{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_sha256": "e037ded656c523269d3cfc21e6a2d5043e3ea7169f10f8730f8a1671b04ffb39", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/12/04_01/bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/12/04_01/bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Clara Tice", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 103, "fin_caractere_exclue": 113, "texte": "Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[247]", "page_fin": "249", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "The Old Church In the Village", "titre_sommaire": "The Old Church In the Village", "signature_source": "John Flavel Mines", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[247]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 141, "fin_caractere_exclue": 415, "texte": "The Old Church In the Village\n\n\"T'HERE is an old-fashioned Methodist Episcopal church at\nthe corner of Bedford and Morton streets, at whose side\nI remember that long ago a quiet little burying-ground stretched.\nThese sCrene and silent settlements of the dead have always had"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "248", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3118, "texte": "a strange fascination for me. Especially is this true of the\nhalf-forgotten nooks in old city by-ways where the men and\nwomen of a former generation sleep—those about whose livet\nhang the romance of the days before I was born. I never past\nthe greensward that softly roofs them in from our eyes that\nI do not wish I could question them concerning the days in\nwhich they lived. Some one had told me that a half-century\nago, when a smaller church building occupied the sittf at Morton\nand Bedford streets, the burial ground was more extensive,\nand I remembered that at one time it was more conspicuous;\nso I wtfit to my old friend, whose memory I knew to be\nwonderfully bright, and asked him how far back he could\nrecall this old-time sanctuary of the disciples of John Wesley.\nHis eyes twinkled triumphantly as he replied: \"Why, I remember\nwhen it was built. I attended with my mother the first\nMethodist meetings here. We belonged to the Dutch Reformed\nchurch at the corner of Bleecker and West Tenth streets—\nit was Herring and Amos streets then—but we got drawn\ninto the carpenter-shop that was the cradle of Methodism here?,\nand, praise to the Lord, I have been in the way ever since.\"\nIt was the story of a city church that he told me the\"n, and\nthis was also a story of the city's growth, though with this\ndifference, that, unlike many another congregation, the people\nof old Bedford street church still hold the fort, and are as\nstrong as they were half a century ago.\nThe first meetings of the Methodists of Greenwich Village\nwere held at the house of Samuel Walgrove, on the north side\nof Morton streeft, not far from Bleecker. Thence they were\ntransferred to this carpenter-shop, whose first floor was care-\nfully swept on Saturday afternoons, and arranged with benches\nof rough lumber, so as to accommodate from fifty to sixty\npersons. This was in 1808. It did not take long for this zealous\nlittle congregation to outgrow its limits and demand more room.\nFive lots were purchased at the corner of Bedford and Morton\nstreets for $250 each, and there a church was built in 1810.\nIt was a plain edifice, without steeple, blinds, or ornaments; its\nsides were shingled, and it was painted the color of cream.\nTwo separate entrances led into the two aisles—one? for males\nand the other for females. The sexes were kept rigidly apart\nfor years. They had a hard time? keeping the girls and boys\napart after the galleries were built.\nThe pulpit was a lofty pepper-box structure, that subse-\nquently went with the high-backed pews and other furniture\nto decorate the interior of the church for colored people on\nWest Fifteenth street, wheft, in 1830, the old building was en-\nlarged by an addition of six feet on the front and fourteen\nfeet on one of the sides, which made a singular exterior and\na decidedly queer interior. Outside, Nature made some amends,\nthrough a row of poplars on the Morton street side and two\ncomely willows on Bedford street. But inside, all was bare\nand hard except around the altar space, which was carpeted.\nThis, together with the placing of blinds at th£ pulpit windows,"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "249", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1184, "texte": "was an innovation that was stoutly resisted. It was inveighed\nagainst by the elders of the congregation as yielding to the\npomps and vanities of the world. But the church prospered.\nJohn Nefwland Maffit, the famous revivalist, held # wonderful\ngatherings in the old meeting-house (no one called it a church\nthen), and in 1840, its membership of nine hundred had out-\ngrown its former accommodations, and the present comfortable\nand commodious edifice was built, which still holds its own\nin the? old Ninth Ward. Under the old church had been a\ncellar in which cider was stored; under the new, the space\nwas turned to better account in class-rooms and an ample\nlecture-room, where the old railing, at which so many thousands\nof converts had knelt in the? days of Maffit and Rice, stands\nas a monument to past simplicity and power.\nIt was in 1841 that the steamship, President sailed from\nNew York, never to return. Among her passengers the\nRevereftd Mr. Cookman, father of the late Reverend John E.\nCookman, D. D., pastor of the Bedford street church, and of\nthe Reverend Alfred Cookman, famed in Methodist annals as a\nleader in the spiritual Israel.\n\nJohn Flavel Mines"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "249", "page_fin": "250", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Henry Ford — the American", "titre_sommaire": "Henry Ford — the American", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "249", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 1186, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2727, "texte": "Henry Ford — the American\n\nPORGET for a while what the newspapers have featured for\nthe last two weeks, and erase from your mind the fanciful\ntales which sound so strange and unlikely emanated from the\nmind of an American practical business man.\nRecollect all you know about the man himself.\nIt is not what we do but what we are. Our actions are the\nexpressions of moods. Of impulses; they are the product of\nwhat we wanted to do and what we had to do, influenced by\nthings out of our control.\nThink of Mr. Henry Ford, the man, of all the things he did;\nread the story of his life and you cannot but admire the mar-\nvelous strength of one righteous and square man. And then\nsit down all by yourself and try to get at the bottom of all\nthis peac£ ship business of his.\nAre we really living in an age where man's work is not\nmeasured by its actual value? Are sentiment and all the wonder-\nful emotions of our hearts, as they are magnanimity,\ngenerosity and chivalry incomprehensible to us, because they\nare the kernel of the fruit, because deeds and interviews and\nstories are the shell, and because the whole is wrapped up in\nnewspaper ?\nMr. Ford is rich, and he was poor. He was a workingman\nand now he is the employer of thousands; he was insignificant,\nand now he amounts to a whole lot. As workingman he lived\nin close community with hundreds and thousands of others\nwho had to solve the problem of life . . . he knows life.\nAs employer he had to create living conditions for thous-\nands and thousands of men. He knew their lives, because"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "250", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2893, "texte": "WWW—B—————iMMMWWMMW————(aMWB————Ban—BaaintjaawwMßMtMtMMMMiaMßWtt'BaaMnwaMta&wwaßMuaaM)'^——iMWii;\nthey came to him with their problems and with their worries.\nAll nationalities and all race?s came to him, and he had to\nmeet them on equal terms, as men ... he knows men.\nResponsibility for others makes big-hearted. His self-con-\nsciousness never left him, that he simply had succeeded while\nothers did not. The manufacturer who employs thousands of\nfamily-fathers is daily called upon to prevent tears and sorrows;\nwidows and orphans are daily visitors to his offices and to his\nheart.\nThese tears and sorrows which struggling Europe's womeft\nand children offer to war-clouded heaven, a cold neutral\nworld as a spectator, moved Henry Ford.\nEurope is not very far from America, it cannot be in the\nheart of Henry Ford. From Europe, mostly, came the men\nwho helped him to build up the work of his life; from Europe\ncame most of the men whom he helped on their hard road\nto establish a new home in the country of their choice1, to\nestablish families, to become citizens of the United States.\nVerily, not far is Europe from America in the heart of Henry\nFord, whose automobiles made an important factor in the city\nand country life of the whole European continent as well as of\nhis own country.\n\\Henry Ford feels that to be above all nationality hatred, and\ndiscrimination, means to be an American.\nSuccess today brings financial returns. Money—a whole lot\nof money—means distinction before the entire world. Henry\nFord was and is a working man. Money to him, is synonomous\nwith success. Money, as commodity, doesn't mean very much to\nhim. He always in the past, was willing to share his success\nand his money with his help-mates. He used it to dry tears, to\nlessen worries, to contribute his share to insure healthy future\ngenerations.\nAnd now in this gigantic disturbance which causes terrible\nchanges in millions of families, he is the one and only indi-\nvidual who dares to cry out: \"Everything I have will I give\naway if I can help to stop the further killing of sons of mothers,\nof adding orphans to the millions of fatherless children.\"\nAnd while the? papers are going on to fill their columns with\nfantastic stories and feed their readers with calculations which\ntranslated into reality are—and how sad it is—just as fantastic\nas the crusades against the evil spirit of yore, I see the big\nman, who dares, in the face' of the whole onlooking world,\nto voice his sorrow, his pain—who dares to follow the impulse\nof his heart, even at the expense of his worldly possessions; a\nman who dares to say that to be American means a little bit\nmore than to wav£ the American flag and to speak English.\nThe voice of the heart is never raised in vain. Good will come\nfrom this undertaking of Mr. Ford, and even if we do not\nknow quite yet—as he does not himself . . . how?\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "251", "page_fin": "252", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Children's Hour on the Square", "titre_sommaire": "Children's Hour on the Square", "signature_source": "Grace Potter", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "251", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3013, "texte": "Children's Hour on the Square\n\nIN Washington Square? Park at Children's Hour are found four\ndistinct classes of children. Not that they keep apart\nall the time, bless you no. The democracy of the place blends\nthem into groups which know ve\"ry little of class. First there\nare the exceedingly well-groomed, perfectly-clad, governess-\nattended little ones of the old aristocracy of New York. These\nchildren come of families who refuse to move away from the\nSquare where their fathers were born, and their fathers before\nthem, and so on back to early Dutch days. These little ones\nare sturdy, good-looking children who spend a large? part of\nevery day out-doors.