{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_sha256": "5199051c86649ef7b91d4337d257933a6c3ac1ed337d201686a56b9dd0ac4023", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/27_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/11/27_01/bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[227]", "page_fin": "229", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "The Richmond Hill House: Its Decline and Fall", "titre_sommaire": "The Richmond Hill House: Its Decline and Fall", "signature_source": "General Prosper M. Wetmore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[227]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1036, "texte": "The Richmond Hill House: Its Decline\nand Fall\n\nIN the year 1813, this noble mansion of Aaron Burr remained\nin good preservation, with its broad entrance, under a\nporch of imposing height, supported by tall columns, with\nbalconies fronting the rooms of the second story, and with an\naspect of distinction altogether beyond that of the ordinary\nprivate dwellings of that day. The outer entrance of the\npremises, at that period, was through a spacious gateway, placed\nbetween highly ornamented columns, at the then termination\nof MacDougal Street, about two hundred feet north of Spring\nStreet. The grounds at that time had been reduced in size, by,\nthe interposing barriers of newly opened streets, and no longer\nextended to the river. The beautiful piece of water, long known\nas \"Burr's Pond,\" remained intact, with a full supply of the\nneeded element, which, in winter, gave excitement and enjoyment"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "228", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3145, "texte": "to all the noisy urchins fond of the sport of skating. On\nthis point the writer can speak from personal knowledge. \"Burr's\nIfotid,\" so far as its exact location can now be traced* must\nfeaye been on or near the piece of ground known as \"The\nTriangle,\" as it has been followed to a point whete it meets\nthe junction of Bedford and Downing Streets.\nIn the year 1820, the final excavation of the high ground\nwas completed, and in 1822 a public garden was opened, and soon\nbecame a popular resort for the neighboring inhabitants, to\nwhom refreshments were served from the main building. A\nturtle feast became, also, a standard entertainment, and was\nfrequently presented to an appreciative public by a society gifted\nwith a knowledge of such culinary accomplishments.\nHaving passed through all the mutations of city suburban\nproperty, these premises followed the fortunes of other local-\nities: the street commissioner made his influence felt; streets and\navenues were opened; buildings were demolished or removed;\nprofile maps came into vogue; hills disappeared and valleys\nwere filled; until at length the old Richmond Hill mansion\nfound itself shorn of all its grandeur, stripped of its verdant\ngroves, despoiled of its gardens and lawns, sitting sadly, far\nbeneath its former altitude, at the noisy and somewhat unsavory\ncorner of Charlton and Varick Streets. Its stately portals no\nlonger opened wide to welcome the entrance of distinguished\nguests from foreign lands or the brilliant crowds that came to\nmingle in the gay receptions of joyous and sparkling Theodosia.\nPoor Theodosia! whose grave has been made for her beneath\nthe? surging billows of the ocean.\nAlas! for the changes wrought by the relentless hand of\nTime! The tenacity of life with the old mansion was remarkable;\nand, after the gardens had ceased to be remunerative and other\nsimilar attractions had failed, a new and more pretentious effort\nwas made to embellish its history and to keep alive, a little\nlonger, the distincton attached to its name. On its new\nfoundation the house was placed with its front, still wearing the\nadornments of columns and balconies, some twenty feet with-\ndrawn from Varick Street, extending along the line of Charlton\nStreet. About the year 1831, the premises were leased, and a\nnew building constructed in the rear, connected with the prin-\ncipal edifice, and running back about fifty feet with the view\nto form a dramatic temple under the title? of \"The Richmond\nHill Theatre.\" When completed the management of the estab-\nlishment was entrusted to Mr. Richard Russell an experienced\nand respectable member of the theatrical profession.\nShortly before the opening night the manager invited, by\npublic notice and the offer of a prize, the co-operation of our\ncity's literati in the production of a Poetical Address for the\nOccasion. The committee selected to award the prize sat in one\nb& the reception chambers of the old time honored mansion.\nIt was an afternoon to be remembered. As the long twilight\ndeepened into evening, the shadows of departed hosts and long-\nforgotten gueste seemed to hover 'round the dilapidated halls"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "229", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 714, "texte": "and the dismantled chambers. Silence and a saddening gloom\nweighed heavily on the spirits of the selected party. But the\nlights came, the feeling of depression soon passed away, and\nthe disordered fancy was roused to resume the duty of the\nhour.\nMr. Gulian C. Verplanck was chosen to brefak the seals of a\ncouple of dozen envelopes. The writer of this paper was per-\nmitted to be a sharer in the ceremonies. As the poefms were\nread, or glanced at, some few were placed on the right hand,\nbut much the larger number on the! left. Of course there\ncould be but little hesitation in making up the final verdict\nThe successful competitor bore the name of Fitz-Greene Halleck.\n\nGeneral Prosper M. Wetmore"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "229", "page_fin": "229", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Edison to America's Musicians", "titre_sommaire": "Edison to America's Musicians", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "229", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 716, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2542, "texte": "Edison to America's Musicians\nThere surely must be among the thousands of musicians\nin New York—and it is safe to say hundreds of thousands in\nthe United States—men who are taking the old masters of the\nworld for fundamental knowledge! and worshipful reverie but\nfeel the throbbing life around them—who feel its music, its\ntragedy, its romance, and who are endeavoring to express\nthemselves through their medium: music. The far West, the\nBad Lands, the deserts, that wonderful quiet and peace, the\ngrandeur of Nature/ the solitude of a man, ja traveler;\nthen again the buzzing life of the busy industrious city.\nShouldn't the noises, the roaring and the moaning which fill\nthe air of our cities impress the creative genius of a musician,\nshouldn't all that that is distinctively American call forth an\necho in the soul of the artist? There surdy must be American\nmusic, right at this moment. It only has not had a chance to\nfind its way to its right possessor: the American public.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre invites every American com-\nposer and musician to take advantage of its opportunities.\nEverybody will be considered equally seriously.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre! does not endeavor to produce\nmasterpieces or to detect geniuses, in other words, to create sensa-\ntional successes. The artist is e'qually free to step before the\npublic, as the people—his audience—are free to come and to like\nor to dislike. To have an audience must be the! most cherished\ndesire of every artist, and he who takes his art seriously will\nwelcome his audience as his critics. Because there is no ad-\nmission fee charged and everybody welcome as long as there\nare seats and standing capacity, the audience is comprised of\na combination of people who resemble truly the American\npeople at large to whom every artist wishes to appeal finally."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "230", "page_fin": "230", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "230", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2438, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, November Ist.\nJHE heading of this record finds too ample? justification this\nmonth, although of the three leading figures who have\ndisappeared from among us: Henri Fabre, Remy de Gourmont,\nand Camille de Sainte Croix, only the two last properly belonged\nto Paris. Paradoxical as it sounds of so retiring a personality,\nRemy de Gourmant was efminently Parisian not only in spite\nbut also on account of the fact that he did not parade in\nthe academical cocked hat which so much better becomes the\nmore popularly and internationally renowned Paul Bourget,\nMaurice Donnay, Edmond Rostand, and Piefrre Loti; that his\nboulevard was the one which is not one, i.e. the Boulevard\nSaint Germain; and that the cafe he patronized was pure of\nconfraternal or cosmopolitan associations. To the independants\nof Montparnasse, to the official of the' right bank, the Paris\nof Gourmont—the rue des Saint Peres, where he lived (in\ncomplete solitude), the Cafe de Flore, on the frontier lintf\nbetween the faubourg (Saint Germain) and the quartier (Latin),\nwhere he took his occasional aperitif, are the provinces. To these\nand to those they are out of the world and out of date. They\nare, also, unprofessional. Remy de Gourmont kept on this\nborder-line of semi-aristocracy, semi-Bohemia in his life and in\nhis work. His Paris was his own Paris; his position in letters\nwas unshared. He was not an independent; he was independ-\nent. Consequently, isolated; consequently, strong. A haughty,\nsolitary, pathetic figure. He was no one's disciple and leaves\nno disciples. His earlier tendencies inclined, no doubt, in the\ndirection of symbolism, with whose proselytes he identified\nhimself, a natural fluctuation on the part of a fastidious intellect\nsubmitted to the reaction following upon naturism (Remy de\nGourmont was born in 1858)—one to which youth in its disdain\nfor the positive and concrete frequently tends at all times—and\nwhose infinite? capacity for culture compensated for what his\nimagination might lack in power of endurance.\nThis peculiarity had occasion to find expression with the out-\nbreak of war, when he promptly reversed his attitude of inter-\nnationalist (he lost his post as librarian at the Bibliothequtf\nNationale for having said he would not give a pinch of snuff\nfor Alsace-Lorraine) to take position with the patriots and\nmajority.