{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_sha256": "260c2a6aa71951571ffaea503f938539175434c4539b0c78d55313ebe28d7070", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/20_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/20_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Aubfey Beardsley", "titre_sommaire": "Aubfey Beardsley", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 105, "fin_caractere_exclue": 121, "texte": "Aubfey Beardsley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[207]", "page_fin": "[207]", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Bells", "titre_sommaire": "Bells", "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": "[207]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 110, "fin_caractere_exclue": 115, "texte": "Bells"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[207]", "page_fin": "209", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Stage Coaches and Prisons", "titre_sommaire": "Stage Coaches and Prisons", "signature_source": "Thomas A. Janvier", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[207]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 117, "fin_caractere_exclue": 514, "texte": "Stage Coaches and Prisons\n\nSIMULTANEOUSLY with thef founding of the country-seats\nat Greenwich, two small settlements of a humbler sort\nwere formed on the shore of the North River in that region.\nOne of these, known as Lower Greenwich, was at the foot of\nBrannan (now Spring) Street, and the other, known as\nUpper Greenwich, was at the foot of what now is Christopher\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "208", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3125, "texte": "Street and then was the Skinner Road. Of this latter an\nentire block still remains: the row of low wooden houses on\nWest Street between Christopher and Tenth, of which the\nbest view is from Wefehawken Street in the rear. These\nhouses were standing, certainly, as far back as 1796—as is\nshown on the Commissioners' map by the indentation to ac-\ncommodate them upon the State-prison property acquired in\nthat year. Probably they are the? houses indicated on\nthe Ratzen Map as standing at this point one hundred and\ntwenty-six years ago.\nThe building of the State-prison brought to the upper village\nwhat might have been called—could the use of the word\nhave been anticipated by four-fifths of a century—a boom.\nAs passed, the act of Assembly of March 26, 1796, provided for\nthe erection of two prisons, one in Albany and one in New York;\nbut a subsequent modification of the act applied the entire sum\nappropriated—about $200,000—t0 the erection of a single building\nhere. The prison stood at the foot of Amos (now Tenth)\nStreet, on the site occupied by the existing brewery, into the\nstructure of which (as may be seen just inside the Tenth\nStreet entrance) have been incorporated parts of the old walls.\nThe building—2oo feet long, with wings extending from it at\nright angles toward the river—stood in grounds of about four\nacres in extent, the whole enclosed by a stone wall twenty-two\nfeet high on the side toward the river, and fourteen feet\nhigh elsewhere.\nThe prison was opened November 28, 1797, when seventy\nprisoners were transferred thither, and it continued in use a\nlittle more than thirty years. The male prisoners were trans-\nferred to Sing Sing in 1828, and the female prisoners in the\nspring of 1829—when the entire property was sold into private\nhands. This was one of the first prisons in which convicts\nwere taught trades; but for a long while the more conspicuous\nresults of this benevolent system—a feature of which was the\nassembling together of the prisoners in large work-rooms, with\nconsequent abundant opportunities for concocting conspiracies—\nwere dangerous plots and mutinous outbreaks. In June 1799,\nfifty or sixty men revolted and seized their keepers; and not\nuntil the guards opened fire on them with ball cartridge—by\nwhich several were wounded, though none were killed—was the\nmutiny quelled. In April 1803 about forty men broke from the\nprison to the prison-yard, and, after setting fire to the building,\nattempted to scale the walls; and again the guards came with\ntheir muskets and compelled order—this time killing as well as\nwounding—while the keepers put out the fire. In May 1804,\na still more dangerous revolt occurred. On this occasion the\nkeepers were locked into the north wing of the building, which\nthen was fired. Fortunately, according to a contemporaneous\naccount, \"one more humane than the rest released the keepers\nbut the north wing was destroyed, involving a loss of $25,000,\nand in the confusion many of the prisoners escaped. A long\nsigh of thankfulness must have gone up from Greenwich when\nthis highly volcanic institution became a thing of the past."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "209", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3025, "texte": "Yet the people of Greetawich were disposed to feel a certain\npride in their penal establishment, and to treat it as one of\nthe attractions of their town—as appears from the following\nadvertisement of the Greenwich Hotel in The Columbian of\nSeptember 18, 1811:\n\"A few gentlemen may be accommodated with board and lodging\nat this pleasant and healthy situation, a few door* from the State\nPrison. The Greenwich stage passes from this to the Federal Hall and\nreturns five times a day.\"\nA little later, 1816, Asa Hall's line of stages was running\nwith departures from Greenwich on the even hours and from\nNew York, at Pine Strefet and Broadway, on the uneven hours\nall day. The custom was to send to the stage office to engage\na seat to town; and then the stage would call for the passenger,\nannouncement befing made of its approach—so that the pas-\nsenger might be ready and no time lost—by noble blasts upon a\nhorn. The fare each way was twenty-five cents. One of the\nfreshest and most delightful of my old gentlemen remembers it\nall as clearly as though it were but yesterday—beginning with\nhis mother's brisk, \"Now Dan, run up to Asa's and tell him\nto send the eight-o'clock stage here;\" continuing with a faint\nburst of horn-blowing in the distance which grefw louder and\nlouder until it stopped with a flourish at the very door; and\nending with the stage disappearing, to the accompaniment of a\ngallant tooting growing fainter and fainter, in a cloud of\ndust down the country road.\nThis country road was the present Gretenwich Street south\nof Leroy. It was on Leroy Street that my old gentleman\nlived, seventy years and more ago, and all about his home were\nopen fieflds. Eastward the view was unobstructed quite across\nto Washington Square—as he knows positively because he re-\nmembers seeing from his own front stoop the gallows which\nwas set up (near the present Washington Arch) for the exe-\ncution of one Rose Butler, a negro wench who was hanged for\nmurder in the year 1822.\nSouth of Leroy Street was open country as far as Canal\nStreet, \"and probably farther;\" but my gentleman is less cer-\ntain, because there was no convenient gallows in that direction\nto fix a limit to his view. On this head, however, there is\nabundant evidence. Mr. Peter Gassner, treating of a period a\nlittle earlier—about the year 1803—writes: \"Corri, another\nFrenchman, had a mead-garden and flying-horses on the emi-\nnence between Franklin and Leonard streets. It was at least\nfifty feet from (above) the road. You got to it by wooden\nstairs; and, when up, would overlook the space to Greenwich—\nnothing occupying the space until you met Borrowson's and old\nTyler's, both mead-gardens and taverns.\" thef precise Mr.\nJohn Randel, Jun.—engineer to the Commissioners by whom\nwas prepared, under the act of April 13, 1807, the present City\nPlan—writes that in 1809 hef crossed the ditch at Canal Street\non a wooden plank and walked thence nearly the whole distance\nto Christopher Street through open fields.\n\nThomas A. Janvier."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "210", "page_fin": "210", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Why the Thimble Theatre?", "titre_sommaire": "Why the Thimble Theatre?", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1088, "texte": "Why the Thimble Theatre?\nfHE American showhouses and music halls cannot lend them-\nselves to experiments. High prices of admission are being\ncharged and therefore only the very best is being given in ex-\nchange, or, something insignificant in a wonderfully bewitching\nand most costly garment. There is the grand opefra, composed\nof the most accomplished musicians in the orchestra, of the\nworld's wonders of human voices, and there is the made-to-order,\nmeasured-to-the-body of the Broadway-star musical comedy, in\nreality but an exponent of the most intricate stage tricks, of the\nart of the theatrical dressmaker and of human beauty.\nThe composer, the playwright, the musician, have very little\nor no chance. The theatrical producer cannot give them a\nchance to get a hearing as long as the playwright's name or the\nmusician's name is not so firmly established that a fiasco would\nbe out of question.\nThe performances in the Little Thimble Theatre are proving\ndoubt that Mr. Edison's optimism regarding both the\nauditorium and American creators of music is well founded."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "210", "page_fin": "211", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Being the Diary of Muriel Ciolkowska, Paris Correspondent of the \"Egoist,\" London, of One Year Ago", "titre_sommaire": "Being the Diary of Muriel Ciolkowska, Paris Correspondent of the \"Egoist,\" London, of One Year Ago", "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": "210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1090, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2737, "texte": "Fighting Paris\nBeing the Diary of Muriel Ciolkowska, Paris Correspondent of\nthe \"Egoist,\" London, of One Year Ago\n\nNovember 22., 1914—Thermometer below freezing point. Each\none makes comment: \"Cold weather for our soldiers.\" Not\na shop or conveyance you go into but the remark occurs and\noften you are asked: \"And you, have you any one there?\"\nNovember 23.—The papers are crowded with recriminations\nagainst official administration. Bureaucracy in France seems to\nbe an incurable evil.\nMr, E. R. 8., the Swiss composer, tells me that Richard\nStrauss, having refused to sign the intellectuals' manifesto, giv-\ning as excuse that politics are not his profession, is being vio-\nlently attacked for his abstention by the German Press. The\nmost difficult people to reach just now are those unfortunates\nwho are confined in the districts still occupied by the German\nforces. Thus, if you require to write to some one!, presumably\nat Lille, you must address your communication (post-card only)\nvia Pontarlier and Bale. Another solution is to send the com-\nmunication care? of the Spanish Consul at The Hague, or the\nFrench Consul at Maestricht. There is no one so far away from\nthe rest of the world as these. M. Guy-Charles Cros, that gifted\npoet, has been taken prisoner while fighting in Belgium.\nNovember 23.—Herr Richard Strauss has fallen between two\nstools. The French won't believe he abstained from signing the\nmanifesto for other than venal motives. The Intransigeanfs\ninterpretation, for instance, is that an author's copyright lasts\nfor twenty years more after his death in France than in Ger-\nmany.\nNovember 27.—M. G. C. was enrolled to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "211", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1122, "texte": "November 28.—\"Courrier Theatral: au Theatre Music-Hall du\nMoulin Rouge. .. Tipperary Girls, clowns Dario eft Cerratto .. . ;\nle Thefatre Albert Ist; Theatre Beige; Nouveau-Theatre; Con-\ncert Mayol.\" This is from to-day's paper, being the first! theat-\nrical announcement since the mobilisation. So Paris is becoming\nherself again! The people? who can't live without theatres (and\nthose who live by them) are having their way on condition that\n15 per cent, of the booking refceipts be given to charitable funds.