\nThen come the children of the painters, sculptors, and writers\niwho have made of Greenwich Village around Square ah\nAmerican Latin Quartier. Of course, in books artists are sup-\nposed to have no children. In the few cases where books admit\nsuch accidents have happened the great artist deserts them, or\nat the very least neglects them. But the youngsters of\nNew York's Latin Quartier look anything but neglected. What\nmarks them off from all the rest is the unconventionality which\nthey have learned from their parents in the way of playthings,\nmanners, clothes—and spontaneity. The children of artists—one\nfamous sculptor in MacDougal Alley, has seven—have a belief\nin themselves and a daring in starting new games and new\nfriendships which is a little beyond even the usual freedom of\nchildren. Perhaps it is they who make use of the park more\nhours a day than any of the children except those very poorest\nones who cannot stay at home on account of heat in summer\nand cold in winter, and disease-breeding conditions all the time.\nSometimes the? Quartier children are with a governess, but this\nis most unusual. Oftener they are with their mother or older\nbrothers or sisters, if indeed their independence is not assured\nso that they need no attendant. One writer father comes him-\nself three times a week to look after his little brood of three.\n\"T get more copy per square inch in th,e Park than anywhere\nelse in New York,\" he says. The artist's children are more\npicturesque as to clothes than any of their Their\ngarments do not conform to style at all, but are quaint with\nindividuality and in the vivid colors which children like to wear\nand grown-ups adore to look at.\nThen come the American-born children of Italian parents.\nThese are very numerous. They are very beautiful children,\nblending Italian inheritance with American culture. The mellow-\nness of Italy is in their eyes; the rose and olive of Italy are\nin their complexions; their hair is soft and often wavy. Good\nfood and decent living accommodations together with the phy-\nsical care which America has taught them have developed and\naccentuated all the Italian charms which in the home-land too\noften are lost in the earliest years. When they grow up, beside\nbeing much better looking, they will be heavier, taller, and more\nintelligent than their peasant forebears."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "252", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1632, "texte": "Last are the; Italian immigrant children. Oh, the eager hungry\neyes of them, the groping, searching minds! And the faith\n. the faith in ''the land of the free and the home of the\nbravfi.\" They are in the promised land of all good, and all\nddight, ready to learn what the land will teach them, and sure—•\nso sure that it will be good for them. They are smaller for their\nage than their cousins who were born here, and they are\nthinner, too, and child-gaunt with poor food. Also they are\nragged and dirtier and more' odorous of garlic. But they score\nhere—they know more music than any youngster of their own\nage, born in America. In Italy it is against the law for any\ninstrument not in tune to be played on the public streets. The\nItalians do not wish the e'ars of their children corrupted, nor\nthe ears of the elders disgusted with inharmony. So they make\nlaws to protect their music-sense. Italy loves music, children\nare used to it from the time they sense anything at all. The\nappreciation of the little Italian kids for the Diamond Disc\nrecords is the most enthusiastic and critical in the Park. When\nthe music begins and fascinated children of all clarses cluster\nin evet-growing groups to listen before the dancing begins, the\nlittle American aristocrats, the Quartier children, and Italian-\nAmerican alike, call in excited whispers: \"Guiseppe, tell me\nwhat is _ this piece?\" \"'Nita, what is the song now?\"\n\"Margherita, tell us what ope'ra's this from!\"\nHave you been down to Children's Hour? It doesn't matter\nthat you're a grown-up lady or a big man. You can come just\nthe same. You'd love it!\n\nGrace Potter"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "252", "page_fin": "252", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Day and Night", "titre_sommaire": "Day and Night", "signature_source": "After the Bohemian of Jan Neruda, 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": "252", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1634, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2821, "texte": "Day and Night\nAfter the Bohemian of Jan Neruda, by Guido Bruno\n\"THEY were sitting close together in the glow of the setting\nsun—the Day and the Night.\nSaid the Day: \"Twenty-four children . . . It is a\nwonderful blessing—too great a blessing! How shall we\ndivide them between us? Twelve for you and twelve for me?\nThat would be good only for a short time. Then, weak\nwoman, you would be weary of them. But listen to me,\nwoman! When the summer begins I shall take charge of\nthe greater part. I'll also pour rain over them and let loose\nall my storms and let the thunder shake them. Children\nshould be handled .roughly once in a while. It doesn't harm\nthem. They'll grow strong and I'll enjoy them so much better.\"\nThe Night did not answer, but as the sun arrayed herself\nin mourning attire in passing the heavens. Father Day had\nwrapped Autum fog about his shoulders like a heavy dress\nwith a long train. He was in bad humor and he dropped\nunconsciously one child after another. But Mother Night was\nthere and picked them up lovingly.\nAnd when the Winter came with long darkness and ravag-\ning snowstorms she gathered them all in her arms and was\ncaressing them from morning until evening."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "253", "page_fin": "254", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.7", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "253", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2713, "texte": "This Week's Performances in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nFor the first time before an American public, will appear\nDorothy Gillette a pianist well-known in Buffalo and Rochester,\nand who desires to enter upon a concert care'er in New York.\nMiss Gillette is earning at present her livelihood by teaching,\nbut has appeared also as accompanist. Her program is a Chopin\nselection and includes \"Nocturne in F Major,\" \"Harp Etude,\nOp. 25, No. 1,\" and \"Wind Etudtf, Op. 25, No. 11.\"\nThe outbreak of the war prevented the European career of\nMiss Malvina Harlan Shanklin, who had her debut in the Aeo-\nlian Hall, in London, and was forced on account of the European\nconditions to return to America. She aims to become the inter-\npreter of operatic music on the concert stage. Among the ballads\nand songs she will sing this week is the beautiful \"Songs My\nMother Taught Me,\" by Anton Dvorak, the eminent Bohemian\ncomposer.\nCharles Keeler, known to the readers of Bruno's Weekly from\nvarious poems and short stories he has written for the pages\nof this journal, will recite' a selection of his own poems, h(is\ndance rhythms with musical accompaniment. This selection\nincludes his \"Enchanted Forest\" music by Bertha Remick, and\n\"The Vampire,\" music by Emil Rhoda, which won fame on the\nLiterary Day at the Panama-Pacific Exposition, and have not\nbeen heard in the East. Mr. Keeler will also recite a few of\nhis \"Elfin Songs of Sunland,\" his beautifully drastic children's\nsongs and nursery rhymes.\nDr. Harold Addison, well-known and very successful in his\nprofession, will follow the voice of his heart, abandon his\npresent profession and devote his life exclusively to music.\nDr. Addison, who has an exceptional bass voice, never before\nhas appeared on a public stage, with the exception of occasional\ncharitable concerts. He has been studying for a number of years\nand finally decided to begin upon a musical career. He will\nsing from Mozart's Magic Flute \"In diesen heiligen Hallen,\"\nGermain's \"Rolling Down to Rio,\" and Gounod's \"Serenade,\"\nfrom Faust.\nPandora\nC. E. LeMassena's three act operetta Pandora has been ac-\ncepted by Charles Edison for performance at his Little Thimble\nTheatre, New York. The production will be under the manage-\nment of Guido Bruno and the music under the direction of the\ncomposer. There will be a chorus of children and the principal\nparts will be taken by artist pupils. The performances will be\ngiven on the evenings of December 16th, 17th, and 18th, and a\nmatinee on the 20th.\nThere are seventeen musical numbers in the score, and the\ncast calls for eighteen speaking parts in addition to the four\nprincipals and chorus. The scene is laid in Greece during the"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "254", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 581, "texte": "Golden Age period, in the house of Epimetheus. The book\nis founded on Hawthorne's story \"The Paradise of Children,\"\nwhich, however, has been much enlarged in regard to both plot\nand action. The role of Pandora will be sung by Kathryn Viley,\na young soprano of Kansas City, Mo. Miss Viley is a de-\nscendant from a long line of famous ancestors, among whom\nwere four Governors of Kentucky, the noted Governor Shelby\nhaving been her great-great-great-grandfather. John C.\nBrepkenridge, Vice-president of the Confederacy during the\nCivil War, was another near relative."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "254", "page_fin": "254", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.8", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "254", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 583, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2639, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, November, 10th.\nRETIRED and laborious life was that of Henri Fabre, the\npoet-naturalist, who has also been cheated from witnessing\nthe issue of the war he deplored without attempting to justify\nit as did Gourmont. There are no books of romance more\n\"exciting\" than Fabre's descriptions of insect life, and which\nwould have remained practically unknown to the public without\nM. Maeterlinck's discovery and proclamation only a very few\nyears ago. Henri Fabre died at the age of ninety-two in his\ndistant Provencal home, which he' never condescended to leave\nin quest of honours or recognition, but where these eventually,\nand rather to his dismay, sought him out when he had left\neighty years and a proud array of writings well behind him.\nThe third of the literary trio to die in October was M.\nCamille de Sainte Croix, a Shakespeare specialist. His name\nwill be remembered in connexion with his staging of the\nElizabethan's works, accomplished with the taste due to\nerudition, and which invariably aroused the admiration of con-\nnoisseurs. Born in 1859, he had devoted the greater part of his\ncareer to polemistic journalism. He also leaves some novels,\nstories, plays, verse, and art criticisms.\n\"To help to disperse the false reputation of 'French novels'\nin England\" is one of the objects of the Anglo-French literary\nbureau founded by M. Sebastien Voirol, the simultaneiste poet,\nin view of providing a link between English writers and their\nconfreres in France. To these and to those it proposes to\nsupply professional information and to bring them into contact\nwith each other when desired or desirable, and as far as\npossible with regard to \"affinities.