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "230", "page_fin": "232", "image_debut": 5, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "This Week's Performances in Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "This Week's Performances in Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "230", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 2440, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2802, "texte": "This Week's Performances in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nA VIVID picture of the obstacles and stumbling-blocks in the\ncareer of the American musician or singer is the life\ngtory of Maud Edens, the exceptional mezzo-soprano who will\nbe heard this week at the evening performances of the Little\nThimble Theatre. Born and reared on a farm in south Texas,"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "231", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2950, "texte": "Miss Edens received her first vocal instruction in San Antonio,\nand not having sufficient funds to complete her musical educa-\ntion in leisure, devoting her entire time? to her schooling, she\nwas compelled to earn her living in various other vocations,\noften not shrinking from actual labor and work behind the\ncounter in a department store.\nThe! offers from the vaudeville stage—and very luring ones—\nwere refused after she had given the stage life of a \"circuit\nactress\" a short trial. \"Many times I seemed almost compelled\nto surrender the fight for my education,\" said Miss Edens. \"The\nstage life—especially of the vaudeville musician—is not con-\ngenial to really artistic ideals so the struggle has been harder\nbecause of the? failure on my part to reconcile the ideal and the\nreal.\n\"There is nothing substantial in the flash of the footlights—\ndoing your turn two or three times a day, together with trainers\nof wild animals, and acrobats. The only real pleasure comes\nfrom the? opportunity to give one's own real expression. I\nfind only one reward for my work and that is my own approval\nof it.\"\nThe program of Miss Edens includes \"Nadeschda,\" by Goring-\nThomas, and \"Mighty Lak' a Rose,\" by Nevin.\nMiss Margaret Baldwin, a Vassar girl, who is devoting her\nlife to the interpretation of music through the terpsichorean\nart, will appear this week in an exquisite program in the\nThimble Theatre. To give to the eye what the composer gives to\nour ear is her great ambtion. Her interpretation of Strauss'efs\n\"Blue Dantfbe,\" awakens in us that subconscious rhythm,\nmaterializes the effusing charms of Strauss'es swaying melody\nand creates in us the joy of life. Her program includes\n\"Momentes Musicalefs,\" by Schubert and \"Blue Danube,\" by\nStrauss.\nJust such people of the musical world who prefer to do for the\ntime being work of all kinds for a living, in order to keep\ntheir ideals for their chosen profession—their music, should\nbe given a chance to appear before the public to express them-\nselves to an audience?, to receive encouragement, or to realize\nthat their playing or their singing is a nice pastime for themselves,\nbut not big enough, nor a message for the world. To relieve\nthe financial and material struggles of artists is not the mission\nof the Little Thimble Theatre, but to give the self-conscious\nartist a chance to deliver his message or to strengthen the\nself-consciousness in the one whom the commercial attitude of\nthe world made to lose belief in himself.\nFrances Sybil Robinson, another singer who will appear on\nthis week's program in the Little Thimble Theatre?, aims to\nbecome an opera singer. On account of the war she had to\nleave her home in England and abandon the promising career\nwhich seemed opened for her in her own country. She is at\npresent employed as governess in a suburb of New York. She\nwill sing Thursday, Friday and Saturday, an aria from Mozart's\n\"Nozze di Figaro,\" and two ballads."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "232", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 439, "texte": "Miss Marguerite Glenn, from Nashville, Tennessee, is entering\nupon a career as a concert singer and will have her first\nNew York appearance before a public audience this week in the\nLittle Thimble Theatre. She prefers the old-fashioned song\nwith all its coquetry and the charms of by-gone-days' gallantry.\nTwo numbers of her program are, \"A Painted Butterfly,\" by\nJocelyn Noel and \"Riding on a Load of Hay,\" by Harry Birch."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "232", "page_fin": "233", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Psalm of Life", "titre_sommaire": "The Psalm of Life", "signature_source": "After the German of Karl Ettlinger, by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "232", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 441, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2459, "texte": "The Psalm of Life\n\nI.\nAT the age of twenty-two he said to his father: \"Your good\nadvises are worthless. They never can suit me. They\nare saturated with mistrust against humanity, they are full of\ndisappointment. But I do believe in humanity. If you made\nbad experiences, it is your own fault, father! I know it and\nI feel it: thefre is only one thing we can depend upon in this\nshort life, upon the kindness of human nature. So you better\nsave your good advises and let me work unmolested on that\nwhich you call my own destruction!\"\nHe kissed his father, petted his cheek and thought: \"Poor,\ndear father,—how embittered he is J\"\nAnd then he went away to his friends.\nII.\nAT the age of thirty-four he said to his wife: \"Surely it is\ngrieving that all my frieStids betrayed my confidence and\ngot the beftter of me. Never would I have believed it of Alex-\nander. I would have given my last cent for him without hesita-\ntion and he deceived me for a farthing. But all this won't\nmatter. Don't I have you? The love of a woman is the only\nthing in this undefendable world one can depend upon. Let\nme kiss your beautiful blue eyes I\"\nHe petted her cheek and thought: \"How rich I am! How\nummeasurably rich.\"\nIII.\nAT the age of forty-five years he spoke to his French poodle:\n\"To-day is the third anniversary that she has left us.\nAnd oh, what a dude was the man with whom she eloped! She\nsurdy is very happy. How much have I loved her, and there\nwas nothing that I wouldn't have done for her. But perfidy\nseems to be an essential in the female nature. If I did not have\nyou, my dear poodle, I would be all alone. You true and\nsincere animals are the only beings one can depend upom in this\nfalse world. I love you, my little dog!\"\nHe petted the white poodle and gave him a piece of sugar.\nIV.\nAT the age of fifty-three he looked meditating at the marble\nhead of Apollo on his writing-desk and said: \"Yester-\nday I saw him on the street. He, too, recognized me instantly\nand jumped up on me. But soon he followed his new master"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "233", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1157, "texte": "and left me behind. It would be easy to clwtn him back, as hi\nwas stolen from me—but he loves his new master better than\nme. All that they tell about the fidelity of animals is a fairy\ntale. Only upon you, you lifeless things, can one depend. I\nwonder who created you, you beautiful marble head? I wonder\nif he ever suffered as I did.\nHe petted the cold marble and kissed it.\nV.\nAT the age of sixty-seven he died. It was of heart failure.\nAmong his possessions there was found a piece of paper\nwith a few lines upon it. They read: \"It is strange. lam\nstarting to believe in humanity. I feel that I shall love humanity\nif there are still a few more years of wishless age in store for\nme. To-day I saw a child which—\" In the middle of his sentence\ndeath had surprised him.\nDistant relatives divided among themselves the welcome in-\nheritance. Only a small package was passed up by everybody\nand finally thrown away. It contained: one out-lawed promis-\nsory note, signed by one Alexander, unknown to everybody. A\nwoman's lock of hair, a dog collar and the broken fragments\nof a marble figure.\n\nAfter the German of Karl Ettlinger, by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "233", "page_fin": "233", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Ave Maria", "titre_sommaire": "Ave Maria", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "233", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1159, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2265, "texte": "Ave Maria\nGuido Bruno\nS°°N the thick brown buds of the trees will open. Nature\nis pregnant and will give birth. The tender green and\npink life will thirst for the first refreshing rain. Everything\nwill bloom and send forth fragrance and live—and live.\nThe atmosphere around me vibrates. The darkness seems to\nstretch into the immeasurable. And there, from there, resounds\nthe echo. I feel it. With every nerve of my brain and with\nevery vein which leads back from the extremest finger-tips to the\nheart. I feel it.\nA grave is there with a big cold stone, and under it the\ndust of the warmest heart. Does it bloom there, too, sending\nforth fragrance? And will the rosemaries glow again?\nThe Mother of God in the nearby church holds her baby in\nher arms. She seems to smile and to be pleased with the\nbeautiful roses and mignonettes brought to her in her month.\nMother of God, do you remember that last sigh of that red\nbleeding heart; you, her last thought before it died? Mother\nof God, did you send the fragrance and the? love through\nthe night from one end of the indefinite to the other?\nOra pro nobis 1"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "234", "page_fin": "234", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Disciple", "titre_sommaire": "The Disciple", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "234", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2245, "texte": "The Disciple\nOscar Wilde\nThis story of England's master teller of fables and fairy tales\nof the last century appeared in\"The Spirit Lamp,\" for March,\n1893, a short-lived literary periodical in Oxford, edited by Lord\nAlfred Douglas who recently denied, in his voluminous book,\nhis master. \"The Spirit Lamp\" is exceedingly scarce and there is\nno complete set extant in America.\nWhen Narcissus died the Trees and the Flowers desired to\nweep for him.\nAnd the Flowers said to the Trees, \"Let us go to the River\nand pray it to lend us of its waters, that we may make tears\nand weep and have our fill of sorrow.\"\nSo the Trees and the Flowers went to the River, and the\nTrees called to the River and said, \"We pray thee to lend us\nof thy waters that we may make tears and weep and have our\nfill of sorrow.\"\nAnd the River answered, \"Surely ye may have of my waters\nas ye desire. But wherefore would ye turn my waters, which\nare waters of laughter, into waters that are waters of pain?\nAnd why do ye seek after sorrow?\"\nAnd the Flowers answered, \"We seek after sorrow because\nNarcissus is dead.\"\nAnd when the? River heard that Narcissus was dead, it\nchanged from a river of water into a river of tears.\nAnd it cried out to the Trees and the Flowers and said.\n\"Though every drop of my waters is a tear, and I have changed\nfrom a river of water into a river of tears, and my waters\nthat were waters of laughter are now waters of pain, yet can\nI not lend ye a tear, so loved I Narcissus.