{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_sha256": "d6ea1b569de8f325d548db02ad885e381b2a5543ea7c6cb02aac4c63af6fd3a7", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.1", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 102, "fin_caractere_exclue": 115, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[327]", "page_fin": "[327]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "[Illegible] Pirate Bold.", "titre_sommaire": "[Illegible] Pirate Bold.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[327]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 138, "fin_caractere_exclue": 162, "texte": "[Illegible] Pirate Bold."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[327]", "page_fin": "[327]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "[Illegible]etter and drawing by Howard Pyle, as it appeared in Mr. Madigan's late \"Autograph.\"", "titre_sommaire": "[Illegible]etter and drawing by Howard Pyle, as it appeared in Mr. Madigan's late \"Autograph.\"", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[327]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 164, "fin_caractere_exclue": 258, "texte": "[Illegible]etter and drawing by Howard Pyle, as it appeared in Mr.\nMadigan's late \"Autograph.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[327]", "page_fin": "329", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "II. In the Times of the Early English", "titre_sommaire": "II. In the Times of the Early English", "signature_source": "Thomas A. Janvier", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[327]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 260, "fin_caractere_exclue": 498, "texte": "Greenwich Village of Yore\nII. In the Times of the Early English\n\nKNOW not how long a time may have elapsed between the\nconquest of this island by the English and the discovery\nby the Dutch living retired at the Bossen Bouerie that, a sea-"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "328", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3137, "texte": "•change having over-swept their destinies, they had passed from\nthe domination of the States General to the domination of the\nBritish King.\nIt is said that when the engineers of the West Shore Railroad,\nprovided with guide's and interpreters, penetrated into the valley\nof the Hackensack, a dozen years or so ago, they created a\ngreat commotion among the honest Dutch folk dwelling in\nthose sequestered parts by taking in the news that something\nmore than eighty years previously the American Republic had\nbeen proclaimed. Some few of the! more wide-awake of these\nretired country folk had got hold, it was found, of a rumor\nto the effect that the New Netherland, having been traded away\nfor Surinam by the provisions of the Treaty of Breda, had\nbecome a dependency of the British crown; but the rumor never\nhad been traced to an authoritative source, and was regarded\nby the older and more conservative of the inhabitants of Tenafly\nand Schraalenburg and Kinderkamack, and the towns thereto\nadjacent, as mere idle talk. Naturally, the much more impos-\nsible story told by the engineers involved so violent a strain\nupon human credulity that the tellers of it were lucky in getting\nsafely away, across the hills by Rockland Lake to the Hudson\nValley, with unbroken theodolites and whole hides. The matter,\nI may add, is reported to have remained in uncertainty until\nthe running of milk trains brought this region into communica-\ntion with the outside world.\nThe case of the people dwelling at Sapokanican was different.\nThis hamlet being less remote, and far less inaccessible, than\nthe? towns in the Hackensack Valley, being, indeed, but a trifle\nmore than two miles northward of the Dutch stronghold, there\nis reason for believing that the news of the surrender of Fort\nAmsterdam to the English, on the Bth of September, 1664, pene-\ntrated thither within a comparatively short period after the\ngloomy event occurred. Indeed—while there is no speaking\nwith absolute precision in this matter—I can assert confidently\nthat within but a trifle more than half a century after the change\nof rulers had taken place the inhabitants of this settlement were\nacquainted with what had occurred: as is proved by an existing\nland conveyance, dated 1721, in which the use of the! phrase\n\"the Bossen Bouerie, alias Greenwich,\" shows not only that the\nadvent of the English was known there, but that already the\nnew-comers had so wedged themselves into prominence as to\nbegin their mischievous obliteration of the good old Dutch\nnames.\nFor a long while I cherished the belief that the name of\nGreenwich had been given to the Bossen Bouerie by a gallant\nsailor who for a time made that region his home: Captain\nPeter Warren of the Royal Navy—who died Sir Peter Warren,\nK. 8., and a Vice-Admiral of the Red Squadron, and whose\nfinal honor was a tomb in the Abbey in the company of other\nheroes and of various kings. Applied by a British sailor to his\nhome ashore, there was an absolute fitness in the name; and it\nhad precisely a parallel in the bestowal of the name of Chelsea\nupon the adjoining estate by a soldier, Colonel Clarke. But"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "329", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3047, "texte": "a considerate survey of the facts has compelled me, though\nvery reluctantly, to abandon this pleasingly poetical hypothesis.\nI am inclined to believe that the name Greenwich was in use\nas early as the year 1711, at which time Peter Warren was a\nbog-trotting Irish lad of only eight years old; and it certainly\nwas in use, as is proved by the land conveyance cited above, as\nearly as the ye!ar 1721, at which time my gentleman was but a\nsea-lieutenant, and had not (so far as I can discover) laid eyes\non America at all.\nAdmiral Sir Peter Warren was a dashing personage in his\nday and generation, but his glory was won in what now are\nwellnigh forgotten wars. Irish by birth, and with as fine a\nnatural disposition for fighting as ever an Irishman was blessed\nwith, he worked his way up in the service with so handsome\na rapidity that he was gazetted a post-captain, and to the com-\nmand of his Majesty's ship Grafton, when he was only twenty-\nfour years old—and his very first service after being posted was\nin the fleet with which Sir Charles Wager knocked the Rock\nof Gibraltar loose from the rest of the Spanish possessions, and\nthereafter, with more rigor than righteousness, annexed it to\nthe dominions of the British Crown.\nThis was in the year 1727. In the year 1728 Captain Warren\nwas on the American station in the Solebay, frigate; probably\nwas here again in 1737; and certainly was here from about\n1741 until 1746 in the Squirrel, sloop, the Launceston, frigate\nand the 60-gun ship Superbe. In the spring of 1744 Sir Chaloner\nOgle left him for a while commodore of a squadron of sixteen\nsail on the Leeward Island station—where his luck so well stood\nby him that off Martinique, in but little more than four months\n(February 12—June 24) he captured no less than twenty-four\nprizes: one of which was a register ship whereof the lading of\nplate was valued at £.250,000!\nMost of these prizes were sent into New York to be con-\ndemned; and \"Messieurs Stephen Le Lancey & Company\" (as\nappears from an advertisement in The Weekly Post Boy for\nJune 30, 1744) acted as the agents of Captain Warren in the sale\nof his French and Spanish swag. Naturally, the good bargains\nto our merchants which came of his dashing performances made\nhim vastly popular here. After his brilliant cruise he returned\nto New York that the Launceston might \"go upon the careen ;\"\nand when he had refitted and was about to get to sea again\nthe Post Boy (August 27) gave him this fine send-off: \"His\nMajesty's ship Launceston, commanded by the brave Commodore\nWarren (whose absence old Oceanus seems to lament), being\nnow sufficiently repaired, will sail in a few days in order once\nmore to pay some of his Majesty's enemies a Visit.\n\"The sails are spread; see the bold warrior comes\nTo chase the French and interloping Dons!