{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_sha256": "41591a0bd2bdcb0c0ee07b028999c1e63e776fdafb05f1fa3df0802ac1f2818c", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/12/25_01/bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1915/12/25_01/bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Ilonka Karasz", "titre_sommaire": "Ilonka Karasz", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 104, "fin_caractere_exclue": 117, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[307]", "page_fin": "[307]", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Merry Christmas To All!", "titre_sommaire": "Merry Christmas To All!", "signature_source": "William Marion Reedy", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[307]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 109, "fin_caractere_exclue": 925, "texte": "Merry Christmas To All!\nWilliam Marion Reedy.\nLet yourself go in surrender to the season. Don't be\nafraid or ashamed to be a bit soft towards everybody.\nObey that impulse to kindness. Throw off that inhi-\nbition on spontaneous friendliness. Note how it gets\nyou more than you give. Reflect how splendid it\nwould be to carry the feeling on beyond Christmas\nalways. Don't let the horror and misery of the great\nwar oppress you. In the conflict men are giving all\nthey have and are for ideals. They are making and\nshaping a new world and a better one, building it with\nthe supreme sacrifice of self. Help where you can, as\nmuch as you can. This world is what we make it.\nThe love-habit will beautify and sweeten it. Every\nlittle bit helps to make a mighty fire of love eventually\nto burn all hate away. Merry Christmas!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[307]", "page_fin": "309", "image_debut": 3, "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "I. In the Times of the Dutch", "titre_sommaire": "I. In the Times of the Dutch", "signature_source": "Copyright 1915 by Guido Bruno ; Thomas A. Janvier", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[307]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 927, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2566, "texte": "Greenwich Village of Yore\nI. In the Times of the Dutch\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nF the resolute spirit of another1 Andora, the village of Green-\nwich maintains its independence in the vCry midst of the\ncity of New York—submitting to no more of a compromise\nin the matter of its autonomy than is involved in the Procrus-\ntean sort of splicing which has hitched fast the extremities\nof its tangle\"d streets to the most readily available streets in\nthe City Plan. The flippant carelessness with which this ap-\nparent union has been effected only serves to emphasize the\nactual separation. In almost eve?ry case these ill-advised coup-\nlings are productive of anomalous disorder, while in the case\nof the numbered streets they openly travesty the requirements\nof communal propriety and of common sense: as may be in-\nferred from the fact that within this disjointed region Fourth\nStreet crosses Tenth, Eleventh and Twelfth Streets very nearly\nat right angles—to the permanent bewilderment of nations and\nto the perennial confusion of mankind.\nExcepting the immediate vicinity of the Battery, this is the\noldest habitation of white men on the Island of York.\nBut there were red men living here before the white men\ncamd. In the Dutch Records references are made to the Indian\nvillage of Sapokanican; and this name, or the Bossen Bouerie—\nme'aning farm in the woods—was applied for more than a cen-\ntury to the region which came to be known as Greenwich in\nthe later, English times. The Indian village was probably near\nthe site of the present Gansevoort Market; but the name seems\nto have been applied to the whole region lying between the"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "308", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3104, "texte": "North River and the stream called the Manetta Water or Besta-\nvaar's Kill.\nIn primitive times the land between Manetta Water and the\nNorth River was very fertile—a light loamy soil, the value\nof which anybody with half an eye for soils could see at a\nglance. Wherefore, Peter Minuit, first of the Dutch Governors,\nwith a becoming regard for the interests of his owners—-this\nwas just after he had bought the whole land of Manhattan\nfrom the unsuspecting savages for sixty guilders, or twenty-\nfour dollars—set apart Sapokanican as one of the four farms\nto be reserved to the Dutch India Company in perpetuity. With\neven greater, but more! personal, astuteness the second Dutch\nGovernor, Wouter Van Twiller—having, a most unbecoming re-\ngard for his own strictly individual interests—made himself\nat once grantor and grantee of this property, and so appropri-\nated the Company's Farm No. 3 as his own private tobacco\nplantation. He was a weak brother, this Governor Van Twiller,\nand his governing was of a spasmodic and feeble sort; but\nhis talent for converting public property to private uses was so\nmarked that it would have given him prominence at a very\nmuch later period in the history of the Ninth Ward—the whole\nof which section of the future city, it will be observed, with\nsome considerable! slices from the adjacent territory, he grabbed\nwith one swoop of his big Dutch hands.\nVan Twiller, coming over in the South erg, landed on this\nisland in April, 1633. As he was dilatory only in matters of\nstate it is reasonable to suppose that he annexed Sapokanican\nin time to sow his first crop of tobacco that very year. His\nfarm-house doubtless was the first house erected on the island\nof Manhattan north of the settlement around Fort Amsterdam;\nand with the building of this house at the Bossen Bouetie,\nGreenwich Village was founded—only a dozen years after the\nformal colonization of the New Netherland, and rather more\nthan two centuries and a half ago.\nThings went so easily and gently in those placid times that\na long while passed before the Bossen Bouerie suffered the\nsmallest change. Twenty years later, in the time of Governor\nStuyvesant, mention is made of \"the few houses at Sapokani-\ncan;\" and nearly half a century later a passing reference to\nthe settlement there is made in the Labadist journal, so fortun-\nately discovered by the late Henry C. Murphy during his resi-\ndence at the Hague. Under date of September 7th, 1679, the\nthe journal contains this entry: \"We crossed over the island,\nwhich takes about three-quarters of an hour to do, and came\nto the North River, which we followed a little within the\nwoods to Sapokanikee. Gerrit having a sister and friends\nthere, we rested ourselves and drank some good beer, which\nrefreshed us. We continued along the shore to the city, where\nwe arrived at an early hour in the evening, very much fatigued,\nhaving walked this day about forty miles. I must add, in pass-\ning through this island we sometimes encountered such a sweet\nsmell in the air that we stood still because we did not know\nwhat it was we were meeting.\""}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "309", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 667, "texte": "And so for about a century after Governor Van Twilier, in\na prophetically aldermanic fashion, had boodled to himself the\nwhole of the future Ninth Ward, the settlement at the Bossen\nBouerie, otherwise Sapokanican, was but a hamlet, and a very\nsmall hamlet, tucked into the edge of the woodland a little to\nthe? northward of where the docks of the Cunard and White\nStar steamers were to be in the fulness of time: and the ham-\nleters doubtless had very fine trout-fishing between the1 future\nFifth and Sixth Avenues, in the Manetta Water; and in the\nautumn, good duck-shooting over the marsh which later was\nto be! Washington Square.\n\nThomas A. Janvier"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "309", "page_fin": "311", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Just One Nickel", "titre_sommaire": "Just One Nickel", "signature_source": "Being My Christmas Offering To You ; Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "309", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 669, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2743, "texte": "Just One Nickel\nBeing My Christmas Offering To You\n\nhome, no friends, no hope, walking the streets of the\nbig city on a bitter cold winter evening, the realization\nthat again the sun had set and he had tried again in vain to\nbetter his situation and that he had not been able? to procure\nfor himself a place to rest for a few hours; it is the\ntragedy in a man's life.\n\"Men and women are passing on the streets, hurrying to\nsome? destination. Only I do not know what I shall do with\nmyself. Every one of them has finished his business for the\nday and is hastening to his warm rooms at home, to his din-\nner which he will enjoy among his friends or his family. Only\nI have! tried this or that and I have failed. I do not know\nwhere I am going to rest, where I am going to pass the long\nhours till the day breaks again, what I am going to do to-\nmorrow.\"\nIt is a bitter feeling that overcomes him, wandering the\nstreets in his insufficient clothing, unprotected from the\nsharp winds, the collar of his upturned, his hands deep\nin his pockets. It does not matter if he has himself to blame\nfor his pitiful situation or if he is simply the victim of cir-\ncumstances. Unconsciously he is longing for some one who\nwill bring relief, for some one to whom he can talk. _ If he\nnever before in his life thought of applying for charity and\nif he even now withholds the? thought of asking for that which\nhe ne'eds and he failed to earn, frost and_ liunger, wind and\nsnow, and the dark streets, deserted at night _by all human\nbeings, change the course of his thought and his logic.\nAnd if you are hurrying home on a cold evening from\nyour daily work anxious to be again in the midst of the\ndear ones after the separation of hours, and out of the dark-\nness of some alley a man in shabby clothefs extends to you\nhis hand and asks you for assistance, help him. Don't be\nannoyed because you might miss your train, don't annoy him\nwith' unnecessary questions. Don't think he is a drunkard who\nwill carry your nickel to the next saloon!\nHe is your brother. He is homeless. He has no friends."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "310", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2842, "texte": "And he asksyour help. What do you care what he does with\nyour nickel if you know you helped him? And if he goes to\na saloon and buys a drink? Isn't the saloon the only place\nin the large, large city which kefeps its doors open, keeps its\nlight burning and its furnace going for the man with the one\nnickel—the only place where he can listen to human voices\nand see kind facds, where no one will pester him with re-\nligious and social reforms and deprive him of liberty and\nself-respect?\nI know there are drunkards and evil doers and criminals.\nI know we have professional beggars on th£ corners of our\nstreets. I know there are men and women who impose on\nour brotherly feeling. But at least one out of a hundred\nwho approach us will be? the one whom we must help, and\nfor the sake of this one let us help all who approach us!\nMen and women are paid by organized charities to dis-\ncriminate between the worthy and the unworthy and provide\na temporary relief.\nLet us form a new society! Without officers, without mem-\nbership fees, without homes for the needy, and without stand-\nardized lodging houses! Let us wipe out the discrimination\nbetween the rich who contribute large amounts of money and\nthe workers who intend to do good for small wages, and the\npoor and homeless, the recipients and victims of their bene-\nfactors. Let all of us be members of this society, rich and\npoor, me*n and women, idlers and laborers. Let the street be\nour clubhouse, the outstretched hand and humbly uttered words\nfor help, the high sign and\"the grip\" of membership.\nAnd if he or she asks us for help and we have some money\nin our_ pockets let us hand him just as much as we can—not\nas a gift, nor as alms.\n\"Here,\" let us say, \"is just as much as I can spare to give\nyou. I hope it will help you over this night. We all have\nups and downs in our lives. You will be better off some day.\nYou too will have some money in your pocket and you too\nwill hurry home as I do to-day. And some man might step\nup to you and ask your assistance. Don't turn away from\nhim, but remember that he is the man who came to claim\nthe loan I made you just now. Pay him the money I am\nloaning you and tell him what I have! told you.