\"\nAnd the Trees and the Flowers were silent, and after a\ntime, the Trees answered and said, \"We do not marvel that\nthou should'st mourn for Narcissus in this manner, so beautiful\nwas he.\"\nAnd the River said, \"But was Narcissus beautiful?\"\nAnd the Trees and the Flowers answered, \"Who should\nknow that better than thou? Us did he ever pass by, but thee\nhe sought for, and would lie on thy banks and look down\nat thee, and in the mirror of thy waters he would mirror his\nown beauty.\"\nAnd the River answered, \"But I loved Narcissus because,\nas he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror\nof his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored. Therefore\nloved I Narcissus, and therefore must I weep and have my\nfill of sorrow, nor can I lend thee a tear.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "235", "page_fin": "236", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Turtles' Eyelids", "titre_sommaire": "Turtles' Eyelids", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "235", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 94, "fin_caractere_exclue": 904, "texte": "Turtles' Eyelids\nBy D. Molby\nTHE first thing about turtles' eyelids is that thefy have two\nseparate layers. The inside one is made to keep the\nsand out and yet be seen through. It is a single piece and\nworks from the inside corner like a sliding curtain.\nNot many people know it, but the human eye has a thing\njust like this, only it is never drawn out. Howevet, anybody\ncan see it by just looking in a glass. Perhaps it would be a good\nthing if it could be used, but it can't. One would suppose that\nthe turtle's outer lids would not hav£ any use, but they do.\nThey are made to sleep with.\nA turtle does not have any eyebrows as he is cold-blooded\nand ncfver sweats, so does not need them. Not being made to\nlook at, especially, he has no eyelashes. This is a good thing\nfor it keeps him from having any stys."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "236", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 318, "texte": "In a general way a turtle's eye is very much like a crocodile's.\nThe reason people use the expression \"crocodile tears,\" is that\na crocodile does not shed many tears, and what he does shed\nare cold ones. \"Turtle tears\" would do just as well, and I\nthink it should be used occasionally just for variety."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "235", "page_fin": "235", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Oscar Wilde—The Last Drawing from Life, Paris, very Shortly Before his Death", "titre_sommaire": "Oscar Wilde—The Last Drawing from Life, Paris, very Shortly Before his Death", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "235", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 92, "texte": "Oscar Wilde—The Last Drawing from Life, Paris, very Shortly\nBefore his Death"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "236", "page_fin": "236", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Children's Hour on the Square", "titre_sommaire": "Children's Hour on the Square", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "236", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 320, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2574, "texte": "Children's Hour on the Square\nMr. Edison's children of the! Children's Hour have found a\nnew patron, a rather very practical patron. While she wishes\nto have her incognito preserved, we do not doubt that she must\nbe a mother herself; a mother who witnessed perhaps, the\nchildren dancing and being merry around the Diamond Disc,\nwho saw not only the flushed cheeks and the often hilarious\njoys of the quickly moving boys and girls, but thought on the\n\"hereaftefr,\" when the disc shall have stopped playing and the\nchildren will sit around the benches of the park and chat or play\nbefore they go home. Pneumonia is the nursery skeleton of\nefvery mother. It must give her a chill to see those over-\nheated little bodies sitting down, or to walk home with the\nperspiration of exercise on their foreheads, in the same thin coat\nin which they exefrcise. Only a mother could have thought\nof that particular gift which was transmitted as a Thanksgiving;\noffering to my garret, and will be distributed among the chil-\ndren of the Children's Hour on Saturday, December 4th, at\n3:30 in the afternoon. It is a bunch of nice warm sweaters\nwhich can be worn as well by the girls as by the boys and the\nsocial workers who have charge over the Children's Hour\nwill keep a good eye on sweaters and their owners so that they\nwill be worn henceforth \" after all is over.\"\nTo make this gift annonymously increases its value for the\ngiver and for the receivefr. Some of those children there are\nundoubtedly orphans. Free range is left to their imagination\nand their fancy as to whence that warm gift came. To know\nthat one woman among the millions of New York, is good and\nkind-hearted is not such a comfort to the receiver of the gift,\nbut to think that every one that he meets and who looks\nat him with kind eyes may be just the one who provided for\nhim his Thanksgiving gift. The anonymous gift to the child,\nwhich did not emanate from a certain known society, or a\ncertain individual who has a name, carries a great message:\nthis world, all its inhabitants want me to be comfortable.\nT© be indebted to the world means to be indebted to each\nof its individuals and it is just this indebtedness which makes\nman square and fair, which makes them brothers of the\nGolden Rule."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "236", "page_fin": "236", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Book love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest*", "titre_sommaire": "Book love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest*", "signature_source": "Anthony Trollope", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "236", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 2576, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2923, "texte": "Anthony Trollope\nBook love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest*\nand the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.\nIt lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all\nother recreations are gone. It will last you until your death. It\nwill atalse your hours pleasant to you as long as you live."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "237", "page_fin": "238", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.14", "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": "237", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2727, "texte": "In Our Village\nAntonio, the Chestnut Vender\nrVEN if the snow crystals which glitter somewhere high\nabove our planet can't quite make up their minds to\ndescend from their heights as snow, and our afternoons look\nmore like Indian Summer than early winter, the surest sign\nof the winter's refal advent has arrived: Antonia, the vender\nof chestnuts, has come back to the Square. He is just as\nfrozen, with reddish-blue cheeks, dancing from one foot to the\nother, swinging his arms in order to warm his body, as last year\nas the year before, and all the many years previous to that.\nOn the corner of Thompson street and the Square, right\nopposite my garret, in front of that memorial fountain which\ncloses its refreshing spout, when the city gardeners wrap rose\nbushes and the plants of the many colored flowers of the park\ncarefully in straw and cart them away . . . somewhere\nto sleep over the winter, Antonio has his roaster wsth a\nmerry chimney out of which emanate from time to time, hand-\nwarming clouds of vapor. In rhythmical intervals the little\nwhistle shrills the glad tidings to the boys and girls who loiter\naround him and to the passerby: \"Here youl Here is\nsomething simple for you, something that smells good and tastes\ngood!\" Of course, you buy chestnuts. Involuntarily you fish\nout the pennies your newsdealer handed you back as you pur-\nchased your paper.\nOld Antonio looks very much like Garibaldi. But he told\nme that he posed also as Uncle Sam and as Lincoln and as\nan Italian bandit and as immigrant father who hunts in the\nmerciless streets of New York for his lost daughter, and I\nknow you have seen his face somwhere in an illustrated maga-\nzine or in the Sunday supplement of a daily paper. Yes, he is\na model. If the chestnut season closes, he stores away his\nroaster right around the corner on Sullivan, in that old stable\nof our flower man. And then he impersonates in garrets and\nstudios everything and everybody they wish him to impersonate.\nHe can't speak English, but he knows exactly what you want.\n\"Me, Napoleon!\" and he takes the characteristic pose, and\nif you have enough imagination and you know what you want\nto draw, and, you are determined to draw it . . . well, you,\ntoo, will see Napoleon.\nAnd then Antonio is so handy. For instance, your model dis-\nappointed you. He didn't show up, as they often do. Just\nrun down to Antonio's corner, buy out his stock of chestnuts—\nand not expensive are his wares—and he closes shop and comes\nup to your studio and he will pose for you and you chew\nchestnuts and draw.\nThe only one who has a grudge against your bargain will\nbe the gentle woman who takes care of your studio, who has to\nsweep out the chestnut shells the next morning."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "238", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1708, "texte": "Bruno's Garret\nOf great interest proves the exhibition of Mr. Waugh's\ninsects, wild animals, women and lichens, and it will be tacked\nto the walls of Bruno's Garret until December sth.\nBohemia, the rekl one, in Europe, and its romantic capital,\nPrague, is the subject of an informal talk by Guido Bruno on\nMonday evening at eight o'clock. You are invited to attend\nand will be very welcome.\nMary Pyne Kemp informs mef through a messenger of peac«\nand delivery, that since the last issue of Bruno's Weekly she has\nspent most of her time telling people who had read the' notice\nabout a novel she was supposed to have written in the woods\nof Connecticut, that she did not write a novel, but just a story.\nSo, therefore, be it here stated with black type on white paper,\nthat Mary Pyne Kemp did not write a novel, but a story.\nOn Tuesday morning at two-thirty-eight, Djuna Barnes—she\nof the gruesome war pictures and the \"Book of Repulsive\nWomen,\" was inspired by yd gods, awakened from sound\nslumber by the gentle kiss of her genius; she jumped out of\nbed, dashed to her machine and wrote THE POEM. That is\nnothing out of the ordinary. It might happen to you or to mtf.\nBut at eleven o'clock of the same day, she transacted in the\noffice of Bob Davis, him the purchaser of poetry and literature\nfor the Munsety publications, the deed, making the said publica-\ntions the happy proprietors of THE POEM. Some record!\nHappy land-lady!