{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_sha256": "7ccf8ace3a872cdb991dc26478e1db628f1100a56761e3dc06e972245fe533d0", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/06_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/06_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[167]", "page_fin": "[167]", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "We of the City", "titre_sommaire": "We of the City", "signature_source": "Clement Yore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[167]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1297, "texte": "We of the City\nClement Yore\nIt is chill and wet and the sun has set\nBehind the sullen city,\nIt is cold and damp where the dim street lamp\nLooks on with barren pity—\nOh! the laughs that mock and shock and block\nThe very souls that melt,\nMid the snarling sneers and jeers and tears\nWhich in the air are felt.\nIt is man and stone, red flesh and bone\nRaised but to satisfy,\nIt is lustful fire exposed for hire\nWhich seems to carnify.\nOh! the brains that leap and steep and sleep\nIn the lust and vice and shame,\n'Tis the awesome thrill that kills and stills\nAnd defiles with Passion's flame.\nWhat is name or birth or singular worth,\nWhat is Honor, Truth or Pride,\nWhat matters it all when at last we fall\nStripped to our wantoned hide?\nOh! the pink, pink arms and swarms of charms\nHidden to tease and lure,\nOh! the calling eyes with cries and sighs\nWho cares if they're impure112\nIt is gold and wealth and a little of health,\nTo enable us better to plunge\nInto the shame of race not with a blame face\nQuickly our past to expunge—\n'Tis the constant sip of lips that drip\nThat washes our souls away,\nBut the souls come back all black to rack\nWhen we have had our day."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[167]", "page_fin": "168", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village—1823—America's Temporary Business Centre", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village—1823—America's Temporary Business Centre", "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": "[167]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 1299, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1734, "texte": "Greenwich Village—1823—America's\nTemporary Business Centre\nP IS one of the few facts about Greenwich Village, n©t\ngenerally known, that its early celebrity was not due to the\nhospitable character of its inhabitants, the salubrity of the neigh-\nborhood, or the exclusive character of some of the social observa-\nances, but to an epidemic of yellow fever. There had been\n•isitations of that disease in 1791, 1795 and 1798. After the last"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "168", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3107, "texte": "epidemic, in the spring of 1799, the Bank of New York and the\nBranch Bank of the United States bought two plots of ground\nin Greenwich Village on what is now Bank Street and put up\nbank buildings on them. They had to use these buildings in\nSeptember, 1799, when a fourth epidemic of the fever came upon\nthe city. Notice was given in the papers that notes and bills for\ndiscount might be left for the cashier at the Tontine Tavern in\nthe city on Mondays and Wednesdays, and would be called for\nby a bank messenger and offered for discount at the bank the\nfollowing day.\nThere were epidemics in 1819, 1822 and 1823, but the epidem-\nic of 1823 was most serious of all, and it had the effect of almost\ndepopulating what are now the lower wards of New York and of\nincreasing the popularity of Greenwich Village, then an outlaying\nvillage. As a local historian wrote, \"As soon as this dreadful\nscourge made its appearance in New York the inhabitants shut up\ntheir shops and fled from their houses into the country. Those\nwho could not go far on account of business removed to Green-\nwich, a small village situated on the border of the Hudson River,\nabout two or three miles from town. Here the merchants and\notliers had their offices and carried on their concerns, with little\ndanger from the fever, which did not seem to be contagious\nbeyond a certain distance. Very few were left in the confined\nparts of the town, except the poorer classes and the negroes.\"\nPersons familiar with the Ninth ward of New York as at\npresent, and westsiders who have grown to be accustomed to\nits irregularity of geographical construction and placidity of\nexistence, may feel emotions of surprise when they read the\nauthentic and veracious narrative of what happened in 1823\nwhen, so to speak, Greenwich Village was booming: One Satur-\nday—not a half holiday either—in August, wrote a local observer,\n\"our city presented the appearance of a town besieged. From\ndaybreak till night one line of carts containing boxes, merchan-\ndise and effects were seen moving toward Greenwich Village.\nCarriages and hacks, wagons and horsemen, were scouring the\nstreets and filling the roads; persons with anxiety strongly\nmarked upon their countenances and with hurried gait were\nhustling through the streets. Temporary stores and offices were\nerected, and even on the ensuing day (Sunday) carts were in\nmotion and the saw and hammer busily at work. Within a few\ndays thereafter the Custom House, the Post Office, the banks\nand the insurance offices and the printers of newspapers located\nthemselves in Greenwich Village.\" Since 1823 the banks have\nnot had to fly to Greenwich, and the only trace of their former\nnomadic visits there is Bank Street.\nIt had been before that and was for a considerable time\nafterward the seat of the State prison and the landing place of\nthe Ferry from New Jersey. Boomed by the incident of the\nyellow fever epidemic, it became an established place of residence\nfor many well-to-do New Yorkers, and for almost a hundred\nyears since has retained many of the characteristics then first\nsecured to it."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "169", "page_fin": "169", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.4", "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": 4, "page_imprimee": "169", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1547, "texte": "Thursday, Friday and Saturday in Char-\nles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre.\nMOST of the visitors of last week admitted frankly that they\nnever had heard of Stephen Collins Foster and that they\nnever took even the trouble to find out who the composer of those\nmost favorite American home songs was, as \"Way Down Upon\nthe Swanee River\" and \"Old Folks at Home.\" The little\npilgrimage to his workshop and home, to his little grocery\nstore on the Bowery, to his furnished room in the old American\nHotel, also on the Bowery, and also to his death-bed in one\nof the wards of the Bellevue Hospital, brought not only the\ncomposer nearer to our hearts but anew his songs and works.\nThese are not lectures, it isn't like reading a book. It is like\na journey into days gone by and the spoken word, the music of\nthe instrument, the song of the voice creates an everlasting\npicture, a monument for him who hasn't found one in our\nstreets or parks.\nAmong those who will appear during the last three days of the\nweek in the Thimble Theatre, is Miss Dorothy Nussbaum, a\nyoung pianist from Chicago. She will play \"Gavotte et Musette\"\nby d'Albert, \"Pres de la Mer,\" by Arensky, and \"Rhapsodic\nNo. 8,\" by Liszt.\nMiss Addie Galva, a Vermont girl who has spent the greater\npart of her life in Boston, came to New York to enter upon\nan operatic career. Her aim is to sing grand opera, especially\nWagner. \"Elsie's Dream,\" from Wagner's Lohrengrin, is her\nopening number in the Little Thimble Theatre. She will sing\nalso, a few songs by American composers."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "169", "page_fin": "169", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village in Modern Fiction", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village in Modern Fiction", "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": "169", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1549, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2781, "texte": "Greenwich Village in Modern Fiction\nA good many of the well-known and of the less-known authors\nof America have laid the scenes of their short stories and novels\nin Greenwich Village. It is not the naming of streets and of\nsquares but the conveying of the atmosphere, the picturing of\narchitecture and of peculiarities of the interior that are of in-\nterest to us who live here and to those who are interested in the\npreservation of real historical landmarks of New York.\nOf course, there is O. Henry, the master teller of romance in\nNew York, who used Greenwich Village as the most essential\ningredients of his best stories. He doesn't call the streets by\ntheir names or the stores by their proprietors or the hotels and\nstudios but if we ever bump against one of the places, we in-\nvoluntarily remember his stories.\nIn fact; take Greenwich Village away from O. Henry's New\nYork stories and there won't be any stories left.\n\"O. Henry in Greenwich Village\" is the title of the leading\narticle in next week's Bruno's Weekly. Today we are following\nKatie Jordan in her \"Creeping Tides\" and well does she picture\nthe studios or furnished rooms of our village, the streets and\nthe people who are our fellow-roomers in house and village."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "170", "page_fin": "171", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "I. Katie Jordan in \"Creeping Tides\"", "titre_sommaire": "I. Katie Jordan in \"Creeping Tides\"", "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": "170", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2772, "texte": "I. Katie Jordan in \"Creeping Tides\"\nCHE sat in a really spacious room, a remnant of old-time,\ntemperate opulence. Through the smoke-grime on the\nhigh ceilings oleaginous Cupids bearing garlands were dimly\nseen. The sarcophagus-like marble mantel was decorated\nwith branches of heavy grapes, all mutilated. The mirror\nset into the wall above it had a beautifully carved old frame,\na glass cheap and new. Few of the dangling prisms were\nleft on the huge chandeliers. The colonnaded mahogany doors\nwere scarred.\nThis stately room and two spaces partitioned from it, had\nbeen her home for eleven years. They were close to Wav-\nerly Place, in Greenwich Village—that one corner of relic-\nslaughtering New York that retains reminders of the dignified\ngentility of a century ago. Here Eleventh and Fourth streets,\nrefusing to be separated by arithmetical arrangement, meet\nat an unexpected point as if to shake hands, and Waverly\nPlace sticks its head in where some other street ought to be,\nfor all the world like a village busybody who has to see what\nis happening around the corner.\nThe place is two-toned in a most striking way: Along the\nstreets that have survived impairment are lines of sedate,\nprosperous homes, many of them occupied by descendants\nof their builders and as conservatively American as any town\nin New England; there are other streets where decadent\nmansions are rented out in bare floors, even rooms, and house\na curious, secretive and constantly shifting population. Here\none meets wrecks from strange pasts; walking sorrows with\nmemories for companions; eyes that seem looking into graves;\npatrician voices often in strange tongues; beautiful hands in\nold gloves; proud, gray heads under old bonnets. The old\nVillage holding back from the shrieking rush of progress,\nhas an affinity with these aimless, broken beings. They float\nin and out like spoil on the tides.