\"\nAnd the little money your circumstances allow you to\nlend to your poor brother in the street will be in circulation;\nit will pass through the hands of thousands whom it will\nhelp. It will initiate thousands as members of our society\nand it will not only help the? one who is in need but it will\nalso restore to him his self-respect. You give the man whom\nyou make in this way a member of our society not only a\nnight's lodging and a meal but you place upon his shoulders\na trust, a responsibility and you place in his heart a new am-\nbition.\nAnd who knows but that the nickel you hand out to-day\nmight come back to you some time."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "311", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 104, "texte": "It might come back to you on a cold winter night, on a dark\nstreet corner.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "311", "page_fin": "311", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "311", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 106, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2584, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nI-lERE in Paris we are launched into another winter of\nwar, and there can be no question but that the idea\nappals. They tell me that in London the absence from the\nstreet-life of the mutilated victims of war keeps away \"black\nthoughts\" from the public. I cannot but think that this\nreticence—if intentional—in the exhibition of the war's effects\nis one of different devices for sparing the shock of direct\ncontact with the reality of things typical of that regrettable\ntimidity manifested by the English at all times in face of\nmoral problems,but particularly to be deplored in the present\ncircumstances. In this instance the French show courage\nfar superior, for they do not require doses of mental pick-\nme-ups to keep up their calm and resolution. The truth in\nall its abrupt abomination stimulates them. If the English\nsystem of \"letting it down gently\" is the most suited to\nthe British temperament, then the British constitution is\nfeebler than the French.\nThe deficiencies in limbs and features in uniformed men pass-\ning me as I note these thoughts on a bench in the Luxembourg\ngardens, inspires this theme. I wish the four statesmen who\nhave just visited this city from across the Channel had kept\nme company here for an hour or so. The smile their pho-\ntographers so invariably render would, I fancy, be less persistent.\nWe do not want to see Cabinet ministers smiling just now.\nJoffre may and Kitchener (though he does not) may and every\nother soldier may, but not civilians, and especially not responsible!\ncivilians.\nWhen I read English contemporaries I am surprised to learn\nof topics quite new to me as preoccupying the Parisian mind.\nDo I live in an environment apart or do thety? Anyhow,\nthey inform of features of Paris life quite unfamiliar to me\nand my circle or occupying so insignificant a place in our inter-\nests that they do not occur to me! as worth recording. Constantly\nI read \"All Paris is talking\" or \"laughing\" or \"crying\" or\n\"dreaming\" about this or that about which I have bardy heard\na mention. Either their interests are peculiar or they imagine\nthat their readers' curiosity necessarily differs from their own,\na theory current among publicists—and, notably, editors, as ex-\nperience has from time to time shown me—the fallacy of\nwhich the subsequent bankruptcy of the concerns they_ directed\non these principles will, I trust, have! made evident to\nthem. . ......\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "312", "page_fin": "312", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "312", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2851, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nJJNTIL Thursday, January 6th, on which day it will inaug-\narate its 1916 season with a very select vocal and instru-\nmental program, the Thimble Theatre will re'main closed.\nIt is half a year since Mr. Edison started his movement in\nGreenwich Village, which has for its motto: A chance for the\nAmercian singer, musician and composer. And here? is what\nhe really has done.\nHe created a little show-house. A stage for the artists, com-\nfortable chairs for the audience. He invitefd American singers\nand musicians, who for some reason or another had not suc-\nceeded in getting a public hearing, to use the stage. He in-\nvited lovers of music, who wished outside of an evening's en-\ntertainment to be critics of musicians and singers who had not\nbeen criticised publicly before, to take the seats.\nBoth came. If you happen to have attended one? of the Thim-\nble Theatre performances, you know that the Thimble Theatre\nhas passed its experimental stage. It fulfills its mission be-\nyond expectations. Artists who have sung or played here have\nmade their way since. To have appeared at the Thimble? Theatre\nsuccessfully means to them the same as to have had a well-\ncriticised concert arranged by an influential impresario. Many\nof the? artists who have appeared realize that their work does\nnot entitle them quite yet to play before audiences, and they\nare \"trying it again\" and harder and better.\nThe audiences know the work Mr. Charle?s Edison is doing.\nThey know that their applause may be decisive for the future\ncareer of that musician or singer upon the stage. They are\nimpartial and therefore not over-sympathetic. Who they are,\nupon whom Mr. Edison calls to act as judges? Just men and\nwomen like you yourself; love?rs of music, who feel instinctively\nwhat they like and what they don't like and who have found\nhere in the Thimble Theatre the one place where- they are at\nliberty to express their likes and their dislikes. Music is for\nthe ear. There is no high or specific technical education nec-\nessary to be able to enjoy music. Only physical limitations are\npreventive. If one hasn't got a sense? of rhythm (but how very\nfew really do not respond to music!) and such will hardly be\nfound in a place where music is offered for the ear only—\nwithout attractions for eye (costumes, scenery) and senses\n(color and light effects).\nThe simple surroundings, the plain but cheerful colors of the\nThimble Theatre create in the audience a rented and receptive\nmood.\nAnd Mr. Charles Edison does what he set out to do: he gives\nthe American musician, singer and composer a chance to appefar\nbefore their supreme critic, an American public. And you go\nand ask the musician and singer, not known yet, if it isn't the\nhardest of all the tribulations on their road to success to get\ntheir first hearing!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "313", "page_fin": "314", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Thimble Theatre, Charles Edison and the Phonograph", "titre_sommaire": "The Thimble Theatre, Charles Edison and the Phonograph", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "313", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3211, "texte": "The Thimble Theatre, Charles Edison and the Phonograph\nOne of the permanent numbers on the Thimble Theatre pro-\ngrams is a selection on the Diamond Disc. It is listed on the!\nprogram as \"American Singers on the Diamond Disc.\"\nWhat the printed book means to the author, the Diamond\nDisc means to-day to the singer, musician and composer. Lim-\nited editions of seveh hundred-fifty copies of a certain book on\nJapan paper, bound in morocco leather are for the collector of\ncurios. The appearance of a singer or musician in an opera\nhouse or a concert hall with a seating capacity of our average\nshow-houses is a feast for the connoisseur. Books ceased, it\nseems, long ago to be a luxury of the elect. And in reality\nit is not so long ago—only since electricity brought everything\ncloser in space and released humanity from limitations in a\nnever-dre?amt-of way. Of little service would the publisher be\nto author and world if he did not aspire to reach out among the\ntens and hundreds of thousands, if it were not his ambition\nto appeal to everybody who has eyes to see and training how to\nread. Books are not a ddicacy for a few elect but necessary\nfood for all of us.\nMusic is for all of us. We do not need to be artists and\nmusicians in order to enjoy music. We all have ears to hear;\nbut where are the publishers who will realize that the? time of\nthe de luxe editions has passed and that instead of thousands,\nmillions are in need of music?\nThere was a time that not only daily papers but men esteemed\nas critics of their times and of their contemporaries laughed\nat the idea that our cities would be lighted by electricity, that\nthe electric button would have? the most important place in\nhousehold and business. That must be long, long ago, you say?\nNot so very long ago. Only in 1884, for instance, and\nI am quoting Stephen Fiske in his 'Off-Hand Portraits of\nProminent New Yorkers.\" These portraits were originally pub-\nlished in the Knickerbocker Magazine, and T. F. Durand, its\nwell-known editor, \"thinks it expedient that these off-hand por-\ntraits are not written to order but highly authentic and by ati\nauthority on criticism of fellowmen.\" In an off-hand portrait\nof Thomas Alva Edison, Fiske says:\n\"The failure to utilize electric light in private dwellings to\ntake the place of gas did much to destroy the popularity of\nMr. Edison. So did his subsequent failure of the phonograph.\n\"This instrument created a scientific and popular furore. Great\nthings were predicted of it. Orators and singers were to speak and\nsing into it and their exact voices were to be reproduced to the remot-\nest ages. Instruments were put upon exhibition, and marvels were\nrelated' of the secrets which this discovery recorded and revealed\nwhen introduced unobserved into private parlors. But the phonograph\nwas practically a failure; the excitement about it soon died out,\nand the instrument now ranks as a curious and costly toy.\"\ni\nThe Diamond Disc means for the ear what Mr. Edison's in-\ncandescent light meant for the eye.\nHow long will it be and the Diamond Disc will have its place\nin every home as well as the book shelf with its books ?\nMr. Charles Edison endeavors to act as the music publisher"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "314", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 893, "texte": "of the new kind. He will not confine the singer's, musician's\nor composer's work to the de luxe edition of the concert hall\nor of the opera house. And the selection of American Singers\non the Diamond Disc during the Thimble Theatre? performances\nshall help to demonstrate to the audiences that, outside of the\ngreat artists of all countries whose names are household words\nto the newspaper reader, there can be found in the Disc cata-\nlogs American singers and musicians whose work he considered\nworth while to be heard by all lovers of music. These discs\nof American singers shall demonstrate to those present that\nthey might be instrumental, through their judicial attitude\ntowards the singers and musicians appearing on the Thimble\nTheatre stage, to efnable millions of music lovers all over the\nworld to hear the same works, the same artists on the Disc\nin the near future."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "314", "page_fin": "315", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.8", "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": 10, "page_imprimee": "314", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 895, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2955, "texte": "Among Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nQUR social old guard in Washington Square North and lower\nFifth avenue and its purlieus—especially those whose\nfashionable prestige is on the wane—are picking _up a few\ncrumbs of comfort from a recently issued book, entitled, \"Fifth\nAvenue.\" This work which can be cited as a model of accuracy,\nis fitly aristocratic in its tone, the only women named_ in the\nroster of authorities consulted, in the foreword, being the\ndaughter of the sometime village' shoemaker and his wife the\nlocal milliner of Greene, Chenango County, in this state. In\nthe body of the work, however, quotation is made from the\nbiography of John Johnston, Esq., of Washington Square North,\nwritten by his granddaughter, Mrs. Robert W. DeForest, of\nWashington Square North. Mrs. DeForest is a daughter of the\nlate John Taylor Johnston, a Macaenas of the fine arts who\nlived in the stately marble house now so sadly in need of\nstone re'novating and exterior cleaning, at the southwest corner\nof Fifth avenue and Ninth street. The house is now the home\nof Mr. and Mrs. Pierre Mali, the latter a daughter of John\nTaylor Johnston, a name! rapidly becoming forgotten under the\naccretions of our multi-millionaire fashionable world. People\nwould be laughed at nowadays, for making even passing mention,\non Fifth avenue, of owning a picture valued at only ten thousand\ndollars. Another daughter, Mrs. Henry E. Coe, an active mem-\nber of the Neighborhood Club, livefs on East Ninth street.