\nBarney Gallant recently returned from an adventurous trip to\nMexico which had the distinction of being press-agented by\nhim, is back to his old haunts in Greenwich Village. He does\nnot wear boots with spurs, not a sombrero—but he tells a good\nmany tales of Mexico."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "238", "page_fin": "238", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "\"Trashy Novels\" in Branch Library News", "titre_sommaire": "\"Trashy Novels\" in Branch Library News", "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": "238", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1710, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2602, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\n\"Trashy Novels\" in Branch Library News\nOf course, it is a matter of opinion to call a novel or \"fiction\"\ntrashy. But the article in the Branch Library News on \"Trashy\nNovels\" and the defense of \"standard fiction\" is highly amusing.\nA library should not consist entirely of books of imagination, nor\naltogether of books of fact: it should have both. Novels are branded\nas \"fiction,\" and are sometimes condemned without discrimination, as\nthough fiction meant \"untruth\" in a moral sense. Persons who write\ncarelessly about \"trashy novels\" imply that if a book is not a novel it\nis thereiore truthful and worthy of all esteem. It requires only a slight\nacquaintance with books to realize how utterly false and misleading\nis this implication. A novel may contain as much truth as a biog-\nraphy, a work of philosophy or of science, or a piece of historical\nwriting."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "239", "page_fin": "239", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Dog Days", "titre_sommaire": "Dog Days", "signature_source": "Clement Yore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "239", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 799, "texte": "Dog Days\nClement Yore\nJT is hell when you are lonesome\nIt is worse when you are blue\nIt is sizzling hot when you're forgot\nAnd realize you're through.\nThese are the dog days pardnefr\nYou know just what I mean\nYou sit alone a worthless drone\nClean sore on what has been.\nThese are the dog days sure enough\nAnd you are there? today\nYou sit and weep and seldom sleep\nBut you've learned how to pray.\nYou've had your fun, 'tis over\nThe fiddler's time? is come\nHe wants his pay, now every day\nRise up and give him some.\nWhere are the girls who called you dear\nWhere are the bright eye?d pals\nAll stung like you and quite as blue\nDarning their bacchanals.\nYou are gouty and grim and sullen\nThe dogs and kids hate you\n'Tis sizzling hot and you're forgot\nAnd the hell of it is you're through."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "239", "page_fin": "239", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Bulletin of Chicago Art Institute", "titre_sommaire": "Bulletin of Chicago Art Institute", "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": "239", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 801, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1794, "texte": "Bulletin of Chicago Art Institute\nA revival of the greatest event in the history of Chicago—the\nWorld's Columbian Exposition—emanates from the Ferguson\nMonument Fund of the) Art Institute of Chicago.\nThe corporation which controlled the World's Columbian t Expo-\nsition of 1893 did not disband as a business organization until Sep-\ntember, 1915. The balance of $48,000.00 which the Board of Directors had\nin their treasury they presented to the Trustees of the B. F, Ferguson\nMonument Fund, who are also Trustees of the Art Institute. This\nmoney is to be used for the erection of a statue to commemorate the\nWorld's Fair, the statue chosen being a reproduction of the colossal\nstatue of \"The Republic,\" which stood in the Court of Honor at the\nWorld's Columbian Exposition in 1893. It is to be of bronze, twenty-\nfour feet in height, executed by Daniel Chester French, the sculptor of\nthe original \"Republic,\" and is to be placed ia Jackson Park on the\nsite of the old Administration Buildiag."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "240", "page_fin": "240", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "\"Greenwich Village\"", "titre_sommaire": "\"Greenwich Village\"", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "240", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 342, "texte": "\"Greenwich Village\"\nThe November issue of \"Greenwich Village!,\" which enters\nupon its third volume with this issue, contains a continuation\nof the article on the \"Rise and Decline of the Cabaret: The\nCabaret in New York,\" illustrated by many drawings, \"Heine's\nTestament,\" and a reproduction of the first page of the original."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "240", "page_fin": "240", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "Biography of Edward MacDowell", "titre_sommaire": "Biography of Edward MacDowell", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "240", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 344, "fin_caractere_exclue": 638, "texte": "Biography of Edward MacDowell\nMrs. Elizabeth Fry Page wrote a life of MacDowell, one of the\nfew great native composers of America, which is quite different\nfrom the average biography. Mrs. Page makes us acquainted\nwith MacDowell, the man, and with MacDowell, the lover of\naatare and of romance."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "240", "page_fin": "241", "image_debut": 15, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Maude: A Memory", "titre_sommaire": "Maude: A Memory", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "240", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 640, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2685, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Kenneth, did you ever in your life look at a painting—a\nbeautiful painting which did not seem anything but insignificant\nto you at first? But you found that you couldn't help but look\nat it and the more you looked at it the more beautiful it became\nand it assumed a certain form? You looked and looked—and\nit brought you a message? You felt as if some very heavy bur-\nden you were carrying around was being taken away from you\nby unseen hands. And the same unseen hands would place a\nglorious happiness in your heart?\n\"And your chest would expand and you would wish to be\ngood? You would wish to do some good and some great things?\nAnd you would feel like remaining on a high hill nearer to\nyour Master? Nearer to the Beauty? And you would turn\nyour back to the picture and be another man, again desiring\nto communicate this message you have received to the man with\nthe weary face and to the woman with a tired look whom you\nmet on the street.\n\"Kenneth, were you ever in God's free nature? The sky\nover you and water, water as far as you could see? On a boat\nwith a lot of other people. Men dressed in blue and gray and\nchecked travelling suits with black derby hats or fancy trav-\nelling caps. Women with long coats and short coats and\nsteamer rugs and sweaters? The species of the everyday cattle\nyou see. in the showhouses and in public dining-rooms, laughing\nand talking and sitting quietly in easy chairs. And then among\nthem all you see one—a one you have seen since your child-\nhood days in different disguises. It was the Fairy Godmother\nas long as you wore knickerbockers. It was the Princess in\nyour storybooks which you found under the Christmas tree\nand later it was the one you dreamed about and imagined so\noften, that you found her, only to be disappointed. And now\nas a grownup man, who has forgotten boyish dreams, who gave\nup as vain the search for the Masterpiece of Creation, you see\nher standing at the railing of the highest deck.\"\nIt was dark in the room but neither of the men noticed how"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "241", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2571, "texte": "the sun had struggled with the lake on the far, far horizon,\nthe one of them talking with his quieting dreamy voice, the\nother intently listening. An expression of pain came over Ken-\nneth's face as he looked through the dusk at Courtland. A\nstrange soft feeling came over him. He remembered how the\ndear friend of his boyhood had once sat similarly opposite him\nin a dark room— years ago in the twilight, and he was the\nspokesman. Both were young. Both had hopes and ambitions,\narid Keneth had a sister. His friend, Courtland, loved her. All\nthe tender feelings came back to him as he recalled the hour\nin which he had to tell the friend the sad message which shat-\ntered his life hopes for happiness. The sister had forgotten\nthe woes of love. She had forgotten the man who was living\nto devote his life to her and she had gone to a far-off country\nwith another man whom she preferred.\nAs today, they were sitting in a dark room, silent after the\nword was spoken. _ Never again was the unhappy incident men-\ntioned. Never again had they talked about Woman or Love or\nHappiness out side of the one Joy they found in their Life\nwork.\n\"Coutrlarid,\" he spoke softly. It sounded almsot reverently.\n\"Are you in love ?\"\nThere was no answer. The little clock in the raised arm of\nthe bronze statue on top of the bookcase ticked monotonously.\nKenneth waited. Minutes seemed hours. His friend did not\nspeak. Finally he arose, pushed his chair behind him nervously.\n\"Where is your electric light button, Courtland ?\"\nThe spell was broken. The room seemed no longer quiet.\nLow voices in the next room were clearly distinguished. From\nanother direction sounded the monotonous clatter of instru-\nments boiling in a kettle.\n'It is quite late,\" said Kenneth a little nervously. \"I didn't\nintend to stay so long. Will you dine at the club tonight or\nwill you take dinner at home?\"\nCourtland was sitting in his chair. He also got up. He\nfumbled for the light button. Soft light streamed from under\nthe red-silk shade and filtered through the room.\n\"Did you say something?\" asked Courtland. \"You must par-\ndon me. I was thinking—thinking and I forgot I was not\nalone. No, I'll not dine at the club. I shall take a walk to a\nquaint little restaurant in a very unfashionable street. They\nserve the meals on little marble tables and use one knife and\none fork for four courses. The waiter will tell you what he\nconsiders best and recommends for tonight and will bring you\na bottle of wine without waiting for your choice because it is\na part of the dinner."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "242", "page_fin": "242", "image_debut": 17, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.21", "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": 17, "page_imprimee": "242", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 269, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2295, "texte": "Richard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nWAGNER hated Jews. He said so whenever anyone was\nready to listen to his explanations. He wrote it whenever\nhe had the opportunity.