\n\"You mean the people in the house?\" An envious frown\nshot down between her brows. \"They don't try to know\neach other—do they?\"\n\"There are some in the upper rooms that I've not even\nseen; they come and go like the time. You can't help meet-\nin the permanent ones, however, and if you like 'types'\nyou'll enjoy them.\" Miss Onderdonk poured out more tea.\n\"There's a little dressmaker downstairs in the front—Mrs.\nMurray. She's a mixture! Spanish and Irish-American. Her\ngrammar is awful sometimes, and yet she has a streak in\nher that will make her weep over a sonnet or a sunset. On\nthis floor the front parlor is rented to an old German who\nmends violins. If the cupboards and the wardrobe didn't\ndivide him from you, you'd hear a wailing like sick animals.\nHe's always celebrating some anniversary or other and then\nhe nails smilax around the frame of his door and has some"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "171", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1133, "texte": "very old men come to drink coffee with him. Each plays on\nsomething, and all beautifully! Over there\"—She pointed\nacross Mrs. Barrett's head to the big double mahogany doors\n—\"is the back parlor of the house next door, which in its\npalmy days communicated with this as a double mansion.\n\"And in there,\" she said, her eyes brightening like a connois-\nseur's over a treasure, \"divided from you by seven inches of\nold Domingo mahogany that's clamped by rusty bolts which\nhave not budged for twenty years, you have a neighbor who's\nas interesting as many a three-volume novel! Do you read\nthe papers?\" she asked in a sudden way, pointed with mean-\ning.\nIt is a romance of an old neighborhood — a true replica\nof the many romances enacted in the everyday life of our\nvillage. The book is dedicated to John Masefield, the English\npoet who served his apprenticeship in American letters in\nour country right among us as bartender in The Working\nGirls' Home, as it is known to us, or Mr. O'Connor's Colum-\nbian Hotel bar, as it is known to the non-elect that pass daily\nthis memorable landmark in the life of the English poet."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "171", "page_fin": "172", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "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": 6, "page_imprimee": "171", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1135, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2708, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n■JHERE is nothing startling and unusual about it. No luxur-\nious equipment for the audience. No new color schemes,\nno unexpected effects or revolutionizing stage features, no arch-\nitecture producing optic illusions on the stage. It is a show-\nhouse in the realest sense of the word. A house where something\nis shown. The things which are put on show being the only\nreason for the existence of the house, and its main and sole\nfeature.\nOnly with physical comfort is the human mind susceptible to\nnew impressions, ready to listen, to like or to dislike, to approve\nof or to reject. An unprejudced mind must be housed in a com-\nfortable-feeling, self-unconscious body. Therefore, comfortable\narm-chairs are provided with plenty of room to the right and to\nthe left to enable one to change one's position easily, and plenty\nof space between rows so that the legs do not feel stepmotherly\ntreated.\nThe stage is simple. Just an elevation, with no other purpose\nthan to expose the performers conspicuously to everybody\npresent.\nActing, music, singing and recitation are good as the result of\nbeing themselves. Therefore, stage settings of more or less con-\nspicuous designs, decorations of all kinds, the appliance of the\nscience of stage lighting are only irritating and distractive to the\nattention.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has no competitive\nambitions with professional theatres or showhouses. It has\none purpose and one aim: to give the American composer, the\nAmerican musician, the American playwright and the American"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "172", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1012, "texte": "poet, a chance to meet face to face with his supreme critic,\nan American public.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has one mission: to\ncreate ideas, to give everybody who has something to say, a voice,\nto throw ideas among the masses. If they are worth while, the\nmasses will take care of them. They will be exploited and viewed\nand reviewed, reconstructed and remodeled, and improved, and\nthey will live—live forever.\nIf the ideas are shallow, 110 echo will resound. They will be\nburied in oblivion. The highest and the supremest judgment, the\njudgment that lasts forever and forever is passed by the masses.\nThe masses are composed of thousands of individuals. Every\nindividual has his voice in this court of judgment. Just one in-\ndvidual might tip the balance of all the thousands. To the in-\ndividual must we speak in order to speak to the masses. Just to\nthe one who might find in four or six simple lines of rhythm the\nrevelation of the harmony and the rhythm of his own simple\nlife."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "172", "page_fin": "172", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Civilization", "titre_sommaire": "Civilization", "signature_source": "George A.C. Keller", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "172", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1014, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1751, "texte": "Civilization\nGeorge A.C. Keller\nA FLARE! A roar! A screaming shell!\nA flood of gas! A flame of Hell!\nA lane of death; a slaughtered mass;\nA crimson fortune on the grass.\nA wav'ring cheer! A frantic shout!\nA furious charge! A driven route!\nA silvery note; a sudden stand;\nA gory trembling of the land.\nMad-wheeling horses; racing cars;\nLoud-drumming aeros; fading stars;\nSoft-fingered search-lights, picking out\nThe night-hid legions circling 'bout.\nA weakened front; a break; a drive;\nA flight; a chase; a swarming hive\nOf men gone mad—a murder pen.\nWith men all bent on killing men!\nDay comes:—a thousand funeral fires\nRedden the scene from as many pyres.\nThe dead are ash; the rest still fight—\nFor King and Country; Home and \"Right i\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "173", "page_fin": "173", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Lashes on the Bare Back for New Jersey Women", "titre_sommaire": "Lashes on the Bare Back for New Jersey Women", "signature_source": "From \"The Gentleman's Magazine/\" 1788", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "173", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2224, "texte": "Lashes on the Bare Back for\nNew Jersey Women\nFrom \"The Gentleman's Magazine/\" 1788.\nTHE first settlers of New England made the laws of Moses\nthe groundwork of their constitutions; and often produced\nthem as the highest authority in determining suits in their\ncourts. This respect for the Levitical code will account for\nmany of their ancient laws, which appear repugnant to the\nnatural rights of men, and the feelings of the human heart.\nThe following was the statute of New Jersey restraining\ndrunkenness.\n\"Concerning that beastly vice, drunkenness, it is hereby\nenacted, that if any person be found to be drunk, he shall pay\none shilling fine for the first offence, two shillings for the\nsecond and for the third time, and for every time after, two\nshillings and sixpence; and such as have nothing to pay, shall\nsuffer corporal punishment, and for those that are unruly and\ndisturbers of the peace, they shall be putin the stocks until\nafter they are sober, or during the pleasure of the officer in\nchief in the place where he is drunk.\nQuere. Would not the enforcing of such a statute in modern\ntimes be a ready mode of raising a revenue and discharging\nour public debts?\nAnother law of New Jersey was in these words:\n\"If any man shall absent himself, or run out of this Province\nwith another man's wife (without her husband's consent), and\nafter return hither, he and she so offending and being lawfully\nconvicted thereof, shall each of them receive ten lashes upon\ntheir bare backs.\"\nBy another statute of that colony, every female was forbid\nto marry her grandfather, and every male his grandmother,\nfrom the five and twentieth day of March, one thousand six\nhundred, and eighty and three.\nMany of the laws of that colony appear to be dictated by a\nspirit of piety; yet we find the proprietors not friendly to\nclergymen. Among other instructions from the committee of\nthe proprietors to Governor Basse, dated, London, April 14,\n1698, there is the following:\n7. \"That you do not consent to a law for imposing or\nascertaining the yearly, quarterly or any other salary, tax or\nallowance for the maintenance of any sort of preachers or\nministers of whatsoever persuasion they be of in matters of\nreligion.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "173", "page_fin": "173", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Day and the Dawn of Time,", "titre_sommaire": "Day and the Dawn of Time,", "signature_source": "James Waldo Fawcett", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "173", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2226, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2334, "texte": "James Waldo Fawcett\nDay and the Dawn of Time,\nLove and the Soul of Rhyme,\nNight and the Evening Chime,\nLife!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "174", "page_fin": "175", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.11", "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": "174", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2856, "texte": "In Our Village\n\n| DIDN'T believe my eyes last Friday, but truly and honestly\nit was horse car—one of those old rickety New York\nhorse cars, with chimney sticking out, puffing away white clouds\nlike a peanut roasting machine or the stove of the chestnut seller\non the corner of Thompson street. The horses had bells, the\ndriver a whip and a derby hat with his number stuck 011 the\nfront. Slowly but merrily it moved up Fourth street and passed\nthe Square. I was standing there at the window of my garret,\nthe same window where Lafayette during his last visit to\nNew York in 1824, witnessed the execution of a score of\nhighwaymen on what was then Potters' Field, at the same\nwindow from which a lady an hour ago had called to her foot-\nman to bring her machine around to the entrance. I saw\nthe horse car passing and nobody seemed to pay any attention\nto it, and soon the electric street car passed over the same\nrails, and automobiles hoot-hooted, and the big electric arc\nlight in front of the windows flashed up while the city with\nits gigantic structures back of the arch grew darker and darker.