\nMrs. DeForest narrates in this book how one of her grand-\nfather's neighbors on Washington Square requested his coach-\nman to fetch a couple of pails of water for Mary, the laundress.\nThe? coachman said that this was not his business, and upon\nbeing asked what his business was, replied: \"To harness the\nhorses and drive them.\" Thereupon he was requested to bring\nthe carriage to the door. His employer then invited the laundress\nwith her two pails to step in and bade the coachman drive her\nto the pump. There was no more trouble with the coach-\nman."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "315", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1984, "texte": "The Eugene Delano residence at the northeast corner of Wash-\nington Square and Fifth avenue and the de Rham mansion at\nthe corner of Fifth avenue and Ninth street (\"the house of the\nhaunted bay window\") are suitably culled out as architectural\nspecimens for illustrators. But if one gets into the glare of\npublicity, one must take the consequences. From seeing these\npictures in the book, a be?vy of sight-seers—one or two of them\nhaughty dames from Washington and Old Virginia, who know\nwhat's what—have swooped down upon the neighborhood and\nhave mentally torn the cheap lace curtains of the de Rhams to\ntatters with their criticisms. \"What a pity!\" they protest,\n\"There? is only a solitary window on the whole facade of this\nstately old mansion, the home of a still wealthier family which\nhas lace curtains not one whit better than those of the bourgeois\nmiddle class 1\"\n\"How different is this from the upper Park Avenue de\nRhams, the Casemir, or 'Cacheme?re\" de Rhams, as they are\npointed out on account of the fine raiment they disport since\nJ # •/ JET\nfalling heir to a certain legacy,\" the fashionables comment.\nTo revert to common machine-made curtains, a newly rich\nwoman not at all related to the de Rhams, who was trying to\npose as \"old family\" brought down the house with spasms of\nlaughter at a fashionable dinner the other night, by boasting\nin all seriousness, of the Nottingham lace curtains which had\ncome down in the family from her grandmothers!\nAside from the lucubrations on high life, of an ex-hotel-clerk\nas well as of petople of inherited position, this helpful book—\nwhich is the literary apotheosis of Fifth avenue—bears all\nthrough its pages broad and deep traces of the master mind of\nthe socially most ambitious of our Irish-Americans—John D.\nCrimmins. But valuable is what Mr. Crimmins has to contribute\nand delightful his self-abne'gation in admitting to the proud\nand wealthy that his father was a gardener and he himself an\nerrand boy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "315", "page_fin": "316", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.9", "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": 11, "page_imprimee": "315", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1986, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2917, "texte": "In Our Village\nPEACEFUL and quiet is the Square and the zig-zag of our\nStreets, so far away from the Christmas marts and the\nshopping districts of the metropolis. Only the delivery wagon\nwith bundles and packages and men and women loaded with\nChristmas presents on their way home in the evening tell us\nthat that Christmas propagated in newspapers and store win-\ndows has really arrived. And then, we are at liberty to imagine\nthat back of the curtains and heavy hangings of studio and attic\nwindows elaborate Christmas preparations are being made. The\nlittle shops attract some people who are strangers to our happy\nhunting grounds and who carry away, up-town, village-made\nChristmas gifts.\nA certain Austrian couple?, who seem to have taken Green-\nwich Village into their hearts played Santa Claus to the chil-\ndren of Greenwich Village and \"Greenwich Village back of\nthe Square?.\" Hundreds of the nicest playthings for girls and"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "316", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2436, "texte": "boys were delivered, with their compliments to the children of\nGreenwich Village, in Bruno's Garret. A big Christmas tree\nfollowed and then came a big box with nice things for the tree.\nAn electrician arrived who eliminated the dangers of the lighted\ncandle on the tree branches, by wiring the tree. Other friends\nof Greenwich Village children furnished ne'eessary money to\npurchase for efach one of them a nice bag of candy and nuts and\nraisins, and on Fridajr afternoon, at 3:30, the Christmas tree\nwas lighted for those little ones whose Christmas eve would\notherwise not have differed from any other evening of the year.\nThe same pleasure the children had in taking down their own\npresents from the tree, the two ladies had who got the tree\nready.\nAfter an absence? of fifteen years, Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox\ncame down to Washington Square during her recent visit to\nNew York. Among her pleasant recollections of Greenwich\nVillage was an excellent chef in the Brevoort Hotel—one who\nreally knew how to create culinary masterpieces .... he\nis no more.\nThomas J. Burton, the historian, dropped into the garret last\nwee?k, and while he was warming his hands over the for once\nred-hot stove, related to us the story that it was in the identical\nroom that Samuel F. B. Morse placed his apparatus while ex-\nperimenting with his telegraph, while the othe'r station was\nestablished in the buildings of New York University.\nFrendly relations were established between Bronxville and\nGreenwich Village through the recent initial trip of Miss Kath-\nleen Burns, to Washington Square. Miss Burns came in the\nlate? afternoon just at a time to witness that wonderful violet\ntwilight settle upon the Washington Square arch, and she\nthought that next to Bronxville Greenwich Village and the\nSquare was the only real place on the map. Outside' of being\nmistress of a blue-ribbon Airdale, a golf champion, and daughter\nof William J. Burns, the detective, she has a very promising\nvoice and will be heard the 6th of January in her first appear-\nance before a public audience, in the Little Thimble Theatre.\nBruno's Garret\nThe exhibition of Ilonka Karasz' \"Men, Women, Saints and\nThings\" will continue until January 7th.\nOn Saturday, the? 25th, Christmas Day, at 4 o'clock in the\nafternoon, will be a Christmas Tree lighted for you, if you\nwish to come.\nOn Monday evening at 8 o'clock will be an informal talk on\n\"Christmas, Old and New.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "316", "page_fin": "317", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Ilonka Karasz, the Hermit Painter", "titre_sommaire": "Ilonka Karasz, the Hermit Painter", "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": "316", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 2438, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2899, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz, the Hermit Painter\nBack of one of those old residences on Washington Place,\nwhich were built fifty or sixty years ago and succeeded in pre-\nserving their one-family-home character, in a tiny back yard,\nis a tiny house. It couldn't have been a stable and it cannot\nbe a garage because there is no other access but through the\nreception room of the residence in front of it, through the\ndining-room and the kitchen. Perhaps it served as store-house"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "317", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1612, "texte": "or as wood-shed. To-day it is a hermitage. Miss Karasz chose\nit for living-place and studio combined. She painted the walls\nand the window sills and its furniture and its floors. The\npaintings on her easel and here and there on the walls harmonize\nwith it in color and style.\n\"I'd like to live somewhere out in the forest,\" she said to\nme after I had looked with surprise at the wonderful placid\nMadonna, and some ascetic and ecstatic saints right next to\nfashion plates and illustrations which you can see in French\nillustrated periodicals and taking a walk on Fifth Avenue. \"I\nwould like to live all by myself; I would like to paint like this,\"\n—and she pointed to the saints—\"but before I can do that I\nhave to do this\"—and she pointed to the fashion plates.\nMiss Karasz has not been long in the United States. Two\nyears ago she came from Hungary, because she wante'd to paint;\nshe wanted to be free of the Old World prejudice of her Hung-\narian home that women cannot compete with in art. She\nwas the only woman art student in her town, and she found\na good many limitations. Greenwich Village was just the place-\nwith surroundings congenial to her. But as to the people: \"I\nknow hardly anybody,\" she said. \"I am living here in this se-\ncluded little place I found. I work and I make occasional trips\nto art editors.\"\nHer pictures are very simple. She doesn't crowd ideas and\nshe knows how to fill space. Her pictures speak to our eyes.\nThere is a certain positiveness in her colors and lines which\nis unusual and which creates dignity and grandeur, even be the'\nsubjects trivial and piquant."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "317", "page_fin": "318", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.11", "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": 13, "page_imprimee": "317", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1614, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2866, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nAmong all the \"Christmas Covers\" of magazines and publi-\ncations I liked one the best, because it really carried the Christ-\nmas idea—not only holly and evergreen but what Christmas\nmeant toman and should mean toman: peace on earth. And\nall the doves and Christmas trees and boys with Christmas toys\ndo not express the spirit of the Christmas 1915, the Christmas\nfor which millions were praying. It was a picture on \"Reedy's\nMirror,\" the St. Louis weekly magazine of William Marion\nReedy. A battlefield, all in snow. One of those big 42 centi-\nmeter guns gaping towards the? clear blue skies, and Santa Claus\nlooking down into the terror-emitting muzzle. The cheerful red\nof his coat and of his cap seems to cover the man-murdering\nopening. It looks as thought he had \"put the lid\" upon that\ncannon, as though he would silence the bloodthirsty roaring\nand reinstate \"Peace on Earth and Good Will Toward Men.\"\nThe Egoist\n\"The Egoist\" is about the only journal which reaches our\nshores from England which doesn't seem to be infected by the\nbacillus of war. The December issue contains \"Extracts from\nthe Letters of a Prisoner of War,\" written from a concentra-\ntion camp in Germany and illustrating in a characteristic way"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "318", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2734, "texte": "the occupation of an artist and literateur during his imprison-\nment. There is another installment of Richard Aldington's\n\"Translation Series.\" \"Latin Poems of the Renaissance\" which\nappears simultaneously in pamphlet form in his \"Translation\nSeries.\"\nThe Bang\nThe December 20th issue of this weekly, edited by Alexander\nHarvey, contains an excellent story by the editor, \"A Banquet.\"\nMr. Harvey reminds one, in his short stories, very much of Am-\nbrose Bierce of twenty years ago. Some of his iconoclastic\nsentences are worthy to be printed by The Roycrofters upon\nhand-made, deckel-edged paper and to be used as wall mottoes.\nFor instance, here is one: \"It seemed unmanly to obey, until the?\nothers in the procession had set me the example.\"\nSherwood Sacrifice Sale\nA book catalog drifted onto my desk which calls itself \"The\nSherwood Sacrifice Sale List.\" Among the sacrifices, Oscar\nWilde's plays are listed as \"Erotica,\" right above \"The De-\ncameron\" of Boccaccio, other erotica are letters of John Keats\nto Fanny Brown. What a sensation-thirsty, calculating, know-\nnothingness among our book dealers!\nThe Little Paper\nAlso speaks Esther Griffin White, the only woman in the\nUnited States who founded, edits and publishes a political maga-\nzine of her own:\nThe editor of The Little Paper's idea of nothing to do is to belong\nto the Association for the Prevention of Woman's Suffrage. Or what-\never its name is.\nThese women are worse than anarchists.\nThey're a set of feminine Judases.