\" The unwritten, but as I\nam assured, practised clause': \"no Germans,\" brings the enter-\nprise into line with the existing preoccupations of the majority.\nThe Bureau, whose headquarters are at 29 Rue Vineuse, Paris,\nis founded on a basis of reciprocity, members and adherents\n\"being expected to help each other.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "255", "page_fin": "255", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Diplomats", "titre_sommaire": "Diplomats", "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": "255", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 25, "texte": "Diplomats"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "255", "page_fin": "256", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Gnats", "titre_sommaire": "Gnats", "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": "255", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 27, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1258, "texte": "Gnats\nBy D. Molby\nA GNAT is usually very nearsighted or else blind. He has\nno business going out at night. If he does he is likely\nto be lured to his moral and physical ruin. Indeed, the\nchances are that he will never wake on the morning after hij\nfirst night out. Some bat will get him or he' will see a fire\nsome'where and be sucked right into it like smoke into a flue. A\nlight at night is something the poor gnat cannot resist. It ic\nhis instinct to go and, see what it is, and by the time he finds\nout his wings are so scorched and his lungs so full of smok£\nthat he can't come out. Nobody is there to so much as touch\nthe tip of his tongue with cold water. He is consumed in\ntorment and his little soul set free.\nGnats have been in the! world for millions of years, but fire\nhas not, except when the lightning struck a dead tree. So in\nthose days about the only way a gnat could get killed was to fly\ninto somebody's eye. It is hard to think that a gnat would\ndo this. If he had a lick of sense he would know that after\nhe has been rolled around for two minutes he will be a hope-\nless wreck. No gnat in his right mind would thus plunge\nhimself into the great unknown.\nSince flint was discovered and womefn began to cook, the"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "256", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 268, "texte": "gnat population of the world has fallen off something awful,\nuntil it is a matter of science that if steps are not taken so that\neverything is done by electricity, within fifty years evety last\ngnat will be gone except the ones in the museums and zoos."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "256", "page_fin": "257", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village a la Town Topics", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village a la Town Topics", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "256", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 270, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3006, "texte": "Among Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nMRS: BELMONT TIFFANY, one of the dozen really ultra-\nfashionable women of the Washington Square neighbor-\nhood, is not to return to the house No. 63 West Ninth Street,\nwhich she has been occuping for many winters, but is now at\nClifton Berley, Staten Island, the Sir Roderick Cameron estate,\nlater in the season to move up into an apartment in the upper\nPark Avenue fashionable quarter. It had bc'en a cause of\nwonderment to society people for years, how a daughter of\nthe late Sir Roderick Cameron, and a member of the wealthy\nestate\", which owns the Cameron building at Madison Avenue\nand 34th Street and Clifton Berley, the largest landed estate on\nStaten Island, could content herself to pass her winters in a\nmediocre little house in West 9th Street almost over to the Sixth\nAvenue \"Dead Line.\"\nA peculiar distinction shared by none of the grande dames of\nWashington Square North, is that enjoyed by Mrs. Willis-Frost\nof No. 44 Fifth Avenue. Her portrait is painted on the walls\nof the National Capitol Building at Washington. Her likeness\nforms one of a historical group depicted just prior to Governor\nTilden's Presidential debacle, at the time when her husband,\nHon. Benjamin E. Willis, of this city, was at the height of his\nfame as a lawyer and member of Congress. Mrs. Willis-Frost,\nwho married again several years after the death of Congressman\nWillis, was the beautiful and fascinating Lillie MacCauley, the\nsister of Mrs. Cortlandt Schuyler Van Rensselaer, who formerly\nlived on West 11th Street. A large portrait of Mrs. Willis-Frost\nhung for a great many years in a loan collection of pictures\nin our Metropolitan Museum of Art. At the present hour,\nMrs! Willis-Frost is more specially pointed out as the mother\nof the handsome suffragist, Portia Willis, who seems to havt\ninherited a double portion of her father, the late Congress-\nman Benjamin E. Willis' eloquence' and is one of the most\ngraceful and convincing speakers on the roster of The Cause.\nIf the Suffragists will once for all, relegate detrimentals and\nfrumps to the background, no matter how perfectly their logical\nfaculties work, and advance such handsome and brilliant women\nas Portia Willis, Mr.s Norman Whitehouse, Mrs. Philip M.\nLydig, Mrs. Moffat McClury and Mrs. Leonard M. Thomas, the\nsooner will Mrs. Oliver H. P. Belmont see the fruition of her\nfondest hopes. The amount of influence that the courtlv and\nelegant Mrs. Maude Howe Elliot, the daughter of julia Ward\nHowe has wielded in Newport alone, for The Cause is really\nincalculable. Legislators and men in general are more easily\nswayed by female beauty, brilliancy and wit, than by the vulgar\nflare of a woman's naked understanding."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "257", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1267, "texte": "Count Tamburini, of Florence, Italy, court painter to the\nKing of Italy, has moved down from the Beaux Arts Studios\nwith his efxceedingly pretty Countess and is located at No. 48\nWest 12th Street. He has lately painted what several critic*\ncharacterize as \"the best likeness of Cardinal Farley.\"\nOne of the handsomest and most distinguished of our hostesses\nin this neighborhood Madame Fara Forni, of No. 43 Fifth\nAvenue?, wife of the Italian Consul-General, is also Italian.\nMadame Fara Forni was Miss Fabricotti, of a noble and wealthy\nFlorentine family, her parents removing to this city more than\ntwenty-five years ago and living on lower Fifth Avenue, and\nalways identified with the really efxclusive society of the Metro-\npolis.\nA number of our neighborhood fashionables as well as the\nreverend clergy—the latter are certainly judges of good living—\nare drifting into the scrupulously but unpretentious a-la-\ncarte oyster and chop house of Dick the Oysternian, at 64 East\nBth Street, near Broadway. The cooking is all done on a\nrotisserie in full view. If one could make a tour of inspection\nof the kitchens and butlet's pantries of certain bargain table d'\nhote places in various parts of the town, one would almost need\nan antidote for nausea."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "257", "page_fin": "259", "image_debut": 12, "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.12", "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": "257", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1269, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2822, "texte": "In Our Village\nCharles Barney, a long-time resident of Patchin Place, just\nreturned to the Village after an excursion into apartment-\nhouse life with steam heat and e'evator service. Barney\nhas abandoned his writing for the time1 being and is devoting\nhimself to the\"house beautiful,\" correcting the bad tastes\nof people who have the means to employ other people's taste\nto make thetaselves appear artistic inside their four walls. His\nrooms on Washington Place are a little castle in blue and tan,\nand his dressing-gowns match his curtains, his curtains match the\ntapestry, the tapestry the furniture, the furniture the carpet,\nand the carpet, Barney's ne'cktie, and the necktie is chosen care-\nfully to match his eyes. He prefers roses from somewhere in\nIndiana to kinds grown anywhere else, and therefore, that\nominous box arrives efvery morning.\nTalking about flowers, the letter carrier, who stops for a while\nsometimes to talk to me, told me about a chap who receives\nevery Sunday morning, a special delivery box of flowers from\nsomefwhere up the state, and who is always out at the time the\nmessenger calls. They have at present a dozen or so boxes\nin the post office, and I would suggest that this unappreciative\nreceiver of the fragile and fragrant gifts would make out an\nordefr to send the contents of his Sunday boxes—for which he\nevidently doesn't care—to some hospital or somewhere else\nwhere they would be appreciated.\nMrs. General Davis, who was a daily visitor of the Square,\nand whose white poodle, Pfiffy, was the' well-loved playmate"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "258", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2708, "texte": "of the kids on the Square, is being very much missed. Pfiffy\ndied—the poor thing—a natural death, and according to his\nthorough breeding the death of the exclusive: apoplexy.\nTom Sleeper, who contributes frequently to the columns of\nBruno's Weekly, is a man, and not the pseudonym of a woman\nas suggested in an inquiry by one of our readers.\nBruno's Garret\nMr. Waugh's exhibition of black and white pen drawings and\ncolor sketches, which created a good deal of comment and\ncuriosity about the? artist himself, will be open to thie public\nduring this coming week.\nSaturday afternoon and Monday evening is open house and\neverybody who wishes to come is heartily invited.\nMr. Charles Keeler will deliver a course of le?ctures on \"The\nArt Principles in their Relation to Life,\" the first to take place\non Monday, the 13th of December, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.\nAdmission only by ticket, and all those who are interested please\nwrite for further information.\nFrank Harris will spend the winter in the Village. He? has\njust moved into his newly rented quarters, in No. 3 Washington\nSquare, the studio building which was the abode of many noted\nmen and women.\nEdwin Elisha Cole, painter and illustrator, designed the poster\nfor this year's National Flower Show in Philadelphia. Mr.\nCole is an old resident of the Square.\nMr. Anthony Euwer, who was heard a few weeks ago in the\nThimble Theatre in a recitation of his Oregon poems, announces\nan exhibition of pastels and water colors of the Hood River\nValley in Oregon, at his studio, 59 East Fifty-ninth street, from\none until six on the afternoons of December, sixth, seventh,\neigth and December thirteenth and fourteenth.\nBernard P. Sexton, \"Gray Wolf,\" revives in his studio, No. 3\nWashington Square, the old and lost art of story telling.