\nIt was night. Naked branches of dark trees right in front of\nthe windows. Here and there a gas lamp, yellow and flickering\nthrough the darkness of bushes and benches and people of the\nSquare. Farther and farther seemed the world with its noise\nand with the modern devices of our days' life. I lighted a candle\nand sat in front of the grate. Winds rattled on my windows\nand swept through the chimney, the broken and dilapidated\nchimney. The wood-work creaked, the wind pressed its way\nthrough the cracks and knot-holes. The tin on the roof rumbled\nand the light of the candle was dancing in merriment, swaying\nrhythmically like a young girl with her hands at her hips,\nlistening to grandmother's sweet melodies.\nI was sitting in my old chair and thinking of the charms\nyou all are deprived of—you who are living in steam-heated,\nelectric-lighted elevator apartments — you who are living in\nhouses with killed souls. Your telephone wires pierce their\nhearts, your steam pipes put them on the bed of Procrustes\nand your tapestry muzzles them.\nAnd on black nights you can hear the wind moaning outside\nin vain asking admission. He can't deliver his messages from\nneighboring souls. It is on those nights that you turn restlessly\nin your bed, listening to strange noises, that you switch on\nyour light and reopen the book you laid away in the evening\n. . . . and you don't know that the house had a soul and\nthat souls come back.\nBut that horse car travels at least once a week through\nGreenwich Village : to keep up the company's franchise.\nColonial Cavaliers\nMr. Edison extended the courtesy of his Little Thimble Theatre\nfor Sunday evening to The National Society of Colonial Cava-\nliers, who will hold here, their annual meeting. Mr. W. Lanier"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "175", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 92, "fin_caractere_exclue": 604, "texte": "Washington, Deputy Palatine General of the National Society\nof Colonial Cavaliers, will give an account of his recent visit\nto Sulgrave Manor, England, the ancestral home of the Wash-\nington s. Mr. Washington is a direct descendant of the Wash-\nington family.\nBruno will tell about the Dutch-German branch of the\nWashington family, a short review of his book under the same\ntitle, published recently by the Historical Society of Chicago.\nA Patriotic Ensemble on the Diamond Disc will conclude the\nyearly meeting."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "175", "page_fin": "175", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.11.1", "titre_corps": "Corner on Washington Square South and, Thompson Street-Drawn by F. Jacoby", "titre_sommaire": "Corner on Washington Square South and, Thompson Street-Drawn by F. Jacoby", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "175", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 90, "texte": "Corner on Washington Square South and, Thompson Street-\nDrawn by F. Jacoby"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "175", "page_fin": "176", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Bruno's Garret", "titre_sommaire": "Bruno's Garret", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "175", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 606, "fin_caractere_exclue": 840, "texte": "Bruno's Garret\nDjuna Barnes' exhibit of grotesques and arabesques in war\nand peace moods will be tacked to the walls of Bruno's Garret\nuntil November 11th. Saturday afternoon is a poetry reading,\nat which you will be heartily welcome."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "176", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 142, "texte": "\"We of the City\" is the subject of an informal talk\nGuido Bruno will deliver in his garret on Monday evening.\nYou are invited."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "176", "page_fin": "177", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 12, "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Some of Our Aristocrats", "titre_sommaire": "Some of Our Aristocrats", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "176", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 144, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3104, "texte": "Some of Our Aristocrats\nEdward N. Tailer Esq., the Dean of New York Society, has\na remarkable diary of New York Society and the world's cur-\nrent events which he has been keeping for more than half a\ncentury. The diary already fills between fifty and sixty ponderous\nquartos. On each page Mr. Tailer records in handwriting a\nbrief mention of any social function he may have attended, or\nother interesting event in which he has participated, or person\nof note whom he may have met. On the same page, but in\nnewspaper clippings are pasted accounts of important current\nhappenings in town, or in the world at large. Historical societies\ncovet the diary in vain, for it is willed to Mr. Tailer's only son,\nMr. T. Suffern Tailer, who inherits his fathers's fondness for\nfashionable society but not for Washington Square. Mr. Edward\nN. Tailer who is the eldest survivor of the late Mrs. Astor's inti-\nmate coterie, has proved himself to be a shrewd business man.\nbut in late years has devoted himself to the care of the large\ninherited real estate of his own and of his wife, who was a\nMiss Suffern. The mansion, No. 11 Washington Square, has\nbeen in possession of the Suffern family upwards of ninety years\nand is filled with priceless heirlooms. A daughter, Mrs. Robert\nR. Livingston and Robert R. Livingston, who own an extensive\nLivingston estate at Tivoli-on-the-Hudson, pass their winters\nwith Mr. and Mrs. Tailer. Another daughter, Mrs. Burnett, the\nwife of General Henry L. Burnett, former U. S. District At-\ntorney, lives at No. 7 East 12th St. Mrs. Burnett, who is one\nof the grand dames of the Washington Square neighborhood and\ncould head any Salon, is intellectually the most brilliant of Mr.\nTailer's children. Of Mr. and Mrs. Tailer's friends and neigh-\nbors in this old Janborg, who belong to the same great world\nof society, national in fame, of which they have stood for gener-\nations as representative personages, may be cited, the Frank S.\nWitherbees, Lispenard Stewart, the W. Starr Millers, Mrs.\nCadrialader Jones, Mrs. Benjamin C. Porter, Mr. Eugene De-\nlano, Clement C. March, Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Guinness, Capt.\nand Mrs. Philip M. Lydig, Mrs. Ambrose Spencer, Clinton Spen-\ncer, the Charles de Rhams, and the Schermerhorns of University\nPlace. Families in the Washington Square neighborhood, who\nwere received by the late Mrs. Astor, have it jotted down in\nitalics in their mental note books and those who are eligible\nto pass muster in Mrs. Ogden Mills' drawing room, the most\nexclusive in town today, are equally aware of this cachet.\nThe Rev. Charles W. Nauman, the genial clergyman who lives\nat No. 35 Fifth Avenue, has just been appointed a curate of\nthe Church of the Ascension. Mr. Nauman is an excellent ser-\nmonizer and reader of the service ultra-conservative, has not the\nsocial uplift spirit and is not a parish visitor. His charming wife\nis a Vassar graduate, but free from the angels which bristle\non some college-bred women."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "177", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1153, "texte": "Mrs. Rozel Oertel Butler, painter of America's deserts and\nBad Lands, is back to the city, occupying her old grand quarters\non Washington Square. Mrs. Butler's studio was during the\npast season a musical centre on the Square, and her exhibition\nin the Ehrich Galleries was followed quickly by exhibitions in\nseveral cities of the country.\nRaising fishes—all kinds of fishes, is the hobby and favorite\npastime of Miss Mildred Snider. She has hundreds of them—\n648, to be exact, and new ones are being daily hatched. And\nMiss Snider is not an old maid by any means, and no crank\neither. It is just her hobby and she assures that her fish are\nall high and well-bred. She keeps them in three rooms, in big and\nin small tanks.\nMr. Camoin, of the famous 42 on the Square, just finished\nan operetta, both score and script. Its scene is laid in Green-\nwich Village; its time is today. It pictures life on the Square\nas it is. Soon it will be seen on Broadway.\nBenjamin Benn opened a Sunday drawing and painting class\nin his studio at 244 East 23rd Street, and he will be glad to\nextend the courtesy of his studio to all those who are interested."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "177", "page_fin": "178", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.14", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "177", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1155, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2590, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nTo write a historical drama while the history is being made\nby one's contemporaries is a superhuman task. The dramatization\nof the Napoleonic wars by men who had been eye-witnesses\nproved worthless in years to come, from the standpoint of the\nartist, at least. It takes the sane mind of a critic above the\nonly too human emotions of the actors in this bloody drama in\nEurope to write one for the stage. Leonidas Andreief, moved by\nthe suffering of Belgium, by the terrible scenes he witnessed,\nwrote a drama, published recently in English translation, by\nThe Duffield Company. It is not Andreief's calling to write\nplays.\nThe Minaret\nIt seems a new renaissance of the one man magazine devoted\nto literature and art is breaking in all parts of the country.\nWashington contributed this week its share, Mr. Herbert\nBruncken's new magazine, \"The Minaret,\" which carries on\nits first page the aims and the confessions of its editor.\n\"We are not Cubists, Futurists, or Imaginists. We do not\npretend to stand for the past or future, but for the present.\nWe have a single aim, and that is to produce a magazine that\nwe hope will appeal to those who are fond of good literature.\nIn a word, we are Americans interested in the literature of our\nown country, but we believe that by publishing in this magazine,\nin the future, translations of the modern French and German\npoets, we are enriching our own literature.\""}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "178", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 45, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1422, "texte": "The Colonnade\nThe October number of this \"Fireside Magazine\" is a romance\nnumber. The Colonnade is published by the Andiron Club\nof New York, an association of forty-three members—writers,\nuniversity instructors, musicians, artists—who meet fortnightly\naround an open fire for the purpose of reading and discussing\nthe contributions submitted for publication in the Club's\nmagazine.\nMr. John W. Draper, the poet, is its editor.\nWe of the City\n£LEM YORE is the remancier of Chicago's slum life. He\nsees the romance in the existence of creatures whose\nwalk through life is an eternal \"move on.\" For the woman\nwho sells her body he feels that pity which is hungrily sought\nafter by the poor creature and which makes her feel like a\nhuman being. For the bum, the roamer, and the rowdy, he\nhas words of encouragement which are free from the bitter\nsting of accusation.