\nThe Academie des Inscriptions et Belles Lettrefs has, by a\nmajority of twenty-eight votes against six, defcided not to strike\noff its associates and corresponding members of Germany nation-\nality. And the Liberie calls this example on the part of the\nsavants of France—unique in the group of five societies forming\nthe Institute—a mistake?. Must all Germany and every German\nbe held responsible for little children's mutilated hands, home-\nless families, orphans, widows, the destruction of Ypres, Lou-\nvain, Rheims, etc., and the promised threatened destruction of\nBrussels? Perhaps, after all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "210", "page_fin": "211", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.5.1", "titre_corps": "November 22., 1914—Thermometer below freezing point. Each", "titre_sommaire": "November 22., 1914—Thermometer below freezing point. Each", "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": "210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1205, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2737, "texte": "November 22., 1914—Thermometer below freezing point. Each\none makes comment: \"Cold weather for our soldiers.\" Not\na shop or conveyance you go into but the remark occurs and\noften you are asked: \"And you, have you any one there?\"\nNovember 23.—The papers are crowded with recriminations\nagainst official administration. Bureaucracy in France seems to\nbe an incurable evil.\nMr, E. R. 8., the Swiss composer, tells me that Richard\nStrauss, having refused to sign the intellectuals' manifesto, giv-\ning as excuse that politics are not his profession, is being vio-\nlently attacked for his abstention by the German Press. The\nmost difficult people to reach just now are those unfortunates\nwho are confined in the districts still occupied by the German\nforces. Thus, if you require to write to some one!, presumably\nat Lille, you must address your communication (post-card only)\nvia Pontarlier and Bale. Another solution is to send the com-\nmunication care? of the Spanish Consul at The Hague, or the\nFrench Consul at Maestricht. There is no one so far away from\nthe rest of the world as these. M. Guy-Charles Cros, that gifted\npoet, has been taken prisoner while fighting in Belgium.\nNovember 23.—Herr Richard Strauss has fallen between two\nstools. The French won't believe he abstained from signing the\nmanifesto for other than venal motives. The Intransigeanfs\ninterpretation, for instance, is that an author's copyright lasts\nfor twenty years more after his death in France than in Ger-\nmany.\nNovember 27.—M. G. C. was enrolled to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "211", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1122, "texte": "November 28.—\"Courrier Theatral: au Theatre Music-Hall du\nMoulin Rouge. .. Tipperary Girls, clowns Dario eft Cerratto .. . ;\nle Thefatre Albert Ist; Theatre Beige; Nouveau-Theatre; Con-\ncert Mayol.\" This is from to-day's paper, being the first! theat-\nrical announcement since the mobilisation. So Paris is becoming\nherself again! The people? who can't live without theatres (and\nthose who live by them) are having their way on condition that\n15 per cent, of the booking refceipts be given to charitable funds.\nThe Academie des Inscriptions et Belles Lettrefs has, by a\nmajority of twenty-eight votes against six, defcided not to strike\noff its associates and corresponding members of Germany nation-\nality. And the Liberie calls this example on the part of the\nsavants of France—unique in the group of five societies forming\nthe Institute—a mistake?. Must all Germany and every German\nbe held responsible for little children's mutilated hands, home-\nless families, orphans, widows, the destruction of Ypres, Lou-\nvain, Rheims, etc., and the promised threatened destruction of\nBrussels? Perhaps, after all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "211", "page_fin": "212", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "This Week's Performance in Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "This Week's Performance 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": 6, "page_imprimee": "211", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1124, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2660, "texte": "This Week's Performance in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nMatinees\nTHE little journeys to the homes of composers of national\nmusic led the audience of the Little Thimble Theatre\nlast Monday to the? creator of German national music—Richard\nWagner. Miss Addie Galva, who came recently to New York to\nenter upon an operatic career, sang parts from Lohrengrin,\nTannhaueser and Rienzi. The overtures and most important\nmotifs from Rienzi, Richard Wagner's first success and the key\nto Wagner, the man, were re-created on the Diamond Disc\nThursday afternoon, the journey to Wagner was repeated. Next\nweek a visit will be? paid to Stephens Collins Foster, the com-\nposer of the best-known American national home songs.\nThe Evening Performances\n•THAT wonderful poem of Heinrich Heine, \"The Two\n\" Grenadiers,\" the music composed by Schumann, is one\nnumber on the program of Harry S. Mitchell, a very promising\nbaritone, who will make his first appearance before a New York\npublic, on Thursday evening.\nThe best beloved and the most hated of the poets of Germany\nis Heinrich Heine. He is one of the few men of the last century\nwho felt it their mission to bring Germany and France nearer\nto each other. He loved France the sentiment expressed\nby his Grenadiers we also find in his last will, in which h&\nmade the request to be buried in the soil of France. Interpreta-\ntions of Mozart and of Fontenailles conclude Mr. Mitchell's\nEbtfrth, mezzo-soprano, who completed her musical\neducation in Brooklyn and aims to become a concert singer,"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "212", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1088, "texte": "will sing an aria from \"Samson et Dalila/' and songs by Charles\nWakefield Cadman and by C. J. Bond.\nMr. Anthony Ewer is the singer of Hood River Valley, in the\nOregon country, and takes us into a comparatively new corner\nof the United States. \"It may be that somewhere in this wide,\nwide world there is a more beautiful valley than ours,\" says\nMr. Ewer, who recently came from Oregon to New York, \"but\nwe of our valley do not think so. There is so much to be told\nof this rugged and beautiful place if you have a mind to listen.\nIn the \"Coast and other Earth Rhymes,\" the uninitiated aref taken\ninto the green room of the great fruit-growing industry of the\nNorthwest. And there is humor to be gleaned from the lowly\nanimals of 'our valley.' Not that they differ from the animals\nof any other valley : simply they happen to be on the ground.\"\nMr. Anthony Ewer, who has identified himself during the last\nfew years as a writer of humorous verse accompanied by his own\nwhimsical drawings, appears with his \"Rhymes of Our Valley,\"\nfor the first time in a more serious strain."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "212", "page_fin": "213", "image_debut": 7, "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Chocolate Chips", "titre_sommaire": "Chocolate Chips", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "212", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1090, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2801, "texte": "Chocolate Chips\nMY little boy love?s good chocolate chips better than anything\nelse in the world. My husband brought a big five-pound\npackage of chocolates home. The? child doesn't leave my sight\nuntil I open the much-promising box.\n\"All right,\" I said to the little epicure, showing him the rows\nof chocolates put up in neat doilies and wrappers of all colors.\n\"Every day you shall receive on£ of the sweet-meats.\"\nPunctually every day my little boy reminds me of my promise\nand I see the chocolate chip disappear in his little cherry mouth.\nOne day he discovers among the chocolates a little paper\nhand-bag with small gold handles:\n\"I'll open it and see what's inside,\" he said.\n\"And eat it up\"—l finish in my thoughts.\nAloud I say; \"Freddie, I'll give you the nice little bag. You\ncan make a present of it to your doll, or you can keelp it your-\nself. But you must not untie it. Look, how nice it is!\" That's\nwhat I said to my three-year-old dolly.\nThe next day as he came for his chocolate installment I\nasked about the hand-bag: \"Dolly has it on hefr arm and I'll\ntake her out shopping.\n\"May I untie it to-day, morning, please?\"\nI knew how hard he would take me now, but I insist. He\nlooks just a little bit disappointed but promises bravely to\ntake good care of the? hand-bag.\nThe next day the hand-bag disappeared. lam surprised. I\nask where it is. The dear little face is flaming red: \"I don't\nknow where the little? hand-bag is, mother. ... I took\ndolly shopping and she must have lost it. . . . .\"\nI look sharply into his blue eyes. Is he lying? I have a\nreproving word on the tip of my tongue. But a look in the big\npure eyes of my child keeps it back. I do not have the courage\nto say the ugly word."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "213", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2044, "texte": "Does the child know at all what a lie is? Did he ever hear\nthat word and does he know what it means. The big eyes are\nclear and pure.\nAnd I do not find the courage to speak about it living the\nfollowing days even after the hand-bag seems to have? gone\nforever.\n*$* * *\nThey took my child. The physicians were afraid to leave\nthe boy near his consumptive mother. My child is with strangers\n—kind dear people, but they are strangers still the same. I am\nrummaging around in the drawers of the nursery. I hug the\nlittle dress and aprons left behind. Igo through all their\npockets, I empty them: little stones, papers in all colors, bottles:\nbuilding-stones of this life of play. I am playing again those\nplays and sweet foolishness of the child: my own life!, my past—\nwithout my child. Most lamentable philosophy, the pining\nawakening to reality!\nThere hangs the little blue linen suit. Freddie used to wear\nit on his morning walk in Central Park. On his return his\nlittle pocket used to look like a big bag. Heavy with stones.\nAnd then we unpacked them, big stones, small stones, round\nstones, stones with corners—a world for the soul of a child.\nThe little suit feels very heavy. There still must be stones in\nthe pockets . . . And while I am thinking of my child with\nhis happy smiling blue eyes and playing with him in my thoughts,\ngiving each stone a name, I feel something sticky between my\nfingers ,\n\"Freddie, darling, why aren't you here now? That I could\nput my hands around your blonde head! Look here, Freddie,\nhere is the little hand-bag with its gold handles and in it the\nchocolate chips. It is found! Here, in the pocket of your\nlittle blue linen suit, deep down in its depth under many stones,\ncrushed and sticky. And dolly didn't lose It on her shopping\ntour as you thought weeks ago.\n\"Dear little soul, your eyes did not lie—l am so happy!\n\"And I am so happy—l bury my head in the pillows of my\nbed and I find the tears, the tears I had wished for all these\ndays and which didn't want to come.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "213", "page_fin": "214", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Musings on Myself", "titre_sommaire": "Musings on Myself", "signature_source": "Napoleon Bonaparte", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "213", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2046, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2514, "texte": "Musings on Myself\nBy Napoleon Bonaparte\nI AM the State! What is the throne?—a bit of wood gilded\nand covered with velvet I am the State. I alone am here\nthe representative of the people. Even if I had done wrong\nyou should not have reproached me in public—people wash their\ndirty linen at home. France has more need of me than of\nFrance.