\n\"In gone by it was the custom for the wandering\nbard and minstrel to sit by the fireside in the evening and tell\nstories. The history of the race is interwoven with those long\nnights by the fire when myth, song and story lifted the vision\nof men to that other and nobler world created by poets and\nartists from primeval times. The telling of stories is now almost\na lost art, but out of it grew the long and splendid tradition\nof poetry and song. We should greatly revive that tradition\nto-day. Those who are interested in the power of the spoken\nword may be glad to know that it is now possible to have\nstories to children and grown-ups by one with a long\nexperience in the art and that there is a story man who goes\nabout from one fireside to another delighting to tell stories to\nthe children and their friends. This man will come at any\nhour and to any place to answer the call of childhood, and it"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "259", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 155, "texte": "is his delight to spre&d the fairy carpet of romance, taking\nhis listeners away for a time to the enchanted lands of adventure\nand poetry.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "259", "page_fin": "260", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "259", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 157, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2545, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nDer Sturm, the organ of the futurists in painting, poetry\nand drama of Germany, will be issued only once a month\nas long as the war lasts. It is the only German periodical\nreaching our table that does not contain reflections upon the\nwar, war poetry, or condemnations of the enemy. It follows\nfn a quiet and steady way the course it has pursued since It\nstarted publication. While it co-operated with French artists\nbefore the outbreak of the war and had quarters in Parts\nsimilar to those in Berlin, it opened since December last ad-\nditional headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland. Mr. Walden,\nits editor, writes to me that he would be pleased to send\nsample copies of his periodical upon request and mention of\nBruno's Weekly.\nHe of the Goose Quill\nCowley Stapleton Brown, late editor of the Goose Quill,\none of the exquisite literary chap books of the Nineties, and\nat present managing-editor of the Ten-Story Book in Chicago,\nwill write a literary miscellany of Chicago and Western\nAmerica for \"Bruno's Weekly.\" Cowley Brown is a critic\nof repute, fearless in his convictions and known in England\nfor his publication of the Anti-Philistine, one of the most\noriginal little magazines ever produced in Great Britain.\nAnthology of Magazine Verse for 1915\nTh,e third annual issue of William Stanley Braithwaite's\n\"Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1915 and Year Book of\nAmerican Poetry,\" was published by Messrs. Gomme and\nMarshall on October fifteenth, and is the one indispensable book\nof poems that every lover and student of American poetry should\npossess.\nIt gives one hundred of the best poems published in America\nduring the These poems are by American poets, those\nwho have written equally as good work as that of the popular\nand well-known ones, and by newly-discovered poets. The\nworks of sixty-five are represented.\nBurglars' Gazette\nHere is a new magazine again—a very small one, published by\nits editor, Earl H. Emmons. This is from the preface of the\neditor:\n\"In presenting this, the initial number of the Burglars' Gazette,\nwe do so with the sole ambition of giving a practical, helpful and\nlive service journal to a trade which we have investigated and\nHrvere astonished to find unrepresented in the publishing field.\nThe Burglars' Gazette will have as its purpose to give the best\nservice possible to the trade by publishing news of successful"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "260", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1274, "texte": "health hints, classified departments—where those in the trade\nmay make known their wants—and in fact any other good things\nunder the heading of \"Service,\" which comes to our attention.\nWe shall strenuously object to any tendency to practice our\ndoctrines in securing subscription® to this publication.\"\nMartyrs or Criminals\nMartyrs or criminals, an unmoral analysis of a celebrated\ncase, by Theodore Sch,roeder, appeared at Hillacre, Conn., in\npamphlet form. The McNamara Brothers Case and the dynamit-\ning of the Los Angeles Times Building are exploited in the light\nof a new lantern, by the author.\nTurner's \"Much Ado\"\nTo be appreciated, one has to go to strange countries. One's\nown surroundings do not appreciate the prophet of a new creed\nor the apostle of a new art. Benjamin De Casseres, known\nof course, and highly esteemed by the small group of his friends\nhere, had to be \"discovered\"—as far as such discoveries count—\nby no less a person than Remy de Gourmont, who translated\nsome of his most significant works and published them in the\n\"Mercure de France.\" Much Ado, this thriving literary journal\nof St. Louis, counts Mr. De Casseres among its regular con-\ntributors and has, therefore, the distinction of being the pioneer\nfor the Eastern poet."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "260", "page_fin": "261", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Phantasies", "titre_sommaire": "Phantasies", "signature_source": "Heroichiro K. Myderco", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "260", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 1276, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2390, "texte": "Phantasies\nBy Heroichiro K. Myderco\nWoman\nis made to please us. Woman is made to beautify\nthe drab existence of the earth. Woman is made to love\nman. And, yet, lamentable is the fact, that never please\nus, beautify the world, nor love us. What, are they incapable\nof all thfllse simple, missions bestowed upon them by the\nAugust Heaven? The tragefdy of woman is that she lives with\nus.\nExotic Music\nI AM a king of sorrow. I live alone wistfully since my beauti-\nful queen left me with her lover. Soul Is my faithful\nservant: he alone obeys me. The wall of my castle is as thick\nas a china; Soul polishes its seven windows every day. Today,\nSoul broke the red crystal of the western window. The pieces\nfell down upon the ground and changed into stars, the stars\nsung as they flew heavenward.\nOutside, in the broad white road, I hear the countless num-\nbers of footsteps.\nSomeone opens the gate ; the rusty hinges cry like a child. I\nlisten and hear the dark riotous uproar of surging mobs. The\nflood of heavy foot-steps breaks into the court, the ancient\nsilence is disturbed. Someone touches the cage of my parrot,"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "261", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1213, "texte": "the bird sheds her curses and the people's lusty laughter sinks\ninto my heart. A cart carries away a marble statue, its wheels\nthunder upon the silver bridge; then, it creeps the spiral way\nupward to the cloud. Goblets clink against the colossal wine-\ncask. The fumes of wine disgust me. They come. Th£\ntapestry is torn by a violent hand; the fist is caught in the\nmess of the golden threads and bleeds. I draw my sword and\nsmite the air threte times, each time the air sings like a nightin-\ngale. I stand and face the mobs, their tongues wag and their\nfaces wince. Vision of blood fills my brain. I shout. They\nretreat. The victory is mine.\nSlowly Soul comes back to me. He is followed by the re-\nmorseful Body and my capricious beautiful queen. My heart\nis heavy with sorrow, but, in this world of woven karma, I\nmust forgive them all.\nI lean over my dais and bade them dance in silence. The\nqueen, Body and Soul twirl around me, and where their feet\ntouched, a pale violet springs up as in a magic. They bow.\nI sheath my sord.\nThe voices and foot-steps of the mobs become as faint as a\nsolitary monologue of a monk. Then, it snows. The dark\nsilence.\nWas it a Chopin?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "261", "page_fin": "262", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.15", "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": 16, "page_imprimee": "261", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1215, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2598, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"But there is a corner in this restaurant—one of those quiet\ncorners. You remember the year we were in Paris together?\nHow lopg it seems. You remember the Chat Noir in Rue de\nPoissoniere? You remember that little corner where we used\nto sit and tell one another the aims and dreams of our life\nand some hurried music was playing and some girls were\nsinging in shrill voices chants we did not listen to? Would you\nlike to accompany me tonight? Oh, let us be young again. Let\nus be again like we were in those happy years. Let's tell\nbeautiful stories or better, forget money matters, forget busi-\nness and let me tell you of the Miracle I saw and its strange\nand beautiful tale.\"\nThey passed on into the brilliantly illuminated operating\nroom where two nurses were just preparing bandages and put-\nting cotton in brown linen covers. Courtland wrote a few\nwords on a piece of paper, put the paper in an envelope, sealed\nthe envelope and handed it to one of the nurses.\n\"I won't be back until tomorrow morning,\" he said. \"If\nthere should be anything very important, you may open this\nenvelope and send a messenger to the address enclosd. But only\nin case ofan emergency.\"\nThey slipped into their coats, took their hats and waited a\nwhile until the elevator appeared and carried them down to the\nentrance of the big building. The street was dark and only a"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "262", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 276, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2741, "texte": "few tired men and women were hastening to the\"L\" station\nafter their hard day's work. They passed through the side\nstreet to the brilliantly-lighted boulevard. Groups of men and\nwomen were standing near the big hotels. They were talking\nexcitedly. Now they arrived at the boulevards. Screaming\nvoices of little newsboys sounded on the night air. Everyone\nseemed to stop and buy a paper.\n\"All about the big disaster. Hundreds killed. Four hundred\nmissing.\"\nCourtland bought a paper. He looked at it and studied the\nfirst page. He saw the big red lines. He read of the big\nsteamer that had sunken near the port. There was a picture\non the first page. He happened to pass a brilliantly-lighted\njewelry store window. He halted to read the paper.\nKenneth looked over his shoulder. Courtland studied the\npicture. He grasped for his friend's support.\nAnd Kenneth looked at the wonderfully placid features of a\nwoman with big eyes—the cruel and hard reproduction of the\nblack-on-red printed newspaper could not take away a sublime\ntouch in her face.\nCourtland was staring with wide opened eyes over the news-\npaper in the dicertion of the black lake. Kenneth read a line\nin small type under the picture. It was Maude Margin, the wife\nof one of the missing men, recently returned from her summer\nhome in Michigan. He remembered mechanically the few lines\nhe had read on the social page of a daily paper the day before,\nthat Mrs. Maude Margin had come to open her Chicago resi-\ndence, expecting her husband home after an extended trip to\nEurope.