\nIt is a curious incident that he thanks his career and introduc-\ntion to personages who helped him gain recognition during his\nlife and even the suggestion of some if his most important\noperas to Jews. The first woman he ever loved was a Jewess.\nThe man who, at his arrival in London, helped him straighten\nout his passport troubles, was a Jew.\nThe family which gave him letters of introduction to Meyer-\nbeer, after he had met them by chance in Boulogne, was Jewish.\nA cousin of this family who resided in Paris procured quarters\nfor Wagner and his wife at a time of distress and when he had\nno other friends.\nIt was the Jew, Maurice Schlesinger, the great music pub-\nlisher and proprietor of the Gazette Musicale who gave him\nemployment in Paris, loaned him money and helped him in his\nhardest years.\nThe Jew, Heinrich Heine, suggested to him the story of the\nFlying Dutchman as the mystic, fascinating material for a\ndrama and an opera.\nwas ungrateful.\nAfter he had succeeded in the eyes of the world, after he\nwas received by kings and princes and he had money and was\nliving in luxury, he denied admittance to his old friends.\nVainly his old friend, August Roeckel, discharged from prison\nafter a confinement of nearly twenty years, appealed to his\ngenerosity. Indignantly Wagner refused to help the old musician\nand revolutionist.\nHe separated from his wife who had shared struggles and\nhardships with him.\nBut he gave Germany its national grand opera.\nWhat he had dreamed came true.\nHe had produced the great \"music of the future.\"\nHis works were worshipped in the sanctum of the nation is\nBayreuth.\nHe had money.\nHe lived in luxury.\nHe was worshipped.\nWagner is the one egoist of the world who: had the right to\nbe egoistic, who never had weak moments, who was true to\nhimself and whose works won his self worshipped Ego the de-\nvotion of the world."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[243]", "page_fin": "[243]", "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.22", "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": "[243]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 78, "texte": "READERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues One Dollar"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-11-27-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-11-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[244]", "page_fin": "[244]", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "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=bmtnaaq19151127-01.2.23", "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": 19, "page_imprimee": "[244]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1024, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Brnno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:l§ p. m.\nThursday,\n3 p. m.\nFriday,\n8:15 p. m.\n8:15 p. m,\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nA little Pilgrimage to the home\nand workshop or 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 Swan««\nRiver,'* \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collins Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to the Matinee on Monday or Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents November 27th, 1915"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[227]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 19\nNOVEMBER 27th, MCMXV\nVol 1\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nThe Richmond Hill House: Its Decline\nand Fall\n\nIN the year 1813, this noble mansion of Aaron Burr remained\nin good preservation, with its broad entrance, under a\nporch of imposing height, supported by tall columns, with\nbalconies fronting the rooms of the second story, and with an\naspect of distinction altogether beyond that of the ordinary\nprivate dwellings of that day. The outer entrance of the\npremises, at that period, was through a spacious gateway, placed\nbetween highly ornamented columns, at the then termination\nof MacDougal Street, about two hundred feet north of Spring\nStreet. The grounds at that time had been reduced in size, by,\nthe interposing barriers of newly opened streets, and no longer\nextended to the river. The beautiful piece of water, long known\nas \"Burr's Pond,\" remained intact, with a full supply of the\nneeded element, which, in winter, gave excitement and enjoyment"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "228", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nto all the noisy urchins fond of the sport of skating. On\nthis point the writer can speak from personal knowledge. \"Burr's\nIfotid,\" so far as its exact location can now be traced* must\nfeaye been on or near the piece of ground known as \"The\nTriangle,\" as it has been followed to a point whete it meets\nthe junction of Bedford and Downing Streets.\nIn the year 1820, the final excavation of the high ground\nwas completed, and in 1822 a public garden was opened, and soon\nbecame a popular resort for the neighboring inhabitants, to\nwhom refreshments were served from the main building. A\nturtle feast became, also, a standard entertainment, and was\nfrequently presented to an appreciative public by a society gifted\nwith a knowledge of such culinary accomplishments.\nHaving passed through all the mutations of city suburban\nproperty, these premises followed the fortunes of other local-\nities: the street commissioner made his influence felt; streets and\navenues were opened; buildings were demolished or removed;\nprofile maps came into vogue; hills disappeared and valleys\nwere filled; until at length the old Richmond Hill mansion\nfound itself shorn of all its grandeur, stripped of its verdant\ngroves, despoiled of its gardens and lawns, sitting sadly, far\nbeneath its former altitude, at the noisy and somewhat unsavory\ncorner of Charlton and Varick Streets. Its stately portals no\nlonger opened wide to welcome the entrance of distinguished\nguests from foreign lands or the brilliant crowds that came to\nmingle in the gay receptions of joyous and sparkling Theodosia.\nPoor Theodosia! whose grave has been made for her beneath\nthe? surging billows of the ocean.\nAlas! for the changes wrought by the relentless hand of\nTime! The tenacity of life with the old mansion was remarkable;\nand, after the gardens had ceased to be remunerative and other\nsimilar attractions had failed, a new and more pretentious effort\nwas made to embellish its history and to keep alive, a little\nlonger, the distincton attached to its name. On its new\nfoundation the house was placed with its front, still wearing the\nadornments of columns and balconies, some twenty feet with-\ndrawn from Varick Street, extending along the line of Charlton\nStreet. About the year 1831, the premises were leased, and a\nnew building constructed in the rear, connected with the prin-\ncipal edifice, and running back about fifty feet with the view\nto form a dramatic temple under the title? of \"The Richmond\nHill Theatre.\" When completed the management of the estab-\nlishment was entrusted to Mr. Richard Russell an experienced\nand respectable member of the theatrical profession.\nShortly before the opening night the manager invited, by\npublic notice and the offer of a prize, the co-operation of our\ncity's literati in the production of a Poetical Address for the\nOccasion. The committee selected to award the prize sat in one\nb& the reception chambers of the old time honored mansion.\nIt was an afternoon to be remembered. As the long twilight\ndeepened into evening, the shadows of departed hosts and long-\nforgotten gueste seemed to hover 'round the dilapidated halls"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "229", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nand the dismantled chambers. Silence and a saddening gloom\nweighed heavily on the spirits of the selected party. But the\nlights came, the feeling of depression soon passed away, and\nthe disordered fancy was roused to resume the duty of the\nhour.\nMr. Gulian C. Verplanck was chosen to brefak the seals of a\ncouple of dozen envelopes. The writer of this paper was per-\nmitted to be a sharer in the ceremonies. As the poefms were\nread, or glanced at, some few were placed on the right hand,\nbut much the larger number on the! left. Of course there\ncould be but little hesitation in making up the final verdict\nThe successful competitor bore the name of Fitz-Greene Halleck.\n\nGeneral Prosper M. Wetmore\n\nEdison to America's Musicians\nThere surely must be among the thousands of musicians\nin New York—and it is safe to say hundreds of thousands in\nthe United States—men who are taking the old masters of the\nworld for fundamental knowledge! and worshipful reverie but\nfeel the throbbing life around them—who feel its music, its\ntragedy, its romance, and who are endeavoring to express\nthemselves through their medium: music. The far West, the\nBad Lands, the deserts, that wonderful quiet and peace, the\ngrandeur of Nature/ the solitude of a man, ja traveler;\nthen again the buzzing life of the busy industrious city.\nShouldn't the noises, the roaring and the moaning which fill\nthe air of our cities impress the creative genius of a musician,\nshouldn't all that that is distinctively American call forth an\necho in the soul of the artist? There surdy must be American\nmusic, right at this moment. It only has not had a chance to\nfind its way to its right possessor: the American public.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre invites every American com-\nposer and musician to take advantage of its opportunities.\nEverybody will be considered equally seriously.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre! does not endeavor to produce\nmasterpieces or to detect geniuses, in other words, to create sensa-\ntional successes. The artist is e'qually free to step before the\npublic, as the people—his audience—are free to come and to like\nor to dislike. To have an audience must be the! most cherished\ndesire of every artist, and he who takes his art seriously will\nwelcome his audience as his critics. Because there is no ad-\nmission fee charged and everybody welcome as long as there\nare seats and standing capacity, the audience is comprised of\na combination of people who resemble truly the American\npeople at large to whom every artist wishes to appeal finally."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "230", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, November Ist.