\nI believe Nature calculated me? for great reverses. I have a\nsoul of marble.\nI was born and created for work ... I am conscious of"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "214", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2398, "texte": "no limit to the work I can get through. From my first career,\nI have always commanded myself.\nA man like me is always either a god or a devil.\nNothing has been more simple than my elevation. It was\nnot the result of intrigue or of crime. It was owing to the\npeculiar circumstances of the times, and because I fought\nsuccessfully against the enemies of my country. What is more\nextraordinary, and unparalleled in history, is, that I rose from\nbeing a private person to the astonishing height of power I\npossessed, without having committed a single crime to obtain it.\nPresence of mind after midnight is so complete with me,\nthat if I am awakened by sudden circumstances, I am wide\nawake; I get up so that no one can guess by the; state of my\neyes if I have just been asleep, and my dictation is as fresh\nas at any given moment of the day.\nOne of my grand objects was to render education accessible\nto everybody. I caused every institution to be formed upon a\nplan which offered instruction to the public, either gratis or at\na rate so moderate as not to be? beyond the means of the\npeasant. The museums were thrown open to the canaille. My\ncanaille would have become the best educated in the world.\nAll my exertions were directed to illuminate the mass of the\nnation instead of brutifying them by ignorance and superstition.\nIn spite of all the libels I have no fear whatever about my\nname. Posterity will do me justice?. The truth will be known,\nand the good that I have done will be compared with the faults\nI have committed. I am not uneasy for the result. Had I\nsucceeded, I should have died with the reputation of the great-\nest man that ever existed. As it is, although I have failed, I\nshall be considered as an extraordinary man. My elevation\nwas unparalleled, because unaccompanied by crime. I have\nfought fifty pitched battles, almost all of which I have gained.\nI have framed and carried into effect a code of laws that will\nbear my name to the most distant posterity. From nothing\nI raised myself to be the most powerful monarch in the world.\nEurope was at my feet. My ambition was great, but it was\nof cold nature, caused by events and the opinion of great\nbodies.\nWhat I have done will never perish. Twelve hundred years\nhence my name will be mentioned with respect, while those of\nmy oppressors will be unknown or only known by being loaded\nwith infamy and opprobrium."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "214", "page_fin": "214", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Hors d' Oeuvre", "titre_sommaire": "Hors d' Oeuvre", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "214", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2400, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2575, "texte": "Hors d' Oeuvre\nTom Sleeper.\nI rarely care to eat my shoes\nOr mix corn starch or pickles with my boose\nKY>r yet to munch a salad dressed with rope\nBut I confess—l do like soap."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "215", "page_fin": "216", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Parameciums' Minds", "titre_sommaire": "Parameciums' Minds", "signature_source": "D, Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "215", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1033, "texte": "Parameciums' Minds\nBy D, Molby\n\"THE Paramecium is a being which doesn't often come under\nobservation. Or, if he does come under it, he isn't ob-\nserved. The place to look for him is in a pond or some other\nsuch place where he can live. He must be caught and put\nunder a microscope that will magnify, before he can be ob-\nserved. And what he can be observed doing is rowing himself\naround with about a hundred little fine cilia.^\nNow the Paramecium is so small that he is supposed not to\nhave any mind and not to know anything whatever. One cell\nis all there is of him, and for this reason, he\nmust be made of the same thing all through. But his actions\nprove that he isn't. There is too much system to the way he\nmoves his cilia, for that. If he didn't have any brain, he would\nmove them in the natural way, which is to move those on one\nside and then move those on the other. He doesn't do this.\nHe brings them all forward and then throws them back with a\njerk. This, of course, pushes him forward. He keeps on doing"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "216", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 355, "texte": "it which shows that he wants to go forward. If he wants to\nturn around, he can do better yet: he can move the cilia for-\nward on one side and backward on the other and not get\nmuddled up. He must be aware that this turns him quicker\nelse he wouldn't know enough to do it.\nThese things show that he has a mind and that he can think\nwith it."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "216", "page_fin": "217", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "My Only Friend", "titre_sommaire": "My Only Friend", "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": "216", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 357, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2901, "texte": "My Only Friend\nIT is raining, raining, raining. The Square is deserted. The\ncop under the electric arc light in front of my garret win-\ndow looks monstrously big and ghastly black in his rain coat\nand rain cap. Little silvery shining drops are rolling down his\nsleeves and dripping from time to time on his muddy rubber\nboots. Whistling winds sweep occasionally through my grate.\nThey are hurrying somewhere but can't resist the temptation\nto look into the old familiar chimney. They rattle on the blind\nwith which I closed up the! fireplace. And they growl at the\nbrick walls of the flue and are disappointed because they did not\nfind a cheerful grate fire with leaping, gossiping flames which\nwould flicker up high into the chimney and tefll him the tales\nof the day and of yesterday:\"The barbarian,\" he growls as\nhe roams out of the chimney-top and shakes off the gray smoke\nto a passing heavy cloud which is just about to dissolve into\nrain, \"there? he sits in the light of his candle and his grate is\ncold. How cheerfully the logs used to crackle in years gone by\nand the folks were sitting around it talking and chatting. Radi-\nators and furnaces they have today, and they are proud of the\nprogress humanity has made . . . the fools.\"\nAnd I was sitting next to the red-hot stove and cursing my\nlandlord who wouldn't repair my chimney. And the candle\nburns steady and yellowish. There seemed no soul around,\noutside of myself. The city noises had died out and only the\nrain-drops tapped steadily on the roof and on the window and\njn the little rivers and lakes which had formed themselves on\nthe street and on the? Square. Straight and motionless stood the\nbooks in their shelves like the friends who are somewhere,\nnear or far, ready to answer if you call on them. My affections\nand my lovefs are buried in my heart and I do not hang my\nsentiments upon the walls. And as my eyes glance around\nthe pictures tacked to the walls of my garret here and there,\nout creeps—on hesitating but daring feet, shyly stopping and\nagain advancing, sentiment—sentiment pushed back into the\ncob-web corner of my heart, pressed there against the wall\nmuzzled by better sense, silenced by \"what is the use\" and for-\ngotten in the merciless hasteful strife of the day.\nAnd I lean back in my chair and I feel how the today dissi-\npates into a nothing and memories pale and lifeless take on\ncolor and bodies, and there they stand and I see the peop'e\nand the places of years and years ago, and I see myself.\nMy sentiments do not hang on my walls. I never had a"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "217", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1228, "texte": "picture of my mother. I never asked for one. But I can hear\nher voice as no Edison could recreate it on his finest mechanical\ndevice. I scent her perfume, that old-fashioned heliotrope. I\nhave not pictures of those friends of my youth, who shared\nwith me the same benches in the schoolroom and the same\nideals and who were the companions of my disappointments.\n1 left everything over there in that country of my birth,\nwhere streets are transformed into skirmish fields and the open\ncountry into battle grounds where men are murdering and being\nmurdered.\nWill I ever see them again? Will I ever hear their voices?\nI see the friends—the companions of my regiment. Perhaps\nthe_ night is dark over there as here and the rain sizzling upon\ntheir coats, or maybe a few are sitting around a warming stove\nand silently thinking—thinking back to those happy days when\nwar was a play and uniforms distinctions of gaiety and of\nmirth. And they roll a cigarette . . .\nAnd they roll a cigarette.\nAnd I reach for my cigarette. I strike a match. I light it.\nI feel one with my youth; I feel one with my friends again,\nand I look at the white paper with its glowing tip, between\nmy forefinger and my big finger: my only friend."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "217", "page_fin": "218", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.13", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "217", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1230, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2755, "texte": "In Our Village\nThe moving picture man paid during the last week various\nvisits to the Square. Greenwich Village stories are the features\nof our Sunday magazines, the plots of a good many short stories\nare laid right in our midst and now the! movies, this most real-\nistic means of making fiction unreal in real surroundings, are\nborrowing their scenery from Greenwich Village. But it really\nlooked real to see an old Broadway stage coach, with people\ndressed in the garb of seventy-five years ago dashing through\nthe Square along side of violently-gonging street cars.\nRight undefr the arch the United States Government estab-\nlished an army and navy recruiting station. An army sargeant\nis trying to interest the down-and-outers who lounge on the\nbenches of the Square in the clean garb of the United States\nsoldier and the lodging, board and thirteen dollars per con-\nnected with it. Long before Washington Square got its pres-\nent name it was called the Washington Parade Grounds. And\nit witnessed a good many military spectacles during the? ex-\nciting times in the early Sixties.\nBruno's Garret\nMr. Waugh's exhibition, which is tacked to the walls of\nBruno's Garret until December 10th, is not only interesting as\nthe collective representation of one man's work but as the\nunusual fantastic visions of a man who seems to live in another\nworld than most of us. To connect the very small animals who\nlive among the reeds and mosses of the woods with the gnomes\nand elfs of fairy tales and with the fashions and modes of our"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "218", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1927, "texte": "day as exhibited on the fashionable streets of the city as well as\nin the quarters of the poor is exceptional—at least for our eye,\ntrained to keep painstakingly apart the different worlds of this\nuniverse.\nOn Monday evening at 8 o'clock Guido Bruno will tell about\nthe Boheme of Bohemia, about the most beautiful and most\nromantic of all European cities, of Prague, which was not only\nfor six hundred years the centre of historical interest but also\nthe dorado for artist, writer and musician. So much, in fact,\nthat its name, Bohemia, stands today for that much misinter-\npreted and misunderstood life! of creative artists. You are in-\nvited to be present.\nAlfred Kreymborg, editor \"Others\" and standard-bearer\nof vers libre, who left Greenwich Village at the time of his\nmarriage to become a dreamer of dreams, to live in a cottage\nnot in the air, but in Grantwood, New Jersey, has come back\nand set up his domicile on Bank Street, the original street of\nour community.