\nKenneth had hailed a taxicab and assisted his friend, who\nacted like a tired child, to his seat. He gave the driver the\naddress of his home in the remote suburb, Kenneth also main-\ntained a suite of rooms at his club but he did not choose to ex-\npose Courtland to the comment of the members or visitors\nlounging in the big clubroom and talking, perhaps at that very\ntime, about the most exciting topic of the day.\nCourtland was sitting apathetically in the corner. His eyes\nstared without expression at a little mirror opposite the seats.\nThey passed Michigan Boulevard and brilliantly-lighted hotels\nwhere glasses, silver, white shining damask of napkins and\ntable-clothes glittered in the light of dainty electric table lamps,\nsubstituting old-fashioned candlesticks and wax candles. In the\nexquisitely-furnished foyers of theatres gentlemen in eening\ndress mingled with ladies in gowns with diamonds and pearls\nand big cameos."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[263]", "page_fin": "[263]", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.16", "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": "[263]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.18", "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-1915-12-04-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[264]", "page_fin": "[264]", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.17", "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": "[264]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 671, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuid* Brunc, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 2:11 p. m.\nThursday,\n3 p. m.\nFriday,\nt:lf p. at\n• p. m.\nSaturday, l:N p.\n8:1« p. m.\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.\nAak or write far ticket of admission to The\ni ..\ny, ? j ; * /\nLiHlc Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-04-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-04_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[264]", "page_fin": "[264]", "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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[264]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 673, "fin_caractere_exclue": 931, "texte": "Who Wrote Our National Home Songs?\n\"Way Down mpoca tkt Sww\nRrrtr,\" \"My OU Kanhiekj Hmw,\"\n\"OU Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that tluey wore erwlol iuml\nwritten by Slipba Collia* Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to tho Matinee on 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=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents December 4th, 1915\n\nClara Tice"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[247]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 20\ni .\nDecember 4th, MCMXV\nVol. 1\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nThe Old Church In the Village\n\n\"T'HERE is an old-fashioned Methodist Episcopal church at\nthe corner of Bedford and Morton streets, at whose side\nI remember that long ago a quiet little burying-ground stretched.\nThese sCrene and silent settlements of the dead have always had"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "248", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\na strange fascination for me. Especially is this true of the\nhalf-forgotten nooks in old city by-ways where the men and\nwomen of a former generation sleep—those about whose livet\nhang the romance of the days before I was born. I never past\nthe greensward that softly roofs them in from our eyes that\nI do not wish I could question them concerning the days in\nwhich they lived. Some one had told me that a half-century\nago, when a smaller church building occupied the sittf at Morton\nand Bedford streets, the burial ground was more extensive,\nand I remembered that at one time it was more conspicuous;\nso I wtfit to my old friend, whose memory I knew to be\nwonderfully bright, and asked him how far back he could\nrecall this old-time sanctuary of the disciples of John Wesley.\nHis eyes twinkled triumphantly as he replied: \"Why, I remember\nwhen it was built. I attended with my mother the first\nMethodist meetings here. We belonged to the Dutch Reformed\nchurch at the corner of Bleecker and West Tenth streets—\nit was Herring and Amos streets then—but we got drawn\ninto the carpenter-shop that was the cradle of Methodism here?,\nand, praise to the Lord, I have been in the way ever since.\"\nIt was the story of a city church that he told me the\"n, and\nthis was also a story of the city's growth, though with this\ndifference, that, unlike many another congregation, the people\nof old Bedford street church still hold the fort, and are as\nstrong as they were half a century ago.\nThe first meetings of the Methodists of Greenwich Village\nwere held at the house of Samuel Walgrove, on the north side\nof Morton streeft, not far from Bleecker. Thence they were\ntransferred to this carpenter-shop, whose first floor was care-\nfully swept on Saturday afternoons, and arranged with benches\nof rough lumber, so as to accommodate from fifty to sixty\npersons. This was in 1808. It did not take long for this zealous\nlittle congregation to outgrow its limits and demand more room.\nFive lots were purchased at the corner of Bedford and Morton\nstreets for $250 each, and there a church was built in 1810.\nIt was a plain edifice, without steeple, blinds, or ornaments; its\nsides were shingled, and it was painted the color of cream.\nTwo separate entrances led into the two aisles—one? for males\nand the other for females. The sexes were kept rigidly apart\nfor years. They had a hard time? keeping the girls and boys\napart after the galleries were built.\nThe pulpit was a lofty pepper-box structure, that subse-\nquently went with the high-backed pews and other furniture\nto decorate the interior of the church for colored people on\nWest Fifteenth street, wheft, in 1830, the old building was en-\nlarged by an addition of six feet on the front and fourteen\nfeet on one of the sides, which made a singular exterior and\na decidedly queer interior. Outside, Nature made some amends,\nthrough a row of poplars on the Morton street side and two\ncomely willows on Bedford street. But inside, all was bare\nand hard except around the altar space, which was carpeted.\nThis, together with the placing of blinds at th£ pulpit windows,"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "249", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwas an innovation that was stoutly resisted. It was inveighed\nagainst by the elders of the congregation as yielding to the\npomps and vanities of the world. But the church prospered.\nJohn Nefwland Maffit, the famous revivalist, held # wonderful\ngatherings in the old meeting-house (no one called it a church\nthen), and in 1840, its membership of nine hundred had out-\ngrown its former accommodations, and the present comfortable\nand commodious edifice was built, which still holds its own\nin the? old Ninth Ward. Under the old church had been a\ncellar in which cider was stored; under the new, the space\nwas turned to better account in class-rooms and an ample\nlecture-room, where the old railing, at which so many thousands\nof converts had knelt in the? days of Maffit and Rice, stands\nas a monument to past simplicity and power.\nIt was in 1841 that the steamship, President sailed from\nNew York, never to return. Among her passengers the\nRevereftd Mr. Cookman, father of the late Reverend John E.\nCookman, D. D., pastor of the Bedford street church, and of\nthe Reverend Alfred Cookman, famed in Methodist annals as a\nleader in the spiritual Israel.\n\nJohn Flavel Mines\n\nHenry Ford — the American\n\nPORGET for a while what the newspapers have featured for\nthe last two weeks, and erase from your mind the fanciful\ntales which sound so strange and unlikely emanated from the\nmind of an American practical business man.\nRecollect all you know about the man himself.\nIt is not what we do but what we are. Our actions are the\nexpressions of moods. Of impulses; they are the product of\nwhat we wanted to do and what we had to do, influenced by\nthings out of our control.\nThink of Mr. Henry Ford, the man, of all the things he did;\nread the story of his life and you cannot but admire the mar-\nvelous strength of one righteous and square man. And then\nsit down all by yourself and try to get at the bottom of all\nthis peac£ ship business of his.\nAre we really living in an age where man's work is not\nmeasured by its actual value? Are sentiment and all the wonder-\nful emotions of our hearts, as they are magnanimity,\ngenerosity and chivalry incomprehensible to us, because they\nare the kernel of the fruit, because deeds and interviews and\nstories are the shell, and because the whole is wrapped up in\nnewspaper ?\nMr. Ford is rich, and he was poor. He was a workingman\nand now he is the employer of thousands; he was insignificant,\nand now he amounts to a whole lot. As workingman he lived\nin close community with hundreds and thousands of others\nwho had to solve the problem of life . . . he knows life.\nAs employer he had to create living conditions for thous-\nands and thousands of men. He knew their lives, because"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "250", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWWW—B—————iMMMWWMMW————(aMWB————Ban—BaaintjaawwMßMtMtMMMMiaMßWtt'BaaMnwaMta&wwaßMuaaM)'^——iMWii;\nthey came to him with their problems and with their worries.\nAll nationalities and all race?s came to him, and he had to\nmeet them on equal terms, as men ... he knows men.\nResponsibility for others makes big-hearted. His self-con-\nsciousness never left him, that he simply had succeeded while\nothers did not. The manufacturer who employs thousands of\nfamily-fathers is daily called upon to prevent tears and sorrows;\nwidows and orphans are daily visitors to his offices and to his\nheart.\nThese tears and sorrows which struggling Europe's womeft\nand children offer to war-clouded heaven, a cold neutral\nworld as a spectator, moved Henry Ford.\nEurope is not very far from America, it cannot be in the\nheart of Henry Ford. From Europe, mostly, came the men\nwho helped him to build up the work of his life; from Europe\ncame most of the men whom he helped on their hard road\nto establish a new home in the country of their choice1, to\nestablish families, to become citizens of the United States.\nVerily, not far is Europe from America in the heart of Henry\nFord, whose automobiles made an important factor in the city\nand country life of the whole European continent as well as of\nhis own country.\n\\Henry Ford feels that to be above all nationality hatred, and\ndiscrimination, means to be an American.\nSuccess today brings financial returns. Money—a whole lot\nof money—means distinction before the entire world. Henry\nFord was and is a working man. Money to him, is synonomous\nwith success. Money, as commodity, doesn't mean very much to\nhim. He always in the past, was willing to share his success\nand his money with his help-mates. He used it to dry tears, to\nlessen worries, to contribute his share to insure healthy future\ngenerations.\nAnd now in this gigantic disturbance which causes terrible\nchanges in millions of families, he is the one and only indi-\nvidual who dares to cry out: \"Everything I have will I give\naway if I can help to stop the further killing of sons of mothers,\nof adding orphans to the millions of fatherless children.