\nJHE heading of this record finds too ample? justification this\nmonth, although of the three leading figures who have\ndisappeared from among us: Henri Fabre, Remy de Gourmont,\nand Camille de Sainte Croix, only the two last properly belonged\nto Paris. Paradoxical as it sounds of so retiring a personality,\nRemy de Gourmant was efminently Parisian not only in spite\nbut also on account of the fact that he did not parade in\nthe academical cocked hat which so much better becomes the\nmore popularly and internationally renowned Paul Bourget,\nMaurice Donnay, Edmond Rostand, and Piefrre Loti; that his\nboulevard was the one which is not one, i.e. the Boulevard\nSaint Germain; and that the cafe he patronized was pure of\nconfraternal or cosmopolitan associations. To the independants\nof Montparnasse, to the official of the' right bank, the Paris\nof Gourmont—the rue des Saint Peres, where he lived (in\ncomplete solitude), the Cafe de Flore, on the frontier lintf\nbetween the faubourg (Saint Germain) and the quartier (Latin),\nwhere he took his occasional aperitif, are the provinces. To these\nand to those they are out of the world and out of date. They\nare, also, unprofessional. Remy de Gourmont kept on this\nborder-line of semi-aristocracy, semi-Bohemia in his life and in\nhis work. His Paris was his own Paris; his position in letters\nwas unshared. He was not an independent; he was independ-\nent. Consequently, isolated; consequently, strong. A haughty,\nsolitary, pathetic figure. He was no one's disciple and leaves\nno disciples. His earlier tendencies inclined, no doubt, in the\ndirection of symbolism, with whose proselytes he identified\nhimself, a natural fluctuation on the part of a fastidious intellect\nsubmitted to the reaction following upon naturism (Remy de\nGourmont was born in 1858)—one to which youth in its disdain\nfor the positive and concrete frequently tends at all times—and\nwhose infinite? capacity for culture compensated for what his\nimagination might lack in power of endurance.\nThis peculiarity had occasion to find expression with the out-\nbreak of war, when he promptly reversed his attitude of inter-\nnationalist (he lost his post as librarian at the Bibliothequtf\nNationale for having said he would not give a pinch of snuff\nfor Alsace-Lorraine) to take position with the patriots and\nmajority.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London.\n\nThis Week's Performances in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nA VIVID picture of the obstacles and stumbling-blocks in the\ncareer of the American musician or singer is the life\ngtory of Maud Edens, the exceptional mezzo-soprano who will\nbe heard this week at the evening performances of the Little\nThimble Theatre. Born and reared on a farm in south Texas,"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "231", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMiss Edens received her first vocal instruction in San Antonio,\nand not having sufficient funds to complete her musical educa-\ntion in leisure, devoting her entire time? to her schooling, she\nwas compelled to earn her living in various other vocations,\noften not shrinking from actual labor and work behind the\ncounter in a department store.\nThe! offers from the vaudeville stage—and very luring ones—\nwere refused after she had given the stage life of a \"circuit\nactress\" a short trial. \"Many times I seemed almost compelled\nto surrender the fight for my education,\" said Miss Edens. \"The\nstage life—especially of the vaudeville musician—is not con-\ngenial to really artistic ideals so the struggle has been harder\nbecause of the? failure on my part to reconcile the ideal and the\nreal.\n\"There is nothing substantial in the flash of the footlights—\ndoing your turn two or three times a day, together with trainers\nof wild animals, and acrobats. The only real pleasure comes\nfrom the? opportunity to give one's own real expression. I\nfind only one reward for my work and that is my own approval\nof it.\"\nThe program of Miss Edens includes \"Nadeschda,\" by Goring-\nThomas, and \"Mighty Lak' a Rose,\" by Nevin.\nMiss Margaret Baldwin, a Vassar girl, who is devoting her\nlife to the interpretation of music through the terpsichorean\nart, will appear this week in an exquisite program in the\nThimble Theatre. To give to the eye what the composer gives to\nour ear is her great ambtion. Her interpretation of Strauss'efs\n\"Blue Dantfbe,\" awakens in us that subconscious rhythm,\nmaterializes the effusing charms of Strauss'es swaying melody\nand creates in us the joy of life. Her program includes\n\"Momentes Musicalefs,\" by Schubert and \"Blue Danube,\" by\nStrauss.\nJust such people of the musical world who prefer to do for the\ntime being work of all kinds for a living, in order to keep\ntheir ideals for their chosen profession—their music, should\nbe given a chance to appear before the public to express them-\nselves to an audience?, to receive encouragement, or to realize\nthat their playing or their singing is a nice pastime for themselves,\nbut not big enough, nor a message for the world. To relieve\nthe financial and material struggles of artists is not the mission\nof the Little Thimble Theatre, but to give the self-conscious\nartist a chance to deliver his message or to strengthen the\nself-consciousness in the one whom the commercial attitude of\nthe world made to lose belief in himself.\nFrances Sybil Robinson, another singer who will appear on\nthis week's program in the Little Thimble Theatre?, aims to\nbecome an opera singer. On account of the war she had to\nleave her home in England and abandon the promising career\nwhich seemed opened for her in her own country. She is at\npresent employed as governess in a suburb of New York. She\nwill sing Thursday, Friday and Saturday, an aria from Mozart's\n\"Nozze di Figaro,\" and two ballads."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "232", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMiss Marguerite Glenn, from Nashville, Tennessee, is entering\nupon a career as a concert singer and will have her first\nNew York appearance before a public audience this week in the\nLittle Thimble Theatre. She prefers the old-fashioned song\nwith all its coquetry and the charms of by-gone-days' gallantry.\nTwo numbers of her program are, \"A Painted Butterfly,\" by\nJocelyn Noel and \"Riding on a Load of Hay,\" by Harry Birch.\n\nThe Psalm of Life\n\nI.\nAT the age of twenty-two he said to his father: \"Your good\nadvises are worthless. They never can suit me. They\nare saturated with mistrust against humanity, they are full of\ndisappointment. But I do believe in humanity. If you made\nbad experiences, it is your own fault, father! I know it and\nI feel it: thefre is only one thing we can depend upon in this\nshort life, upon the kindness of human nature. So you better\nsave your good advises and let me work unmolested on that\nwhich you call my own destruction!\"\nHe kissed his father, petted his cheek and thought: \"Poor,\ndear father,—how embittered he is J\"\nAnd then he went away to his friends.\nII.\nAT the age of thirty-four he said to his wife: \"Surely it is\ngrieving that all my frieStids betrayed my confidence and\ngot the beftter of me. Never would I have believed it of Alex-\nander. I would have given my last cent for him without hesita-\ntion and he deceived me for a farthing. But all this won't\nmatter. Don't I have you? The love of a woman is the only\nthing in this undefendable world one can depend upon. Let\nme kiss your beautiful blue eyes I\"\nHe petted her cheek and thought: \"How rich I am! How\nummeasurably rich.\"\nIII.\nAT the age of forty-five years he spoke to his French poodle:\n\"To-day is the third anniversary that she has left us.\nAnd oh, what a dude was the man with whom she eloped! She\nsurdy is very happy. How much have I loved her, and there\nwas nothing that I wouldn't have done for her. But perfidy\nseems to be an essential in the female nature. If I did not have\nyou, my dear poodle, I would be all alone. You true and\nsincere animals are the only beings one can depend upom in this\nfalse world. I love you, my little dog!\"\nHe petted the white poodle and gave him a piece of sugar.\nIV.\nAT the age of fifty-three he looked meditating at the marble\nhead of Apollo on his writing-desk and said: \"Yester-\nday I saw him on the street. He, too, recognized me instantly\nand jumped up on me. But soon he followed his new master"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "233", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nand left me behind. It would be easy to clwtn him back, as hi\nwas stolen from me—but he loves his new master better than\nme. All that they tell about the fidelity of animals is a fairy\ntale. Only upon you, you lifeless things, can one depend. I\nwonder who created you, you beautiful marble head? I wonder\nif he ever suffered as I did.\nHe petted the cold marble and kissed it.\nV.\nAT the age of sixty-seven he died. It was of heart failure.\nAmong his possessions there was found a piece of paper\nwith a few lines upon it. They read: \"It is strange. lam\nstarting to believe in humanity. I feel that I shall love humanity\nif there are still a few more years of wishless age in store for\nme. To-day I saw a child which—\" In the middle of his sentence\ndeath had surprised him.\nDistant relatives divided among themselves the welcome in-\nheritance. Only a small package was passed up by everybody\nand finally thrown away. It contained: one out-lawed promis-\nsory note, signed by one Alexander, unknown to everybody. A\nwoman's lock of hair, a dog collar and the broken fragments\nof a marble figure.\n\nAfter the German of Karl Ettlinger, by Guido Bruno\n\nAve Maria\nGuido Bruno\nS°°N the thick brown buds of the trees will open. Nature\nis pregnant and will give birth. The tender green and\npink life will thirst for the first refreshing rain. Everything\nwill bloom and send forth fragrance and live—and live.\nThe atmosphere around me vibrates. The darkness seems to\nstretch into the immeasurable. And there, from there, resounds\nthe echo. I feel it. With every nerve of my brain and with\nevery vein which leads back from the extremest finger-tips to the\nheart. I feel it.\nA grave is there with a big cold stone, and under it the\ndust of the warmest heart. Does it bloom there, too, sending\nforth fragrance? And will the rosemaries glow again?\nThe Mother of God in the nearby church holds her baby in\nher arms. She seems to smile and to be pleased with the\nbeautiful roses and mignonettes brought to her in her month.\nMother of God, do you remember that last sigh of that red\nbleeding heart; you, her last thought before it died? Mother\nof God, did you send the fragrance and the? love through\nthe night from one end of the indefinite to the other?\nOra pro nobis 1"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "234", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Disciple\nOscar Wilde\nThis story of England's master teller of fables and fairy tales\nof the last century appeared in\"The Spirit Lamp,\" for March,\n1893, a short-lived literary periodical in Oxford, edited by Lord\nAlfred Douglas who recently denied, in his voluminous book,\nhis master. \"The Spirit Lamp\" is exceedingly scarce and there is\nno complete set extant in America.\nWhen Narcissus died the Trees and the Flowers desired to\nweep for him.\nAnd the Flowers said to the Trees, \"Let us go to the River\nand pray it to lend us of its waters, that we may make tears\nand weep and have our fill of sorrow.