\nThey're selling their embryonic votes for a head-line and damning\ntheir civic souls for their pictures on the front page.\nA parcel of old feminine grouches these.\nSandwiched by others who have tried to and couldn't or didn't.\nScratch the surface and you'd possibly find a set of women who\nwant publicity and limelight activities and found the best way to\nachieve that end was to organize \"agin\" suffrage.\nBruno Chap Books\nThe December issue, th£ last number of the second volume,\nis a collection of D. Molby's \"Everyday Musings,\" called by\nthe author, significantly, \"Hippopotamus Tails.\" D. Molby is\nknown to the reader's of Bruno's Weekly as the keeper of thg\nmicroscope of the macrocosm and his observations are delight-\nfully naive or cynically sarcastic—just as you please.\nAmong the ne?w poets who have drifted lately into the garret\nis H. Thompson Rich. His \"Lumps of Clay\" are a rather dis-\ntinctive collection of Imagist poems. While the influence of\nthe Imagists of England upon him cannot be denied, jn this\nvolume, the January issue of Bruno Chap Books containing his\nsixteefn war poems, \"The Red Shame\" show him as an individual\nof emotions and of ability to paint his emotions expressively\nas well as impressively."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "319", "page_fin": "319", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "The Red Shame", "titre_sommaire": "The Red Shame", "signature_source": "H. Thompson Rich", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "319", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 69, "fin_caractere_exclue": 647, "texte": "The Red Shame\nBy H. Thompson Rich\nPlea\nJF we must fight,\nThen let us fight so madly\nWe shall not feel the pain;\nIf we must kill,\nThen let us kill so sadly\nWe shall not wear the stain—\nIf we must die,\nThen let us die so gladly\nWe shall not die in vain!\nThe Soldier's Omen\nA SILENT Figure walks the skies\nAll day;\nHe has a solemn look and wise,\nThey say.\nA silent Figure walks the skies\nAll night;\nHe has a sorrow in His eyes,\nThey write.\nA silent Figure walks the skies\nIn pain;\nHe has a solemn look and wise;\nHe has a sorrow in His eyes;\nHe suffers, and He dies, He dies—\nAgain."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "319", "page_fin": "320", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Dead Men's Eyes", "titre_sommaire": "Dead Men's Eyes", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "319", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 649, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1645, "texte": "Dead Men's Eyes\nBy Guido Bruno\nBut surely he? must have done something those four years.\nHe thought and thought. But there was nothing he could\nremember. Rooming houses, lodging houses, benches in the\nparks, cells in the police stations, saloons and meeting halls\nand talk. Talk and talk and talk. But didn't they want to\nmake the world better? Didn't they want to destroy the\npresent order of things? The present order of\nthings—these words began to make things grow clearer in\nhis mind. He shuddered.\nWhat had the dead man said before? he threw himself\ndown on the bed? \"There is truth and love.\"\nHe said it was too late. \"There is truth and love,\" Medak\nrepeated and shuddeted again. Was it possible that he had\nbeen mistaken? He never doubted that there was love. But\nwas there truth ? For four years he had told himse?lf: \"Every-\nthing is a lie and she is the worst of liars.\"\nHe looked in the broken mirror again. What had these\nfour years made of a man full of ideals, full of enefrgy and1"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "320", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3120, "texte": "who knew what he wanted and why he wanted it? Was it\ntoo late? He closed his eyes. He saw a brilliantly lighted\nballroom. Hundreds of candle's reflected their lights in pend-\nant crystals of Venetian glass. He saw himself. How dif-\nferent he looked! And he saw the dark-haired woman and\nthe other man. He saw himself asking the woman a question.\nThe blood flamed in her cheeks. He insisted on her answer-\ning. She refused. He? flung at her a terrible word and went\nout into the darkness. He left the city and they never heard\nfrom him again.\n\"There is truth!\" He could not forget what Tomek had\nsaid. He turned to the dead man.,\n\"You know what the Cossacks do when they want to find\nout the truth? They go into the dead man's chamber and\npull down the lids of the dead man's eyes and they put the\nquestion to him. You know that, Tomek. You have; heard\nthem tell it in the evening when you were a boy and went in\nwhere the women spin. And if the eyes remain closed it is\na lie. And if tkey open again it is the truth.\"\nHe went to the bed. He drew the lids down over the big,\nbulging eyeballs. He looked at the placid white face.\n\"Dead man do not lie,\" he said. His voice quave?red and\nhis knees shook. At last he was to know if there is truth on\nearth. Dead man, tell me the truth. Was she guilty? Was\nI right? Did she betray me?\"\nHis hands fell with a convulsive grip to the shoulders of\nthe dead man. He watched the eyes. The tenth of a second\nthat the lids remained motionless was a long stretch of years,\ninvolving crises, introducing epochs. Then they began slowly\nto open. He watched them. They rose until half the pupil\nwas exposed. They glared at him—those? sightless eyeballs.\nHe sprang to his feet and stood motionless. He felt the sense-\nless misery of four years engulf him. He? fought with it. He\nhad only one weapon in his struggle to regain himself.\nShe was innocent. She was innocent.\nHe said it over and over again, each time? realizing it more\nand more. Finally he became calm. His body lost its rigid-\nity. He walkefd steadily over to the window and let the sweet\nfresh air of the new-born day drive the smell of iodoform\nand clotted blood from the room. He turned out the gas.\nThen he opened Tomek's trunk. From out a jumble of\noapers, cravats, caps and soiled handerchiefs in the? top tray\nie selected the cleanest collar. In the bottom of the\ntrunk he found decent shoes, a well-made suit of clothes and\neverything that he needed. He fitted a blade to Tomek's\nrazor and started to shave himself before the broken looking-\nglass. He lathered his face and began to feel like a human\nagain. Wh&i one side of his face was clean he was able to\nlook himself straight in the eye. And he saw at the same\ntime in the smaller portion of the broken mirror the image\nof Tomek lying dead in the bed with the? sheet pulled up\nto his chin. And the staring eyeballs. He paused in his\nvigorous strokes of the razor over his face.\n\"I'm going to take care of you,\" he said looking back over\nhis shoulder. \"And theft I'm going to take care of myself.\nThere is love. There is truth. And she is innocent.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "321", "page_fin": "322", "image_debut": 17, "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.14", "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": 17, "page_imprimee": "321", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2983, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Kenneth, after you told me and left me that evening, it took\nhours and hours to make me comprehend the situation. Only\nthe thought of my mother prevented me from losing my belief\nin all the women who ever had existed, exist and ever would\nexist. You remember that small room with the cheap iron bed?\nI'll never forget that room and that bed in my life. I was\nlying there dressed all night and I could hardly think. I wished\nto cry and I couldn't. We men in the city have not often the\noccasion to look at the rising sun. That night I looked with\nimmense interest as the black darkness started to become gray\nand grayer, how the mist of the twilight gave place to the young\nlight. How the things in the room started to shape themselves\nfrom ill-proportioned masses to the articles well-accustomed to\nthe eye. I arose, washed myself mechanically and changed my\nclothes and went out. I saw the men with dinner pails hust-\nling to their work. The shop keepers opened their shops and\ncoffee venders on the corner were selling their frugal break-\nfast to men who could not stop at home for their food.\n\"I saw the awakening of the big city where the sorrow of one\nis drowned in the hustling business of thousands of others. And\nI forgot myself. I thought of the many men and women suffer-\ning as I suffered. I remembered that I was a physician and I\nthought of the sufferers whom I could relieve. I stood at the\ncorner of a busy crossing, the elevated rumbling over my head,\nthe surface car screeching on the rails. I stood still. It was the\nturning point in my whole life. From that time on, you know\nhow I worked.\n\"You know, too, how successful I was. And you know how\nlittle I cared for the money. I forgot what it was, and I worked\nand worked and waited for a great Something, which might come\ninto my life and cause a big change. I never attempted to pic-\nture what it might be, but I was sure it would come. I was\nsure my life would be only the frame for the beautiful master-\npiece-painting putin as the Soul to give me harmony again.\"\n* * *\nHeavy raindrops splashed rhythmically on the window. A\nwhistling wind was raving in the dry branches of some trees.\nThunder bellowed and rolled away. It sounded like the cry of\na solitary lion in an African desert, heard by a thirsty man who\nhad lost his way. The quick lightning flashed through the thick\ndarkness in front of the windows and illuminated the sad scenery\nof Autumn's dying nature. As though in a dream, lost in his\nthoughts, Courtland stood facing his friend but not conscious\nof his presence. He looked at those bookshelves filled with\nold, time-worn volumes, at the picturesque arrangement of troph-\nies and bric-a-brac. Each had a story and he had ofte?n list-\nened as a boy to the father of the man who was sitting before\nhim in the big chair by the table, telling strange tales of far\naway countries. He knew those strange-looking men and women"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "322", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2197, "texte": "in the heavy gold frames by name. His eye rested on a picture\nevidently new; it was a woman with a girl's face, with big\neyes and a peculiar smile about her mouth. He looked at her\na long time. He had never seen this picture before; it must\nhave been a new one, newly placed among the pictures of his\nfriend's ancestors and relatives. He hadn't seen this face for\nten years. But there was no emotion in him. He looked and\nthe features of the woman's face seemed to become misty; they\nseefrned to transform and he saw a face which he had\nseen day and night during the last six days. There was that\npeculiar twinkle in her eyes. He looked again but the\nvision was gone and there was only the sister of his friend.\nHe sank very heavily into the deep chair near the window.\nWater was streaming down the French plate-glass and\na few drops glowed opalescent in the light of the lamp on the\ntable. For a long time he sat without moving out of his posi-\ntion. Suddenly he awoke as though from a long deep sleep.\nHe gazed about in the room. His friend was seated at the table.\nHe seeme'd to be in deep thought. He crossed to the table and\ntook the seat opposite him. He gazed a while at his friend.\n\"You must forgive me, Kenneth. I invited you to spend a\nquiet evening with me and be happy. I wanted to be happy and I\nwanted you to be happy. I wanted to tell you the tale of the new\nhappiness which I meant was in store for me. I don't know\nwhat you may think of my conduct tonight but, for God's sake,\ndon't think that I have lost mjr mind. I'm quiet now, perfectly\nat ease. Only it was so hard to realize that there is no truth\nin the face of a charming woman and that beautiful dreams\nmust be shattered and that there is no happiness in the world—\nat least for me.\"\n\"Don't you think you'd better not talk about these things?\"\ninterrupted Kenneth in a low tone. \"You must have gone\nthrough some terrible experience during the short time since we\nleft your office. I'm so sorry, Courtland. I wish I could help\nyou. I wish I could share those horrible thoughts that you have\nhad in the last few hours. I wish I could relieve your mind\nand tell you that you are mistaken.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[324]", "page_fin": "[324]", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "\"I got soldiers and candy and things,\" he said ....", "titre_sommaire": "\"I got soldiers and candy and things,\" he said ....", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[324]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 15, "fin_caractere_exclue": 66, "texte": "\"I got soldiers and candy and things,\" he said ...."