\"\nAnd while the? papers are going on to fill their columns with\nfantastic stories and feed their readers with calculations which\ntranslated into reality are—and how sad it is—just as fantastic\nas the crusades against the evil spirit of yore, I see the big\nman, who dares, in the face' of the whole onlooking world,\nto voice his sorrow, his pain—who dares to follow the impulse\nof his heart, even at the expense of his worldly possessions; a\nman who dares to say that to be American means a little bit\nmore than to wav£ the American flag and to speak English.\nThe voice of the heart is never raised in vain. Good will come\nfrom this undertaking of Mr. Ford, and even if we do not\nknow quite yet—as he does not himself . . . how?\n\nGuido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "251", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nChildren's Hour on the Square\n\nIN Washington Square? Park at Children's Hour are found four\ndistinct classes of children. Not that they keep apart\nall the time, bless you no. The democracy of the place blends\nthem into groups which know ve\"ry little of class. First there\nare the exceedingly well-groomed, perfectly-clad, governess-\nattended little ones of the old aristocracy of New York. These\nchildren come of families who refuse to move away from the\nSquare where their fathers were born, and their fathers before\nthem, and so on back to early Dutch days. These little ones\nare sturdy, good-looking children who spend a large? part of\nevery day out-doors.\nThen come the children of the painters, sculptors, and writers\niwho have made of Greenwich Village around Square ah\nAmerican Latin Quartier. Of course, in books artists are sup-\nposed to have no children. In the few cases where books admit\nsuch accidents have happened the great artist deserts them, or\nat the very least neglects them. But the youngsters of\nNew York's Latin Quartier look anything but neglected. What\nmarks them off from all the rest is the unconventionality which\nthey have learned from their parents in the way of playthings,\nmanners, clothes—and spontaneity. The children of artists—one\nfamous sculptor in MacDougal Alley, has seven—have a belief\nin themselves and a daring in starting new games and new\nfriendships which is a little beyond even the usual freedom of\nchildren. Perhaps it is they who make use of the park more\nhours a day than any of the children except those very poorest\nones who cannot stay at home on account of heat in summer\nand cold in winter, and disease-breeding conditions all the time.\nSometimes the? Quartier children are with a governess, but this\nis most unusual. Oftener they are with their mother or older\nbrothers or sisters, if indeed their independence is not assured\nso that they need no attendant. One writer father comes him-\nself three times a week to look after his little brood of three.\n\"T get more copy per square inch in th,e Park than anywhere\nelse in New York,\" he says. The artist's children are more\npicturesque as to clothes than any of their Their\ngarments do not conform to style at all, but are quaint with\nindividuality and in the vivid colors which children like to wear\nand grown-ups adore to look at.\nThen come the American-born children of Italian parents.\nThese are very numerous. They are very beautiful children,\nblending Italian inheritance with American culture. The mellow-\nness of Italy is in their eyes; the rose and olive of Italy are\nin their complexions; their hair is soft and often wavy. Good\nfood and decent living accommodations together with the phy-\nsical care which America has taught them have developed and\naccentuated all the Italian charms which in the home-land too\noften are lost in the earliest years. When they grow up, beside\nbeing much better looking, they will be heavier, taller, and more\nintelligent than their peasant forebears."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "252", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLast are the; Italian immigrant children. Oh, the eager hungry\neyes of them, the groping, searching minds! And the faith\n. the faith in ''the land of the free and the home of the\nbravfi.\" They are in the promised land of all good, and all\nddight, ready to learn what the land will teach them, and sure—•\nso sure that it will be good for them. They are smaller for their\nage than their cousins who were born here, and they are\nthinner, too, and child-gaunt with poor food. Also they are\nragged and dirtier and more' odorous of garlic. But they score\nhere—they know more music than any youngster of their own\nage, born in America. In Italy it is against the law for any\ninstrument not in tune to be played on the public streets. The\nItalians do not wish the e'ars of their children corrupted, nor\nthe ears of the elders disgusted with inharmony. So they make\nlaws to protect their music-sense. Italy loves music, children\nare used to it from the time they sense anything at all. The\nappreciation of the little Italian kids for the Diamond Disc\nrecords is the most enthusiastic and critical in the Park. When\nthe music begins and fascinated children of all clarses cluster\nin evet-growing groups to listen before the dancing begins, the\nlittle American aristocrats, the Quartier children, and Italian-\nAmerican alike, call in excited whispers: \"Guiseppe, tell me\nwhat is _ this piece?\" \"'Nita, what is the song now?\"\n\"Margherita, tell us what ope'ra's this from!\"\nHave you been down to Children's Hour? It doesn't matter\nthat you're a grown-up lady or a big man. You can come just\nthe same. You'd love it!\n\nGrace Potter\n\nDay and Night\nAfter the Bohemian of Jan Neruda, by Guido Bruno\n\"THEY were sitting close together in the glow of the setting\nsun—the Day and the Night.\nSaid the Day: \"Twenty-four children . . . It is a\nwonderful blessing—too great a blessing! How shall we\ndivide them between us? Twelve for you and twelve for me?\nThat would be good only for a short time. Then, weak\nwoman, you would be weary of them. But listen to me,\nwoman! When the summer begins I shall take charge of\nthe greater part. I'll also pour rain over them and let loose\nall my storms and let the thunder shake them. Children\nshould be handled .roughly once in a while. It doesn't harm\nthem. They'll grow strong and I'll enjoy them so much better.\"\nThe Night did not answer, but as the sun arrayed herself\nin mourning attire in passing the heavens. Father Day had\nwrapped Autum fog about his shoulders like a heavy dress\nwith a long train. He was in bad humor and he dropped\nunconsciously one child after another. But Mother Night was\nthere and picked them up lovingly.\nAnd when the Winter came with long darkness and ravag-\ning snowstorms she gathered them all in her arms and was\ncaressing them from morning until evening."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "253", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThis Week's Performances in Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre\nFor the first time before an American public, will appear\nDorothy Gillette a pianist well-known in Buffalo and Rochester,\nand who desires to enter upon a concert care'er in New York.\nMiss Gillette is earning at present her livelihood by teaching,\nbut has appeared also as accompanist. Her program is a Chopin\nselection and includes \"Nocturne in F Major,\" \"Harp Etude,\nOp. 25, No. 1,\" and \"Wind Etudtf, Op. 25, No. 11.\"\nThe outbreak of the war prevented the European career of\nMiss Malvina Harlan Shanklin, who had her debut in the Aeo-\nlian Hall, in London, and was forced on account of the European\nconditions to return to America. She aims to become the inter-\npreter of operatic music on the concert stage. Among the ballads\nand songs she will sing this week is the beautiful \"Songs My\nMother Taught Me,\" by Anton Dvorak, the eminent Bohemian\ncomposer.\nCharles Keeler, known to the readers of Bruno's Weekly from\nvarious poems and short stories he has written for the pages\nof this journal, will recite' a selection of his own poems, h(is\ndance rhythms with musical accompaniment. This selection\nincludes his \"Enchanted Forest\" music by Bertha Remick, and\n\"The Vampire,\" music by Emil Rhoda, which won fame on the\nLiterary Day at the Panama-Pacific Exposition, and have not\nbeen heard in the East. Mr. Keeler will also recite a few of\nhis \"Elfin Songs of Sunland,\" his beautifully drastic children's\nsongs and nursery rhymes.\nDr. Harold Addison, well-known and very successful in his\nprofession, will follow the voice of his heart, abandon his\npresent profession and devote his life exclusively to music.\nDr. Addison, who has an exceptional bass voice, never before\nhas appeared on a public stage, with the exception of occasional\ncharitable concerts. He has been studying for a number of years\nand finally decided to begin upon a musical career. He will\nsing from Mozart's Magic Flute \"In diesen heiligen Hallen,\"\nGermain's \"Rolling Down to Rio,\" and Gounod's \"Serenade,\"\nfrom Faust.\nPandora\nC. E. LeMassena's three act operetta Pandora has been ac-\ncepted by Charles Edison for performance at his Little Thimble\nTheatre, New York. The production will be under the manage-\nment of Guido Bruno and the music under the direction of the\ncomposer. There will be a chorus of children and the principal\nparts will be taken by artist pupils. The performances will be\ngiven on the evenings of December 16th, 17th, and 18th, and a\nmatinee on the 20th.\nThere are seventeen musical numbers in the score, and the\ncast calls for eighteen speaking parts in addition to the four\nprincipals and chorus. The scene is laid in Greece during the"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "254", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nGolden Age period, in the house of Epimetheus. The book\nis founded on Hawthorne's story \"The Paradise of Children,\"\nwhich, however, has been much enlarged in regard to both plot\nand action. The role of Pandora will be sung by Kathryn Viley,\na young soprano of Kansas City, Mo. Miss Viley is a de-\nscendant from a long line of famous ancestors, among whom\nwere four Governors of Kentucky, the noted Governor Shelby\nhaving been her great-great-great-grandfather. John C.\nBrepkenridge, Vice-president of the Confederacy during the\nCivil War, was another near relative.\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, November, 10th.\nRETIRED and laborious life was that of Henri Fabre, the\npoet-naturalist, who has also been cheated from witnessing\nthe issue of the war he deplored without attempting to justify\nit as did Gourmont. There are no books of romance more\n\"exciting\" than Fabre's descriptions of insect life, and which\nwould have remained practically unknown to the public without\nM. Maeterlinck's discovery and proclamation only a very few\nyears ago. Henri Fabre died at the age of ninety-two in his\ndistant Provencal home, which he' never condescended to leave\nin quest of honours or recognition, but where these eventually,\nand rather to his dismay, sought him out when he had left\neighty years and a proud array of writings well behind him.\nThe third of the literary trio to die in October was M.\nCamille de Sainte Croix, a Shakespeare specialist. His name\nwill be remembered in connexion with his staging of the\nElizabethan's works, accomplished with the taste due to\nerudition, and which invariably aroused the admiration of con-\nnoisseurs. Born in 1859, he had devoted the greater part of his\ncareer to polemistic journalism. He also leaves some novels,\nstories, plays, verse, and art criticisms.