\nHe is merciless towards those whom he makes responsible\nfor these spoiled lives—the men and women who lead the evil\nlife in secret and cover it up by charitable activity in public.\nThe Lusitania's Last Voyage\nCharles E. Lauriat, Jr., a well-known business man of Boston,\nwho was a passenger on the Lusitania when she was torpedoed\nby a German submarine, has written an account of the disaster\nwhich will be published by Houghton Mifflin Company, the 16th\nof this month under the title The Lusitania's Last Voyage."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "178", "page_fin": "180", "image_debut": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "A Story from Warsaw's Latin Quarter", "titre_sommaire": "A Story from Warsaw's Latin Quarter", "signature_source": "Henry Sienkiewicz ; Translated by Guido Bruno ; Heliodor Suslowski", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "178", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1424, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2208, "texte": "The Third\nA Story from Warsaw's Latin Quarter\nBy Henry Sienkiewicz\nTranslated by Guido Bruno\n\nWe both are listening . . . not a sound!\n\"Didn't you hear anything?\"\n\"No!\"\n\"We're in a nice fix! It must be hundreds of yards deep!\"\n\"Try it again.\"\nSwiatecki takes another bigger stone and throws it down.\nNo echo.\nThere is nothing doing. We have to sit there until early in\nmorning. Swiatecki tries a few more stones, but all is\nfutile. One hour after the other passes. I hear Swiatecki's\nvoice.\n\"Wladek! Don't fall asleep! .... do you have a cigarette ?\"\nI have cigarettes, but we neither of us have a match. We\nare desperate. It isn't later than one hour after midnight.\nA fine rain starts to fall. All around us imperturbable\ndarkness. I feel that we who are always living among peoples"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "179", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2969, "texte": "just the same whether in the city or in the country, have not\nthe slightest conception of what quietness is. Because the\nquietness which surrounds us now roars almost in our ears.\nI almost hear how the blood circulates in my veins and I\ndistinctly hear the palpitating of my heart. At first I found\nthe entire situation interesting. In the pitch dark night, next\nto a deep abyss, on the ridge of a mountain—it was quite\nromantic. But soon it grows cold, and Swiatecki starts to\nphilosophize: \"What's life anyhow? Just bunk— They say:\nArt! Art! .... just a cheap imitation of nature, and\nabove all meanness .... haven't I seen twice the Salon ?\nThere they sent so many pictures that one could have manu-\nfactured out of all that canvas straw ticks for all the in-\nhabitants of the world. And what was that all? Made to order!\nA speculation to fill pocket and stomach. An anarchy of art!\nNothing more! If art, real art had been there, everyone would\nhave been stricken with paralysis. But to their good fortune,\nreal art isn't at all in this world. . . . there is only nature.\nPossibly, that nature is nothing, too, but humbug . . . the\nbest would be to jump down and all would be over. I would\nsurely do it if I had some brandy, but as I have none, I have\nto refrain myself; because I swore that I won't end sober.\"\nI was more or less accustomed to Swiatecki's babble, but\nhere in the midst of the quietness the destitution, the cold, the\ndarkness and on the edge of an abyss, his words made even\nme gloomy. Fortunately, his raving was at an end. He threw\na few more stones, repeated a few times: \"Not a sound.\" And\nwe both were silent for hours.\nAnd then it began to dawn. It was still dark and I could\nsee nothing. I heard the rushing of birds' wings above my\nhead. I distinctly heard crowing. I was sure it must be\neagles flying above the abysses; the crowing became more\nintense in the darkness. It sounded as if legions of eagles had\nassembled above our heads. Anyhow it meant the approach of\nthe morn.\nSoon I could distinguish my own hands resting on the edge of\nthe mountain and soon the shoulders of Swiatecki, like black\nsilhouettes against a less black background. This background\nturned visibly pale, a wonderful pale gray tone started to shimmer\nthrough the mountains which penetrates more and more the\ndarkness as if a silver fluid had been spilled over all saturating\neverything, fading from black to gray and from gray into a\npearl color. A wet acerbity was over all. Not only the mountains\nwere wet but also the air.\nIt grew clearer and clearer. I am absorbed in this wonderful\ncolor scheme of nature. I am trying to retain the colors in\nmy mind. A loud exclamation of Swiatecki interrupted me:\n\"What asses we were!\" His back vanishes from my eyes,\n\"Swiatecki,\" I exclaimed, \"What are you doing?\"\n\"Don't scream, just look!\"\nI lean over, and what do I see? I am sitting on a rock\nand about a yard below me are pastures. Dense moss dampened"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "180", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2645, "texte": "the echo of the stones. The pastures are lying there like a\ncarpet. Far off, near a cross way is a flock of crows which\nI had taken for eagles. We should just have jumped down\nfrom our rocks and could have reached home in a very simple\nway. And we had sat there all night, freezing and desperate!\nI don't know why this incident which had happened a year\nand a half before crossed my mind while I waited in our studio\nthe arrival of the landlord.\nThis reminiscence gave me a new courage and bravely I said\nto Swiatecki:\n\"Do you remember, Antek, how we thought once that we\nwere sitting at the edge of an abyss and how in reality a nice-\npathway was right in front of us? The same might happen\nright now. Just now we are poor as a church mouse. The\nlandlord may come and throw us out of our studio, and still\neverything may happen quite differently. Isn't it possible that\nan unhoped for sluice will open up for us the way that leads\nstraight to glory and gold? .\nSwiatecki was sitting at the tick putting on his shoes\nmumbling that only he is sensible who has the courage to\nhang himself and that the only reason why he hadn't done it him-\nself up to now was the fact that he was not only the biggest\nliving ass, but also a low-hearted coward.\nMy optimistic remark interrupted his musings and he looked\nat me with his big carp's eyes:\n\"Of course, you have very good reasons to be happy; yesterday\nSuslowski threw you out of his house and out of the heart of his\ndaughter and today the landlord will tell you to get out of the\nstudio.\"\nIt was true, Swiatecki was right. Three days ago I still had\nbeen the fiance of Kazzia Suslowska and Tuesday morning I\nwas the recipient of the following letter from her father:\n\"Dear Sir:\nFollowing the parental admonitions, our daughter consented\nto break off an association which would have brought her\nonly unhappiness. Well would she always have found a hiding-\nplace at the bosom of her mother and under the roof of her\nfather, but it is just up to us, her parents, to prevent such an\nextremity of the case. Not only your financial position, but\nalso your frivolous character which you did not succeed in\nhiding from our eyes caused us and our daughter to give you\nback your word and to break off any further relations with you.\nBut what otherwise does not diminish our fondness for you.\nRespectfully,\nEx-President of the Former Treasury Commission.\"\nSuch was the letter.\nThat my finances could not induce a dog to leave his warm\nplace behind the oven, I have to partly acknowledge. But what\nthis pathetic monkey wanted with my character, I don't know.\n(To be continued)\n\nHeliodor Suslowski"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "181", "page_fin": "181", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Sparrows' Chirps", "titre_sommaire": "Sparrows' Chirps", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "181", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1531, "texte": "Sparrows' Chirps\nBy D. Molby\nfHE sparrow is a much better bird than he is usually given\ncredit for. He does not have any rich colors in his feathers\nso that people will want to wear them on their hats, and he\nmay not have any other practical use, but he is a good song\nbird. In the summer, there are so many other birds around\nthat people are prejudiced in favor of, that the sparrow doesn't\nget any notice. But in the winter he is the principal bird.\nIt is fortunate for him that he does not know what the\npeople think of him. He feels that he is just as good a bird\nas there is in the world, and when all the other birds have\ngone south to where it is warm, the sparrow gets up in a big\ntree that has lost all its leaves and stands there in the wind and\nsings. He sings with all his might. He sees that the people\nneed song, and he stays so there will be someone to give it to\nthem. The passers-by and the people in the houses near the tree\nmay think the sound is shrill and only a noise, but this doesn't\ninterfere with the sparrow—he knows it is a song. And when\nhe sings it, he is happy.\nHe does not sing his song just to hear himself, else he would\nsit in his nest at home and do it. And he doesn't sing it with\nthe idea that he will get something to eat. It is just pastime\nfor him and he does it because he likes to and assumes that it\nis appreciated. This attitude is so good that, regardless of the\nquality of the song, the sparrow himself should be respected\nand made more of."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "181", "page_fin": "182", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.17", "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": "181", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1533, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2576, "texte": "Richard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nNo argument was put up, neither mother nor wife ever\ninterrupted his explanations and ambitions with the question:\n\"And what shall we live on ? With what shall we pay rent and\nbuy the daily bread?\"\nThey endured the hardships, made him comfortable exercising\nconstant self-denial, kept away from the room where he worked,\nwhere he dreamed the reality of life.\nAnd these two women justly participate in the gratefulness\nthe German nation owes Richard Wagner.\nWagner loved animals. Eighteen years his dumb friend,\nPeps, was his steady companion. It is not surprising that a\nman like Wagner, living in his own world, living in his own\nthoughts and working towards a purpose, the ultimate goal\nof which was known to him only and not understood by his\nfellow men, was in spasmodic intervals possessed by the mood\nto be affectionate to caress someone, to talk kindly and child-\nishly to some being.\nWhen he is in the mood to give he is not necessarily in a\nmood to receive and the same man who felt like bestowing"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "182", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 272, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2401, "texte": "upon someone, following a momentary impulse, would have\nfelt uncomfortably embarrassed if his caresses had been re-\nturned. -\nIt was a healthy egotism, here as always in Wagner's lift. He\nknew others would not and could not understand him and so ha\ndid not expect an answer when he spoke.