\"\nSo the Trees and the Flowers went to the River, and the\nTrees called to the River and said, \"We pray thee to lend us\nof thy waters that we may make tears and weep and have our\nfill of sorrow.\"\nAnd the River answered, \"Surely ye may have of my waters\nas ye desire. But wherefore would ye turn my waters, which\nare waters of laughter, into waters that are waters of pain?\nAnd why do ye seek after sorrow?\"\nAnd the Flowers answered, \"We seek after sorrow because\nNarcissus is dead.\"\nAnd when the? River heard that Narcissus was dead, it\nchanged from a river of water into a river of tears.\nAnd it cried out to the Trees and the Flowers and said.\n\"Though every drop of my waters is a tear, and I have changed\nfrom a river of water into a river of tears, and my waters\nthat were waters of laughter are now waters of pain, yet can\nI not lend ye a tear, so loved I Narcissus.\"\nAnd the Trees and the Flowers were silent, and after a\ntime, the Trees answered and said, \"We do not marvel that\nthou should'st mourn for Narcissus in this manner, so beautiful\nwas he.\"\nAnd the River said, \"But was Narcissus beautiful?\"\nAnd the Trees and the Flowers answered, \"Who should\nknow that better than thou? Us did he ever pass by, but thee\nhe sought for, and would lie on thy banks and look down\nat thee, and in the mirror of thy waters he would mirror his\nown beauty.\"\nAnd the River answered, \"But I loved Narcissus because,\nas he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror\nof his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored. Therefore\nloved I Narcissus, and therefore must I weep and have my\nfill of sorrow, nor can I lend thee a tear.\""}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "235", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nOscar Wilde—The Last Drawing from Life, Paris, very Shortly\nBefore his Death\n\nTurtles' Eyelids\nBy D. Molby\nTHE first thing about turtles' eyelids is that thefy have two\nseparate layers. The inside one is made to keep the\nsand out and yet be seen through. It is a single piece and\nworks from the inside corner like a sliding curtain.\nNot many people know it, but the human eye has a thing\njust like this, only it is never drawn out. Howevet, anybody\ncan see it by just looking in a glass. Perhaps it would be a good\nthing if it could be used, but it can't. One would suppose that\nthe turtle's outer lids would not hav£ any use, but they do.\nThey are made to sleep with.\nA turtle does not have any eyebrows as he is cold-blooded\nand ncfver sweats, so does not need them. Not being made to\nlook at, especially, he has no eyelashes. This is a good thing\nfor it keeps him from having any stys."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "236", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn a general way a turtle's eye is very much like a crocodile's.\nThe reason people use the expression \"crocodile tears,\" is that\na crocodile does not shed many tears, and what he does shed\nare cold ones. \"Turtle tears\" would do just as well, and I\nthink it should be used occasionally just for variety.\n\nChildren's Hour on the Square\nMr. Edison's children of the! Children's Hour have found a\nnew patron, a rather very practical patron. While she wishes\nto have her incognito preserved, we do not doubt that she must\nbe a mother herself; a mother who witnessed perhaps, the\nchildren dancing and being merry around the Diamond Disc,\nwho saw not only the flushed cheeks and the often hilarious\njoys of the quickly moving boys and girls, but thought on the\n\"hereaftefr,\" when the disc shall have stopped playing and the\nchildren will sit around the benches of the park and chat or play\nbefore they go home. Pneumonia is the nursery skeleton of\nefvery mother. It must give her a chill to see those over-\nheated little bodies sitting down, or to walk home with the\nperspiration of exercise on their foreheads, in the same thin coat\nin which they exefrcise. Only a mother could have thought\nof that particular gift which was transmitted as a Thanksgiving;\noffering to my garret, and will be distributed among the chil-\ndren of the Children's Hour on Saturday, December 4th, at\n3:30 in the afternoon. It is a bunch of nice warm sweaters\nwhich can be worn as well by the girls as by the boys and the\nsocial workers who have charge over the Children's Hour\nwill keep a good eye on sweaters and their owners so that they\nwill be worn henceforth \" after all is over.\"\nTo make this gift annonymously increases its value for the\ngiver and for the receivefr. Some of those children there are\nundoubtedly orphans. Free range is left to their imagination\nand their fancy as to whence that warm gift came. To know\nthat one woman among the millions of New York, is good and\nkind-hearted is not such a comfort to the receiver of the gift,\nbut to think that every one that he meets and who looks\nat him with kind eyes may be just the one who provided for\nhim his Thanksgiving gift. The anonymous gift to the child,\nwhich did not emanate from a certain known society, or a\ncertain individual who has a name, carries a great message:\nthis world, all its inhabitants want me to be comfortable.\nT© be indebted to the world means to be indebted to each\nof its individuals and it is just this indebtedness which makes\nman square and fair, which makes them brothers of the\nGolden Rule.\n\nAnthony Trollope\nBook love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest*\nand the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.\nIt lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all\nother recreations are gone. It will last you until your death. It\nwill atalse your hours pleasant to you as long as you live."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "237", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Our Village\nAntonio, the Chestnut Vender\nrVEN if the snow crystals which glitter somewhere high\nabove our planet can't quite make up their minds to\ndescend from their heights as snow, and our afternoons look\nmore like Indian Summer than early winter, the surest sign\nof the winter's refal advent has arrived: Antonia, the vender\nof chestnuts, has come back to the Square. He is just as\nfrozen, with reddish-blue cheeks, dancing from one foot to the\nother, swinging his arms in order to warm his body, as last year\nas the year before, and all the many years previous to that.\nOn the corner of Thompson street and the Square, right\nopposite my garret, in front of that memorial fountain which\ncloses its refreshing spout, when the city gardeners wrap rose\nbushes and the plants of the many colored flowers of the park\ncarefully in straw and cart them away . . . somewhere\nto sleep over the winter, Antonio has his roaster wsth a\nmerry chimney out of which emanate from time to time, hand-\nwarming clouds of vapor. In rhythmical intervals the little\nwhistle shrills the glad tidings to the boys and girls who loiter\naround him and to the passerby: \"Here youl Here is\nsomething simple for you, something that smells good and tastes\ngood!\" Of course, you buy chestnuts. Involuntarily you fish\nout the pennies your newsdealer handed you back as you pur-\nchased your paper.\nOld Antonio looks very much like Garibaldi. But he told\nme that he posed also as Uncle Sam and as Lincoln and as\nan Italian bandit and as immigrant father who hunts in the\nmerciless streets of New York for his lost daughter, and I\nknow you have seen his face somwhere in an illustrated maga-\nzine or in the Sunday supplement of a daily paper. Yes, he is\na model. If the chestnut season closes, he stores away his\nroaster right around the corner on Sullivan, in that old stable\nof our flower man. And then he impersonates in garrets and\nstudios everything and everybody they wish him to impersonate.\nHe can't speak English, but he knows exactly what you want.\n\"Me, Napoleon!\" and he takes the characteristic pose, and\nif you have enough imagination and you know what you want\nto draw, and, you are determined to draw it . . . well, you,\ntoo, will see Napoleon.\nAnd then Antonio is so handy. For instance, your model dis-\nappointed you. He didn't show up, as they often do. Just\nrun down to Antonio's corner, buy out his stock of chestnuts—\nand not expensive are his wares—and he closes shop and comes\nup to your studio and he will pose for you and you chew\nchestnuts and draw.\nThe only one who has a grudge against your bargain will\nbe the gentle woman who takes care of your studio, who has to\nsweep out the chestnut shells the next morning."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "238", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBruno's Garret\nOf great interest proves the exhibition of Mr. Waugh's\ninsects, wild animals, women and lichens, and it will be tacked\nto the walls of Bruno's Garret until December sth.\nBohemia, the rekl one, in Europe, and its romantic capital,\nPrague, is the subject of an informal talk by Guido Bruno on\nMonday evening at eight o'clock. You are invited to attend\nand will be very welcome.\nMary Pyne Kemp informs mef through a messenger of peac«\nand delivery, that since the last issue of Bruno's Weekly she has\nspent most of her time telling people who had read the' notice\nabout a novel she was supposed to have written in the woods\nof Connecticut, that she did not write a novel, but just a story.\nSo, therefore, be it here stated with black type on white paper,\nthat Mary Pyne Kemp did not write a novel, but a story.\nOn Tuesday morning at two-thirty-eight, Djuna Barnes—she\nof the gruesome war pictures and the \"Book of Repulsive\nWomen,\" was inspired by yd gods, awakened from sound\nslumber by the gentle kiss of her genius; she jumped out of\nbed, dashed to her machine and wrote THE POEM. That is\nnothing out of the ordinary. It might happen to you or to mtf.\nBut at eleven o'clock of the same day, she transacted in the\noffice of Bob Davis, him the purchaser of poetry and literature\nfor the Munsety publications, the deed, making the said publica-\ntions the happy proprietors of THE POEM. Some record!\nHappy land-lady!\nBarney Gallant recently returned from an adventurous trip to\nMexico which had the distinction of being press-agented by\nhim, is back to his old haunts in Greenwich Village. He does\nnot wear boots with spurs, not a sombrero—but he tells a good\nmany tales of Mexico.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\n\"Trashy Novels\" in Branch Library News\nOf course, it is a matter of opinion to call a novel or \"fiction\"\ntrashy. But the article in the Branch Library News on \"Trashy\nNovels\" and the defense of \"standard fiction\" is highly amusing.\nA library should not consist entirely of books of imagination, nor\naltogether of books of fact: it should have both. Novels are branded\nas \"fiction,\" and are sometimes condemned without discrimination, as\nthough fiction meant \"untruth\" in a moral sense. Persons who write\ncarelessly about \"trashy novels\" imply that if a book is not a novel it\nis thereiore truthful and worthy of all esteem. It requires only a slight\nacquaintance with books to realize how utterly false and misleading\nis this implication. A novel may contain as much truth as a biog-\nraphy, a work of philosophy or of science, or a piece of historical\nwriting."