\"\nI have revived for a moment the personality of this gallant\ngentleman because the village of Greenwich, while not named\nby him, had its rise on one of the estates which he purchased\nwith his winnings at sea.\n\nThomas A. Janvier"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "330", "page_fin": "330", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The Song of the Egg", "titre_sommaire": "The Song of the Egg", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "330", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1483, "texte": "The Song of the Egg\nONCE knew a man\nA very manly man,\nA man with a future,\nIt was said.\nWhile still at his education,\nHe evolved a fascination—\nA peculiar fascination\nFor the study and the raising\nThe exploiting and the praising,\nBy a great combination—\nA colossal combination\nOf the chicken and the egg.\nAnd all that he would shout\nWas egg, egg, egg!\nWill you have 'em fresh or stale,\nBy the gross or by the pail?\nWe guarantee 'em just as stated\nLaid the very day they're dated.\nAnd with ardor unabated,\nHe continues yelling egg!\nHe sold 'em scrambled, boiled or baked,\nSquare or round, flat, spun or flaked\nCanned or bottled, charged or still,\nPowdered, loose or as a pill\nSold the yoke and sold the white\nUnrelenting day or night.\nAnyway at all he sold 'em,\nDry and flat so you could fold 'em,\nDeckel edged or mixed with ham\nBacon, Barle due or jam;\nShaped 'em up to look like fishefs,\nColored 'efrn to match your dishes,\nAnyway to suit your wishes.\nWell, this giant combination,\nThis colossal combination\nSlowly forced this healthy nation\nTo a state of desolation\nTo a grotesque malformation\nTill at length up rose the masses,\nThe down-trodden, hungry massefs\nAnd with curses dullen deep,\nSlowly and at night they creep\nTo his house and find him snipping\nSnipping, snipping, deftly snipping coupons\nWith a big hay chopper,\nAnd they thought it quite improper\nSo they up and killed this magnate,\nKilled and left him there to stagnate,\nPity now this poor man's fate!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "331", "page_fin": "331", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Epilogue", "titre_sommaire": "Epilogue", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "331", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 155, "texte": "Epilogue\nTom Sleeper\nQN the stone above his grave\nIs neatly carved by some bright knave,\nHe the world this motto gave:\n\"Every man his egg.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "331", "page_fin": "332", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Four Dollars and Ninety-five Cents", "titre_sommaire": "Four Dollars and Ninety-five Cents", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "331", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 157, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2244, "texte": "Four Dollars and Ninety-five Cents\nBy Guido Bruno\nIT was on the night of the big snow storm. I stood at the\nticket office of the elevated station. I was freezing miser-\nably. Between the torn sole of my right shoe and my foot I\nhad forced the cover of a tin can for protection from the icy\npavements of the street.\nI wanted to purchase a ticket for my nickel. I. had to wait\nat the gate. A woman in front of me had pushed a five dollar\nbill through the wicket. She waited for her change. She\nreceived four bills and ninety-five cents in small change.\nWithout recounting, she slipped the money into her black plush\nhandbag.\nI was traveling to the room of a friend of mine—one of\nthe few I knew in the big city. I had promised to repay him a\ndollar that day.\nI wasn't able to meet my obligation, but I hoped to borrow\ntwenty-five cents more to secure a bed for the night.\n\"Would I find him at home? What if he should hare\nmoved, since I last visited him or what if he should have\nnothing himself?\"\nThe lady of the five dollar bill sat opposite me. The plush\nhand-bag hung from her wrist by its gold chain. In it was the\nmoney I had seen passed through the wicket in change for\nher bill.\n\"Supposing I had the money!\" I thought to myself. \"What\nif she should drop the purse upon the seat by some chance\nand leave the train? No one would notice it and she would\nforget the bag. I would then move hurriedly to her seat, get\nit and leave the train instantly. No one would know! I\nwould throw the bag away and have the money.\n\"All that money!\n\"The four bills and the change! _ It would all be mine!\n\"I could buy shoes—warm shoes with solid soles to protect\nme from the snow and ice!\n\"I could rent a room and pay a week's rent in advance.\n\"And I could get some warm food! . . . . \"\n\"Fourteenth Street!\"\nIt was my station. I had to leave the train. I descended\nthe stairs and was again in the wind-swept street. The thin\nsole in my shoe was colder than before. The swirl of snow,\nlike rain of sharp pebbles, cut my face more keenly. I hurried\nAgain I saw the black plush purse! The woman was walk-"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "332", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2357, "texte": "ing right ahead of me in the crowd. Two fingers of her\nright hand held the hand-bag. The other two clasped the loop\nof her big white muff. She walkefd briskly and swung her arm\nrhythmically back and forth.\nMy eyes were fixed upon the bag. The woman was not\ngoing in the direction I wanted to go. I was following her\nlike a child. I knew not why.\n\"Warm shoes! ... A rooml ... A bed . . . Some-\nthing hot to efat! . . .\"\nA peculiar feeling overcame me: I must have the purse—\nthe money!\nI would follow the woman ... I would approach her\nstealthily from behind ... I would snatch the lightly-held\nbag from her fingers .... and I would run as fast as I\ncould into the safety of some dark alley!\nI was very close to her. I would count—\"One . . . .Two\n. . . .\" and at \"Three\" I would do it!\n\"One! . . . Two . . .\"\nA gloved hand shot out from one side just in front of me\nand seized the purse.\nThe woman screamed . . . The prize? was gone! I had\nbeen cheated.\n. \"Stop thief! Stop thief!\" I shouted.\nA red mist clouded my eyes. All my hopes had vanished.\nHe had stolen my property. I dashed after the man. I\novertook him. I knew not what I was doing. I flung myself\nupon him, seized the collar of his overcoat, tore the purse from\nhis hand and I shouted madly:\n\"You dirty dog! You miserable thief!\"\nI shook him. I wanted to tear him to shreds. I wanted\nto hurl him to the ground and crush him with my feet.\nA crowd had gathered. The woman with the big muff\nstood beside me. She took her purse from my hand. She said\nsomething to a policeman. I had not seefn him before. He\nloosened my grip from the man's collar and took charge of\nhim.\nNow I realized what I had done.\n\"It is too late!\" shouted something within me. \"What a\nfool I was! Why didn't I run away after I had gotten the\npurse?\"\nThe woman's voice soundefd as from a distance.\n, \"Thanks! Many thanks!\" she was saying. \"How kind\nof you to have saved my bag. It contained baby's first tooth!\nAnd if I lost that . . . !\n\"But you poor man!\" she resumed. \"No overcoat in such\ncold weather? Here take this money!\" (She handed me the\nfour dollars and ninety-five cents).\nKindly smiling she hailed a taxicab from a nearby hotel.\nShe waved to me once more and was driven away.\nThe big policeman hustled his prisoner to the station.\nAnd I stood there at the corner and laughed and laughed and\nlaughed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "333", "page_fin": "334", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.8", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "333", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2931, "texte": "Among Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village, a la Town Topics\nTWELFTH NIGHT cake tipping the scales at a hundred\npounds and made of the richest material will be one of\nthe novelties of the holiday season, at the Sunday Kindergarten\nTwelfth Night Party, at Arlington Hall, East Eighth Street, on\nthe afternoon of Jan. 6th, which is \"Little Christmas.