\nHe was happy when he could give and could impress.\nAdmiration to him was the only possible and expected answer.\nA vivid illustration: Minna patiently trains the parrot her\nhusband received as a present to say:\n\"Wagner is a great man.\"\nAnd the composer is happy over his new admirer, places his\ncage near the piano, feeds him every morning, talks to him when\nhe does not feel satisfied with his own work and smiles with the\nparrot's interjections which sound like the soothing voice of the\none who understands and whom Wagner never found:\n\"Never mind; just go back to your work and try it again.\nWagner is a great man.\"\nWAGNER had read Shakespeare in English, the Greek dra-\nmas in Greek. After his mother had gone back to their original\nhome town, Leipzig, where two of her daughters were actresses\nof note he frequently attended the theatre. He became ac-\nquainted with the German stage of his day. He realized the\ndifferences between the favorites he loved so dearly and the\nFrench importations the average playgoer seemed to enjoy.\n\"If the German nation had a national drama,\" he mused,\n\"they never would listen to these artless and low works of men\nwho had nothing else in view than to make money with their\nproducts.\"\nThe drama of a nation, he persistently contended, was a faith-\nful mirror of the people. Where the tone of a drama was base,\nthe people would be found degraded through their own acts or\nthe superior force of others. The idea of a national drama for\nhis fatherland possessed him. He longed to lift the German drama\nfrom its miserable condition and his model was\"the noble, per-\nfect, grand and heroic tragedy of the Hellenes.\"\nHe had received piano lessons in the school but he never\nmastered the technique of an average pianist. He loved Weber,\nthe composer of Germany's revolutionary songs, and he admired\nBeethoven."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-06-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[183]", "page_fin": "[183]", "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=bmtnaaq19151106-01.2.18", "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": "[183]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1024, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:15 p. m.\nThursday,\nFriday,\n3 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nA little Pilgrimage to the home\nand workshop of Stephen\nCollins Foster.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nA little Pilgrimage of the home\nand workshop of Stephen\nCollins Foster.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge.\nWho Wrote Our National Home Songs?\n\"Way Down upon the Swaneo\nRiver,\" \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collins Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to the Matinee on Monday or Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'SWEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents November 6th, 1915."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[167]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited By Guido Bfuno in his Gavret on Washington Sqinur#\nNo. 16\nNOVEMBER 6th, MCMXV\nVol. I\nopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nWe of the City\nClement Yore\nIt is chill and wet and the sun has set\nBehind the sullen city,\nIt is cold and damp where the dim street lamp\nLooks on with barren pity—\nOh! the laughs that mock and shock and block\nThe very souls that melt,\nMid the snarling sneers and jeers and tears\nWhich in the air are felt.\nIt is man and stone, red flesh and bone\nRaised but to satisfy,\nIt is lustful fire exposed for hire\nWhich seems to carnify.\nOh! the brains that leap and steep and sleep\nIn the lust and vice and shame,\n'Tis the awesome thrill that kills and stills\nAnd defiles with Passion's flame.\nWhat is name or birth or singular worth,\nWhat is Honor, Truth or Pride,\nWhat matters it all when at last we fall\nStripped to our wantoned hide?\nOh! the pink, pink arms and swarms of charms\nHidden to tease and lure,\nOh! the calling eyes with cries and sighs\nWho cares if they're impure112\nIt is gold and wealth and a little of health,\nTo enable us better to plunge\nInto the shame of race not with a blame face\nQuickly our past to expunge—\n'Tis the constant sip of lips that drip\nThat washes our souls away,\nBut the souls come back all black to rack\nWhen we have had our day.\n\nGreenwich Village—1823—America's\nTemporary Business Centre\nP IS one of the few facts about Greenwich Village, n©t\ngenerally known, that its early celebrity was not due to the\nhospitable character of its inhabitants, the salubrity of the neigh-\nborhood, or the exclusive character of some of the social observa-\nances, but to an epidemic of yellow fever. There had been\n•isitations of that disease in 1791, 1795 and 1798. After the last"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "168", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nepidemic, in the spring of 1799, the Bank of New York and the\nBranch Bank of the United States bought two plots of ground\nin Greenwich Village on what is now Bank Street and put up\nbank buildings on them. They had to use these buildings in\nSeptember, 1799, when a fourth epidemic of the fever came upon\nthe city. Notice was given in the papers that notes and bills for\ndiscount might be left for the cashier at the Tontine Tavern in\nthe city on Mondays and Wednesdays, and would be called for\nby a bank messenger and offered for discount at the bank the\nfollowing day.\nThere were epidemics in 1819, 1822 and 1823, but the epidem-\nic of 1823 was most serious of all, and it had the effect of almost\ndepopulating what are now the lower wards of New York and of\nincreasing the popularity of Greenwich Village, then an outlaying\nvillage. As a local historian wrote, \"As soon as this dreadful\nscourge made its appearance in New York the inhabitants shut up\ntheir shops and fled from their houses into the country. Those\nwho could not go far on account of business removed to Green-\nwich, a small village situated on the border of the Hudson River,\nabout two or three miles from town. Here the merchants and\notliers had their offices and carried on their concerns, with little\ndanger from the fever, which did not seem to be contagious\nbeyond a certain distance. Very few were left in the confined\nparts of the town, except the poorer classes and the negroes.\"\nPersons familiar with the Ninth ward of New York as at\npresent, and westsiders who have grown to be accustomed to\nits irregularity of geographical construction and placidity of\nexistence, may feel emotions of surprise when they read the\nauthentic and veracious narrative of what happened in 1823\nwhen, so to speak, Greenwich Village was booming: One Satur-\nday—not a half holiday either—in August, wrote a local observer,\n\"our city presented the appearance of a town besieged. From\ndaybreak till night one line of carts containing boxes, merchan-\ndise and effects were seen moving toward Greenwich Village.\nCarriages and hacks, wagons and horsemen, were scouring the\nstreets and filling the roads; persons with anxiety strongly\nmarked upon their countenances and with hurried gait were\nhustling through the streets. Temporary stores and offices were\nerected, and even on the ensuing day (Sunday) carts were in\nmotion and the saw and hammer busily at work. Within a few\ndays thereafter the Custom House, the Post Office, the banks\nand the insurance offices and the printers of newspapers located\nthemselves in Greenwich Village.\" Since 1823 the banks have\nnot had to fly to Greenwich, and the only trace of their former\nnomadic visits there is Bank Street.\nIt had been before that and was for a considerable time\nafterward the seat of the State prison and the landing place of\nthe Ferry from New Jersey. Boomed by the incident of the\nyellow fever epidemic, it became an established place of residence\nfor many well-to-do New Yorkers, and for almost a hundred\nyears since has retained many of the characteristics then first\nsecured to it."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "169", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThursday, Friday and Saturday in Char-\nles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre.\nMOST of the visitors of last week admitted frankly that they\nnever had heard of Stephen Collins Foster and that they\nnever took even the trouble to find out who the composer of those\nmost favorite American home songs was, as \"Way Down Upon\nthe Swanee River\" and \"Old Folks at Home.\" The little\npilgrimage to his workshop and home, to his little grocery\nstore on the Bowery, to his furnished room in the old American\nHotel, also on the Bowery, and also to his death-bed in one\nof the wards of the Bellevue Hospital, brought not only the\ncomposer nearer to our hearts but anew his songs and works.\nThese are not lectures, it isn't like reading a book. It is like\na journey into days gone by and the spoken word, the music of\nthe instrument, the song of the voice creates an everlasting\npicture, a monument for him who hasn't found one in our\nstreets or parks.\nAmong those who will appear during the last three days of the\nweek in the Thimble Theatre, is Miss Dorothy Nussbaum, a\nyoung pianist from Chicago. She will play \"Gavotte et Musette\"\nby d'Albert, \"Pres de la Mer,\" by Arensky, and \"Rhapsodic\nNo. 8,\" by Liszt.\nMiss Addie Galva, a Vermont girl who has spent the greater\npart of her life in Boston, came to New York to enter upon\nan operatic career. Her aim is to sing grand opera, especially\nWagner. \"Elsie's Dream,\" from Wagner's Lohrengrin, is her\nopening number in the Little Thimble Theatre. She will sing\nalso, a few songs by American composers.\n\nGreenwich Village in Modern Fiction\nA good many of the well-known and of the less-known authors\nof America have laid the scenes of their short stories and novels\nin Greenwich Village. It is not the naming of streets and of\nsquares but the conveying of the atmosphere, the picturing of\narchitecture and of peculiarities of the interior that are of in-\nterest to us who live here and to those who are interested in the\npreservation of real historical landmarks of New York.\nOf course, there is O. Henry, the master teller of romance in\nNew York, who used Greenwich Village as the most essential\ningredients of his best stories. He doesn't call the streets by\ntheir names or the stores by their proprietors or the hotels and\nstudios but if we ever bump against one of the places, we in-\nvoluntarily remember his stories.\nIn fact; take Greenwich Village away from O. Henry's New\nYork stories and there won't be any stories left.\n\"O. Henry in Greenwich Village\" is the title of the leading\narticle in next week's Bruno's Weekly. Today we are following\nKatie Jordan in her \"Creeping Tides\" and well does she picture\nthe studios or furnished rooms of our village, the streets and\nthe people who are our fellow-roomers in house and village."