\nOrrick Johns, another member of that Grantwood community\nof last summer, where everybody denied being one of the colony\nand claimed to be the original discoverer of the rocky hills on the\nother side of the river where one can rent a house for one\nmonth for about half a week's room rent in the city, left for\nthe west. His wife, Peggy Johns, is engaged in some interesting\nexperiments in black and white drawings.\nAmy Lowell, patroness of the free verse and shepherdess of\nthe Arcadian flock of Imagists, is in town, but did not find her\npath yet to our green pastures.\nTheodore Schroeder, president of the Free Speech League\nof America, gave last Monday in Bruno's Garret, an inter-\nesting talk on Mormonism, its ideals and practices. Mr.\nSchroeder has a very large collection of books and pamphlets\non the Mormon question. He lived a greater part of his life\nin Utah, is considered as one of the few authorities on\nMormonism in America."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "218", "page_fin": "219", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village a la Town Topics", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village a la Town Topics", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "218", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1929, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3005, "texte": "Among Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nLispenard Stewart, the premier beau of Washington Square fashion-\nable society, is still dallying at that famous resort of the olden time\nfor Southern belles and beaux which has taken a fresh lease of life\n—the White Sulphur Springs of Virginia. Mr. Stewart, whose town\nhouse is at No. 6 Fifth Avenue, did not pass much time at \"White\nLodge\" his handsome Bellevue Avenue, Newport Villa, but went to\nCanada on a fishing and hunting expedition, at the height of the New-\nport season. Lispenard Stewart, national as his repute is as a member\nof the ultra-fashionable set, has far more substantial qualities than\nthose of a mere beau B'rummell—he has done something. Generously\ncultured, in addition to having a legal education, he has been a trustee\nof the Rhinelander estate since 1878. He is now also the treasurer of\nthe Rhinelander Estate Co. # His mother was Miss Mary Rogers Rhine-\nlander, one of the chief heirs of the Rhinelander Estate which is rich\nin Manhattan Borough realty and whose homestead was the mansion"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "219", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4036, "texte": "on the northwest corner at Washington Square and Fifth Avenue,\noccupied until recently by the late Miss Serena Rhinelander, and of\nwhich the specacular Mrs. Philip M. Lydig is now the chatelaine. Miss\noerena Rhinelander, who led a life devoted to virginity and beneficence,\nwas Lispenard Stewart's aunt. Mr. Stewart was a member of the\nNew York State Senate from 1889 to 1890, a Presidential Elector in 1888,\ndelegate representative to the National Convention in 1896 and 1900,\ninAo keing president of the State Commission of prisons from 1895\nto 1903, In each of these official positions he acquitted himself with\nsuperior sagacity and executive ability. To-day, Mr. Stewart, like\nhis brother, William Rhinelander Stewart, is prominently identified with\ncharitable, philanthropic and educational work.\nu S a soc* man, Mr. Stewart was the most courted bachelor at\nthe late Mrs. Astor's state dinners and balls. As a conversationalist at\na dinner, Mr. Stewart, so generous is his culture, quite outshines six\nout of a dozen of our New York and Newport men of fashion who\na£e Perfect, sapheads when attempting to talk on other topics\nthan horses, money making and dogs and could not at all make a\ndecent appearance intellectually at a London or English country-house\ndiniier of representative men and women. Shunning anything in his\nattire that is voyant or conspicuous, Mr. Stewart is always so well-\ndressed that one cannot tell why he is so well-dressed. Never allowing\nthe amount of time given to society to encroach upon more serious\npursuits, the presence of Lispenard Stewart at any social function gives\nit at once the stamp of fashion and exclusiveness. At the fame time\nthe whole trend of his personal conduct of life and social entertaining\nis toward elegant simplicity and lack of ostentation. He has inherited\na full measure of the Rhinelander business thrift; no matter how\na ®-k*'nelan^er might do toward a carefully considered charity,\na Rhinelander never made the mistake of giving too much change\nin a business deal. • >■\nMrs. Ambrose Spencer and her son, Clinton Spencer, of the Wash*\nington Square old Fanbourg Saint Germain, still hold the fort as\nguests at the Brevoort, which has become essentially a French hostelry\nwith superior cuisine. Mrs. Ambrose Spencer and Clinton Spencer, the\nlatter a scion of old Governor Clinton, are related to the Lorillard\nSpencers and the Tailers than < which there could be no better recom-\nmendation, so far as family goes. If you are going to be a Spencer,\nwhy not be related to the best Spencers—the Lorillard Spencers. The\nmother of the late Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish was also one of the last of\nthe old regime to live at the Brevoort. A very pretty sentiment it is\nwhich actuates some of the leaders of fashion in Washington Square,\nreinforced by the Vanderbilts, Harry Payne Whitney and others of\ntheir friends from uptown, to hold an annual ball at the Brevoort,\nto perpetuate the pristine glories of what once ranked as New York's\nfashionable hostelry par-excellence.\nArthur Clayton Webner, Baltimore's society high-flier baritone, has\nbecome a Greenwich Villager and is settled for the winter at No. 121\nWest 11th Street. Young Webner, who is a protege of \"Sir\" Walter\nde Curzon Poultney, Baltimore's Ward M'Allister, and of Mrs. Russell\nWetmore, a well-known society chaperon of that city, created a\ndistinct sensation down in the Oriole City a while ago by appearing\nat a fancy dress ball in flesh colored tights with only a leopard skin\nof rather scant dimensions thrown over his shoulders. The Baltimore\nwomen, who refused to be shocked, dubbed him \"The Greek God\" both\nfor his looks and his dancing. Up here in Greenwich Village, Webner\nfares differently—he goes by the nickname, \"Mayor Mitchell\" which\nwas given him by the men on account of a general resemblance to\nthat dignitary. Webner really has a delightful voice and what time\nhe isn't giving to the girls he is buckling down to hard professional\nstrides to fit himself for the light operatic stage."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "219", "page_fin": "221", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.15", "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": 14, "page_imprimee": "219", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 4038, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4241, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nOur Public Libraries are the finest, most complete and\nmost useful institutions for everybody who knows what book\nhe wants to read or which magazine or periodical he would"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "220", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2772, "texte": "like to glance through. But catalogues, index cards, filing\nsystems and application blanks frighten away the free lance,\nthe man who doesn't know exactly what he wants, simply\nwants to rummage around in things, read a little here, a\nlittle there, and then acquire a book or the magazine contain-\ning something arresting his attention. The old book stores\nwith heaps of books unclassified, just put together in the\nshelves, arranged by their sizes, will interest him more than\nthe orderly stock of the most modern book dealer, who has\nprofessors as clerks.\nI don't know if Brentano's really like it and would en-\ncourage it, but I get more satisfaction and pleasure out of\ntheir basement devoted to periodicals than out of all the peri-\nodical reading-rooms of all the public libraries together. To\npick up the last numbers of magazines in all languages\ndealing with subjects of every possible description, and then\ntake home just the things of interest is not only time saving\nbut enlarging to the mental scope.\n\"291,\" Stieglitz' Elephant Folio\nAlfred Stieglitz, the nestor of the exponents of the new and\nunusual in art in New York, the editor and publisher of\n\"Camera Work,\" announces in the November issue of \"291,\"\nhis elephant folio magazine, the opening of the Modern\nGallery, 500 Fifth Avenue, for the sale of paintings of the\nmost advanced character of the Modern Art Movement—\nNegro Sculptures, Pre-conquest Mexican Art, Photography.\nThe Modern Gallery is but an additional expression of \"291,\"\nwhich will be continued at 291 Fifth Avenue in the same\nspirit and manner as heretofore. Mr. Stieglitz seems to\nbe interested in the manufacture of violins and in target\npractice. Two pages of \"291\" are illustrations Of the me-\nchanical parts of the violin, while one page gives an in-\nstruction in pistol shooting and the other one is a target ; it\nmight also be a specimen sheet of a type foundry or scripts as\nused by occulists for eye tests.\nLetters in all types and faces are displayed on this page in\nstraight and in curvefd lines. In order to carry this magazine\non the streets one should acquire a sandwich man's license.\nArt and Life\nVolume 1, No. 1 of this periodical, edited by J. M. Bowles,\nlooks promising as a guide through New York's art exhibitions.\nIt will keep one in touch with everything that is being done by\nthe recognized art world. The reader has to decide for himself\nif it is worth while or not.\nThe Quarterly Journal of the Society of American Indians\nThe quarterly journal of the Society, edited by Alfred C.\nParker, contains a lot of interesting information about the? one\nunquestionably unhyphenated citizen of America—the Indian.\nConsiderable space is demoted to Charles Wakefield Cadman,\nthe interpreter of Indian music."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1027, "texte": "The Bookman\nThe November issue contains the third part of Arthur\nBartlett Maurice's \"The New York of the Novelists: the\nRemnants of Bohemia.\" Greenwich Village is meant. It is\nscholarly-treated but not so that it loses the charm and\nthe romance of our neighborhood.\nThe first Year Book\n\"The First Year Book\" of The American Bookplate Society\nis now in the press. In addition to conventional Year Book\nmaterial, this number will present an authentic check-list\nof Mr. Sidney L. Smith's bookplates, together with original\nimpressions of five copper-plates of his workmanship. There\nwill also be a list of members.\nPrize Contest\nThe Mayor of Baltimore, the Honorable James H. Preston,\nannounces the offer of $250.00 in gold for the best original\nsetting of the prize poem on \"Baltimore,\" by Folger Me-\nKinsey, to be used as the Municipal Anthem. The com-\npetition is national and open to any American or naturalized\ncitizen of the country. The competition will close December\nIst, 1915."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "221", "page_fin": "221", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Ad Infinitum", "titre_sommaire": "Ad Infinitum", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1029, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1305, "texte": "Ad Infinitum\nTom Sleeper.\nworry, fret and trouble\nNothing's right and all is Change\nFacts are but a phantom bubble\nTruths to-day—to-morrow strange.\nChanges bring but other changes\nProgress runs in Error's ring\nPlans are made but Change deranges\nHail the master Change is king."