\" This\nunique festival for tenement house children, to which some of\nour little Italians back of Washington Square South will be\nbidden as sepcial guests, combines features of both the Italian\nBefana, and an old-English Twelfth Night. The cake is made\nfrom the following recipe: 103 eggs, 60 lbs. Malaga raisins,\n24 lbs. Sultana raisins, 24 lbs. citron, 15 lbs. currants, 9 lbs.\nflour, 9 lbs. butter, 9 lbs. granulated sugar, 3 quarts molasses,\n9 ounces ground cloves, 9 ounces ground ginger, 9 ounces\nground cinnamon, V/ 2 ounces mace, three quarters of a gallon\nof brandy and a bottle of wine. This recipe, copied from the\nNewport novel, \"The Decadents\", was originally that of\nEtienne, of Marietta Villa, Newport, the late Mrs. Paran\nStevens, the society leader's somewhat noted French pastry\ncook. This mammoth Twelfth Night cake in keeping with\nboth Italian and good old-English precedent, has angels, Italian\nbeans and a gold ring deposited in the lower stratum of its\nsaccharine pyramid and is partaken in common by the denizens\nof Fifth Avenue and the lower East Side!. The angels and\nItalian beans imbedded in the lower section of the pyramid\nderive their potency from the Italian Befana and are to ward\noff witches. Twelve candles scintillating from the! star with\nhalo, the emblem of the festival, will shine on the apex of\nthe pyramidal Twelfth Night cake.\nThe little king of the Twelfth Night, Master Jimmy Fiori,\nwill come over from Brooklyn, heading a cavalcade of juvenile\nart-history students—mostly young Italian girls who live be-\ntween the old Brooklyn Bridge and the new Manhattan Bridge—\n\"the place where nobody cares to live.\" The king will also be\nattended by a band of choristers, Italian working-girls from\nthe Sunday Kindergarten free school of Italian singing, who\nwill carol Adolphe Adams Noel's, \"Oh Holy Night,\" the most\npopular Christmas melody ever written, and translated into the\nmost languages. The king will be robed in a velvet court cos-\ntume of Tyrian royal purple and wear a magnificent crown.\nTiffany is making a star with halo badge, expressly for the\nking, of gold and silver and green enamel.\nThe little Twelfth Night queen, Sylvia Nei, a pretty little\nItalian girl from 172 Worth Street, in the Mulberry Bend quarter\nof the City, is to be the recipient of a special token, for Count\nArnaldo Cassella Tamburini, of Florence, Italy, court painter\nto the king of Italy is painting for her a pastel portrait of\nQueen Helena. And the oldest ring makers in America, the\nJ. B. Bowden Company, designing a ring for the little queen."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "334", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1549, "texte": "Mrs. George P. Lawton, of No. 14 East 60th Street, a niece of\nthe late Mrs. Leland Stanford, personally presents each year a\nchoice book to the king and queen. Presents there are of gold\nrings, perfumes, etc., for others of the prize pupils, emblematic\nof the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh of the Magi,\non the Great Epiphany. The myrrh, which typifies bitterness,\nis probably the portion of those? of the children who in the\nvernacular of the lower East Side, get \"left\" at the festival\nand there are always a few of those at the best-planned fete.\nHenry Clews, the banker is to give a few words of welcome to\nthe children and William Lanier Washington is to give his\nversion of the story of George Washington and the hatchet.\nEach child as it leaves the hall, after receiving a slice of the\nmammoth Twelfth Night cake, is presented with a pretty\nTwelfth Night candlestick of imported make with a candle,\nand a satin-striped Parisian candy bag decorated with artificial\nflowers. Nothing similar to these flower-laden candy bags is\never seen at any other metropolitan fete. Mrs. Edward N.\nBreitung, a very rich and fashionable society woman from\nup-town, known as \"The Madonna of the Arts\" will also come\nbringing spe'cial gifts for the choristers of the free school of\nItalian singing. Among others interested in the work of the\nSunday Kindergarten Association are Mrs. John R. Drexel,\nPrince Giovanni del Drago, Mrs. Henry L. Burnett, C. W. de\nLyon Nicholls, Countess Tamburini, Mrs. Charles M. Oelrichs\nand George J. Gould."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "334", "page_fin": "336", "image_debut": 10, "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.9", "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": 10, "page_imprimee": "334", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1551, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2944, "texte": "In Our Village\nCJHORT-LIVED arel the glories of this world, and the Christ-\nmas tree which was hung with glittering gold and silver,\nby loving hands, only a few days ago, is lying today in the\nback yard or in the alley, stripped of its regalia—a prey to\nthe garbage-man. If you found it interesting to watch during\nthe holiday week the front entrances of our mansions, if you\nnoted the shining windows, the clean washed window sills, the\nnewly-painted iron gates; if you saw messenger boys with prom-\nising-looking packages disappear and come out empty-handed,\nand distinguished delivery wagons with chauffeur and footmen\nin livery bringing parcels from exclusive Fifth Avenue shops,\nnow after the holiday week is over take a walk to the other\nside of the house, to the back entrance and there you will\nsee the sad remnants of all those glorious things: flowers—\nmessengers of love and of admiration—crumpled up, dried, to-\ngether with boxes which contained necessities and luxuries,\nholly wreaths deprived of their ribbons: peacefully do they\nawait the arrival of that ominous hearse furnished by the\nstreet-cleaning department, and forth they go to the mysterious\nsomewhere, the ultimate destination of our own journey.\nAnd then there is New Year's. Resolutions, new hopes, new\nstimuli, new ambitions, quiet counsel with ourselves, new poli-\ncies toward friends and toward life we get accus-"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "335", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2975, "texte": "tomed to the change of the date line on the head of our leftters,\nthe new will grow old and after this first week of the first\nmonth of the new year shall have passed we? will find that we\nare what we are, just our own selves; that our life is a long\nstretch of time with two radically important events—our birth\nand our death. And all that lies between these two dates\nwhich give us to the world and take us from the world is just\nlife. Traditions and conventions parcel it off into years and\ndays. The system of the planets provides us with night and\nlight and we permit others—some of whom are dead and gone\nand some of whom are contemporaries—-to fill in our days with\nevents, and we sleep in the night.\nBut if we set aside everything and all and look back to the\ndate of our birth and aftefr we have found ourselves and\npicked together all that which really makes our own self and\nthen we look forward and search for the date of our death\nveiled by the good gods so that worry and regret at leaving\nthis wonderful world may not spoil the joyous moments of\ntoday: we fail to see new years standing out like hurdles\ndividing the track to the infinite into shorter and longer paces,\ninto hard and thornless paths.\nIt is one long joyous journey, one road of happiness . . . .\nand all you have to do is to travel it just by yourself, not\ndepending on time tables of conveyances, not depending upon\nmechanical devices others impose upon you: but just you your-\nself with head high up to the clouds who passing will greet you;\nwith expanded chest inhale the glorious air of a universe that s\nyours, which is yours because you take possession of it.\nEvery new moment of your life a new year: in your own\nworld.\nHeloise DeForest Haynes arranges on New Year's eve, in\n\"The Wardrobe,\" on East Tenth Street, a fashion fete, which\nwill be a take-off on Vogue's fashion fete. The grotesqueness\nof our days' fashions will be made apparent to our evidently\ngrotesque eyes by super-grotesque costumes. Admission by sub-\nscription. The receipts are intended for an old ladies' home.