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "170", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nI. Katie Jordan in \"Creeping Tides\"\nCHE sat in a really spacious room, a remnant of old-time,\ntemperate opulence. Through the smoke-grime on the\nhigh ceilings oleaginous Cupids bearing garlands were dimly\nseen. The sarcophagus-like marble mantel was decorated\nwith branches of heavy grapes, all mutilated. The mirror\nset into the wall above it had a beautifully carved old frame,\na glass cheap and new. Few of the dangling prisms were\nleft on the huge chandeliers. The colonnaded mahogany doors\nwere scarred.\nThis stately room and two spaces partitioned from it, had\nbeen her home for eleven years. They were close to Wav-\nerly Place, in Greenwich Village—that one corner of relic-\nslaughtering New York that retains reminders of the dignified\ngentility of a century ago. Here Eleventh and Fourth streets,\nrefusing to be separated by arithmetical arrangement, meet\nat an unexpected point as if to shake hands, and Waverly\nPlace sticks its head in where some other street ought to be,\nfor all the world like a village busybody who has to see what\nis happening around the corner.\nThe place is two-toned in a most striking way: Along the\nstreets that have survived impairment are lines of sedate,\nprosperous homes, many of them occupied by descendants\nof their builders and as conservatively American as any town\nin New England; there are other streets where decadent\nmansions are rented out in bare floors, even rooms, and house\na curious, secretive and constantly shifting population. Here\none meets wrecks from strange pasts; walking sorrows with\nmemories for companions; eyes that seem looking into graves;\npatrician voices often in strange tongues; beautiful hands in\nold gloves; proud, gray heads under old bonnets. The old\nVillage holding back from the shrieking rush of progress,\nhas an affinity with these aimless, broken beings. They float\nin and out like spoil on the tides.\n\"You mean the people in the house?\" An envious frown\nshot down between her brows. \"They don't try to know\neach other—do they?\"\n\"There are some in the upper rooms that I've not even\nseen; they come and go like the time. You can't help meet-\nin the permanent ones, however, and if you like 'types'\nyou'll enjoy them.\" Miss Onderdonk poured out more tea.\n\"There's a little dressmaker downstairs in the front—Mrs.\nMurray. She's a mixture! Spanish and Irish-American. Her\ngrammar is awful sometimes, and yet she has a streak in\nher that will make her weep over a sonnet or a sunset. On\nthis floor the front parlor is rented to an old German who\nmends violins. If the cupboards and the wardrobe didn't\ndivide him from you, you'd hear a wailing like sick animals.\nHe's always celebrating some anniversary or other and then\nhe nails smilax around the frame of his door and has some"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "171", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nvery old men come to drink coffee with him. Each plays on\nsomething, and all beautifully! Over there\"—She pointed\nacross Mrs. Barrett's head to the big double mahogany doors\n—\"is the back parlor of the house next door, which in its\npalmy days communicated with this as a double mansion.\n\"And in there,\" she said, her eyes brightening like a connois-\nseur's over a treasure, \"divided from you by seven inches of\nold Domingo mahogany that's clamped by rusty bolts which\nhave not budged for twenty years, you have a neighbor who's\nas interesting as many a three-volume novel! Do you read\nthe papers?\" she asked in a sudden way, pointed with mean-\ning.\nIt is a romance of an old neighborhood — a true replica\nof the many romances enacted in the everyday life of our\nvillage. The book is dedicated to John Masefield, the English\npoet who served his apprenticeship in American letters in\nour country right among us as bartender in The Working\nGirls' Home, as it is known to us, or Mr. O'Connor's Colum-\nbian Hotel bar, as it is known to the non-elect that pass daily\nthis memorable landmark in the life of the English poet.\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n■JHERE is nothing startling and unusual about it. No luxur-\nious equipment for the audience. No new color schemes,\nno unexpected effects or revolutionizing stage features, no arch-\nitecture producing optic illusions on the stage. It is a show-\nhouse in the realest sense of the word. A house where something\nis shown. The things which are put on show being the only\nreason for the existence of the house, and its main and sole\nfeature.\nOnly with physical comfort is the human mind susceptible to\nnew impressions, ready to listen, to like or to dislike, to approve\nof or to reject. An unprejudced mind must be housed in a com-\nfortable-feeling, self-unconscious body. Therefore, comfortable\narm-chairs are provided with plenty of room to the right and to\nthe left to enable one to change one's position easily, and plenty\nof space between rows so that the legs do not feel stepmotherly\ntreated.\nThe stage is simple. Just an elevation, with no other purpose\nthan to expose the performers conspicuously to everybody\npresent.\nActing, music, singing and recitation are good as the result of\nbeing themselves. Therefore, stage settings of more or less con-\nspicuous designs, decorations of all kinds, the appliance of the\nscience of stage lighting are only irritating and distractive to the\nattention.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has no competitive\nambitions with professional theatres or showhouses. It has\none purpose and one aim: to give the American composer, the\nAmerican musician, the American playwright and the American"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "172", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npoet, a chance to meet face to face with his supreme critic,\nan American public.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre has one mission: to\ncreate ideas, to give everybody who has something to say, a voice,\nto throw ideas among the masses. If they are worth while, the\nmasses will take care of them. They will be exploited and viewed\nand reviewed, reconstructed and remodeled, and improved, and\nthey will live—live forever.\nIf the ideas are shallow, 110 echo will resound. They will be\nburied in oblivion. The highest and the supremest judgment, the\njudgment that lasts forever and forever is passed by the masses.\nThe masses are composed of thousands of individuals. Every\nindividual has his voice in this court of judgment. Just one in-\ndvidual might tip the balance of all the thousands. To the in-\ndividual must we speak in order to speak to the masses. Just to\nthe one who might find in four or six simple lines of rhythm the\nrevelation of the harmony and the rhythm of his own simple\nlife.\n\nCivilization\nGeorge A.C. Keller\nA FLARE! A roar! A screaming shell!\nA flood of gas! A flame of Hell!\nA lane of death; a slaughtered mass;\nA crimson fortune on the grass.\nA wav'ring cheer! A frantic shout!\nA furious charge! A driven route!\nA silvery note; a sudden stand;\nA gory trembling of the land.\nMad-wheeling horses; racing cars;\nLoud-drumming aeros; fading stars;\nSoft-fingered search-lights, picking out\nThe night-hid legions circling 'bout.\nA weakened front; a break; a drive;\nA flight; a chase; a swarming hive\nOf men gone mad—a murder pen.\nWith men all bent on killing men!\nDay comes:—a thousand funeral fires\nRedden the scene from as many pyres.\nThe dead are ash; the rest still fight—\nFor King and Country; Home and \"Right i\""}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "173", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLashes on the Bare Back for\nNew Jersey Women\nFrom \"The Gentleman's Magazine/\" 1788.\nTHE first settlers of New England made the laws of Moses\nthe groundwork of their constitutions; and often produced\nthem as the highest authority in determining suits in their\ncourts. This respect for the Levitical code will account for\nmany of their ancient laws, which appear repugnant to the\nnatural rights of men, and the feelings of the human heart.\nThe following was the statute of New Jersey restraining\ndrunkenness.\n\"Concerning that beastly vice, drunkenness, it is hereby\nenacted, that if any person be found to be drunk, he shall pay\none shilling fine for the first offence, two shillings for the\nsecond and for the third time, and for every time after, two\nshillings and sixpence; and such as have nothing to pay, shall\nsuffer corporal punishment, and for those that are unruly and\ndisturbers of the peace, they shall be putin the stocks until\nafter they are sober, or during the pleasure of the officer in\nchief in the place where he is drunk.\nQuere. Would not the enforcing of such a statute in modern\ntimes be a ready mode of raising a revenue and discharging\nour public debts?\nAnother law of New Jersey was in these words:\n\"If any man shall absent himself, or run out of this Province\nwith another man's wife (without her husband's consent), and\nafter return hither, he and she so offending and being lawfully\nconvicted thereof, shall each of them receive ten lashes upon\ntheir bare backs.\"\nBy another statute of that colony, every female was forbid\nto marry her grandfather, and every male his grandmother,\nfrom the five and twentieth day of March, one thousand six\nhundred, and eighty and three.\nMany of the laws of that colony appear to be dictated by a\nspirit of piety; yet we find the proprietors not friendly to\nclergymen. Among other instructions from the committee of\nthe proprietors to Governor Basse, dated, London, April 14,\n1698, there is the following:\n7. \"That you do not consent to a law for imposing or\nascertaining the yearly, quarterly or any other salary, tax or\nallowance for the maintenance of any sort of preachers or\nministers of whatsoever persuasion they be of in matters of\nreligion.\"\n\nJames Waldo Fawcett\nDay and the Dawn of Time,\nLove and the Soul of Rhyme,\nNight and the Evening Chime,\nLife!"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "174", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Our Village\n\n| DIDN'T believe my eyes last Friday, but truly and honestly\nit was horse car—one of those old rickety New York\nhorse cars, with chimney sticking out, puffing away white clouds\nlike a peanut roasting machine or the stove of the chestnut seller\non the corner of Thompson street. The horses had bells, the\ndriver a whip and a derby hat with his number stuck 011 the\nfront. Slowly but merrily it moved up Fourth street and passed\nthe Square. I was standing there at the window of my garret,\nthe same window where Lafayette during his last visit to\nNew York in 1824, witnessed the execution of a score of\nhighwaymen on what was then Potters' Field, at the same\nwindow from which a lady an hour ago had called to her foot-\nman to bring her machine around to the entrance. I saw\nthe horse car passing and nobody seemed to pay any attention\nto it, and soon the electric street car passed over the same\nrails, and automobiles hoot-hooted, and the big electric arc\nlight in front of the windows flashed up while the city with\nits gigantic structures back of the arch grew darker and darker.