\n\"To help to disperse the false reputation of 'French novels'\nin England\" is one of the objects of the Anglo-French literary\nbureau founded by M. Sebastien Voirol, the simultaneiste poet,\nin view of providing a link between English writers and their\nconfreres in France. To these and to those it proposes to\nsupply professional information and to bring them into contact\nwith each other when desired or desirable, and as far as\npossible with regard to \"affinities.\" The unwritten, but as I\nam assured, practised clause': \"no Germans,\" brings the enter-\nprise into line with the existing preoccupations of the majority.\nThe Bureau, whose headquarters are at 29 Rue Vineuse, Paris,\nis founded on a basis of reciprocity, members and adherents\n\"being expected to help each other.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "255", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nDiplomats\n\nGnats\nBy D. Molby\nA GNAT is usually very nearsighted or else blind. He has\nno business going out at night. If he does he is likely\nto be lured to his moral and physical ruin. Indeed, the\nchances are that he will never wake on the morning after hij\nfirst night out. Some bat will get him or he' will see a fire\nsome'where and be sucked right into it like smoke into a flue. A\nlight at night is something the poor gnat cannot resist. It ic\nhis instinct to go and, see what it is, and by the time he finds\nout his wings are so scorched and his lungs so full of smok£\nthat he can't come out. Nobody is there to so much as touch\nthe tip of his tongue with cold water. He is consumed in\ntorment and his little soul set free.\nGnats have been in the! world for millions of years, but fire\nhas not, except when the lightning struck a dead tree. So in\nthose days about the only way a gnat could get killed was to fly\ninto somebody's eye. It is hard to think that a gnat would\ndo this. If he had a lick of sense he would know that after\nhe has been rolled around for two minutes he will be a hope-\nless wreck. No gnat in his right mind would thus plunge\nhimself into the great unknown.\nSince flint was discovered and womefn began to cook, the"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "256", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ngnat population of the world has fallen off something awful,\nuntil it is a matter of science that if steps are not taken so that\neverything is done by electricity, within fifty years evety last\ngnat will be gone except the ones in the museums and zoos.\n\nAmong Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nMRS: BELMONT TIFFANY, one of the dozen really ultra-\nfashionable women of the Washington Square neighbor-\nhood, is not to return to the house No. 63 West Ninth Street,\nwhich she has been occuping for many winters, but is now at\nClifton Berley, Staten Island, the Sir Roderick Cameron estate,\nlater in the season to move up into an apartment in the upper\nPark Avenue fashionable quarter. It had bc'en a cause of\nwonderment to society people for years, how a daughter of\nthe late Sir Roderick Cameron, and a member of the wealthy\nestate\", which owns the Cameron building at Madison Avenue\nand 34th Street and Clifton Berley, the largest landed estate on\nStaten Island, could content herself to pass her winters in a\nmediocre little house in West 9th Street almost over to the Sixth\nAvenue \"Dead Line.\"\nA peculiar distinction shared by none of the grande dames of\nWashington Square North, is that enjoyed by Mrs. Willis-Frost\nof No. 44 Fifth Avenue. Her portrait is painted on the walls\nof the National Capitol Building at Washington. Her likeness\nforms one of a historical group depicted just prior to Governor\nTilden's Presidential debacle, at the time when her husband,\nHon. Benjamin E. Willis, of this city, was at the height of his\nfame as a lawyer and member of Congress. Mrs. Willis-Frost,\nwho married again several years after the death of Congressman\nWillis, was the beautiful and fascinating Lillie MacCauley, the\nsister of Mrs. Cortlandt Schuyler Van Rensselaer, who formerly\nlived on West 11th Street. A large portrait of Mrs. Willis-Frost\nhung for a great many years in a loan collection of pictures\nin our Metropolitan Museum of Art. At the present hour,\nMrs! Willis-Frost is more specially pointed out as the mother\nof the handsome suffragist, Portia Willis, who seems to havt\ninherited a double portion of her father, the late Congress-\nman Benjamin E. Willis' eloquence' and is one of the most\ngraceful and convincing speakers on the roster of The Cause.\nIf the Suffragists will once for all, relegate detrimentals and\nfrumps to the background, no matter how perfectly their logical\nfaculties work, and advance such handsome and brilliant women\nas Portia Willis, Mr.s Norman Whitehouse, Mrs. Philip M.\nLydig, Mrs. Moffat McClury and Mrs. Leonard M. Thomas, the\nsooner will Mrs. Oliver H. P. Belmont see the fruition of her\nfondest hopes. The amount of influence that the courtlv and\nelegant Mrs. Maude Howe Elliot, the daughter of julia Ward\nHowe has wielded in Newport alone, for The Cause is really\nincalculable. Legislators and men in general are more easily\nswayed by female beauty, brilliancy and wit, than by the vulgar\nflare of a woman's naked understanding."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "257", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nCount Tamburini, of Florence, Italy, court painter to the\nKing of Italy, has moved down from the Beaux Arts Studios\nwith his efxceedingly pretty Countess and is located at No. 48\nWest 12th Street. He has lately painted what several critic*\ncharacterize as \"the best likeness of Cardinal Farley.\"\nOne of the handsomest and most distinguished of our hostesses\nin this neighborhood Madame Fara Forni, of No. 43 Fifth\nAvenue?, wife of the Italian Consul-General, is also Italian.\nMadame Fara Forni was Miss Fabricotti, of a noble and wealthy\nFlorentine family, her parents removing to this city more than\ntwenty-five years ago and living on lower Fifth Avenue, and\nalways identified with the really efxclusive society of the Metro-\npolis.\nA number of our neighborhood fashionables as well as the\nreverend clergy—the latter are certainly judges of good living—\nare drifting into the scrupulously but unpretentious a-la-\ncarte oyster and chop house of Dick the Oysternian, at 64 East\nBth Street, near Broadway. The cooking is all done on a\nrotisserie in full view. If one could make a tour of inspection\nof the kitchens and butlet's pantries of certain bargain table d'\nhote places in various parts of the town, one would almost need\nan antidote for nausea.\n\nIn Our Village\nCharles Barney, a long-time resident of Patchin Place, just\nreturned to the Village after an excursion into apartment-\nhouse life with steam heat and e'evator service. Barney\nhas abandoned his writing for the time1 being and is devoting\nhimself to the\"house beautiful,\" correcting the bad tastes\nof people who have the means to employ other people's taste\nto make thetaselves appear artistic inside their four walls. His\nrooms on Washington Place are a little castle in blue and tan,\nand his dressing-gowns match his curtains, his curtains match the\ntapestry, the tapestry the furniture, the furniture the carpet,\nand the carpet, Barney's ne'cktie, and the necktie is chosen care-\nfully to match his eyes. He prefers roses from somewhere in\nIndiana to kinds grown anywhere else, and therefore, that\nominous box arrives efvery morning.\nTalking about flowers, the letter carrier, who stops for a while\nsometimes to talk to me, told me about a chap who receives\nevery Sunday morning, a special delivery box of flowers from\nsomefwhere up the state, and who is always out at the time the\nmessenger calls. They have at present a dozen or so boxes\nin the post office, and I would suggest that this unappreciative\nreceiver of the fragile and fragrant gifts would make out an\nordefr to send the contents of his Sunday boxes—for which he\nevidently doesn't care—to some hospital or somewhere else\nwhere they would be appreciated.\nMrs. General Davis, who was a daily visitor of the Square,\nand whose white poodle, Pfiffy, was the' well-loved playmate"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "258", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof the kids on the Square, is being very much missed. Pfiffy\ndied—the poor thing—a natural death, and according to his\nthorough breeding the death of the exclusive: apoplexy.\nTom Sleeper, who contributes frequently to the columns of\nBruno's Weekly, is a man, and not the pseudonym of a woman\nas suggested in an inquiry by one of our readers.\nBruno's Garret\nMr. Waugh's exhibition of black and white pen drawings and\ncolor sketches, which created a good deal of comment and\ncuriosity about the? artist himself, will be open to thie public\nduring this coming week.\nSaturday afternoon and Monday evening is open house and\neverybody who wishes to come is heartily invited.\nMr. Charles Keeler will deliver a course of le?ctures on \"The\nArt Principles in their Relation to Life,\" the first to take place\non Monday, the 13th of December, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.\nAdmission only by ticket, and all those who are interested please\nwrite for further information.\nFrank Harris will spend the winter in the Village. He? has\njust moved into his newly rented quarters, in No. 3 Washington\nSquare, the studio building which was the abode of many noted\nmen and women.\nEdwin Elisha Cole, painter and illustrator, designed the poster\nfor this year's National Flower Show in Philadelphia. Mr.\nCole is an old resident of the Square.\nMr. Anthony Euwer, who was heard a few weeks ago in the\nThimble Theatre in a recitation of his Oregon poems, announces\nan exhibition of pastels and water colors of the Hood River\nValley in Oregon, at his studio, 59 East Fifty-ninth street, from\none until six on the afternoons of December, sixth, seventh,\neigth and December thirteenth and fourteenth.\nBernard P. Sexton, \"Gray Wolf,\" revives in his studio, No. 3\nWashington Square, the old and lost art of story telling.\n\"In gone by it was the custom for the wandering\nbard and minstrel to sit by the fireside in the evening and tell\nstories. The history of the race is interwoven with those long\nnights by the fire when myth, song and story lifted the vision\nof men to that other and nobler world created by poets and\nartists from primeval times. The telling of stories is now almost\na lost art, but out of it grew the long and splendid tradition\nof poetry and song. We should greatly revive that tradition\nto-day. Those who are interested in the power of the spoken\nword may be glad to know that it is now possible to have\nstories to children and grown-ups by one with a long\nexperience in the art and that there is a story man who goes\nabout from one fireside to another delighting to tell stories to\nthe children and their friends. This man will come at any\nhour and to any place to answer the call of childhood, and it"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "259", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nis his delight to spre&d the fairy carpet of romance, taking\nhis listeners away for a time to the enchanted lands of adventure\nand poetry.