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[324]", "page_fin": "[324]", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.15.1", "titre_corps": "Ilonka Katasz", "titre_sommaire": "Ilonka Katasz", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[324]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 13, "texte": "Ilonka Katasz"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "322", "page_fin": "322", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.16", "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": "322", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 2199, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2798, "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to\nselect for themselves, or for those who have not access to the best book marts.\nWhy not begin collecting now?\nAddress E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $1 a year.\nApplications for entry as second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[323]", "page_fin": "[323]", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.17", "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": "[323]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 645, "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\nAT k QTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE /tu 1 v/f\\ Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo.M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nAMERICAN HOLLIDAY\nPLAY With FRED NIBLO as \" BILLY HOLLIDAY\"\nAT P AMI\\I ITD 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast\nAT I A PDI? 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Eve'g, 8:30. Matinees,Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn TRllJMPHdy The Great Lover"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[323]", "page_fin": "[323]", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.18", "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": "[323]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 647, "fin_caractere_exclue": 769, "texte": "The Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nCigars and Cigarettes\nBeneath Bruno's Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1915-12-25-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1915-12-25_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[323]", "page_fin": "[323]", "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=bmtnaaq19151225-01.2.19", "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": "[323]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 771, "fin_caractere_exclue": 935, "texte": "Bronx\nOpera House\n149th St., E. of 3d Ave.\nBest in the Bronx\nand Better Than\nHalf the Theatres\nin Manhattan\nWeek of Dec. 27th\nThe Cohan & Harris Hit\n\"Young America\""}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents December 25th, 1915\n\nIlonka Karasz"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[306]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.2", "texte": "Guido Bruno in his Garret, Situated at\n58 Washington Square, South* N.Y.C.\nBrpuo Chap Books D « UL 1*2/\nGreenwich Village • I •\n$i'»»<>*« Weekly\nf\nAtr UK. \"fU*re \"fclw.\n0<hc <?©•\nctsL-ei-cle /Wcrtxj- ii Ur€ aUcJUL -fvudt ff*\\\n<y~\\s Aaaatc£_ &A-ckjt_\nOlj SLcXfc(ji -£O~vu*-CA.\nlAj*-aiv tv Vifi&McS~\nCWt 1UrtLU ~tUA*SL\naJla. <n.\n&As**uL yUAX. O-MJL ,\nkx/JUL <x> Au&uv^X**^\n-& :. fry\nfit tAx 4tA>|^x\\A^cfc^\nu}X(, H tr ~£Zirxy-\n\"Xer Kfic>f\\\n| X4. / (X^cL.\nckX^XX ~ii> £A+r<t,\n\"t*> I\nCttlAA^kiET- I^AjU^V\\3fo~~"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[307]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. S3\nDECEMBER 35th, MCMXV\nVol. I.\n\nMerry Christmas To All!\nWilliam Marion Reedy.\nLet yourself go in surrender to the season. Don't be\nafraid or ashamed to be a bit soft towards everybody.\nObey that impulse to kindness. Throw off that inhi-\nbition on spontaneous friendliness. Note how it gets\nyou more than you give. Reflect how splendid it\nwould be to carry the feeling on beyond Christmas\nalways. Don't let the horror and misery of the great\nwar oppress you. In the conflict men are giving all\nthey have and are for ideals. They are making and\nshaping a new world and a better one, building it with\nthe supreme sacrifice of self. Help where you can, as\nmuch as you can. This world is what we make it.\nThe love-habit will beautify and sweeten it. Every\nlittle bit helps to make a mighty fire of love eventually\nto burn all hate away. Merry Christmas!\n\nGreenwich Village of Yore\nI. In the Times of the Dutch\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\nF the resolute spirit of another1 Andora, the village of Green-\nwich maintains its independence in the vCry midst of the\ncity of New York—submitting to no more of a compromise\nin the matter of its autonomy than is involved in the Procrus-\ntean sort of splicing which has hitched fast the extremities\nof its tangle\"d streets to the most readily available streets in\nthe City Plan. The flippant carelessness with which this ap-\nparent union has been effected only serves to emphasize the\nactual separation. In almost eve?ry case these ill-advised coup-\nlings are productive of anomalous disorder, while in the case\nof the numbered streets they openly travesty the requirements\nof communal propriety and of common sense: as may be in-\nferred from the fact that within this disjointed region Fourth\nStreet crosses Tenth, Eleventh and Twelfth Streets very nearly\nat right angles—to the permanent bewilderment of nations and\nto the perennial confusion of mankind.\nExcepting the immediate vicinity of the Battery, this is the\noldest habitation of white men on the Island of York.\nBut there were red men living here before the white men\ncamd. In the Dutch Records references are made to the Indian\nvillage of Sapokanican; and this name, or the Bossen Bouerie—\nme'aning farm in the woods—was applied for more than a cen-\ntury to the region which came to be known as Greenwich in\nthe later, English times. The Indian village was probably near\nthe site of the present Gansevoort Market; but the name seems\nto have been applied to the whole region lying between the"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "308", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nNorth River and the stream called the Manetta Water or Besta-\nvaar's Kill.\nIn primitive times the land between Manetta Water and the\nNorth River was very fertile—a light loamy soil, the value\nof which anybody with half an eye for soils could see at a\nglance. Wherefore, Peter Minuit, first of the Dutch Governors,\nwith a becoming regard for the interests of his owners—-this\nwas just after he had bought the whole land of Manhattan\nfrom the unsuspecting savages for sixty guilders, or twenty-\nfour dollars—set apart Sapokanican as one of the four farms\nto be reserved to the Dutch India Company in perpetuity. With\neven greater, but more! personal, astuteness the second Dutch\nGovernor, Wouter Van Twiller—having, a most unbecoming re-\ngard for his own strictly individual interests—made himself\nat once grantor and grantee of this property, and so appropri-\nated the Company's Farm No. 3 as his own private tobacco\nplantation. He was a weak brother, this Governor Van Twiller,\nand his governing was of a spasmodic and feeble sort; but\nhis talent for converting public property to private uses was so\nmarked that it would have given him prominence at a very\nmuch later period in the history of the Ninth Ward—the whole\nof which section of the future city, it will be observed, with\nsome considerable! slices from the adjacent territory, he grabbed\nwith one swoop of his big Dutch hands.\nVan Twiller, coming over in the South erg, landed on this\nisland in April, 1633. As he was dilatory only in matters of\nstate it is reasonable to suppose that he annexed Sapokanican\nin time to sow his first crop of tobacco that very year. His\nfarm-house doubtless was the first house erected on the island\nof Manhattan north of the settlement around Fort Amsterdam;\nand with the building of this house at the Bossen Bouetie,\nGreenwich Village was founded—only a dozen years after the\nformal colonization of the New Netherland, and rather more\nthan two centuries and a half ago.\nThings went so easily and gently in those placid times that\na long while passed before the Bossen Bouerie suffered the\nsmallest change. Twenty years later, in the time of Governor\nStuyvesant, mention is made of \"the few houses at Sapokani-\ncan;\" and nearly half a century later a passing reference to\nthe settlement there is made in the Labadist journal, so fortun-\nately discovered by the late Henry C. Murphy during his resi-\ndence at the Hague. Under date of September 7th, 1679, the\nthe journal contains this entry: \"We crossed over the island,\nwhich takes about three-quarters of an hour to do, and came\nto the North River, which we followed a little within the\nwoods to Sapokanikee. Gerrit having a sister and friends\nthere, we rested ourselves and drank some good beer, which\nrefreshed us. We continued along the shore to the city, where\nwe arrived at an early hour in the evening, very much fatigued,\nhaving walked this day about forty miles. I must add, in pass-\ning through this island we sometimes encountered such a sweet\nsmell in the air that we stood still because we did not know\nwhat it was we were meeting.\""}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "309", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAnd so for about a century after Governor Van Twilier, in\na prophetically aldermanic fashion, had boodled to himself the\nwhole of the future Ninth Ward, the settlement at the Bossen\nBouerie, otherwise Sapokanican, was but a hamlet, and a very\nsmall hamlet, tucked into the edge of the woodland a little to\nthe? northward of where the docks of the Cunard and White\nStar steamers were to be in the fulness of time: and the ham-\nleters doubtless had very fine trout-fishing between the1 future\nFifth and Sixth Avenues, in the Manetta Water; and in the\nautumn, good duck-shooting over the marsh which later was\nto be! Washington Square.\n\nThomas A. Janvier\n\nJust One Nickel\nBeing My Christmas Offering To You\n\nhome, no friends, no hope, walking the streets of the\nbig city on a bitter cold winter evening, the realization\nthat again the sun had set and he had tried again in vain to\nbetter his situation and that he had not been able? to procure\nfor himself a place to rest for a few hours; it is the\ntragedy in a man's life.\n\"Men and women are passing on the streets, hurrying to\nsome? destination. Only I do not know what I shall do with\nmyself. Every one of them has finished his business for the\nday and is hastening to his warm rooms at home, to his din-\nner which he will enjoy among his friends or his family. Only\nI have! tried this or that and I have failed. I do not know\nwhere I am going to rest, where I am going to pass the long\nhours till the day breaks again, what I am going to do to-\nmorrow.\"\nIt is a bitter feeling that overcomes him, wandering the\nstreets in his insufficient clothing, unprotected from the\nsharp winds, the collar of his upturned, his hands deep\nin his pockets. It does not matter if he has himself to blame\nfor his pitiful situation or if he is simply the victim of cir-\ncumstances. Unconsciously he is longing for some one who\nwill bring relief, for some one to whom he can talk. _ If he\nnever before in his life thought of applying for charity and\nif he even now withholds the? thought of asking for that which\nhe ne'eds and he failed to earn, frost and_ liunger, wind and\nsnow, and the dark streets, deserted at night _by all human\nbeings, change the course of his thought and his logic.\nAnd if you are hurrying home on a cold evening from\nyour daily work anxious to be again in the midst of the\ndear ones after the separation of hours, and out of the dark-\nness of some alley a man in shabby clothefs extends to you\nhis hand and asks you for assistance, help him. Don't be\nannoyed because you might miss your train, don't annoy him\nwith' unnecessary questions. Don't think he is a drunkard who\nwill carry your nickel to the next saloon!\nHe is your brother. He is homeless. He has no friends."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "310", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAnd he asksyour help. What do you care what he does with\nyour nickel if you know you helped him? And if he goes to\na saloon and buys a drink? Isn't the saloon the only place\nin the large, large city which kefeps its doors open, keeps its\nlight burning and its furnace going for the man with the one\nnickel—the only place where he can listen to human voices\nand see kind facds, where no one will pester him with re-\nligious and social reforms and deprive him of liberty and\nself-respect?