\nIt was night. Naked branches of dark trees right in front of\nthe windows. Here and there a gas lamp, yellow and flickering\nthrough the darkness of bushes and benches and people of the\nSquare. Farther and farther seemed the world with its noise\nand with the modern devices of our days' life. I lighted a candle\nand sat in front of the grate. Winds rattled on my windows\nand swept through the chimney, the broken and dilapidated\nchimney. The wood-work creaked, the wind pressed its way\nthrough the cracks and knot-holes. The tin on the roof rumbled\nand the light of the candle was dancing in merriment, swaying\nrhythmically like a young girl with her hands at her hips,\nlistening to grandmother's sweet melodies.\nI was sitting in my old chair and thinking of the charms\nyou all are deprived of—you who are living in steam-heated,\nelectric-lighted elevator apartments — you who are living in\nhouses with killed souls. Your telephone wires pierce their\nhearts, your steam pipes put them on the bed of Procrustes\nand your tapestry muzzles them.\nAnd on black nights you can hear the wind moaning outside\nin vain asking admission. He can't deliver his messages from\nneighboring souls. It is on those nights that you turn restlessly\nin your bed, listening to strange noises, that you switch on\nyour light and reopen the book you laid away in the evening\n. . . . and you don't know that the house had a soul and\nthat souls come back.\nBut that horse car travels at least once a week through\nGreenwich Village : to keep up the company's franchise.\nColonial Cavaliers\nMr. Edison extended the courtesy of his Little Thimble Theatre\nfor Sunday evening to The National Society of Colonial Cava-\nliers, who will hold here, their annual meeting. Mr. W. Lanier"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "175", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nCorner on Washington Square South and, Thompson Street-\nDrawn by F. Jacoby\n\nWashington, Deputy Palatine General of the National Society\nof Colonial Cavaliers, will give an account of his recent visit\nto Sulgrave Manor, England, the ancestral home of the Wash-\nington s. Mr. Washington is a direct descendant of the Wash-\nington family.\nBruno will tell about the Dutch-German branch of the\nWashington family, a short review of his book under the same\ntitle, published recently by the Historical Society of Chicago.\nA Patriotic Ensemble on the Diamond Disc will conclude the\nyearly meeting.\n\nBruno's Garret\nDjuna Barnes' exhibit of grotesques and arabesques in war\nand peace moods will be tacked to the walls of Bruno's Garret\nuntil November 11th. Saturday afternoon is a poetry reading,\nat which you will be heartily welcome."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "176", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"We of the City\" is the subject of an informal talk\nGuido Bruno will deliver in his garret on Monday evening.\nYou are invited.\n\nSome of Our Aristocrats\nEdward N. Tailer Esq., the Dean of New York Society, has\na remarkable diary of New York Society and the world's cur-\nrent events which he has been keeping for more than half a\ncentury. The diary already fills between fifty and sixty ponderous\nquartos. On each page Mr. Tailer records in handwriting a\nbrief mention of any social function he may have attended, or\nother interesting event in which he has participated, or person\nof note whom he may have met. On the same page, but in\nnewspaper clippings are pasted accounts of important current\nhappenings in town, or in the world at large. Historical societies\ncovet the diary in vain, for it is willed to Mr. Tailer's only son,\nMr. T. Suffern Tailer, who inherits his fathers's fondness for\nfashionable society but not for Washington Square. Mr. Edward\nN. Tailer who is the eldest survivor of the late Mrs. Astor's inti-\nmate coterie, has proved himself to be a shrewd business man.\nbut in late years has devoted himself to the care of the large\ninherited real estate of his own and of his wife, who was a\nMiss Suffern. The mansion, No. 11 Washington Square, has\nbeen in possession of the Suffern family upwards of ninety years\nand is filled with priceless heirlooms. A daughter, Mrs. Robert\nR. Livingston and Robert R. Livingston, who own an extensive\nLivingston estate at Tivoli-on-the-Hudson, pass their winters\nwith Mr. and Mrs. Tailer. Another daughter, Mrs. Burnett, the\nwife of General Henry L. Burnett, former U. S. District At-\ntorney, lives at No. 7 East 12th St. Mrs. Burnett, who is one\nof the grand dames of the Washington Square neighborhood and\ncould head any Salon, is intellectually the most brilliant of Mr.\nTailer's children. Of Mr. and Mrs. Tailer's friends and neigh-\nbors in this old Janborg, who belong to the same great world\nof society, national in fame, of which they have stood for gener-\nations as representative personages, may be cited, the Frank S.\nWitherbees, Lispenard Stewart, the W. Starr Millers, Mrs.\nCadrialader Jones, Mrs. Benjamin C. Porter, Mr. Eugene De-\nlano, Clement C. March, Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Guinness, Capt.\nand Mrs. Philip M. Lydig, Mrs. Ambrose Spencer, Clinton Spen-\ncer, the Charles de Rhams, and the Schermerhorns of University\nPlace. Families in the Washington Square neighborhood, who\nwere received by the late Mrs. Astor, have it jotted down in\nitalics in their mental note books and those who are eligible\nto pass muster in Mrs. Ogden Mills' drawing room, the most\nexclusive in town today, are equally aware of this cachet.\nThe Rev. Charles W. Nauman, the genial clergyman who lives\nat No. 35 Fifth Avenue, has just been appointed a curate of\nthe Church of the Ascension. Mr. Nauman is an excellent ser-\nmonizer and reader of the service ultra-conservative, has not the\nsocial uplift spirit and is not a parish visitor. His charming wife\nis a Vassar graduate, but free from the angels which bristle\non some college-bred women."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "177", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMrs. Rozel Oertel Butler, painter of America's deserts and\nBad Lands, is back to the city, occupying her old grand quarters\non Washington Square. Mrs. Butler's studio was during the\npast season a musical centre on the Square, and her exhibition\nin the Ehrich Galleries was followed quickly by exhibitions in\nseveral cities of the country.\nRaising fishes—all kinds of fishes, is the hobby and favorite\npastime of Miss Mildred Snider. She has hundreds of them—\n648, to be exact, and new ones are being daily hatched. And\nMiss Snider is not an old maid by any means, and no crank\neither. It is just her hobby and she assures that her fish are\nall high and well-bred. She keeps them in three rooms, in big and\nin small tanks.\nMr. Camoin, of the famous 42 on the Square, just finished\nan operetta, both score and script. Its scene is laid in Green-\nwich Village; its time is today. It pictures life on the Square\nas it is. Soon it will be seen on Broadway.\nBenjamin Benn opened a Sunday drawing and painting class\nin his studio at 244 East 23rd Street, and he will be glad to\nextend the courtesy of his studio to all those who are interested.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nTo write a historical drama while the history is being made\nby one's contemporaries is a superhuman task. The dramatization\nof the Napoleonic wars by men who had been eye-witnesses\nproved worthless in years to come, from the standpoint of the\nartist, at least. It takes the sane mind of a critic above the\nonly too human emotions of the actors in this bloody drama in\nEurope to write one for the stage. Leonidas Andreief, moved by\nthe suffering of Belgium, by the terrible scenes he witnessed,\nwrote a drama, published recently in English translation, by\nThe Duffield Company. It is not Andreief's calling to write\nplays.\nThe Minaret\nIt seems a new renaissance of the one man magazine devoted\nto literature and art is breaking in all parts of the country.\nWashington contributed this week its share, Mr. Herbert\nBruncken's new magazine, \"The Minaret,\" which carries on\nits first page the aims and the confessions of its editor.\n\"We are not Cubists, Futurists, or Imaginists. We do not\npretend to stand for the past or future, but for the present.\nWe have a single aim, and that is to produce a magazine that\nwe hope will appeal to those who are fond of good literature.\nIn a word, we are Americans interested in the literature of our\nown country, but we believe that by publishing in this magazine,\nin the future, translations of the modern French and German\npoets, we are enriching our own literature.\""}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "178", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue).\n\nThe Colonnade\nThe October number of this \"Fireside Magazine\" is a romance\nnumber. The Colonnade is published by the Andiron Club\nof New York, an association of forty-three members—writers,\nuniversity instructors, musicians, artists—who meet fortnightly\naround an open fire for the purpose of reading and discussing\nthe contributions submitted for publication in the Club's\nmagazine.\nMr. John W. Draper, the poet, is its editor.\nWe of the City\n£LEM YORE is the remancier of Chicago's slum life. He\nsees the romance in the existence of creatures whose\nwalk through life is an eternal \"move on.\" For the woman\nwho sells her body he feels that pity which is hungrily sought\nafter by the poor creature and which makes her feel like a\nhuman being. For the bum, the roamer, and the rowdy, he\nhas words of encouragement which are free from the bitter\nsting of accusation.\nHe is merciless towards those whom he makes responsible\nfor these spoiled lives—the men and women who lead the evil\nlife in secret and cover it up by charitable activity in public.\nThe Lusitania's Last Voyage\nCharles E. Lauriat, Jr., a well-known business man of Boston,\nwho was a passenger on the Lusitania when she was torpedoed\nby a German submarine, has written an account of the disaster\nwhich will be published by Houghton Mifflin Company, the 16th\nof this month under the title The Lusitania's Last Voyage.\n\nThe Third\nA Story from Warsaw's Latin Quarter\nBy Henry Sienkiewicz\nTranslated by Guido Bruno\n\nWe both are listening . . . not a sound!\n\"Didn't you hear anything?\"\n\"No!\"\n\"We're in a nice fix! It must be hundreds of yards deep!\"\n\"Try it again.\"\nSwiatecki takes another bigger stone and throws it down.\nNo echo.\nThere is nothing doing. We have to sit there until early in\nmorning. Swiatecki tries a few more stones, but all is\nfutile. One hour after the other passes. I hear Swiatecki's\nvoice.\n\"Wladek! Don't fall asleep! .... do you have a cigarette ?\"\nI have cigarettes, but we neither of us have a match. We\nare desperate. It isn't later than one hour after midnight.\nA fine rain starts to fall. All around us imperturbable\ndarkness. I feel that we who are always living among peoples"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "179", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\njust the same whether in the city or in the country, have not\nthe slightest conception of what quietness is. Because the\nquietness which surrounds us now roars almost in our ears.\nI almost hear how the blood circulates in my veins and I\ndistinctly hear the palpitating of my heart. At first I found\nthe entire situation interesting. In the pitch dark night, next\nto a deep abyss, on the ridge of a mountain—it was quite\nromantic. But soon it grows cold, and Swiatecki starts to\nphilosophize: \"What's life anyhow? Just bunk— They say:\nArt! Art! .... just a cheap imitation of nature, and\nabove all meanness .... haven't I seen twice the Salon ?