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "221", "page_fin": "222", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.17", "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": "221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1307, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2053, "texte": "Richard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nWagner decided to take this chance. He grasped the libretto\nto go home to read it and not only to bring his wife immediate\nrdief but also the glad tidings of the new aspects of a happy\nfuture. It was raining. On his way home he passed the Con-\nservatoire de Music in the Rue Bergere. There was a concert.\nHe was well known in the miserable rooms of the Conservatoire.\nHe entered and wanted to listen, until the rain was over.\nThe orchestra was playing the Ninth Symphony.\nBeethoven spoke again to Wagner. As ten years before, a\nholy flame was ignited in the young musician's heart. Like\na phantom of olden times the concert hall in the Gewandhaut\nstood before his eyes. He saw himself as a boy*, with the high"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 273, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2892, "texte": "HWBBMBHBBBBSBHIgMBHBWHk i HIUIIIJIIIBMBHMBMWBMMgaMBOaa—BfiHMI I III! lIM I Mil mill 111 llilll IMITMWI Wli m >1 ■ I 1.1 111 W HWIM\nideals, deciding to become a musican and to create the German\nnational opera.\nAnd here he was in Paris. Happy because he was commis-\nsioned to write the music which he condemned!\nHe couldn't listen to the inspiring beloved songs of the master.\nHe went out into the rain. He tramped the streets for hours\nand returned home to his anxiously awaiting wife and he told\nher how he had fought and what he had decided.\nHe sent back the libretto, broke off all connections with the\npublishing house; he started work on the last act of The Rienzi;\nhe finished his opera; he sent it to Dresden to the manager of the\nRoyal Opera House. It was accepted and he was to conduct\nthe first performance in person.\nStrong was his belief in \"his own\" music as he left Paris.\nThe recognition from his own country gave him confidence in\nthe nation. His life should henceforth be devoted to German\nmusic, to German drama, and to the benefit of the German na-\ntion.\nIN Dresden he had met August Roeckel, the musician and\nrevolutionist. In the school where he had been educated\nthe revolutionary songs of Koerner, the poet of \"Lyra and\nSword,\" were sung with a greater enthusiasm than in any other\nschool. The singer and fighter for German liberty had also\nbeen a pupil of the school and his memory was revered and\nhonored. Former pupils of the school, class-mates of Wagner,\nwere important members of the \"fatherland union,\" a revolu-\ntionary association which held secret meetings. Wagner was a\nmember also.\nHe denied in his later life his participation in the revolution\nof 1848 and most of his biographers indulge with the master\nand do not mention facts which are important for the right\nrecognition of Wagner's character. On the 16th of June, 1848, he\nread in a secret session of the association, a paper which bore the\ntitle, \"What is the Relation that Our Efforts Bear to the Mon-\narchy?\" The contents were incendiary. The paper was ordered\nprinted and was distributed in thousands of copies among the\nmasses of Saxony.\nOn the 6th day of May, 1849, when the revolution broke out\nand barricades were erected in Dresden, it was Wagner who\ndirected the masses and inspected the sufficiency of the precau-\ntions together with the recognized leaders, Heinberger and\nRoeckel. He fled at the right time. His associates were sen-\ntenced to long imprisonment and Wagner was obliged to stay\nin exile.\nHe was ashamed of this period of his life and never admitted\nhis real participation in the revolutionary movement."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-20-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-20_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[223]", "page_fin": "[223]", "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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.2.18", "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": "[223]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1028, "texte": "Charles Edison's little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuide Brunv, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:lft p. m.\nThursday,\nFriday,\n3 p. m.\n• :Ift p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 9:00 p. m.\n8:1 ft 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 Swanot\nRiver/' \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collin* Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCeme 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=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents November 20th, 1915.\n\nAubfey Beardsley"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[207]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n*\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 18\nNOVEMBER 20th, MCMXV\nVol. I\n\nBells\n\nStage Coaches and Prisons\n\nSIMULTANEOUSLY with thef founding of the country-seats\nat Greenwich, two small settlements of a humbler sort\nwere formed on the shore of the North River in that region.\nOne of these, known as Lower Greenwich, was at the foot of\nBrannan (now Spring) Street, and the other, known as\nUpper Greenwich, was at the foot of what now is Christopher\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "208", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nStreet and then was the Skinner Road. Of this latter an\nentire block still remains: the row of low wooden houses on\nWest Street between Christopher and Tenth, of which the\nbest view is from Wefehawken Street in the rear. These\nhouses were standing, certainly, as far back as 1796—as is\nshown on the Commissioners' map by the indentation to ac-\ncommodate them upon the State-prison property acquired in\nthat year. Probably they are the? houses indicated on\nthe Ratzen Map as standing at this point one hundred and\ntwenty-six years ago.\nThe building of the State-prison brought to the upper village\nwhat might have been called—could the use of the word\nhave been anticipated by four-fifths of a century—a boom.\nAs passed, the act of Assembly of March 26, 1796, provided for\nthe erection of two prisons, one in Albany and one in New York;\nbut a subsequent modification of the act applied the entire sum\nappropriated—about $200,000—t0 the erection of a single building\nhere. The prison stood at the foot of Amos (now Tenth)\nStreet, on the site occupied by the existing brewery, into the\nstructure of which (as may be seen just inside the Tenth\nStreet entrance) have been incorporated parts of the old walls.\nThe building—2oo feet long, with wings extending from it at\nright angles toward the river—stood in grounds of about four\nacres in extent, the whole enclosed by a stone wall twenty-two\nfeet high on the side toward the river, and fourteen feet\nhigh elsewhere.\nThe prison was opened November 28, 1797, when seventy\nprisoners were transferred thither, and it continued in use a\nlittle more than thirty years. The male prisoners were trans-\nferred to Sing Sing in 1828, and the female prisoners in the\nspring of 1829—when the entire property was sold into private\nhands. This was one of the first prisons in which convicts\nwere taught trades; but for a long while the more conspicuous\nresults of this benevolent system—a feature of which was the\nassembling together of the prisoners in large work-rooms, with\nconsequent abundant opportunities for concocting conspiracies—\nwere dangerous plots and mutinous outbreaks. In June 1799,\nfifty or sixty men revolted and seized their keepers; and not\nuntil the guards opened fire on them with ball cartridge—by\nwhich several were wounded, though none were killed—was the\nmutiny quelled. In April 1803 about forty men broke from the\nprison to the prison-yard, and, after setting fire to the building,\nattempted to scale the walls; and again the guards came with\ntheir muskets and compelled order—this time killing as well as\nwounding—while the keepers put out the fire. In May 1804,\na still more dangerous revolt occurred. On this occasion the\nkeepers were locked into the north wing of the building, which\nthen was fired. Fortunately, according to a contemporaneous\naccount, \"one more humane than the rest released the keepers\nbut the north wing was destroyed, involving a loss of $25,000,\nand in the confusion many of the prisoners escaped. A long\nsigh of thankfulness must have gone up from Greenwich when\nthis highly volcanic institution became a thing of the past."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "209", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nYet the people of Greetawich were disposed to feel a certain\npride in their penal establishment, and to treat it as one of\nthe attractions of their town—as appears from the following\nadvertisement of the Greenwich Hotel in The Columbian of\nSeptember 18, 1811:\n\"A few gentlemen may be accommodated with board and lodging\nat this pleasant and healthy situation, a few door* from the State\nPrison. The Greenwich stage passes from this to the Federal Hall and\nreturns five times a day.\"\nA little later, 1816, Asa Hall's line of stages was running\nwith departures from Greenwich on the even hours and from\nNew York, at Pine Strefet and Broadway, on the uneven hours\nall day. The custom was to send to the stage office to engage\na seat to town; and then the stage would call for the passenger,\nannouncement befing made of its approach—so that the pas-\nsenger might be ready and no time lost—by noble blasts upon a\nhorn. The fare each way was twenty-five cents. One of the\nfreshest and most delightful of my old gentlemen remembers it\nall as clearly as though it were but yesterday—beginning with\nhis mother's brisk, \"Now Dan, run up to Asa's and tell him\nto send the eight-o'clock stage here;\" continuing with a faint\nburst of horn-blowing in the distance which grefw louder and\nlouder until it stopped with a flourish at the very door; and\nending with the stage disappearing, to the accompaniment of a\ngallant tooting growing fainter and fainter, in a cloud of\ndust down the country road.\nThis country road was the present Gretenwich Street south\nof Leroy. It was on Leroy Street that my old gentleman\nlived, seventy years and more ago, and all about his home were\nopen fieflds. Eastward the view was unobstructed quite across\nto Washington Square—as he knows positively because he re-\nmembers seeing from his own front stoop the gallows which\nwas set up (near the present Washington Arch) for the exe-\ncution of one Rose Butler, a negro wench who was hanged for\nmurder in the year 1822.\nSouth of Leroy Street was open country as far as Canal\nStreet, \"and probably farther;\" but my gentleman is less cer-\ntain, because there was no convenient gallows in that direction\nto fix a limit to his view. On this head, however, there is\nabundant evidence. Mr. Peter Gassner, treating of a period a\nlittle earlier—about the year 1803—writes: \"Corri, another\nFrenchman, had a mead-garden and flying-horses on the emi-\nnence between Franklin and Leonard streets. It was at least\nfifty feet from (above) the road. You got to it by wooden\nstairs; and, when up, would overlook the space to Greenwich—\nnothing occupying the space until you met Borrowson's and old\nTyler's, both mead-gardens and taverns.\" thef precise Mr.\nJohn Randel, Jun.—engineer to the Commissioners by whom\nwas prepared, under the act of April 13, 1807, the present City\nPlan—writes that in 1809 hef crossed the ditch at Canal Street\non a wooden plank and walked thence nearly the whole distance\nto Christopher Street through open fields.\n\nThomas A. Janvier."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWhy the Thimble Theatre?\nfHE American showhouses and music halls cannot lend them-\nselves to experiments. High prices of admission are being\ncharged and therefore only the very best is being given in ex-\nchange, or, something insignificant in a wonderfully bewitching\nand most costly garment. There is the grand opefra, composed\nof the most accomplished musicians in the orchestra, of the\nworld's wonders of human voices, and there is the made-to-order,\nmeasured-to-the-body of the Broadway-star musical comedy, in\nreality but an exponent of the most intricate stage tricks, of the\nart of the theatrical dressmaker and of human beauty.