\"\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nDer Sturm, the organ of the futurists in painting, poetry\nand drama of Germany, will be issued only once a month\nas long as the war lasts. It is the only German periodical\nreaching our table that does not contain reflections upon the\nwar, war poetry, or condemnations of the enemy. It follows\nfn a quiet and steady way the course it has pursued since It\nstarted publication. While it co-operated with French artists\nbefore the outbreak of the war and had quarters in Parts\nsimilar to those in Berlin, it opened since December last ad-\nditional headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland. Mr. Walden,\nits editor, writes to me that he would be pleased to send\nsample copies of his periodical upon request and mention of\nBruno's Weekly.\nHe of the Goose Quill\nCowley Stapleton Brown, late editor of the Goose Quill,\none of the exquisite literary chap books of the Nineties, and\nat present managing-editor of the Ten-Story Book in Chicago,\nwill write a literary miscellany of Chicago and Western\nAmerica for \"Bruno's Weekly.\" Cowley Brown is a critic\nof repute, fearless in his convictions and known in England\nfor his publication of the Anti-Philistine, one of the most\noriginal little magazines ever produced in Great Britain.\nAnthology of Magazine Verse for 1915\nTh,e third annual issue of William Stanley Braithwaite's\n\"Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1915 and Year Book of\nAmerican Poetry,\" was published by Messrs. Gomme and\nMarshall on October fifteenth, and is the one indispensable book\nof poems that every lover and student of American poetry should\npossess.\nIt gives one hundred of the best poems published in America\nduring the These poems are by American poets, those\nwho have written equally as good work as that of the popular\nand well-known ones, and by newly-discovered poets. The\nworks of sixty-five are represented.\nBurglars' Gazette\nHere is a new magazine again—a very small one, published by\nits editor, Earl H. Emmons. This is from the preface of the\neditor:\n\"In presenting this, the initial number of the Burglars' Gazette,\nwe do so with the sole ambition of giving a practical, helpful and\nlive service journal to a trade which we have investigated and\nHrvere astonished to find unrepresented in the publishing field.\nThe Burglars' Gazette will have as its purpose to give the best\nservice possible to the trade by publishing news of successful"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "260", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nhealth hints, classified departments—where those in the trade\nmay make known their wants—and in fact any other good things\nunder the heading of \"Service,\" which comes to our attention.\nWe shall strenuously object to any tendency to practice our\ndoctrines in securing subscription® to this publication.\"\nMartyrs or Criminals\nMartyrs or criminals, an unmoral analysis of a celebrated\ncase, by Theodore Sch,roeder, appeared at Hillacre, Conn., in\npamphlet form. The McNamara Brothers Case and the dynamit-\ning of the Los Angeles Times Building are exploited in the light\nof a new lantern, by the author.\nTurner's \"Much Ado\"\nTo be appreciated, one has to go to strange countries. One's\nown surroundings do not appreciate the prophet of a new creed\nor the apostle of a new art. Benjamin De Casseres, known\nof course, and highly esteemed by the small group of his friends\nhere, had to be \"discovered\"—as far as such discoveries count—\nby no less a person than Remy de Gourmont, who translated\nsome of his most significant works and published them in the\n\"Mercure de France.\" Much Ado, this thriving literary journal\nof St. Louis, counts Mr. De Casseres among its regular con-\ntributors and has, therefore, the distinction of being the pioneer\nfor the Eastern poet.\n\nPhantasies\nBy Heroichiro K. Myderco\nWoman\nis made to please us. Woman is made to beautify\nthe drab existence of the earth. Woman is made to love\nman. And, yet, lamentable is the fact, that never please\nus, beautify the world, nor love us. What, are they incapable\nof all thfllse simple, missions bestowed upon them by the\nAugust Heaven? The tragefdy of woman is that she lives with\nus.\nExotic Music\nI AM a king of sorrow. I live alone wistfully since my beauti-\nful queen left me with her lover. Soul Is my faithful\nservant: he alone obeys me. The wall of my castle is as thick\nas a china; Soul polishes its seven windows every day. Today,\nSoul broke the red crystal of the western window. The pieces\nfell down upon the ground and changed into stars, the stars\nsung as they flew heavenward.\nOutside, in the broad white road, I hear the countless num-\nbers of footsteps.\nSomeone opens the gate ; the rusty hinges cry like a child. I\nlisten and hear the dark riotous uproar of surging mobs. The\nflood of heavy foot-steps breaks into the court, the ancient\nsilence is disturbed. Someone touches the cage of my parrot,"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "261", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nthe bird sheds her curses and the people's lusty laughter sinks\ninto my heart. A cart carries away a marble statue, its wheels\nthunder upon the silver bridge; then, it creeps the spiral way\nupward to the cloud. Goblets clink against the colossal wine-\ncask. The fumes of wine disgust me. They come. Th£\ntapestry is torn by a violent hand; the fist is caught in the\nmess of the golden threads and bleeds. I draw my sword and\nsmite the air threte times, each time the air sings like a nightin-\ngale. I stand and face the mobs, their tongues wag and their\nfaces wince. Vision of blood fills my brain. I shout. They\nretreat. The victory is mine.\nSlowly Soul comes back to me. He is followed by the re-\nmorseful Body and my capricious beautiful queen. My heart\nis heavy with sorrow, but, in this world of woven karma, I\nmust forgive them all.\nI lean over my dais and bade them dance in silence. The\nqueen, Body and Soul twirl around me, and where their feet\ntouched, a pale violet springs up as in a magic. They bow.\nI sheath my sord.\nThe voices and foot-steps of the mobs become as faint as a\nsolitary monologue of a monk. Then, it snows. The dark\nsilence.\nWas it a Chopin?\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"But there is a corner in this restaurant—one of those quiet\ncorners. You remember the year we were in Paris together?\nHow lopg it seems. You remember the Chat Noir in Rue de\nPoissoniere? You remember that little corner where we used\nto sit and tell one another the aims and dreams of our life\nand some hurried music was playing and some girls were\nsinging in shrill voices chants we did not listen to? Would you\nlike to accompany me tonight? Oh, let us be young again. Let\nus be again like we were in those happy years. Let's tell\nbeautiful stories or better, forget money matters, forget busi-\nness and let me tell you of the Miracle I saw and its strange\nand beautiful tale.\"\nThey passed on into the brilliantly illuminated operating\nroom where two nurses were just preparing bandages and put-\nting cotton in brown linen covers. Courtland wrote a few\nwords on a piece of paper, put the paper in an envelope, sealed\nthe envelope and handed it to one of the nurses.\n\"I won't be back until tomorrow morning,\" he said. \"If\nthere should be anything very important, you may open this\nenvelope and send a messenger to the address enclosd. But only\nin case ofan emergency.\"\nThey slipped into their coats, took their hats and waited a\nwhile until the elevator appeared and carried them down to the\nentrance of the big building. The street was dark and only a"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "262", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\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 as second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending.\n\nfew tired men and women were hastening to the\"L\" station\nafter their hard day's work. They passed through the side\nstreet to the brilliantly-lighted boulevard. Groups of men and\nwomen were standing near the big hotels. They were talking\nexcitedly. Now they arrived at the boulevards. Screaming\nvoices of little newsboys sounded on the night air. Everyone\nseemed to stop and buy a paper.\n\"All about the big disaster. Hundreds killed. Four hundred\nmissing.\"\nCourtland bought a paper. He looked at it and studied the\nfirst page. He saw the big red lines. He read of the big\nsteamer that had sunken near the port. There was a picture\non the first page. He happened to pass a brilliantly-lighted\njewelry store window. He halted to read the paper.\nKenneth looked over his shoulder. Courtland studied the\npicture. He grasped for his friend's support.\nAnd Kenneth looked at the wonderfully placid features of a\nwoman with big eyes—the cruel and hard reproduction of the\nblack-on-red printed newspaper could not take away a sublime\ntouch in her face.\nCourtland was staring with wide opened eyes over the news-\npaper in the dicertion of the black lake. Kenneth read a line\nin small type under the picture. It was Maude Margin, the wife\nof one of the missing men, recently returned from her summer\nhome in Michigan. He remembered mechanically the few lines\nhe had read on the social page of a daily paper the day before,\nthat Mrs. Maude Margin had come to open her Chicago resi-\ndence, expecting her husband home after an extended trip to\nEurope.\nKenneth had hailed a taxicab and assisted his friend, who\nacted like a tired child, to his seat. He gave the driver the\naddress of his home in the remote suburb, Kenneth also main-\ntained a suite of rooms at his club but he did not choose to ex-\npose Courtland to the comment of the members or visitors\nlounging in the big clubroom and talking, perhaps at that very\ntime, about the most exciting topic of the day.\nCourtland was sitting apathetically in the corner. His eyes\nstared without expression at a little mirror opposite the seats.\nThey passed Michigan Boulevard and brilliantly-lighted hotels\nwhere glasses, silver, white shining damask of napkins and\ntable-clothes glittered in the light of dainty electric table lamps,\nsubstituting old-fashioned candlesticks and wax candles. In the\nexquisitely-furnished foyers of theatres gentlemen in eening\ndress mingled with ladies in gowns with diamonds and pearls\nand big cameos."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "[263]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.18", "texte": "READERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues One Dollar"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[264]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151204-01.1.19", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuid* Brunc, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 2:11 p. m.\nThursday,\n3 p. m.\nFriday,\nt:lf p. at\n• p. m.\nSaturday, l:N p.\n8:1« p. m.\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.\nAak or write far ticket of admission to The\ni ..\ny, ? j ; * /\nLiHlc Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge.\n\nWho Wrote Our National Home Songs?\n\"Way Down mpoca tkt Sww\nRrrtr,\" \"My OU Kanhiekj Hmw,\"\n\"OU Folks at Home.\" Do you\nknow that tluey wore erwlol iuml\nwritten by Slipba Collia* Foster?\nIn a Dingy Bowery Grocery Store?\nCome to tho Matinee on Thursday at 3 P. M."}]}