\nThere they sent so many pictures that one could have manu-\nfactured out of all that canvas straw ticks for all the in-\nhabitants of the world. And what was that all? Made to order!\nA speculation to fill pocket and stomach. An anarchy of art!\nNothing more! If art, real art had been there, everyone would\nhave been stricken with paralysis. But to their good fortune,\nreal art isn't at all in this world. . . . there is only nature.\nPossibly, that nature is nothing, too, but humbug . . . the\nbest would be to jump down and all would be over. I would\nsurely do it if I had some brandy, but as I have none, I have\nto refrain myself; because I swore that I won't end sober.\"\nI was more or less accustomed to Swiatecki's babble, but\nhere in the midst of the quietness the destitution, the cold, the\ndarkness and on the edge of an abyss, his words made even\nme gloomy. Fortunately, his raving was at an end. He threw\na few more stones, repeated a few times: \"Not a sound.\" And\nwe both were silent for hours.\nAnd then it began to dawn. It was still dark and I could\nsee nothing. I heard the rushing of birds' wings above my\nhead. I distinctly heard crowing. I was sure it must be\neagles flying above the abysses; the crowing became more\nintense in the darkness. It sounded as if legions of eagles had\nassembled above our heads. Anyhow it meant the approach of\nthe morn.\nSoon I could distinguish my own hands resting on the edge of\nthe mountain and soon the shoulders of Swiatecki, like black\nsilhouettes against a less black background. This background\nturned visibly pale, a wonderful pale gray tone started to shimmer\nthrough the mountains which penetrates more and more the\ndarkness as if a silver fluid had been spilled over all saturating\neverything, fading from black to gray and from gray into a\npearl color. A wet acerbity was over all. Not only the mountains\nwere wet but also the air.\nIt grew clearer and clearer. I am absorbed in this wonderful\ncolor scheme of nature. I am trying to retain the colors in\nmy mind. A loud exclamation of Swiatecki interrupted me:\n\"What asses we were!\" His back vanishes from my eyes,\n\"Swiatecki,\" I exclaimed, \"What are you doing?\"\n\"Don't scream, just look!\"\nI lean over, and what do I see? I am sitting on a rock\nand about a yard below me are pastures. Dense moss dampened"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "180", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe echo of the stones. The pastures are lying there like a\ncarpet. Far off, near a cross way is a flock of crows which\nI had taken for eagles. We should just have jumped down\nfrom our rocks and could have reached home in a very simple\nway. And we had sat there all night, freezing and desperate!\nI don't know why this incident which had happened a year\nand a half before crossed my mind while I waited in our studio\nthe arrival of the landlord.\nThis reminiscence gave me a new courage and bravely I said\nto Swiatecki:\n\"Do you remember, Antek, how we thought once that we\nwere sitting at the edge of an abyss and how in reality a nice-\npathway was right in front of us? The same might happen\nright now. Just now we are poor as a church mouse. The\nlandlord may come and throw us out of our studio, and still\neverything may happen quite differently. Isn't it possible that\nan unhoped for sluice will open up for us the way that leads\nstraight to glory and gold? .\nSwiatecki was sitting at the tick putting on his shoes\nmumbling that only he is sensible who has the courage to\nhang himself and that the only reason why he hadn't done it him-\nself up to now was the fact that he was not only the biggest\nliving ass, but also a low-hearted coward.\nMy optimistic remark interrupted his musings and he looked\nat me with his big carp's eyes:\n\"Of course, you have very good reasons to be happy; yesterday\nSuslowski threw you out of his house and out of the heart of his\ndaughter and today the landlord will tell you to get out of the\nstudio.\"\nIt was true, Swiatecki was right. Three days ago I still had\nbeen the fiance of Kazzia Suslowska and Tuesday morning I\nwas the recipient of the following letter from her father:\n\"Dear Sir:\nFollowing the parental admonitions, our daughter consented\nto break off an association which would have brought her\nonly unhappiness. Well would she always have found a hiding-\nplace at the bosom of her mother and under the roof of her\nfather, but it is just up to us, her parents, to prevent such an\nextremity of the case. Not only your financial position, but\nalso your frivolous character which you did not succeed in\nhiding from our eyes caused us and our daughter to give you\nback your word and to break off any further relations with you.\nBut what otherwise does not diminish our fondness for you.\nRespectfully,\nEx-President of the Former Treasury Commission.\"\nSuch was the letter.\nThat my finances could not induce a dog to leave his warm\nplace behind the oven, I have to partly acknowledge. But what\nthis pathetic monkey wanted with my character, I don't know.\n(To be continued)\n\nHeliodor Suslowski"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "181", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nSparrows' Chirps\nBy D. Molby\nfHE sparrow is a much better bird than he is usually given\ncredit for. He does not have any rich colors in his feathers\nso that people will want to wear them on their hats, and he\nmay not have any other practical use, but he is a good song\nbird. In the summer, there are so many other birds around\nthat people are prejudiced in favor of, that the sparrow doesn't\nget any notice. But in the winter he is the principal bird.\nIt is fortunate for him that he does not know what the\npeople think of him. He feels that he is just as good a bird\nas there is in the world, and when all the other birds have\ngone south to where it is warm, the sparrow gets up in a big\ntree that has lost all its leaves and stands there in the wind and\nsings. He sings with all his might. He sees that the people\nneed song, and he stays so there will be someone to give it to\nthem. The passers-by and the people in the houses near the tree\nmay think the sound is shrill and only a noise, but this doesn't\ninterfere with the sparrow—he knows it is a song. And when\nhe sings it, he is happy.\nHe does not sing his song just to hear himself, else he would\nsit in his nest at home and do it. And he doesn't sing it with\nthe idea that he will get something to eat. It is just pastime\nfor him and he does it because he likes to and assumes that it\nis appreciated. This attitude is so good that, regardless of the\nquality of the song, the sparrow himself should be respected\nand made more of.\n\nRichard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nNo argument was put up, neither mother nor wife ever\ninterrupted his explanations and ambitions with the question:\n\"And what shall we live on ? With what shall we pay rent and\nbuy the daily bread?\"\nThey endured the hardships, made him comfortable exercising\nconstant self-denial, kept away from the room where he worked,\nwhere he dreamed the reality of life.\nAnd these two women justly participate in the gratefulness\nthe German nation owes Richard Wagner.\nWagner loved animals. Eighteen years his dumb friend,\nPeps, was his steady companion. It is not surprising that a\nman like Wagner, living in his own world, living in his own\nthoughts and working towards a purpose, the ultimate goal\nof which was known to him only and not understood by his\nfellow men, was in spasmodic intervals possessed by the mood\nto be affectionate to caress someone, to talk kindly and child-\nishly to some being.\nWhen he is in the mood to give he is not necessarily in a\nmood to receive and the same man who felt like bestowing"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "182", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be Continued)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly, by Charles Edison and\nEdited and written by Guid© Bruno, 58 Washington Square,\nNew York City. Subscription $1 a year.\nApplications for entry as second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending.\n\nupon someone, following a momentary impulse, would have\nfelt uncomfortably embarrassed if his caresses had been re-\nturned. -\nIt was a healthy egotism, here as always in Wagner's lift. He\nknew others would not and could not understand him and so ha\ndid not expect an answer when he spoke.\nHe was happy when he could give and could impress.\nAdmiration to him was the only possible and expected answer.\nA vivid illustration: Minna patiently trains the parrot her\nhusband received as a present to say:\n\"Wagner is a great man.\"\nAnd the composer is happy over his new admirer, places his\ncage near the piano, feeds him every morning, talks to him when\nhe does not feel satisfied with his own work and smiles with the\nparrot's interjections which sound like the soothing voice of the\none who understands and whom Wagner never found:\n\"Never mind; just go back to your work and try it again.\nWagner is a great man.\"\nWAGNER had read Shakespeare in English, the Greek dra-\nmas in Greek. After his mother had gone back to their original\nhome town, Leipzig, where two of her daughters were actresses\nof note he frequently attended the theatre. He became ac-\nquainted with the German stage of his day. He realized the\ndifferences between the favorites he loved so dearly and the\nFrench importations the average playgoer seemed to enjoy.\n\"If the German nation had a national drama,\" he mused,\n\"they never would listen to these artless and low works of men\nwho had nothing else in view than to make money with their\nproducts.\"\nThe drama of a nation, he persistently contended, was a faith-\nful mirror of the people. Where the tone of a drama was base,\nthe people would be found degraded through their own acts or\nthe superior force of others. The idea of a national drama for\nhis fatherland possessed him. He longed to lift the German drama\nfrom its miserable condition and his model was\"the noble, per-\nfect, grand and heroic tragedy of the Hellenes.\"\nHe had received piano lessons in the school but he never\nmastered the technique of an average pianist. He loved Weber,\nthe composer of Germany's revolutionary songs, and he admired\nBeethoven."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "[183]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151106-01.1.18", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:15 p. m.\nThursday,\nFriday,\n3 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nA little Pilgrimage to the home\nand workshop of Stephen\nCollins Foster.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nA little Pilgrimage of the home\nand workshop of Stephen\nCollins Foster.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge.\nWho Wrote Our National Home Songs?\n\"Way Down upon the Swaneo\nRiver,\" \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collins Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to the Matinee on Monday or Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}