\nThe composer, the playwright, the musician, have very little\nor no chance. The theatrical producer cannot give them a\nchance to get a hearing as long as the playwright's name or the\nmusician's name is not so firmly established that a fiasco would\nbe out of question.\nThe performances in the Little Thimble Theatre are proving\ndoubt that Mr. Edison's optimism regarding both the\nauditorium and American creators of music is well founded.\n\nFighting Paris\nBeing the Diary of Muriel Ciolkowska, Paris Correspondent of\nthe \"Egoist,\" London, of One Year Ago\n\nNovember 22., 1914—Thermometer below freezing point. Each\none makes comment: \"Cold weather for our soldiers.\" Not\na shop or conveyance you go into but the remark occurs and\noften you are asked: \"And you, have you any one there?\"\nNovember 23.—The papers are crowded with recriminations\nagainst official administration. Bureaucracy in France seems to\nbe an incurable evil.\nMr, E. R. 8., the Swiss composer, tells me that Richard\nStrauss, having refused to sign the intellectuals' manifesto, giv-\ning as excuse that politics are not his profession, is being vio-\nlently attacked for his abstention by the German Press. The\nmost difficult people to reach just now are those unfortunates\nwho are confined in the districts still occupied by the German\nforces. Thus, if you require to write to some one!, presumably\nat Lille, you must address your communication (post-card only)\nvia Pontarlier and Bale. Another solution is to send the com-\nmunication care? of the Spanish Consul at The Hague, or the\nFrench Consul at Maestricht. There is no one so far away from\nthe rest of the world as these. M. Guy-Charles Cros, that gifted\npoet, has been taken prisoner while fighting in Belgium.\nNovember 23.—Herr Richard Strauss has fallen between two\nstools. The French won't believe he abstained from signing the\nmanifesto for other than venal motives. The Intransigeanfs\ninterpretation, for instance, is that an author's copyright lasts\nfor twenty years more after his death in France than in Ger-\nmany.\nNovember 27.—M. G. C. was enrolled to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "211", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nNovember 28.—\"Courrier Theatral: au Theatre Music-Hall du\nMoulin Rouge. .. Tipperary Girls, clowns Dario eft Cerratto .. . ;\nle Thefatre Albert Ist; Theatre Beige; Nouveau-Theatre; Con-\ncert Mayol.\" This is from to-day's paper, being the first! theat-\nrical announcement since the mobilisation. So Paris is becoming\nherself again! The people? who can't live without theatres (and\nthose who live by them) are having their way on condition that\n15 per cent, of the booking refceipts be given to charitable funds.\nThe Academie des Inscriptions et Belles Lettrefs has, by a\nmajority of twenty-eight votes against six, defcided not to strike\noff its associates and corresponding members of Germany nation-\nality. And the Liberie calls this example on the part of the\nsavants of France—unique in the group of five societies forming\nthe Institute—a mistake?. Must all Germany and every German\nbe held responsible for little children's mutilated hands, home-\nless families, orphans, widows, the destruction of Ypres, Lou-\nvain, Rheims, etc., and the promised threatened destruction of\nBrussels? Perhaps, after all.\n\nThis Week's Performance in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nMatinees\nTHE little journeys to the homes of composers of national\nmusic led the audience of the Little Thimble Theatre\nlast Monday to the? creator of German national music—Richard\nWagner. Miss Addie Galva, who came recently to New York to\nenter upon an operatic career, sang parts from Lohrengrin,\nTannhaueser and Rienzi. The overtures and most important\nmotifs from Rienzi, Richard Wagner's first success and the key\nto Wagner, the man, were re-created on the Diamond Disc\nThursday afternoon, the journey to Wagner was repeated. Next\nweek a visit will be? paid to Stephens Collins Foster, the com-\nposer of the best-known American national home songs.\nThe Evening Performances\n•THAT wonderful poem of Heinrich Heine, \"The Two\n\" Grenadiers,\" the music composed by Schumann, is one\nnumber on the program of Harry S. Mitchell, a very promising\nbaritone, who will make his first appearance before a New York\npublic, on Thursday evening.\nThe best beloved and the most hated of the poets of Germany\nis Heinrich Heine. He is one of the few men of the last century\nwho felt it their mission to bring Germany and France nearer\nto each other. He loved France the sentiment expressed\nby his Grenadiers we also find in his last will, in which h&\nmade the request to be buried in the soil of France. Interpreta-\ntions of Mozart and of Fontenailles conclude Mr. Mitchell's\nEbtfrth, mezzo-soprano, who completed her musical\neducation in Brooklyn and aims to become a concert singer,"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "212", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwill sing an aria from \"Samson et Dalila/' and songs by Charles\nWakefield Cadman and by C. J. Bond.\nMr. Anthony Ewer is the singer of Hood River Valley, in the\nOregon country, and takes us into a comparatively new corner\nof the United States. \"It may be that somewhere in this wide,\nwide world there is a more beautiful valley than ours,\" says\nMr. Ewer, who recently came from Oregon to New York, \"but\nwe of our valley do not think so. There is so much to be told\nof this rugged and beautiful place if you have a mind to listen.\nIn the \"Coast and other Earth Rhymes,\" the uninitiated aref taken\ninto the green room of the great fruit-growing industry of the\nNorthwest. And there is humor to be gleaned from the lowly\nanimals of 'our valley.' Not that they differ from the animals\nof any other valley : simply they happen to be on the ground.\"\nMr. Anthony Ewer, who has identified himself during the last\nfew years as a writer of humorous verse accompanied by his own\nwhimsical drawings, appears with his \"Rhymes of Our Valley,\"\nfor the first time in a more serious strain.\n\nChocolate Chips\nMY little boy love?s good chocolate chips better than anything\nelse in the world. My husband brought a big five-pound\npackage of chocolates home. The? child doesn't leave my sight\nuntil I open the much-promising box.\n\"All right,\" I said to the little epicure, showing him the rows\nof chocolates put up in neat doilies and wrappers of all colors.\n\"Every day you shall receive on£ of the sweet-meats.\"\nPunctually every day my little boy reminds me of my promise\nand I see the chocolate chip disappear in his little cherry mouth.\nOne day he discovers among the chocolates a little paper\nhand-bag with small gold handles:\n\"I'll open it and see what's inside,\" he said.\n\"And eat it up\"—l finish in my thoughts.\nAloud I say; \"Freddie, I'll give you the nice little bag. You\ncan make a present of it to your doll, or you can keelp it your-\nself. But you must not untie it. Look, how nice it is!\" That's\nwhat I said to my three-year-old dolly.\nThe next day as he came for his chocolate installment I\nasked about the hand-bag: \"Dolly has it on hefr arm and I'll\ntake her out shopping.\n\"May I untie it to-day, morning, please?\"\nI knew how hard he would take me now, but I insist. He\nlooks just a little bit disappointed but promises bravely to\ntake good care of the? hand-bag.\nThe next day the hand-bag disappeared. lam surprised. I\nask where it is. The dear little face is flaming red: \"I don't\nknow where the little? hand-bag is, mother. ... I took\ndolly shopping and she must have lost it. . . . .\"\nI look sharply into his blue eyes. Is he lying? I have a\nreproving word on the tip of my tongue. But a look in the big\npure eyes of my child keeps it back. I do not have the courage\nto say the ugly word."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "213", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n• •• . .. -y-vr*•\n\nDoes the child know at all what a lie is? Did he ever hear\nthat word and does he know what it means. The big eyes are\nclear and pure.\nAnd I do not find the courage to speak about it living the\nfollowing days even after the hand-bag seems to have? gone\nforever.\n*$* * *\nThey took my child. The physicians were afraid to leave\nthe boy near his consumptive mother. My child is with strangers\n—kind dear people, but they are strangers still the same. I am\nrummaging around in the drawers of the nursery. I hug the\nlittle dress and aprons left behind. Igo through all their\npockets, I empty them: little stones, papers in all colors, bottles:\nbuilding-stones of this life of play. I am playing again those\nplays and sweet foolishness of the child: my own life!, my past—\nwithout my child. Most lamentable philosophy, the pining\nawakening to reality!\nThere hangs the little blue linen suit. Freddie used to wear\nit on his morning walk in Central Park. On his return his\nlittle pocket used to look like a big bag. Heavy with stones.\nAnd then we unpacked them, big stones, small stones, round\nstones, stones with corners—a world for the soul of a child.\nThe little suit feels very heavy. There still must be stones in\nthe pockets . . . And while I am thinking of my child with\nhis happy smiling blue eyes and playing with him in my thoughts,\ngiving each stone a name, I feel something sticky between my\nfingers ,\n\"Freddie, darling, why aren't you here now? That I could\nput my hands around your blonde head! Look here, Freddie,\nhere is the little hand-bag with its gold handles and in it the\nchocolate chips. It is found! Here, in the pocket of your\nlittle blue linen suit, deep down in its depth under many stones,\ncrushed and sticky. And dolly didn't lose It on her shopping\ntour as you thought weeks ago.\n\"Dear little soul, your eyes did not lie—l am so happy!\n\"And I am so happy—l bury my head in the pillows of my\nbed and I find the tears, the tears I had wished for all these\ndays and which didn't want to come.\"\n\nMusings on Myself\nBy Napoleon Bonaparte\nI AM the State! What is the throne?—a bit of wood gilded\nand covered with velvet I am the State. I alone am here\nthe representative of the people. Even if I had done wrong\nyou should not have reproached me in public—people wash their\ndirty linen at home. France has more need of me than of\nFrance.\nI believe Nature calculated me? for great reverses. I have a\nsoul of marble.\nI was born and created for work ... I am conscious of"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "214", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nno limit to the work I can get through. From my first career,\nI have always commanded myself.\nA man like me is always either a god or a devil.\nNothing has been more simple than my elevation. It was\nnot the result of intrigue or of crime. It was owing to the\npeculiar circumstances of the times, and because I fought\nsuccessfully against the enemies of my country. What is more\nextraordinary, and unparalleled in history, is, that I rose from\nbeing a private person to the astonishing height of power I\npossessed, without having committed a single crime to obtain it.\nPresence of mind after midnight is so complete with me,\nthat if I am awakened by sudden circumstances, I am wide\nawake; I get up so that no one can guess by the; state of my\neyes if I have just been asleep, and my dictation is as fresh\nas at any given moment of the day.\nOne of my grand objects was to render education accessible\nto everybody. I caused every institution to be formed upon a\nplan which offered instruction to the public, either gratis or at\na rate so moderate as not to be? beyond the means of the\npeasant. The museums were thrown open to the canaille. My\ncanaille would have become the best educated in the world.\nAll my exertions were directed to illuminate the mass of the\nnation instead of brutifying them by ignorance and superstition.