\nI know there are drunkards and evil doers and criminals.\nI know we have professional beggars on th£ corners of our\nstreets. I know there are men and women who impose on\nour brotherly feeling. But at least one out of a hundred\nwho approach us will be? the one whom we must help, and\nfor the sake of this one let us help all who approach us!\nMen and women are paid by organized charities to dis-\ncriminate between the worthy and the unworthy and provide\na temporary relief.\nLet us form a new society! Without officers, without mem-\nbership fees, without homes for the needy, and without stand-\nardized lodging houses! Let us wipe out the discrimination\nbetween the rich who contribute large amounts of money and\nthe workers who intend to do good for small wages, and the\npoor and homeless, the recipients and victims of their bene-\nfactors. Let all of us be members of this society, rich and\npoor, me*n and women, idlers and laborers. Let the street be\nour clubhouse, the outstretched hand and humbly uttered words\nfor help, the high sign and\"the grip\" of membership.\nAnd if he or she asks us for help and we have some money\nin our_ pockets let us hand him just as much as we can—not\nas a gift, nor as alms.\n\"Here,\" let us say, \"is just as much as I can spare to give\nyou. I hope it will help you over this night. We all have\nups and downs in our lives. You will be better off some day.\nYou too will have some money in your pocket and you too\nwill hurry home as I do to-day. And some man might step\nup to you and ask your assistance. Don't turn away from\nhim, but remember that he is the man who came to claim\nthe loan I made you just now. Pay him the money I am\nloaning you and tell him what I have! told you.\"\nAnd the little money your circumstances allow you to\nlend to your poor brother in the street will be in circulation;\nit will pass through the hands of thousands whom it will\nhelp. It will initiate thousands as members of our society\nand it will not only help the? one who is in need but it will\nalso restore to him his self-respect. You give the man whom\nyou make in this way a member of our society not only a\nnight's lodging and a meal but you place upon his shoulders\na trust, a responsibility and you place in his heart a new am-\nbition.\nAnd who knows but that the nickel you hand out to-day\nmight come back to you some time."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "311", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIt might come back to you on a cold winter night, on a dark\nstreet corner.\n\nGuido Bruno.\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nI-lERE in Paris we are launched into another winter of\nwar, and there can be no question but that the idea\nappals. They tell me that in London the absence from the\nstreet-life of the mutilated victims of war keeps away \"black\nthoughts\" from the public. I cannot but think that this\nreticence—if intentional—in the exhibition of the war's effects\nis one of different devices for sparing the shock of direct\ncontact with the reality of things typical of that regrettable\ntimidity manifested by the English at all times in face of\nmoral problems,but particularly to be deplored in the present\ncircumstances. In this instance the French show courage\nfar superior, for they do not require doses of mental pick-\nme-ups to keep up their calm and resolution. The truth in\nall its abrupt abomination stimulates them. If the English\nsystem of \"letting it down gently\" is the most suited to\nthe British temperament, then the British constitution is\nfeebler than the French.\nThe deficiencies in limbs and features in uniformed men pass-\ning me as I note these thoughts on a bench in the Luxembourg\ngardens, inspires this theme. I wish the four statesmen who\nhave just visited this city from across the Channel had kept\nme company here for an hour or so. The smile their pho-\ntographers so invariably render would, I fancy, be less persistent.\nWe do not want to see Cabinet ministers smiling just now.\nJoffre may and Kitchener (though he does not) may and every\nother soldier may, but not civilians, and especially not responsible!\ncivilians.\nWhen I read English contemporaries I am surprised to learn\nof topics quite new to me as preoccupying the Parisian mind.\nDo I live in an environment apart or do thety? Anyhow,\nthey inform of features of Paris life quite unfamiliar to me\nand my circle or occupying so insignificant a place in our inter-\nests that they do not occur to me! as worth recording. Constantly\nI read \"All Paris is talking\" or \"laughing\" or \"crying\" or\n\"dreaming\" about this or that about which I have bardy heard\na mention. Either their interests are peculiar or they imagine\nthat their readers' curiosity necessarily differs from their own,\na theory current among publicists—and, notably, editors, as ex-\nperience has from time to time shown me—the fallacy of\nwhich the subsequent bankruptcy of the concerns they_ directed\non these principles will, I trust, have! made evident to\nthem. . ......\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "312", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nJJNTIL Thursday, January 6th, on which day it will inaug-\narate its 1916 season with a very select vocal and instru-\nmental program, the Thimble Theatre will re'main closed.\nIt is half a year since Mr. Edison started his movement in\nGreenwich Village, which has for its motto: A chance for the\nAmercian singer, musician and composer. And here? is what\nhe really has done.\nHe created a little show-house. A stage for the artists, com-\nfortable chairs for the audience. He invitefd American singers\nand musicians, who for some reason or another had not suc-\nceeded in getting a public hearing, to use the stage. He in-\nvited lovers of music, who wished outside of an evening's en-\ntertainment to be critics of musicians and singers who had not\nbeen criticised publicly before, to take the seats.\nBoth came. If you happen to have attended one? of the Thim-\nble Theatre performances, you know that the Thimble Theatre\nhas passed its experimental stage. It fulfills its mission be-\nyond expectations. Artists who have sung or played here have\nmade their way since. To have appeared at the Thimble? Theatre\nsuccessfully means to them the same as to have had a well-\ncriticised concert arranged by an influential impresario. Many\nof the? artists who have appeared realize that their work does\nnot entitle them quite yet to play before audiences, and they\nare \"trying it again\" and harder and better.\nThe audiences know the work Mr. Charle?s Edison is doing.\nThey know that their applause may be decisive for the future\ncareer of that musician or singer upon the stage. They are\nimpartial and therefore not over-sympathetic. Who they are,\nupon whom Mr. Edison calls to act as judges? Just men and\nwomen like you yourself; love?rs of music, who feel instinctively\nwhat they like and what they don't like and who have found\nhere in the Thimble Theatre the one place where- they are at\nliberty to express their likes and their dislikes. Music is for\nthe ear. There is no high or specific technical education nec-\nessary to be able to enjoy music. Only physical limitations are\npreventive. If one hasn't got a sense? of rhythm (but how very\nfew really do not respond to music!) and such will hardly be\nfound in a place where music is offered for the ear only—\nwithout attractions for eye (costumes, scenery) and senses\n(color and light effects).\nThe simple surroundings, the plain but cheerful colors of the\nThimble Theatre create in the audience a rented and receptive\nmood.\nAnd Mr. Charles Edison does what he set out to do: he gives\nthe American musician, singer and composer a chance to appefar\nbefore their supreme critic, an American public. And you go\nand ask the musician and singer, not known yet, if it isn't the\nhardest of all the tribulations on their road to success to get\ntheir first hearing!"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "313", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Thimble Theatre, Charles Edison and the Phonograph\nOne of the permanent numbers on the Thimble Theatre pro-\ngrams is a selection on the Diamond Disc. It is listed on the!\nprogram as \"American Singers on the Diamond Disc.\"\nWhat the printed book means to the author, the Diamond\nDisc means to-day to the singer, musician and composer. Lim-\nited editions of seveh hundred-fifty copies of a certain book on\nJapan paper, bound in morocco leather are for the collector of\ncurios. The appearance of a singer or musician in an opera\nhouse or a concert hall with a seating capacity of our average\nshow-houses is a feast for the connoisseur. Books ceased, it\nseems, long ago to be a luxury of the elect. And in reality\nit is not so long ago—only since electricity brought everything\ncloser in space and released humanity from limitations in a\nnever-dre?amt-of way. Of little service would the publisher be\nto author and world if he did not aspire to reach out among the\ntens and hundreds of thousands, if it were not his ambition\nto appeal to everybody who has eyes to see and training how to\nread. Books are not a ddicacy for a few elect but necessary\nfood for all of us.\nMusic is for all of us. We do not need to be artists and\nmusicians in order to enjoy music. We all have ears to hear;\nbut where are the publishers who will realize that the? time of\nthe de luxe editions has passed and that instead of thousands,\nmillions are in need of music?\nThere was a time that not only daily papers but men esteemed\nas critics of their times and of their contemporaries laughed\nat the idea that our cities would be lighted by electricity, that\nthe electric button would have? the most important place in\nhousehold and business. That must be long, long ago, you say?\nNot so very long ago. Only in 1884, for instance, and\nI am quoting Stephen Fiske in his 'Off-Hand Portraits of\nProminent New Yorkers.\" These portraits were originally pub-\nlished in the Knickerbocker Magazine, and T. F. Durand, its\nwell-known editor, \"thinks it expedient that these off-hand por-\ntraits are not written to order but highly authentic and by ati\nauthority on criticism of fellowmen.\" In an off-hand portrait\nof Thomas Alva Edison, Fiske says:\n\"The failure to utilize electric light in private dwellings to\ntake the place of gas did much to destroy the popularity of\nMr. Edison. So did his subsequent failure of the phonograph.\n\"This instrument created a scientific and popular furore. Great\nthings were predicted of it. Orators and singers were to speak and\nsing into it and their exact voices were to be reproduced to the remot-\nest ages. Instruments were put upon exhibition, and marvels were\nrelated' of the secrets which this discovery recorded and revealed\nwhen introduced unobserved into private parlors. But the phonograph\nwas practically a failure; the excitement about it soon died out,\nand the instrument now ranks as a curious and costly toy.\"\ni\nThe Diamond Disc means for the ear what Mr. Edison's in-\ncandescent light meant for the eye.\nHow long will it be and the Diamond Disc will have its place\nin every home as well as the book shelf with its books ?\nMr. Charles Edison endeavors to act as the music publisher"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "314", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof the new kind. He will not confine the singer's, musician's\nor composer's work to the de luxe edition of the concert hall\nor of the opera house. And the selection of American Singers\non the Diamond Disc during the Thimble Theatre? performances\nshall help to demonstrate to the audiences that, outside of the\ngreat artists of all countries whose names are household words\nto the newspaper reader, there can be found in the Disc cata-\nlogs American singers and musicians whose work he considered\nworth while to be heard by all lovers of music. These discs\nof American singers shall demonstrate to those present that\nthey might be instrumental, through their judicial attitude\ntowards the singers and musicians appearing on the Thimble\nTheatre stage, to efnable millions of music lovers all over the\nworld to hear the same works, the same artists on the Disc\nin the near future.\n\nAmong Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village a la Town Topics\nQUR social old guard in Washington Square North and lower\nFifth avenue and its purlieus—especially those whose\nfashionable prestige is on the wane—are picking _up a few\ncrumbs of comfort from a recently issued book, entitled, \"Fifth\nAvenue.