\nA new shop is added to the Greenwich Village colony of in-\ndividual shop keepers. It is Alice Palmer's venture into would-\nbe commercialism in her \"Sunflower Shop,\" at 80 Washington\nSquare East. Mrs. Palmer is a writer known through her con-\nnections with \"The Smart Set\" and through her children's\nbooks. \"A few objects well displayed. What a guiding princi-\nple for a small shop!\" is the guiding motto of the writer\nsunflower shop keeper. Why sunflower ?—because the sunflower\nhas a double meaning for her. She has made flaunting\nyellow of the sunflower the key note of her decoration. The\ngloom of the usual shop is cast off for an atmosphere of light\nand life. Also like the sunflower the objects she displays and\nparts with in exchange for legal tender are not aristocratic\nin price. They are mostly inexpensive bits collected by Mrs.\nPalmer from the store-houses of China and Persia."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "336", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1341, "texte": "The Reverend and Mrs. Sheridan Watson Bell have every\nSunday afternoon very interesting gatherings in the parish house\nof their church, the Washington Square Methodist Episcopal\nChurch. Literary men, musicians and artists give informal\ntalks on subjects of interest. These afternoons will be con-\ntinued in the new year.\nBruno's Garret\nMiss Karasz' exhibition has aroused interest in the widest\ncircles, and especially her manuscript illuminations are pointed\nout as unique among the art creations of our day. Her exhibi-\ntion will continue until January 7th.\nMr. H. Thompson Rich will read, on Monday, the 3rd of\nJanuary, at eight o'clock in the evening, a selection of his war\npoems, published and unpublished. You are welcome to be pres-\nent. Admission fees are not charged.\nDiamond Disc Shop\nA popular place is the Diamond Disc Shop, on the corner\nof Eighth Street and Fifth Avenue, where one can hear music\nin that cosy little place in white and green, on short order—\nclassical or ragtime or opera arias by some eminent star, or\nan American song by a newly-discovered American composer\nsung by a newly-discovered artist. It doesn't take long to get\nthe disc out of the shelf and to place it on the instrument. Drop\nin some time, if you are in the neighborhood. You will like the\ndo-as-you-please atmosphere of the shop."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "336", "page_fin": "336", "image_debut": 12, "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.10", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "336", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1343, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2186, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nTHE first performance in the Little Thimble Theatre will take\nplace on Thursday, January 6th. The program will include\na selection of difficult classical music played for the first time,\nby Mr. Max Kneznik, on the balaleika, in this country. The\nbalaleika is a Russian national instrument, used by farmers\nand country population, with only two strings, and hitherto\nwas thought adapted only for folk music. Mr. Kneznik will\nplay th£ \"Moments Musicale,\" by Schubert and Winianewsky\nMazurka's \"Song of the Voga Botman.\"\nMiss Kathleen Burns, daughter of William J. Burns, the\ndetective, will appear for the first time before a public audience\nand will sing Thayer's \"My Laddie\" and a few Irish ballads.\nMiss Burns loves Irish music, and especially the old folk songs,\nof which she has made a special study."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "336", "page_fin": "339", "image_debut": 12, "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.11", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "336", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 2188, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2473, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nThe Edison Monthly\nVery interesting historical articles appear in almost every\nissue, for the past months, of \"The Edison Monthly,\" the\nhouse organ of the New York Edison Company. The Christmas\nnumber brings a historical account of the Washington Market"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "337", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2961, "texte": "of one hundred years ago and of today. The description of\nthe Washington Market of one hundred yekrs ago is taken\nfrom a history of the place, written in 1858 by Thomas De Voe,\na butcher in the market who in that year completed the forty-\nfifth year of his activities in the Washington Markeft, which he\nhad helped to establish.\n\"The Town Market, an institution brought to the New World\nby the Dutch settlers, prevailed in New York City until the\nyear 1841. The first was held in the open space before the fort\nin 1659. Here the farmers and butchers met one day a week.\nAnother old institution was that at the foot of the present\nMaiden Lane. This was the Fly Markeft, so called by the\nEnglish, who found it difficult to pronounce the Dutch V'lie\nfor Valley. This market, established in 1699, was in existence\nfor more then one hundred years and figured in the? history of\nthe colony perhaps more than any other. The Oswego Mar-\nket, opened in 1738 at Broadway and Maiden Lane, lasted only\nabout thirty years. It attracted so much business to the neigh-\nborhood that Broadway traffic was obstructed and finally, in\nresponse to public demand, another market was opened at\nthe foot of Fulton Street on the Hudson River. This was in\n1771 and the name Bear Market was due to the? fact that the\nfirst meat sold was a steak from a bear, shot at the water's\nedge. Such was the predecessor and the beginning of the pres-\nent Washington Market, which was established on the same\nsite in 1813.\n\"It requires a vivid imagination to fill the gaps in a word\npicture' of the market as it stood a hundred years ago. Farmers\ndrove down from Greenwich or the remote villages of Harlem\nand Yorkville or came over in their sloops from Long Island\nand Jersey. Beef arrived on the hoof, and following the? pur-\nchase of cattle that had attracted considerable attention on its\narrival, the butcher announced the date of sale. Thtf slaughter\nhouses were way out beyond the city limits—in the neighbor-\nhood of what is now Chinatown. What is believed to be the\nfirst shipment of Western beef was received in New York\nin 1817. The cattle came from Ohio, and, as this was in the\ndays before stock cars, they made the journey afoot.\n\"There\" were one hundred head in the drove and, according\nto a local paper, they appeared \"as fresh as if just taken off\nof our Long Island farms.\" They netted the drovefr $12.50 a\nhundred weight.\n\"Until about 1830 the Washington and Fulton Street corner\nwas set aside for the Jersey Butcherwomen who, dressed in\nlinsey-woolsey short gowns, offered dairy products—butter, pot-\ncheese, curds and buttermilk. The Dutch farmers confined\ntheir activities chiefly to farm produce, although many of the\nbrought butter to market, for at three shillings and three\nshillings sixpence it was a decidedly profitable article.\"\nDer Sturm\nThe current issue of \"Der Sturm\" arrived safely after a\ncomplicated voyage to Holland, bringing the sad news of the"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "338", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2629, "texte": "death of Paul Scherbaart, the poet and writer. Herwarth\nWalden honors thtf memory of his friend and co-editor as\nfollows:\n\"You are one of the real big artists because you are timeless.\nWhile the artists of your time occupied themselves lovingly\nwith their Earth, you stood on the other side of Love and\nEarth, reaching out for the world.\"\nMuch Ado and Shop-lifting\nI wonder why gentleman Harry Turner, editor of \"Much\nAdo,\" the St. Louis fortnightly that carries Shakespeare on its\nfront cover and a beer ad on its back cover, doesn't have the\ndecency to give credit to artist, writer, poet and to the shop\nitself, for three pictures, five articles and a long poem he\nlifted from \"Greenwich Village\" and Bruno's Weekly to make\nhis Christmas issue look like a magazine.