\nIn spite of all the libels I have no fear whatever about my\nname. Posterity will do me justice?. The truth will be known,\nand the good that I have done will be compared with the faults\nI have committed. I am not uneasy for the result. Had I\nsucceeded, I should have died with the reputation of the great-\nest man that ever existed. As it is, although I have failed, I\nshall be considered as an extraordinary man. My elevation\nwas unparalleled, because unaccompanied by crime. I have\nfought fifty pitched battles, almost all of which I have gained.\nI have framed and carried into effect a code of laws that will\nbear my name to the most distant posterity. From nothing\nI raised myself to be the most powerful monarch in the world.\nEurope was at my feet. My ambition was great, but it was\nof cold nature, caused by events and the opinion of great\nbodies.\nWhat I have done will never perish. Twelve hundred years\nhence my name will be mentioned with respect, while those of\nmy oppressors will be unknown or only known by being loaded\nwith infamy and opprobrium.\n\nHors d' Oeuvre\nTom Sleeper.\nI rarely care to eat my shoes\nOr mix corn starch or pickles with my boose\nKY>r yet to munch a salad dressed with rope\nBut I confess—l do like soap."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "215", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nParameciums' Minds\nBy D, Molby\n\"THE Paramecium is a being which doesn't often come under\nobservation. Or, if he does come under it, he isn't ob-\nserved. The place to look for him is in a pond or some other\nsuch place where he can live. He must be caught and put\nunder a microscope that will magnify, before he can be ob-\nserved. And what he can be observed doing is rowing himself\naround with about a hundred little fine cilia.^\nNow the Paramecium is so small that he is supposed not to\nhave any mind and not to know anything whatever. One cell\nis all there is of him, and for this reason, he\nmust be made of the same thing all through. But his actions\nprove that he isn't. There is too much system to the way he\nmoves his cilia, for that. If he didn't have any brain, he would\nmove them in the natural way, which is to move those on one\nside and then move those on the other. He doesn't do this.\nHe brings them all forward and then throws them back with a\njerk. This, of course, pushes him forward. He keeps on doing"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "216", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nit which shows that he wants to go forward. If he wants to\nturn around, he can do better yet: he can move the cilia for-\nward on one side and backward on the other and not get\nmuddled up. He must be aware that this turns him quicker\nelse he wouldn't know enough to do it.\nThese things show that he has a mind and that he can think\nwith it.\n\nMy Only Friend\nIT is raining, raining, raining. The Square is deserted. The\ncop under the electric arc light in front of my garret win-\ndow looks monstrously big and ghastly black in his rain coat\nand rain cap. Little silvery shining drops are rolling down his\nsleeves and dripping from time to time on his muddy rubber\nboots. Whistling winds sweep occasionally through my grate.\nThey are hurrying somewhere but can't resist the temptation\nto look into the old familiar chimney. They rattle on the blind\nwith which I closed up the! fireplace. And they growl at the\nbrick walls of the flue and are disappointed because they did not\nfind a cheerful grate fire with leaping, gossiping flames which\nwould flicker up high into the chimney and tefll him the tales\nof the day and of yesterday:\"The barbarian,\" he growls as\nhe roams out of the chimney-top and shakes off the gray smoke\nto a passing heavy cloud which is just about to dissolve into\nrain, \"there? he sits in the light of his candle and his grate is\ncold. How cheerfully the logs used to crackle in years gone by\nand the folks were sitting around it talking and chatting. Radi-\nators and furnaces they have today, and they are proud of the\nprogress humanity has made . . . the fools.\"\nAnd I was sitting next to the red-hot stove and cursing my\nlandlord who wouldn't repair my chimney. And the candle\nburns steady and yellowish. There seemed no soul around,\noutside of myself. The city noises had died out and only the\nrain-drops tapped steadily on the roof and on the window and\njn the little rivers and lakes which had formed themselves on\nthe street and on the? Square. Straight and motionless stood the\nbooks in their shelves like the friends who are somewhere,\nnear or far, ready to answer if you call on them. My affections\nand my lovefs are buried in my heart and I do not hang my\nsentiments upon the walls. And as my eyes glance around\nthe pictures tacked to the walls of my garret here and there,\nout creeps—on hesitating but daring feet, shyly stopping and\nagain advancing, sentiment—sentiment pushed back into the\ncob-web corner of my heart, pressed there against the wall\nmuzzled by better sense, silenced by \"what is the use\" and for-\ngotten in the merciless hasteful strife of the day.\nAnd I lean back in my chair and I feel how the today dissi-\npates into a nothing and memories pale and lifeless take on\ncolor and bodies, and there they stand and I see the peop'e\nand the places of years and years ago, and I see myself.\nMy sentiments do not hang on my walls. I never had a"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "217", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npicture of my mother. I never asked for one. But I can hear\nher voice as no Edison could recreate it on his finest mechanical\ndevice. I scent her perfume, that old-fashioned heliotrope. I\nhave not pictures of those friends of my youth, who shared\nwith me the same benches in the schoolroom and the same\nideals and who were the companions of my disappointments.\n1 left everything over there in that country of my birth,\nwhere streets are transformed into skirmish fields and the open\ncountry into battle grounds where men are murdering and being\nmurdered.\nWill I ever see them again? Will I ever hear their voices?\nI see the friends—the companions of my regiment. Perhaps\nthe_ night is dark over there as here and the rain sizzling upon\ntheir coats, or maybe a few are sitting around a warming stove\nand silently thinking—thinking back to those happy days when\nwar was a play and uniforms distinctions of gaiety and of\nmirth. And they roll a cigarette . . .\nAnd they roll a cigarette.\nAnd I reach for my cigarette. I strike a match. I light it.\nI feel one with my youth; I feel one with my friends again,\nand I look at the white paper with its glowing tip, between\nmy forefinger and my big finger: my only friend.\n\nIn Our Village\nThe moving picture man paid during the last week various\nvisits to the Square. Greenwich Village stories are the features\nof our Sunday magazines, the plots of a good many short stories\nare laid right in our midst and now the! movies, this most real-\nistic means of making fiction unreal in real surroundings, are\nborrowing their scenery from Greenwich Village. But it really\nlooked real to see an old Broadway stage coach, with people\ndressed in the garb of seventy-five years ago dashing through\nthe Square along side of violently-gonging street cars.\nRight undefr the arch the United States Government estab-\nlished an army and navy recruiting station. An army sargeant\nis trying to interest the down-and-outers who lounge on the\nbenches of the Square in the clean garb of the United States\nsoldier and the lodging, board and thirteen dollars per con-\nnected with it. Long before Washington Square got its pres-\nent name it was called the Washington Parade Grounds. And\nit witnessed a good many military spectacles during the? ex-\nciting times in the early Sixties.\nBruno's Garret\nMr. Waugh's exhibition, which is tacked to the walls of\nBruno's Garret until December 10th, is not only interesting as\nthe collective representation of one man's work but as the\nunusual fantastic visions of a man who seems to live in another\nworld than most of us. To connect the very small animals who\nlive among the reeds and mosses of the woods with the gnomes\nand elfs of fairy tales and with the fashions and modes of our"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "218", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nday as exhibited on the fashionable streets of the city as well as\nin the quarters of the poor is exceptional—at least for our eye,\ntrained to keep painstakingly apart the different worlds of this\nuniverse.\nOn Monday evening at 8 o'clock Guido Bruno will tell about\nthe Boheme of Bohemia, about the most beautiful and most\nromantic of all European cities, of Prague, which was not only\nfor six hundred years the centre of historical interest but also\nthe dorado for artist, writer and musician. So much, in fact,\nthat its name, Bohemia, stands today for that much misinter-\npreted and misunderstood life! of creative artists. You are in-\nvited to be present.\nAlfred Kreymborg, editor \"Others\" and standard-bearer\nof vers libre, who left Greenwich Village at the time of his\nmarriage to become a dreamer of dreams, to live in a cottage\nnot in the air, but in Grantwood, New Jersey, has come back\nand set up his domicile on Bank Street, the original street of\nour community.\nOrrick Johns, another member of that Grantwood community\nof last summer, where everybody denied being one of the colony\nand claimed to be the original discoverer of the rocky hills on the\nother side of the river where one can rent a house for one\nmonth for about half a week's room rent in the city, left for\nthe west. His wife, Peggy Johns, is engaged in some interesting\nexperiments in black and white drawings.\nAmy Lowell, patroness of the free verse and shepherdess of\nthe Arcadian flock of Imagists, is in town, but did not find her\npath yet to our green pastures.\nTheodore Schroeder, president of the Free Speech League\nof America, gave last Monday in Bruno's Garret, an inter-\nesting talk on Mormonism, its ideals and practices. Mr.\nSchroeder has a very large collection of books and pamphlets\non the Mormon question. He lived a greater part of his life\nin Utah, is considered as one of the few authorities on\nMormonism in America.\n\nAmong Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nLispenard Stewart, the premier beau of Washington Square fashion-\nable society, is still dallying at that famous resort of the olden time\nfor Southern belles and beaux which has taken a fresh lease of life\n—the White Sulphur Springs of Virginia. Mr. Stewart, whose town\nhouse is at No. 6 Fifth Avenue, did not pass much time at \"White\nLodge\" his handsome Bellevue Avenue, Newport Villa, but went to\nCanada on a fishing and hunting expedition, at the height of the New-\nport season. Lispenard Stewart, national as his repute is as a member\nof the ultra-fashionable set, has far more substantial qualities than\nthose of a mere beau B'rummell—he has done something. Generously\ncultured, in addition to having a legal education, he has been a trustee\nof the Rhinelander estate since 1878. He is now also the treasurer of\nthe Rhinelander Estate Co. # His mother was Miss Mary Rogers Rhine-\nlander, one of the chief heirs of the Rhinelander Estate which is rich\nin Manhattan Borough realty and whose homestead was the mansion"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "219", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\non the northwest corner at Washington Square and Fifth Avenue,\noccupied until recently by the late Miss Serena Rhinelander, and of\nwhich the specacular Mrs. Philip M. Lydig is now the chatelaine. Miss\noerena Rhinelander, who led a life devoted to virginity and beneficence,\nwas Lispenard Stewart's aunt. Mr. Stewart was a member of the\nNew York State Senate from 1889 to 1890, a Presidential Elector in 1888,\ndelegate representative to the National Convention in 1896 and 1900,\ninAo keing president of the State Commission of prisons from 1895\nto 1903, In each of these official positions he acquitted himself with\nsuperior sagacity and executive ability. To-day, Mr. Stewart, like\nhis brother, William Rhinelander Stewart, is prominently identified with\ncharitable, philanthropic and educational work.