\" This work which can be cited as a model of accuracy,\nis fitly aristocratic in its tone, the only women named_ in the\nroster of authorities consulted, in the foreword, being the\ndaughter of the sometime village' shoemaker and his wife the\nlocal milliner of Greene, Chenango County, in this state. In\nthe body of the work, however, quotation is made from the\nbiography of John Johnston, Esq., of Washington Square North,\nwritten by his granddaughter, Mrs. Robert W. DeForest, of\nWashington Square North. Mrs. DeForest is a daughter of the\nlate John Taylor Johnston, a Macaenas of the fine arts who\nlived in the stately marble house now so sadly in need of\nstone re'novating and exterior cleaning, at the southwest corner\nof Fifth avenue and Ninth street. The house is now the home\nof Mr. and Mrs. Pierre Mali, the latter a daughter of John\nTaylor Johnston, a name! rapidly becoming forgotten under the\naccretions of our multi-millionaire fashionable world. People\nwould be laughed at nowadays, for making even passing mention,\non Fifth avenue, of owning a picture valued at only ten thousand\ndollars. Another daughter, Mrs. Henry E. Coe, an active mem-\nber of the Neighborhood Club, livefs on East Ninth street.\nMrs. DeForest narrates in this book how one of her grand-\nfather's neighbors on Washington Square requested his coach-\nman to fetch a couple of pails of water for Mary, the laundress.\nThe? coachman said that this was not his business, and upon\nbeing asked what his business was, replied: \"To harness the\nhorses and drive them.\" Thereupon he was requested to bring\nthe carriage to the door. His employer then invited the laundress\nwith her two pails to step in and bade the coachman drive her\nto the pump. There was no more trouble with the coach-\nman."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "315", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Eugene Delano residence at the northeast corner of Wash-\nington Square and Fifth avenue and the de Rham mansion at\nthe corner of Fifth avenue and Ninth street (\"the house of the\nhaunted bay window\") are suitably culled out as architectural\nspecimens for illustrators. But if one gets into the glare of\npublicity, one must take the consequences. From seeing these\npictures in the book, a be?vy of sight-seers—one or two of them\nhaughty dames from Washington and Old Virginia, who know\nwhat's what—have swooped down upon the neighborhood and\nhave mentally torn the cheap lace curtains of the de Rhams to\ntatters with their criticisms. \"What a pity!\" they protest,\n\"There? is only a solitary window on the whole facade of this\nstately old mansion, the home of a still wealthier family which\nhas lace curtains not one whit better than those of the bourgeois\nmiddle class 1\"\n\"How different is this from the upper Park Avenue de\nRhams, the Casemir, or 'Cacheme?re\" de Rhams, as they are\npointed out on account of the fine raiment they disport since\nJ # •/ JET\nfalling heir to a certain legacy,\" the fashionables comment.\nTo revert to common machine-made curtains, a newly rich\nwoman not at all related to the de Rhams, who was trying to\npose as \"old family\" brought down the house with spasms of\nlaughter at a fashionable dinner the other night, by boasting\nin all seriousness, of the Nottingham lace curtains which had\ncome down in the family from her grandmothers!\nAside from the lucubrations on high life, of an ex-hotel-clerk\nas well as of petople of inherited position, this helpful book—\nwhich is the literary apotheosis of Fifth avenue—bears all\nthrough its pages broad and deep traces of the master mind of\nthe socially most ambitious of our Irish-Americans—John D.\nCrimmins. But valuable is what Mr. Crimmins has to contribute\nand delightful his self-abne'gation in admitting to the proud\nand wealthy that his father was a gardener and he himself an\nerrand boy.\n\nIn Our Village\nPEACEFUL and quiet is the Square and the zig-zag of our\nStreets, so far away from the Christmas marts and the\nshopping districts of the metropolis. Only the delivery wagon\nwith bundles and packages and men and women loaded with\nChristmas presents on their way home in the evening tell us\nthat that Christmas propagated in newspapers and store win-\ndows has really arrived. And then, we are at liberty to imagine\nthat back of the curtains and heavy hangings of studio and attic\nwindows elaborate Christmas preparations are being made. The\nlittle shops attract some people who are strangers to our happy\nhunting grounds and who carry away, up-town, village-made\nChristmas gifts.\nA certain Austrian couple?, who seem to have taken Green-\nwich Village into their hearts played Santa Claus to the chil-\ndren of Greenwich Village and \"Greenwich Village back of\nthe Square?.\" Hundreds of the nicest playthings for girls and"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "316", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nboys were delivered, with their compliments to the children of\nGreenwich Village, in Bruno's Garret. A big Christmas tree\nfollowed and then came a big box with nice things for the tree.\nAn electrician arrived who eliminated the dangers of the lighted\ncandle on the tree branches, by wiring the tree. Other friends\nof Greenwich Village children furnished ne'eessary money to\npurchase for efach one of them a nice bag of candy and nuts and\nraisins, and on Fridajr afternoon, at 3:30, the Christmas tree\nwas lighted for those little ones whose Christmas eve would\notherwise not have differed from any other evening of the year.\nThe same pleasure the children had in taking down their own\npresents from the tree, the two ladies had who got the tree\nready.\nAfter an absence? of fifteen years, Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox\ncame down to Washington Square during her recent visit to\nNew York. Among her pleasant recollections of Greenwich\nVillage was an excellent chef in the Brevoort Hotel—one who\nreally knew how to create culinary masterpieces .... he\nis no more.\nThomas J. Burton, the historian, dropped into the garret last\nwee?k, and while he was warming his hands over the for once\nred-hot stove, related to us the story that it was in the identical\nroom that Samuel F. B. Morse placed his apparatus while ex-\nperimenting with his telegraph, while the othe'r station was\nestablished in the buildings of New York University.\nFrendly relations were established between Bronxville and\nGreenwich Village through the recent initial trip of Miss Kath-\nleen Burns, to Washington Square. Miss Burns came in the\nlate? afternoon just at a time to witness that wonderful violet\ntwilight settle upon the Washington Square arch, and she\nthought that next to Bronxville Greenwich Village and the\nSquare was the only real place on the map. Outside' of being\nmistress of a blue-ribbon Airdale, a golf champion, and daughter\nof William J. Burns, the detective, she has a very promising\nvoice and will be heard the 6th of January in her first appear-\nance before a public audience, in the Little Thimble Theatre.\nBruno's Garret\nThe exhibition of Ilonka Karasz' \"Men, Women, Saints and\nThings\" will continue until January 7th.\nOn Saturday, the? 25th, Christmas Day, at 4 o'clock in the\nafternoon, will be a Christmas Tree lighted for you, if you\nwish to come.\nOn Monday evening at 8 o'clock will be an informal talk on\n\"Christmas, Old and New.\"\n\nIlonka Karasz, the Hermit Painter\nBack of one of those old residences on Washington Place,\nwhich were built fifty or sixty years ago and succeeded in pre-\nserving their one-family-home character, in a tiny back yard,\nis a tiny house. It couldn't have been a stable and it cannot\nbe a garage because there is no other access but through the\nreception room of the residence in front of it, through the\ndining-room and the kitchen. Perhaps it served as store-house"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "317", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nor as wood-shed. To-day it is a hermitage. Miss Karasz chose\nit for living-place and studio combined. She painted the walls\nand the window sills and its furniture and its floors. The\npaintings on her easel and here and there on the walls harmonize\nwith it in color and style.\n\"I'd like to live somewhere out in the forest,\" she said to\nme after I had looked with surprise at the wonderful placid\nMadonna, and some ascetic and ecstatic saints right next to\nfashion plates and illustrations which you can see in French\nillustrated periodicals and taking a walk on Fifth Avenue. \"I\nwould like to live all by myself; I would like to paint like this,\"\n—and she pointed to the saints—\"but before I can do that I\nhave to do this\"—and she pointed to the fashion plates.\nMiss Karasz has not been long in the United States. Two\nyears ago she came from Hungary, because she wante'd to paint;\nshe wanted to be free of the Old World prejudice of her Hung-\narian home that women cannot compete with in art. She\nwas the only woman art student in her town, and she found\na good many limitations. Greenwich Village was just the place-\nwith surroundings congenial to her. But as to the people: \"I\nknow hardly anybody,\" she said. \"I am living here in this se-\ncluded little place I found. I work and I make occasional trips\nto art editors.\"\nHer pictures are very simple. She doesn't crowd ideas and\nshe knows how to fill space. Her pictures speak to our eyes.\nThere is a certain positiveness in her colors and lines which\nis unusual and which creates dignity and grandeur, even be the'\nsubjects trivial and piquant.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nAmong all the \"Christmas Covers\" of magazines and publi-\ncations I liked one the best, because it really carried the Christ-\nmas idea—not only holly and evergreen but what Christmas\nmeant toman and should mean toman: peace on earth. And\nall the doves and Christmas trees and boys with Christmas toys\ndo not express the spirit of the Christmas 1915, the Christmas\nfor which millions were praying. It was a picture on \"Reedy's\nMirror,\" the St. Louis weekly magazine of William Marion\nReedy. A battlefield, all in snow. One of those big 42 centi-\nmeter guns gaping towards the? clear blue skies, and Santa Claus\nlooking down into the terror-emitting muzzle. The cheerful red\nof his coat and of his cap seems to cover the man-murdering\nopening. It looks as thought he had \"put the lid\" upon that\ncannon, as though he would silence the bloodthirsty roaring\nand reinstate \"Peace on Earth and Good Will Toward Men.\"\nThe Egoist\n\"The Egoist\" is about the only journal which reaches our\nshores from England which doesn't seem to be infected by the\nbacillus of war. The December issue contains \"Extracts from\nthe Letters of a Prisoner of War,\" written from a concentra-\ntion camp in Germany and illustrating in a characteristic way"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "318", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe occupation of an artist and literateur during his imprison-\nment. There is another installment of Richard Aldington's\n\"Translation Series.\" \"Latin Poems of the Renaissance\" which\nappears simultaneously in pamphlet form in his \"Translation\nSeries.\"\nThe Bang\nThe December 20th issue of this weekly, edited by Alexander\nHarvey, contains an excellent story by the editor, \"A Banquet.\"\nMr. Harvey reminds one, in his short stories, very much of Am-\nbrose Bierce of twenty years ago. Some of his iconoclastic\nsentences are worthy to be printed by The Roycrofters upon\nhand-made, deckel-edged paper and to be used as wall mottoes.\nFor instance, here is one: \"It seemed unmanly to obey, until the?\nothers in the procession had set me the example.\"\nSherwood Sacrifice Sale\nA book catalog drifted onto my desk which calls itself \"The\nSherwood Sacrifice Sale List.\" Among the sacrifices, Oscar\nWilde's plays are listed as \"Erotica,\" right above \"The De-\ncameron\" of Boccaccio, other erotica are letters of John Keats\nto Fanny Brown. What a sensation-thirsty, calculating, know-\nnothingness among our book dealers!\nThe Little Paper\nAlso speaks Esther Griffin White, the only woman in the\nUnited States who founded, edits and publishes a political maga-\nzine of her own:\nThe editor of The Little Paper's idea of nothing to do is to belong\nto the Association for the Prevention of Woman's Suffrage. Or what-\never its name is.\nThese women are worse than anarchists.\nThey're a set of feminine Judases.\nThey're selling their embryonic votes for a head-line and damning\ntheir civic souls for their pictures on the front page.\nA parcel of old feminine grouches these.\nSandwiched by others who have tried to and couldn't or didn't.