\nThe Little Review\nAnother of the magazines edited by a woman is \"The Little\nReview,\" the literary messenger of the Middle West. Miss\nAnderson dropped into my garret some time ago while on a\ntrip to the East. And she is not a bit didactic, and she doesn't\nlook at all like the one you imagine her to be, reading her\ninspired editorials against the present order of things and\nthe prevailing conditions of the human society. She is a real\nnice girl.\nIn the Orchestra\nEsther Griffin White, editor of \"The Little Paper\" in Rich-\nmond, Indiana—she who writes inflamed editorials against\npolitical corruption— came forth with a little volume of sonnets.\nShe is quite a different woman in the pages of her book, \"In\nthe Orchestra,\" which was written during her activities as\nmusic editor of a daily paper. In the introductory remarks\nshe apologises that their composition was not given special\ncare! but that they were done in the haste and hurry of pro-\nducing \"copy.\"\nReally, it doesn't mean much what we wear, so long as we\nare otherwise all right. And therefore, even if the sonnets\nof Miss White walk on limping feet, here and there, it is\njust a matter of appearance. Her thoughts are good and there\nis a certain rhythm to her language which makes it very sym-\npathetic. The little volume is illustrated by Miss Florence\nFox. The vignettes are charming nudes who seem to know\nthat they are illustrating music.\nSchroeder's Liberty\nTheodore Schroeder wrote another of his interesting pam-\nphlets, \"Liberty Through Personal Service.\"\n\"As your development approaches the stage where you desire\nand can approximately _ live the impersonal life, you will see\nall yet overlook all; being without blinding special friendships\nyou will yet be the friend of all; without doing personal charity\nto any, you will cheerfully devote your whole life to the im-"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "339", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 512, "texte": "personal service of all; while looking with like emotional in-\ndifference? and desire for understanding, upon the compliments\nor condemnations of fools or knaves, of friends or enemies\nyou can ignore the fellowship-claim of the infantile pharisee\nand yet extend your fellowship to him.\"\nThe Phoenix\nMichael Monahan's leading article in the January issue of\nhis magazine is \"Jade London: Master.\" It is a praise and re-\nview of Jack London's \"The Star Rover,\" published in England\nas \"The Jacket.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "339", "page_fin": "339", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Ilonka Karasz Vanitas Vanitatum Vanitas!", "titre_sommaire": "Ilonka Karasz Vanitas Vanitatum Vanitas!", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "339", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 514, "fin_caractere_exclue": 554, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz\nVanitas Vanitatum Vanitas!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "339", "page_fin": "339", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "To Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "To Clara Tice", "signature_source": "W. T. R", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "339", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 556, "fin_caractere_exclue": 894, "texte": "To Clara Tice\nW. T. R.\n(With genuflections to G. G., who discovered the rhyme: \"Tice—nice/')\nI've a hunch, dear Clara Tice,\nThat you must be very nice;\nElse why draw yourself so poor—\nModest in \"caric a choor\"?\nAnd your \"Varna\" dog—why that\nSeems a cross twixt wolf and rat.\nPlease do take G. G.'s advice . • *\nAnd draw us something nice."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "340", "page_fin": "340", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.14", "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": 16, "page_imprimee": "340", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3091, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, December Ist.\nOur soldiers' indemnity has been raised from one sou to five\nsous per day. Those at the front may manage with this as\ntheir needs are small and opportunities for spending limited,\nbut for those at the rear it is a mockery. Such is the consequence\nof conscription, the costs of which the State cannot meet. When\ncalled upon to serve, every man in the country is expected to\npossess an independent income on which to draw for his keep.\nMany men are now drawing upon their capital. To say that a\nsoldier is adequately provided for is a vain boast; he is just\nhoused, fed in a manner suitable only to men in the best of\nhealth, and but roughly equipped. The State thinks it does well\nby him in providing him with tobacco and free postage, privileges\nby which all men do not profit equally. But the treatment strikes\nthe French so little as unfair that they still wonder at the\nsuperior advantages of the English soldiers, all of which\nproves that Governments exploit the public as far as it will\nstand and entirely with its consent—passive, perhaps, but con-\nsent nevertheless.\nI have spoken much and often in these columns of writers\naad their activities during the war, to the neglect of the\nartist-body. There is a reason for this apparent omission.\nSuch call as is made upon the arts of form and colour seems\nmore than ever to favour the vulgarest. The others are\nscarcely given a chance. That sentiments of patriotism, the\nglorification of heroism, and scenes of destruction can be\nillustrated nobly has been proved by Paul Iribe's idealistic and\nMasereel's realistic interpretations. But official influence is all\npowerful just now, and, as the late Jean Dolent, Carriere's\nfriend, said: \"Official art has this peculiarity, that it is not\nart.\" The orders go, therefore, to those who are official if not\nartists, and particularly to those specialists who labelled them-\nselves \"military painters,\" even when they were less in demand.\nEvery painter, evidently, has his day. Some are attached to\nthe General Staff and follow operations safely ambushed in\nState-provided motors.\nThere is not a single modern man of the brush who can\nrender cavalry. M. Dunoyer de Segonzac, who knows the\nbeauty of soldiery, will perhaps give us something in that\nline one day, if he is spared. Meanwhile he is exercising his\ningeniousness in the camouflage department, the equivalent\nEnglish term for which I regret I do not happen to know.\nThe work consists in contrivances of deception, such as mock-\nscenery for hiding artillery, aviation-camps, etc.\nAmong the cartoonists Forain continues busy. Le Mot has,\nafter a lingering agony, come to an end; it was too good for\nthis world. Steinlen wears the best because he is so entirely\nfree from tricks and mannerisms. Bernard Naudin, though\nmobilised, has, as was to .be expected, found time to prove that\nhis pen is well suited to scenes associated with warfare and\nits sufferings; and' Poulbot's merit does not decrease as his\nvogue increases.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "341", "page_fin": "342", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Maude: A Memory", "titre_sommaire": "Maude: A Memory", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "341", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2839, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Mistaken! I was mistaken, Kenneth. Mistaken like years\nago. But it is more dreadful because I have waited so long\nand I thought I had found at last just the one that was made for\nme in the beginning. Did you know that I have been in\nMichigan? I had to go to a little city. There was no railroad\nconnection and I had to take the boat. I went down in the\nmorning. It was a rainy, ugly day. I had to drive for miles\nover muddy, sad-looking roads and I was glad when I returned\nto the pier at an e'arlier hour than I expected. It was on a\nSunday. Thousands of men and women had spent the day far\nfrom their small and sticky dwellings in Chicago and were tired\nafter the day of excitement. They were ready to go back to\ntheir work and face the struggle for daily bread anew and count\nthe days until the next Sunday holiday which they were? plan-\nning. I had boarded the boat with hundreds of them. They\nwere dining in the dining-room and sitting in the parlors and\noccupying the chairs on the decks. I hate large gatherings of\npeople belonging to different classes and callings in life. I felt\nalone and unhappy and wished to be somewhere where I would\nbe spared listening to their chatter, their laughing and the dis-\ntasteful familiarity of young men and young women who\nthought that they loved one another.