\nu S a soc* man, Mr. Stewart was the most courted bachelor at\nthe late Mrs. Astor's state dinners and balls. As a conversationalist at\na dinner, Mr. Stewart, so generous is his culture, quite outshines six\nout of a dozen of our New York and Newport men of fashion who\na£e Perfect, sapheads when attempting to talk on other topics\nthan horses, money making and dogs and could not at all make a\ndecent appearance intellectually at a London or English country-house\ndiniier of representative men and women. Shunning anything in his\nattire that is voyant or conspicuous, Mr. Stewart is always so well-\ndressed that one cannot tell why he is so well-dressed. Never allowing\nthe amount of time given to society to encroach upon more serious\npursuits, the presence of Lispenard Stewart at any social function gives\nit at once the stamp of fashion and exclusiveness. At the fame time\nthe whole trend of his personal conduct of life and social entertaining\nis toward elegant simplicity and lack of ostentation. He has inherited\na full measure of the Rhinelander business thrift; no matter how\na ®-k*'nelan^er might do toward a carefully considered charity,\na Rhinelander never made the mistake of giving too much change\nin a business deal. • >■\nMrs. Ambrose Spencer and her son, Clinton Spencer, of the Wash*\nington Square old Fanbourg Saint Germain, still hold the fort as\nguests at the Brevoort, which has become essentially a French hostelry\nwith superior cuisine. Mrs. Ambrose Spencer and Clinton Spencer, the\nlatter a scion of old Governor Clinton, are related to the Lorillard\nSpencers and the Tailers than < which there could be no better recom-\nmendation, so far as family goes. If you are going to be a Spencer,\nwhy not be related to the best Spencers—the Lorillard Spencers. The\nmother of the late Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish was also one of the last of\nthe old regime to live at the Brevoort. A very pretty sentiment it is\nwhich actuates some of the leaders of fashion in Washington Square,\nreinforced by the Vanderbilts, Harry Payne Whitney and others of\ntheir friends from uptown, to hold an annual ball at the Brevoort,\nto perpetuate the pristine glories of what once ranked as New York's\nfashionable hostelry par-excellence.\nArthur Clayton Webner, Baltimore's society high-flier baritone, has\nbecome a Greenwich Villager and is settled for the winter at No. 121\nWest 11th Street. Young Webner, who is a protege of \"Sir\" Walter\nde Curzon Poultney, Baltimore's Ward M'Allister, and of Mrs. Russell\nWetmore, a well-known society chaperon of that city, created a\ndistinct sensation down in the Oriole City a while ago by appearing\nat a fancy dress ball in flesh colored tights with only a leopard skin\nof rather scant dimensions thrown over his shoulders. The Baltimore\nwomen, who refused to be shocked, dubbed him \"The Greek God\" both\nfor his looks and his dancing. Up here in Greenwich Village, Webner\nfares differently—he goes by the nickname, \"Mayor Mitchell\" which\nwas given him by the men on account of a general resemblance to\nthat dignitary. Webner really has a delightful voice and what time\nhe isn't giving to the girls he is buckling down to hard professional\nstrides to fit himself for the light operatic stage.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nOur Public Libraries are the finest, most complete and\nmost useful institutions for everybody who knows what book\nhe wants to read or which magazine or periodical he would"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "220", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nlike to glance through. But catalogues, index cards, filing\nsystems and application blanks frighten away the free lance,\nthe man who doesn't know exactly what he wants, simply\nwants to rummage around in things, read a little here, a\nlittle there, and then acquire a book or the magazine contain-\ning something arresting his attention. The old book stores\nwith heaps of books unclassified, just put together in the\nshelves, arranged by their sizes, will interest him more than\nthe orderly stock of the most modern book dealer, who has\nprofessors as clerks.\nI don't know if Brentano's really like it and would en-\ncourage it, but I get more satisfaction and pleasure out of\ntheir basement devoted to periodicals than out of all the peri-\nodical reading-rooms of all the public libraries together. To\npick up the last numbers of magazines in all languages\ndealing with subjects of every possible description, and then\ntake home just the things of interest is not only time saving\nbut enlarging to the mental scope.\n\"291,\" Stieglitz' Elephant Folio\nAlfred Stieglitz, the nestor of the exponents of the new and\nunusual in art in New York, the editor and publisher of\n\"Camera Work,\" announces in the November issue of \"291,\"\nhis elephant folio magazine, the opening of the Modern\nGallery, 500 Fifth Avenue, for the sale of paintings of the\nmost advanced character of the Modern Art Movement—\nNegro Sculptures, Pre-conquest Mexican Art, Photography.\nThe Modern Gallery is but an additional expression of \"291,\"\nwhich will be continued at 291 Fifth Avenue in the same\nspirit and manner as heretofore. Mr. Stieglitz seems to\nbe interested in the manufacture of violins and in target\npractice. Two pages of \"291\" are illustrations Of the me-\nchanical parts of the violin, while one page gives an in-\nstruction in pistol shooting and the other one is a target ; it\nmight also be a specimen sheet of a type foundry or scripts as\nused by occulists for eye tests.\nLetters in all types and faces are displayed on this page in\nstraight and in curvefd lines. In order to carry this magazine\non the streets one should acquire a sandwich man's license.\nArt and Life\nVolume 1, No. 1 of this periodical, edited by J. M. Bowles,\nlooks promising as a guide through New York's art exhibitions.\nIt will keep one in touch with everything that is being done by\nthe recognized art world. The reader has to decide for himself\nif it is worth while or not.\nThe Quarterly Journal of the Society of American Indians\nThe quarterly journal of the Society, edited by Alfred C.\nParker, contains a lot of interesting information about the? one\nunquestionably unhyphenated citizen of America—the Indian.\nConsiderable space is demoted to Charles Wakefield Cadman,\nthe interpreter of Indian music."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nThe Bookman\nThe November issue contains the third part of Arthur\nBartlett Maurice's \"The New York of the Novelists: the\nRemnants of Bohemia.\" Greenwich Village is meant. It is\nscholarly-treated but not so that it loses the charm and\nthe romance of our neighborhood.\nThe first Year Book\n\"The First Year Book\" of The American Bookplate Society\nis now in the press. In addition to conventional Year Book\nmaterial, this number will present an authentic check-list\nof Mr. Sidney L. Smith's bookplates, together with original\nimpressions of five copper-plates of his workmanship. There\nwill also be a list of members.\nPrize Contest\nThe Mayor of Baltimore, the Honorable James H. Preston,\nannounces the offer of $250.00 in gold for the best original\nsetting of the prize poem on \"Baltimore,\" by Folger Me-\nKinsey, to be used as the Municipal Anthem. The com-\npetition is national and open to any American or naturalized\ncitizen of the country. The competition will close December\nIst, 1915.\n\nAd Infinitum\nTom Sleeper.\nworry, fret and trouble\nNothing's right and all is Change\nFacts are but a phantom bubble\nTruths to-day—to-morrow strange.\nChanges bring but other changes\nProgress runs in Error's ring\nPlans are made but Change deranges\nHail the master Change is king.\n\nRichard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nWagner decided to take this chance. He grasped the libretto\nto go home to read it and not only to bring his wife immediate\nrdief but also the glad tidings of the new aspects of a happy\nfuture. It was raining. On his way home he passed the Con-\nservatoire de Music in the Rue Bergere. There was a concert.\nHe was well known in the miserable rooms of the Conservatoire.\nHe entered and wanted to listen, until the rain was over.\nThe orchestra was playing the Ninth Symphony.\nBeethoven spoke again to Wagner. As ten years before, a\nholy flame was ignited in the young musician's heart. Like\na phantom of olden times the concert hall in the Gewandhaut\nstood before his eyes. He saw himself as a boy*, with the high"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly, by Charles Edison and\nEdited and written by Guido 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\nHWBBMBHBBBBSBHIgMBHBWHk i HIUIIIJIIIBMBHMBMWBMMgaMBOaa—BfiHMI I III! lIM I Mil mill 111 llilll IMITMWI Wli m >1 ■ I 1.1 111 W HWIM\nideals, deciding to become a musican and to create the German\nnational opera.\nAnd here he was in Paris. Happy because he was commis-\nsioned to write the music which he condemned!\nHe couldn't listen to the inspiring beloved songs of the master.\nHe went out into the rain. He tramped the streets for hours\nand returned home to his anxiously awaiting wife and he told\nher how he had fought and what he had decided.\nHe sent back the libretto, broke off all connections with the\npublishing house; he started work on the last act of The Rienzi;\nhe finished his opera; he sent it to Dresden to the manager of the\nRoyal Opera House. It was accepted and he was to conduct\nthe first performance in person.\nStrong was his belief in \"his own\" music as he left Paris.\nThe recognition from his own country gave him confidence in\nthe nation. His life should henceforth be devoted to German\nmusic, to German drama, and to the benefit of the German na-\ntion.\nIN Dresden he had met August Roeckel, the musician and\nrevolutionist. In the school where he had been educated\nthe revolutionary songs of Koerner, the poet of \"Lyra and\nSword,\" were sung with a greater enthusiasm than in any other\nschool. The singer and fighter for German liberty had also\nbeen a pupil of the school and his memory was revered and\nhonored. Former pupils of the school, class-mates of Wagner,\nwere important members of the \"fatherland union,\" a revolu-\ntionary association which held secret meetings. Wagner was a\nmember also.\nHe denied in his later life his participation in the revolution\nof 1848 and most of his biographers indulge with the master\nand do not mention facts which are important for the right\nrecognition of Wagner's character. On the 16th of June, 1848, he\nread in a secret session of the association, a paper which bore the\ntitle, \"What is the Relation that Our Efforts Bear to the Mon-\narchy?\" The contents were incendiary. The paper was ordered\nprinted and was distributed in thousands of copies among the\nmasses of Saxony.\nOn the 6th day of May, 1849, when the revolution broke out\nand barricades were erected in Dresden, it was Wagner who\ndirected the masses and inspected the sufficiency of the precau-\ntions together with the recognized leaders, Heinberger and\nRoeckel. He fled at the right time. His associates were sen-\ntenced to long imprisonment and Wagner was obliged to stay\nin exile.\nHe was ashamed of this period of his life and never admitted\nhis real participation in the revolutionary movement."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "[223]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151120-01.1.18", "texte": "Charles Edison's little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuide Brunv, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:lft p. m.\nThursday,\nFriday,\n3 p. m.\n• :Ift p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 9:00 p. m.\n8:1 ft 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 Swanot\nRiver/' \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collin* Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCeme to the Matinee on Monday or Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}