\nScratch the surface and you'd possibly find a set of women who\nwant publicity and limelight activities and found the best way to\nachieve that end was to organize \"agin\" suffrage.\nBruno Chap Books\nThe December issue, th£ last number of the second volume,\nis a collection of D. Molby's \"Everyday Musings,\" called by\nthe author, significantly, \"Hippopotamus Tails.\" D. Molby is\nknown to the reader's of Bruno's Weekly as the keeper of thg\nmicroscope of the macrocosm and his observations are delight-\nfully naive or cynically sarcastic—just as you please.\nAmong the ne?w poets who have drifted lately into the garret\nis H. Thompson Rich. His \"Lumps of Clay\" are a rather dis-\ntinctive collection of Imagist poems. While the influence of\nthe Imagists of England upon him cannot be denied, jn this\nvolume, the January issue of Bruno Chap Books containing his\nsixteefn war poems, \"The Red Shame\" show him as an individual\nof emotions and of ability to paint his emotions expressively\nas well as impressively."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "319", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nFrom Bruno Chap Books for January, 1916.\n(Concluded)\n\nThe Red Shame\nBy H. Thompson Rich\nPlea\nJF we must fight,\nThen let us fight so madly\nWe shall not feel the pain;\nIf we must kill,\nThen let us kill so sadly\nWe shall not wear the stain—\nIf we must die,\nThen let us die so gladly\nWe shall not die in vain!\nThe Soldier's Omen\nA SILENT Figure walks the skies\nAll day;\nHe has a solemn look and wise,\nThey say.\nA silent Figure walks the skies\nAll night;\nHe has a sorrow in His eyes,\nThey write.\nA silent Figure walks the skies\nIn pain;\nHe has a solemn look and wise;\nHe has a sorrow in His eyes;\nHe suffers, and He dies, He dies—\nAgain.\n\nDead Men's Eyes\nBy Guido Bruno\nBut surely he? must have done something those four years.\nHe thought and thought. But there was nothing he could\nremember. Rooming houses, lodging houses, benches in the\nparks, cells in the police stations, saloons and meeting halls\nand talk. Talk and talk and talk. But didn't they want to\nmake the world better? Didn't they want to destroy the\npresent order of things? The present order of\nthings—these words began to make things grow clearer in\nhis mind. He shuddered.\nWhat had the dead man said before? he threw himself\ndown on the bed? \"There is truth and love.\"\nHe said it was too late. \"There is truth and love,\" Medak\nrepeated and shuddeted again. Was it possible that he had\nbeen mistaken? He never doubted that there was love. But\nwas there truth ? For four years he had told himse?lf: \"Every-\nthing is a lie and she is the worst of liars.\"\nHe looked in the broken mirror again. What had these\nfour years made of a man full of ideals, full of enefrgy and1"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "320", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwho knew what he wanted and why he wanted it? Was it\ntoo late? He closed his eyes. He saw a brilliantly lighted\nballroom. Hundreds of candle's reflected their lights in pend-\nant crystals of Venetian glass. He saw himself. How dif-\nferent he looked! And he saw the dark-haired woman and\nthe other man. He saw himself asking the woman a question.\nThe blood flamed in her cheeks. He insisted on her answer-\ning. She refused. He? flung at her a terrible word and went\nout into the darkness. He left the city and they never heard\nfrom him again.\n\"There is truth!\" He could not forget what Tomek had\nsaid. He turned to the dead man.,\n\"You know what the Cossacks do when they want to find\nout the truth? They go into the dead man's chamber and\npull down the lids of the dead man's eyes and they put the\nquestion to him. You know that, Tomek. You have; heard\nthem tell it in the evening when you were a boy and went in\nwhere the women spin. And if the eyes remain closed it is\na lie. And if tkey open again it is the truth.\"\nHe went to the bed. He drew the lids down over the big,\nbulging eyeballs. He looked at the placid white face.\n\"Dead man do not lie,\" he said. His voice quave?red and\nhis knees shook. At last he was to know if there is truth on\nearth. Dead man, tell me the truth. Was she guilty? Was\nI right? Did she betray me?\"\nHis hands fell with a convulsive grip to the shoulders of\nthe dead man. He watched the eyes. The tenth of a second\nthat the lids remained motionless was a long stretch of years,\ninvolving crises, introducing epochs. Then they began slowly\nto open. He watched them. They rose until half the pupil\nwas exposed. They glared at him—those? sightless eyeballs.\nHe sprang to his feet and stood motionless. He felt the sense-\nless misery of four years engulf him. He? fought with it. He\nhad only one weapon in his struggle to regain himself.\nShe was innocent. She was innocent.\nHe said it over and over again, each time? realizing it more\nand more. Finally he became calm. His body lost its rigid-\nity. He walkefd steadily over to the window and let the sweet\nfresh air of the new-born day drive the smell of iodoform\nand clotted blood from the room. He turned out the gas.\nThen he opened Tomek's trunk. From out a jumble of\noapers, cravats, caps and soiled handerchiefs in the? top tray\nie selected the cleanest collar. In the bottom of the\ntrunk he found decent shoes, a well-made suit of clothes and\neverything that he needed. He fitted a blade to Tomek's\nrazor and started to shave himself before the broken looking-\nglass. He lathered his face and began to feel like a human\nagain. Wh&i one side of his face was clean he was able to\nlook himself straight in the eye. And he saw at the same\ntime in the smaller portion of the broken mirror the image\nof Tomek lying dead in the bed with the? sheet pulled up\nto his chin. And the staring eyeballs. He paused in his\nvigorous strokes of the razor over his face.\n\"I'm going to take care of you,\" he said looking back over\nhis shoulder. \"And theft I'm going to take care of myself.\nThere is love. There is truth. And she is innocent.\""}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "321", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Kenneth, after you told me and left me that evening, it took\nhours and hours to make me comprehend the situation. Only\nthe thought of my mother prevented me from losing my belief\nin all the women who ever had existed, exist and ever would\nexist. You remember that small room with the cheap iron bed?\nI'll never forget that room and that bed in my life. I was\nlying there dressed all night and I could hardly think. I wished\nto cry and I couldn't. We men in the city have not often the\noccasion to look at the rising sun. That night I looked with\nimmense interest as the black darkness started to become gray\nand grayer, how the mist of the twilight gave place to the young\nlight. How the things in the room started to shape themselves\nfrom ill-proportioned masses to the articles well-accustomed to\nthe eye. I arose, washed myself mechanically and changed my\nclothes and went out. I saw the men with dinner pails hust-\nling to their work. The shop keepers opened their shops and\ncoffee venders on the corner were selling their frugal break-\nfast to men who could not stop at home for their food.\n\"I saw the awakening of the big city where the sorrow of one\nis drowned in the hustling business of thousands of others. And\nI forgot myself. I thought of the many men and women suffer-\ning as I suffered. I remembered that I was a physician and I\nthought of the sufferers whom I could relieve. I stood at the\ncorner of a busy crossing, the elevated rumbling over my head,\nthe surface car screeching on the rails. I stood still. It was the\nturning point in my whole life. From that time on, you know\nhow I worked.\n\"You know, too, how successful I was. And you know how\nlittle I cared for the money. I forgot what it was, and I worked\nand worked and waited for a great Something, which might come\ninto my life and cause a big change. I never attempted to pic-\nture what it might be, but I was sure it would come. I was\nsure my life would be only the frame for the beautiful master-\npiece-painting putin as the Soul to give me harmony again.\"\n* * *\nHeavy raindrops splashed rhythmically on the window. A\nwhistling wind was raving in the dry branches of some trees.\nThunder bellowed and rolled away. It sounded like the cry of\na solitary lion in an African desert, heard by a thirsty man who\nhad lost his way. The quick lightning flashed through the thick\ndarkness in front of the windows and illuminated the sad scenery\nof Autumn's dying nature. As though in a dream, lost in his\nthoughts, Courtland stood facing his friend but not conscious\nof his presence. He looked at those bookshelves filled with\nold, time-worn volumes, at the picturesque arrangement of troph-\nies and bric-a-brac. Each had a story and he had ofte?n list-\nened as a boy to the father of the man who was sitting before\nhim in the big chair by the table, telling strange tales of far\naway countries. He knew those strange-looking men and women"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "322", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\n\nin the heavy gold frames by name. His eye rested on a picture\nevidently new; it was a woman with a girl's face, with big\neyes and a peculiar smile about her mouth. He looked at her\na long time. He had never seen this picture before; it must\nhave been a new one, newly placed among the pictures of his\nfriend's ancestors and relatives. He hadn't seen this face for\nten years. But there was no emotion in him. He looked and\nthe features of the woman's face seemed to become misty; they\nseefrned to transform and he saw a face which he had\nseen day and night during the last six days. There was that\npeculiar twinkle in her eyes. He looked again but the\nvision was gone and there was only the sister of his friend.\nHe sank very heavily into the deep chair near the window.\nWater was streaming down the French plate-glass and\na few drops glowed opalescent in the light of the lamp on the\ntable. For a long time he sat without moving out of his posi-\ntion. Suddenly he awoke as though from a long deep sleep.\nHe gazed about in the room. His friend was seated at the table.\nHe seeme'd to be in deep thought. He crossed to the table and\ntook the seat opposite him. He gazed a while at his friend.\n\"You must forgive me, Kenneth. I invited you to spend a\nquiet evening with me and be happy. I wanted to be happy and I\nwanted you to be happy. I wanted to tell you the tale of the new\nhappiness which I meant was in store for me. I don't know\nwhat you may think of my conduct tonight but, for God's sake,\ndon't think that I have lost mjr mind. I'm quiet now, perfectly\nat ease. Only it was so hard to realize that there is no truth\nin the face of a charming woman and that beautiful dreams\nmust be shattered and that there is no happiness in the world—\nat least for me.\"\n\"Don't you think you'd better not talk about these things?\"\ninterrupted Kenneth in a low tone. \"You must have gone\nthrough some terrible experience during the short time since we\nleft your office. I'm so sorry, Courtland. I wish I could help\nyou. I wish I could share those horrible thoughts that you have\nhad in the last few hours. I wish I could relieve your mind\nand tell you that you are mistaken.\"\n\nRARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to\nselect for themselves, or for those who have not access to the best book marts.\nWhy not begin collecting now?\nAddress E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $1 a year.\nApplications for entry as second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[323]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.19", "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\nAT k QTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE /tu 1 v/f\\ Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo.M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nAMERICAN HOLLIDAY\nPLAY With FRED NIBLO as \" BILLY HOLLIDAY\"\nAT P AMI\\I ITD 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast\nAT I A PDI? 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Eve'g, 8:30. Matinees,Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn TRllJMPHdy The Great Lover\n\nThe Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nCigars and Cigarettes\nBeneath Bruno's Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs\n\nBronx\nOpera House\n149th St., E. of 3d Ave.\nBest in the Bronx\nand Better Than\nHalf the Theatres\nin Manhattan\nWeek of Dec. 27th\nThe Cohan & Harris Hit\n\"Young America\""}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[324]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19151225-01.1.20", "texte": "Ilonka Katasz\n\n\"I got soldiers and candy and things,\" he said ...."}]}