\n\"So I went up on the top deck. The wind was blowing, the\noutline of the little place where I got aboard was vanishing with\nevery turn of the wheel. It was in the late afternoon and the\nsun had draped himself in his night attire, with those beautiful\nrays, purple and yellow, which makes such a saddening picture\nand moves the lonely man to think of the vanity of the! world—\nif he only cares to concentrate his mind and think.\n\"I was standing on the boat near the captain's bridge and I\nwas looking at those gray, placid waves and the sun which was\nsoon to disappear; and I could not account for that tired, lonely\nfeding which came over me. My eyes ached looking at the\nsun-ball. I turned around to look for a quiet place where I\ncould sit and await our arrival in Chicago. A young woman\nwas standing opposite me. Our eyes met.\n\"Then—l do not remember exactly—but there was something\nI did for her. I think I offered her a chair, something of the\nkind. Some peculiar desire to be near her made me stay up\nthere in the wind. I walked back and forth. I forgot to go\ndown to the dining-room as I had intended to do after all the\nother diners had left. And finally I discovered a chair, just\nvacated by a stout old lady, for whom the breezes had become\ntoo cold, and I carried it near hers and sat down. Again I\nlooked out toward the sea. The twilight had settled heavily\nand the pale moon could be seen if one looked long and sharply\ntowards the grayish skies."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "342", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 281, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2379, "texte": "\"I turned to her and looked her straight in the face. I\nlooke'd into her big blue eyes. She gazed at me. I don't know\nwhy but I simply had to speak to her. 'My name is Courtland,'\nI said. 'Wont you please talk to me?? Tell me your first\nname.' She did not hesitate a second. A very quiet melodious\nvoice said, 'I am Maude. Why are you here on this steamer?'\n\"And we talked, and we talked until the darkness had settled.\nIt was night. A million stars, clearly shining, glittering, hiding\nthemsdves behind clouds, and appearing again. The moon rose\nhigher and higher on its nightly travel. We didn't know that\nall the other people who had been on deck had gone below to\ntheir staterooms. It seemed to me? as if I had found the only\nother being besides myself occupying this world, seeing with\nthe eyes with which I see, talking with the voice and answering\nin the most sympathetic voice I had ever heard in my life the\nthoughts that I could never have spoken in words.\n\"What did we? talk about? About everything. About every-\nthing that ever interested me in my whole life. About my pro-\nfession and about the shadow sides of my calling; about beauti-\nful pictures and about the hurried noises that they call modern\nmusic; about her ambition, what she? desired to be. She told\nme about the picture she wanted to paint, perhaps in years,\nafter she had achieved what she wanted to achieve—a picture\nwhich would be so true, so pure? and so beautiful that a mother\nwould put it in the trunk of her departing daughter, the lover\ngive it to his bride as the most precious gift and the bad man,\nshould he stop and glance at it, would stop and look again and\nremember his mother; a picture? which would be reproduced in\nmillions of copies to be hung in the homes of the wealthy and\nin the small huts of the poor and in the cell of the man who\nserves a life sente?nce.\n\"And I told her about myself and about my connections with\nthe world; how I was disappointed in everything which I had\ndone for my own sake and successful in all those things I un-\ndertook in the interest of others. All loneliness was gone."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "342", "page_fin": "342", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.16", "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": "342", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 2381, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2735, "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christinas 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."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[343]", "page_fin": "[343]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.17", "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": "[343]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 688, "texte": "•THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\nAT k QTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE AiJ 1 v/f\\ Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nHOLLIDAY\nWith FRED NIBLO as \"BILLY HOLLIDAY \"\nGREAT\nAMERICAN\nPLAY\nAT p k T\\TF\\I rn 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE V^Alli/Lir#l\\ Ere'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 AH-American Cast\nAT I Af*Dl7 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Lv/ll \\Jf\\Vsi\\JLi Eve'g, 8:30. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\n111 TRIIJMPHdy The Great Lover"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[343]", "page_fin": "[343]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.18", "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": "[343]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 690, "fin_caractere_exclue": 814, "texte": "The Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nand Cigarettes\ni Cigars\nBeneath Bruno s Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[343]", "page_fin": "[343]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.19", "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": "[343]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 816, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1087, "texte": "Thomas\nFweter\nGarrett\nDrawing\nPainting\nNo. Five\nBank St.\nIt is now possible for me\nto receive a few private\npupils in my studio at No.\nFive Bank Street in the\nafternoon from two until\nsix at one dollar a lesson\nDrawing\nPainting\nNo. Five\nBank St.\nThomas\nPweter\nGarrett\n<*m"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-01-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[344]", "page_fin": "[344]", "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=bmtnaaq19160101-01.2.20", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[344]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 587, "texte": "Ilonka Kaiasz\nCharles Epson's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, .2:15 p. in.\n\"Thursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\n2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents January Ist, 1916\n\nIlonka Karasz"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[326]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.2", "texte": "READERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues Two Dollars\nv. ' V.• • \\ r r , . / - .• • .*\n* S 1 , * > % * -• • 1 * . . - ' , *r\n<%■ J*< «• \" *> ♦ •. .*..#• % t . , # , p . - \\\n• l-» ~ • ' *• .. m. T - . » ... , '-J- ». • ' , I , »"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[327]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 1\nJANUARY Ist, MCMXVI\nVol. 11.\nCopyright 1915 by Guido Bruno\n\n[Illegible] Pirate Bold.\n\n[Illegible]etter and drawing by Howard Pyle, as it appeared in Mr.\nMadigan's late \"Autograph.\"\n\nGreenwich Village of Yore\nII. In the Times of the Early English\n\nKNOW not how long a time may have elapsed between the\nconquest of this island by the English and the discovery\nby the Dutch living retired at the Bossen Bouerie that, a sea-"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "328", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n•change having over-swept their destinies, they had passed from\nthe domination of the States General to the domination of the\nBritish King.