Tucker\nWreith Maclntyre\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}