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "239", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nDog Days\nClement Yore\nJT is hell when you are lonesome\nIt is worse when you are blue\nIt is sizzling hot when you're forgot\nAnd realize you're through.\nThese are the dog days pardnefr\nYou know just what I mean\nYou sit alone a worthless drone\nClean sore on what has been.\nThese are the dog days sure enough\nAnd you are there? today\nYou sit and weep and seldom sleep\nBut you've learned how to pray.\nYou've had your fun, 'tis over\nThe fiddler's time? is come\nHe wants his pay, now every day\nRise up and give him some.\nWhere are the girls who called you dear\nWhere are the bright eye?d pals\nAll stung like you and quite as blue\nDarning their bacchanals.\nYou are gouty and grim and sullen\nThe dogs and kids hate you\n'Tis sizzling hot and you're forgot\nAnd the hell of it is you're through.\n\nBulletin of Chicago Art Institute\nA revival of the greatest event in the history of Chicago—the\nWorld's Columbian Exposition—emanates from the Ferguson\nMonument Fund of the) Art Institute of Chicago.\nThe corporation which controlled the World's Columbian t Expo-\nsition of 1893 did not disband as a business organization until Sep-\ntember, 1915. The balance of $48,000.00 which the Board of Directors had\nin their treasury they presented to the Trustees of the B. F, Ferguson\nMonument Fund, who are also Trustees of the Art Institute. This\nmoney is to be used for the erection of a statue to commemorate the\nWorld's Fair, the statue chosen being a reproduction of the colossal\nstatue of \"The Republic,\" which stood in the Court of Honor at the\nWorld's Columbian Exposition in 1893. It is to be of bronze, twenty-\nfour feet in height, executed by Daniel Chester French, the sculptor of\nthe original \"Republic,\" and is to be placed ia Jackson Park on the\nsite of the old Administration Buildiag."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "240", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"Greenwich Village\"\nThe November issue of \"Greenwich Village!,\" which enters\nupon its third volume with this issue, contains a continuation\nof the article on the \"Rise and Decline of the Cabaret: The\nCabaret in New York,\" illustrated by many drawings, \"Heine's\nTestament,\" and a reproduction of the first page of the original.\n\nBiography of Edward MacDowell\nMrs. Elizabeth Fry Page wrote a life of MacDowell, one of the\nfew great native composers of America, which is quite different\nfrom the average biography. Mrs. Page makes us acquainted\nwith MacDowell, the man, and with MacDowell, the lover of\naatare and of romance.\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Kenneth, did you ever in your life look at a painting—a\nbeautiful painting which did not seem anything but insignificant\nto you at first? But you found that you couldn't help but look\nat it and the more you looked at it the more beautiful it became\nand it assumed a certain form? You looked and looked—and\nit brought you a message? You felt as if some very heavy bur-\nden you were carrying around was being taken away from you\nby unseen hands. And the same unseen hands would place a\nglorious happiness in your heart?\n\"And your chest would expand and you would wish to be\ngood? You would wish to do some good and some great things?\nAnd you would feel like remaining on a high hill nearer to\nyour Master? Nearer to the Beauty? And you would turn\nyour back to the picture and be another man, again desiring\nto communicate this message you have received to the man with\nthe weary face and to the woman with a tired look whom you\nmet on the street.\n\"Kenneth, were you ever in God's free nature? The sky\nover you and water, water as far as you could see? On a boat\nwith a lot of other people. Men dressed in blue and gray and\nchecked travelling suits with black derby hats or fancy trav-\nelling caps. Women with long coats and short coats and\nsteamer rugs and sweaters? The species of the everyday cattle\nyou see. in the showhouses and in public dining-rooms, laughing\nand talking and sitting quietly in easy chairs. And then among\nthem all you see one—a one you have seen since your child-\nhood days in different disguises. It was the Fairy Godmother\nas long as you wore knickerbockers. It was the Princess in\nyour storybooks which you found under the Christmas tree\nand later it was the one you dreamed about and imagined so\noften, that you found her, only to be disappointed. And now\nas a grownup man, who has forgotten boyish dreams, who gave\nup as vain the search for the Masterpiece of Creation, you see\nher standing at the railing of the highest deck.\"\nIt was dark in the room but neither of the men noticed how"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "241", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\n\nthe sun had struggled with the lake on the far, far horizon,\nthe one of them talking with his quieting dreamy voice, the\nother intently listening. An expression of pain came over Ken-\nneth's face as he looked through the dusk at Courtland. A\nstrange soft feeling came over him. He remembered how the\ndear friend of his boyhood had once sat similarly opposite him\nin a dark room— years ago in the twilight, and he was the\nspokesman. Both were young. Both had hopes and ambitions,\narid Keneth had a sister. His friend, Courtland, loved her. All\nthe tender feelings came back to him as he recalled the hour\nin which he had to tell the friend the sad message which shat-\ntered his life hopes for happiness. The sister had forgotten\nthe woes of love. She had forgotten the man who was living\nto devote his life to her and she had gone to a far-off country\nwith another man whom she preferred.\nAs today, they were sitting in a dark room, silent after the\nword was spoken. _ Never again was the unhappy incident men-\ntioned. Never again had they talked about Woman or Love or\nHappiness out side of the one Joy they found in their Life\nwork.\n\"Coutrlarid,\" he spoke softly. It sounded almsot reverently.\n\"Are you in love ?\"\nThere was no answer. The little clock in the raised arm of\nthe bronze statue on top of the bookcase ticked monotonously.\nKenneth waited. Minutes seemed hours. His friend did not\nspeak. Finally he arose, pushed his chair behind him nervously.\n\"Where is your electric light button, Courtland ?\"\nThe spell was broken. The room seemed no longer quiet.\nLow voices in the next room were clearly distinguished. From\nanother direction sounded the monotonous clatter of instru-\nments boiling in a kettle.\n'It is quite late,\" said Kenneth a little nervously. \"I didn't\nintend to stay so long. Will you dine at the club tonight or\nwill you take dinner at home?\"\nCourtland was sitting in his chair. He also got up. He\nfumbled for the light button. Soft light streamed from under\nthe red-silk shade and filtered through the room.\n\"Did you say something?\" asked Courtland. \"You must par-\ndon me. I was thinking—thinking and I forgot I was not\nalone. No, I'll not dine at the club. I shall take a walk to a\nquaint little restaurant in a very unfashionable street. They\nserve the meals on little marble tables and use one knife and\none fork for four courses. The waiter will tell you what he\nconsiders best and recommends for tonight and will bring you\na bottle of wine without waiting for your choice because it is\na part of the dinner."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "242", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Concluded)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and edited\nand written by Guido Bruno, at 58 Washington Square, New York\nCity. Subscription $1 a year.\nApplications for entry ss second-class matter at the Post Office oI\nNew York pending.\n\nRichard Wagner—Egoist\nBy Guido Bruno\nWAGNER hated Jews. He said so whenever anyone was\nready to listen to his explanations. He wrote it whenever\nhe had the opportunity.\nIt is a curious incident that he thanks his career and introduc-\ntion to personages who helped him gain recognition during his\nlife and even the suggestion of some if his most important\noperas to Jews. The first woman he ever loved was a Jewess.\nThe man who, at his arrival in London, helped him straighten\nout his passport troubles, was a Jew.\nThe family which gave him letters of introduction to Meyer-\nbeer, after he had met them by chance in Boulogne, was Jewish.\nA cousin of this family who resided in Paris procured quarters\nfor Wagner and his wife at a time of distress and when he had\nno other friends.\nIt was the Jew, Maurice Schlesinger, the great music pub-\nlisher and proprietor of the Gazette Musicale who gave him\nemployment in Paris, loaned him money and helped him in his\nhardest years.\nThe Jew, Heinrich Heine, suggested to him the story of the\nFlying Dutchman as the mystic, fascinating material for a\ndrama and an opera.\nwas ungrateful.\nAfter he had succeeded in the eyes of the world, after he\nwas received by kings and princes and he had money and was\nliving in luxury, he denied admittance to his old friends.\nVainly his old friend, August Roeckel, discharged from prison\nafter a confinement of nearly twenty years, appealed to his\ngenerosity. Indignantly Wagner refused to help the old musician\nand revolutionist.\nHe separated from his wife who had shared struggles and\nhardships with him.\nBut he gave Germany its national grand opera.\nWhat he had dreamed came true.\nHe had produced the great \"music of the future.\"\nHis works were worshipped in the sanctum of the nation is\nBayreuth.\nHe had money.\nHe lived in luxury.\nHe was worshipped.\nWagner is the one egoist of the world who: had the right to\nbe egoistic, who never had weak moments, who was true to\nhimself and whose works won his self worshipped Ego the de-\nvotion of the world."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "[243]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.18", "texte": "READERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues One Dollar"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[244]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151127-01.1.19", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Brnno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nMonday,\n3 p. m.\nWednesday, 2:l§ p. m.\nThursday,\n3 p. m.\nFriday,\n8:15 p. m.\n8:15 p. m,\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nA little Pilgrimage to the home\nand workshop or 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 Swan««\nRiver,'* \"My Old Kentucky Home,\"\n\"Old Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that they were created and\nwritten by Stephen Collins Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to the Matinee on Monday or Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}