\nIt is said that when the engineers of the West Shore Railroad,\nprovided with guide's and interpreters, penetrated into the valley\nof the Hackensack, a dozen years or so ago, they created a\ngreat commotion among the honest Dutch folk dwelling in\nthose sequestered parts by taking in the news that something\nmore than eighty years previously the American Republic had\nbeen proclaimed. Some few of the! more wide-awake of these\nretired country folk had got hold, it was found, of a rumor\nto the effect that the New Netherland, having been traded away\nfor Surinam by the provisions of the Treaty of Breda, had\nbecome a dependency of the British crown; but the rumor never\nhad been traced to an authoritative source, and was regarded\nby the older and more conservative of the inhabitants of Tenafly\nand Schraalenburg and Kinderkamack, and the towns thereto\nadjacent, as mere idle talk. Naturally, the much more impos-\nsible story told by the engineers involved so violent a strain\nupon human credulity that the tellers of it were lucky in getting\nsafely away, across the hills by Rockland Lake to the Hudson\nValley, with unbroken theodolites and whole hides. The matter,\nI may add, is reported to have remained in uncertainty until\nthe running of milk trains brought this region into communica-\ntion with the outside world.\nThe case of the people dwelling at Sapokanican was different.\nThis hamlet being less remote, and far less inaccessible, than\nthe? towns in the Hackensack Valley, being, indeed, but a trifle\nmore than two miles northward of the Dutch stronghold, there\nis reason for believing that the news of the surrender of Fort\nAmsterdam to the English, on the Bth of September, 1664, pene-\ntrated thither within a comparatively short period after the\ngloomy event occurred. Indeed—while there is no speaking\nwith absolute precision in this matter—I can assert confidently\nthat within but a trifle more than half a century after the change\nof rulers had taken place the inhabitants of this settlement were\nacquainted with what had occurred: as is proved by an existing\nland conveyance, dated 1721, in which the use of the! phrase\n\"the Bossen Bouerie, alias Greenwich,\" shows not only that the\nadvent of the English was known there, but that already the\nnew-comers had so wedged themselves into prominence as to\nbegin their mischievous obliteration of the good old Dutch\nnames.\nFor a long while I cherished the belief that the name of\nGreenwich had been given to the Bossen Bouerie by a gallant\nsailor who for a time made that region his home: Captain\nPeter Warren of the Royal Navy—who died Sir Peter Warren,\nK. 8., and a Vice-Admiral of the Red Squadron, and whose\nfinal honor was a tomb in the Abbey in the company of other\nheroes and of various kings. Applied by a British sailor to his\nhome ashore, there was an absolute fitness in the name; and it\nhad precisely a parallel in the bestowal of the name of Chelsea\nupon the adjoining estate by a soldier, Colonel Clarke. But"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "329", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\na considerate survey of the facts has compelled me, though\nvery reluctantly, to abandon this pleasingly poetical hypothesis.\nI am inclined to believe that the name Greenwich was in use\nas early as the year 1711, at which time Peter Warren was a\nbog-trotting Irish lad of only eight years old; and it certainly\nwas in use, as is proved by the land conveyance cited above, as\nearly as the ye!ar 1721, at which time my gentleman was but a\nsea-lieutenant, and had not (so far as I can discover) laid eyes\non America at all.\nAdmiral Sir Peter Warren was a dashing personage in his\nday and generation, but his glory was won in what now are\nwellnigh forgotten wars. Irish by birth, and with as fine a\nnatural disposition for fighting as ever an Irishman was blessed\nwith, he worked his way up in the service with so handsome\na rapidity that he was gazetted a post-captain, and to the com-\nmand of his Majesty's ship Grafton, when he was only twenty-\nfour years old—and his very first service after being posted was\nin the fleet with which Sir Charles Wager knocked the Rock\nof Gibraltar loose from the rest of the Spanish possessions, and\nthereafter, with more rigor than righteousness, annexed it to\nthe dominions of the British Crown.\nThis was in the year 1727. In the year 1728 Captain Warren\nwas on the American station in the Solebay, frigate; probably\nwas here again in 1737; and certainly was here from about\n1741 until 1746 in the Squirrel, sloop, the Launceston, frigate\nand the 60-gun ship Superbe. In the spring of 1744 Sir Chaloner\nOgle left him for a while commodore of a squadron of sixteen\nsail on the Leeward Island station—where his luck so well stood\nby him that off Martinique, in but little more than four months\n(February 12—June 24) he captured no less than twenty-four\nprizes: one of which was a register ship whereof the lading of\nplate was valued at £.250,000!\nMost of these prizes were sent into New York to be con-\ndemned; and \"Messieurs Stephen Le Lancey & Company\" (as\nappears from an advertisement in The Weekly Post Boy for\nJune 30, 1744) acted as the agents of Captain Warren in the sale\nof his French and Spanish swag. Naturally, the good bargains\nto our merchants which came of his dashing performances made\nhim vastly popular here. After his brilliant cruise he returned\nto New York that the Launceston might \"go upon the careen ;\"\nand when he had refitted and was about to get to sea again\nthe Post Boy (August 27) gave him this fine send-off: \"His\nMajesty's ship Launceston, commanded by the brave Commodore\nWarren (whose absence old Oceanus seems to lament), being\nnow sufficiently repaired, will sail in a few days in order once\nmore to pay some of his Majesty's enemies a Visit.\n\"The sails are spread; see the bold warrior comes\nTo chase the French and interloping Dons!\"\nI have revived for a moment the personality of this gallant\ngentleman because the village of Greenwich, while not named\nby him, had its rise on one of the estates which he purchased\nwith his winnings at sea.\n\nThomas A. Janvier"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "330", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Song of the Egg\nONCE knew a man\nA very manly man,\nA man with a future,\nIt was said.\nWhile still at his education,\nHe evolved a fascination—\nA peculiar fascination\nFor the study and the raising\nThe exploiting and the praising,\nBy a great combination—\nA colossal combination\nOf the chicken and the egg.\nAnd all that he would shout\nWas egg, egg, egg!\nWill you have 'em fresh or stale,\nBy the gross or by the pail?\nWe guarantee 'em just as stated\nLaid the very day they're dated.\nAnd with ardor unabated,\nHe continues yelling egg!\nHe sold 'em scrambled, boiled or baked,\nSquare or round, flat, spun or flaked\nCanned or bottled, charged or still,\nPowdered, loose or as a pill\nSold the yoke and sold the white\nUnrelenting day or night.\nAnyway at all he sold 'em,\nDry and flat so you could fold 'em,\nDeckel edged or mixed with ham\nBacon, Barle due or jam;\nShaped 'em up to look like fishefs,\nColored 'efrn to match your dishes,\nAnyway to suit your wishes.\nWell, this giant combination,\nThis colossal combination\nSlowly forced this healthy nation\nTo a state of desolation\nTo a grotesque malformation\nTill at length up rose the masses,\nThe down-trodden, hungry massefs\nAnd with curses dullen deep,\nSlowly and at night they creep\nTo his house and find him snipping\nSnipping, snipping, deftly snipping coupons\nWith a big hay chopper,\nAnd they thought it quite improper\nSo they up and killed this magnate,\nKilled and left him there to stagnate,\nPity now this poor man's fate!"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "331", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEpilogue\nTom Sleeper\nQN the stone above his grave\nIs neatly carved by some bright knave,\nHe the world this motto gave:\n\"Every man his egg.\"\n\nFour Dollars and Ninety-five Cents\nBy Guido Bruno\nIT was on the night of the big snow storm. I stood at the\nticket office of the elevated station. I was freezing miser-\nably. Between the torn sole of my right shoe and my foot I\nhad forced the cover of a tin can for protection from the icy\npavements of the street.\nI wanted to purchase a ticket for my nickel. I. had to wait\nat the gate. A woman in front of me had pushed a five dollar\nbill through the wicket. She waited for her change. She\nreceived four bills and ninety-five cents in small change.\nWithout recounting, she slipped the money into her black plush\nhandbag.\nI was traveling to the room of a friend of mine—one of\nthe few I knew in the big city. I had promised to repay him a\ndollar that day.\nI wasn't able to meet my obligation, but I hoped to borrow\ntwenty-five cents more to secure a bed for the night.\n\"Would I find him at home? What if he should hare\nmoved, since I last visited him or what if he should have\nnothing himself?\"\nThe lady of the five dollar bill sat opposite me. The plush\nhand-bag hung from her wrist by its gold chain. In it was the\nmoney I had seen passed through the wicket in change for\nher bill.\n\"Supposing I had the money!\" I thought to myself. \"What\nif she should drop the purse upon the seat by some chance\nand leave the train? No one would notice it and she would\nforget the bag. I would then move hurriedly to her seat, get\nit and leave the train instantly. No one would know! I\nwould throw the bag away and have the money.\n\"All that money!\n\"The four bills and the change! _ It would all be mine!\n\"I could buy shoes—warm shoes with solid soles to protect\nme from the snow and ice!\n\"I could rent a room and pay a week's rent in advance.\n\"And I could get some warm food! . . . . \"\n\"Fourteenth Street!\"\nIt was my station. I had to leave the train. I descended\nthe stairs and was again in the wind-swept street. The thin\nsole in my shoe was colder than before. The swirl of snow,\nlike rain of sharp pebbles, cut my face more keenly. I hurried\nAgain I saw the black plush purse! The woman was walk-"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "332", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ning right ahead of me in the crowd. Two fingers of her\nright hand held the hand-bag. The other two clasped the loop\nof her big white muff. She walkefd briskly and swung her arm\nrhythmically back and forth.\nMy eyes were fixed upon the bag. The woman was not\ngoing in the direction I wanted to go. I was following her\nlike a child. I knew not why.\n\"Warm shoes! ... A rooml ... A bed . . . Some-\nthing hot to efat! . . .\"\nA peculiar feeling overcame me: I must have the purse—\nthe money!\nI would follow the woman ... I would approach her\nstealthily from behind ... I would snatch the lightly-held\nbag from her fingers .... and I would run as fast as I\ncould into the safety of some dark alley!\nI was very close to her. I would count—\"One . . . .Two\n. . . .\" and at \"Three\" I would do it!\n\"One! . . . Two . . .\"\nA gloved hand shot out from one side just in front of me\nand seized the purse.\nThe woman screamed . . . The prize? was gone! I had\nbeen cheated.\n. \"Stop thief! Stop thief!\" I shouted.\nA red mist clouded my eyes. All my hopes had vanished.\nHe had stolen my property. I dashed after the man. I\novertook him. I knew not what I was doing. I flung myself\nupon him, seized the collar of his overcoat, tore the purse from\nhis hand and I shouted madly:\n\"You dirty dog! You miserable thief!\"\nI shook him. I wanted to tear him to shreds. I wanted\nto hurl him to the ground and crush him with my feet.\nA crowd had gathered. The woman with the big muff\nstood beside me. She took her purse from my hand. She said\nsomething to a policeman. I had not seefn him before. He\nloosened my grip from the man's collar and took charge of\nhim.\nNow I realized what I had done.\n\"It is too late!\" shouted something within me. \"What a\nfool I was! Why didn't I run away after I had gotten the\npurse?\"\nThe woman's voice soundefd as from a distance.\n, \"Thanks! Many thanks!\" she was saying. \"How kind\nof you to have saved my bag. It contained baby's first tooth!\nAnd if I lost that . . . !\n\"But you poor man!\" she resumed. \"No overcoat in such\ncold weather? Here take this money!\" (She handed me the\nfour dollars and ninety-five cents).\nKindly smiling she hailed a taxicab from a nearby hotel.\nShe waved to me once more and was driven away.\nThe big policeman hustled his prisoner to the station.\nAnd I stood there at the corner and laughed and laughed and\nlaughed."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "333", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAmong Our Aristocrats\nGreenwich Village, a la Town Topics\nTWELFTH NIGHT cake tipping the scales at a hundred\npounds and made of the richest material will be one of\nthe novelties of the holiday season, at the Sunday Kindergarten\nTwelfth Night Party, at Arlington Hall, East Eighth Street, on\nthe afternoon of Jan. 6th, which is \"Little Christmas.\" This\nunique festival for tenement house children, to which some of\nour little Italians back of Washington Square South will be\nbidden as sepcial guests, combines features of both the Italian\nBefana, and an old-English Twelfth Night. The cake is made\nfrom the following recipe: 103 eggs, 60 lbs. Malaga raisins,\n24 lbs. Sultana raisins, 24 lbs. citron, 15 lbs. currants, 9 lbs.\nflour, 9 lbs. butter, 9 lbs. granulated sugar, 3 quarts molasses,\n9 ounces ground cloves, 9 ounces ground ginger, 9 ounces\nground cinnamon, V/ 2 ounces mace, three quarters of a gallon\nof brandy and a bottle of wine. This recipe, copied from the\nNewport novel, \"The Decadents\", was originally that of\nEtienne, of Marietta Villa, Newport, the late Mrs. Paran\nStevens, the society leader's somewhat noted French pastry\ncook. This mammoth Twelfth Night cake in keeping with\nboth Italian and good old-English precedent, has angels, Italian\nbeans and a gold ring deposited in the lower stratum of its\nsaccharine pyramid and is partaken in common by the denizens\nof Fifth Avenue and the lower East Side!. The angels and\nItalian beans imbedded in the lower section of the pyramid\nderive their potency from the Italian Befana and are to ward\noff witches. Twelve candles scintillating from the! star with\nhalo, the emblem of the festival, will shine on the apex of\nthe pyramidal Twelfth Night cake.\nThe little king of the Twelfth Night, Master Jimmy Fiori,\nwill come over from Brooklyn, heading a cavalcade of juvenile\nart-history students—mostly young Italian girls who live be-\ntween the old Brooklyn Bridge and the new Manhattan Bridge—\n\"the place where nobody cares to live.\" The king will also be\nattended by a band of choristers, Italian working-girls from\nthe Sunday Kindergarten free school of Italian singing, who\nwill carol Adolphe Adams Noel's, \"Oh Holy Night,\" the most\npopular Christmas melody ever written, and translated into the\nmost languages. The king will be robed in a velvet court cos-\ntume of Tyrian royal purple and wear a magnificent crown.\nTiffany is making a star with halo badge, expressly for the\nking, of gold and silver and green enamel.\nThe little Twelfth Night queen, Sylvia Nei, a pretty little\nItalian girl from 172 Worth Street, in the Mulberry Bend quarter\nof the City, is to be the recipient of a special token, for Count\nArnaldo Cassella Tamburini, of Florence, Italy, court painter\nto the king of Italy is painting for her a pastel portrait of\nQueen Helena. And the oldest ring makers in America, the\nJ. B. Bowden Company, designing a ring for the little queen."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "334", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMrs. George P. Lawton, of No. 14 East 60th Street, a niece of\nthe late Mrs. Leland Stanford, personally presents each year a\nchoice book to the king and queen. Presents there are of gold\nrings, perfumes, etc., for others of the prize pupils, emblematic\nof the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh of the Magi,\non the Great Epiphany. The myrrh, which typifies bitterness,\nis probably the portion of those? of the children who in the\nvernacular of the lower East Side, get \"left\" at the festival\nand there are always a few of those at the best-planned fete.\nHenry Clews, the banker is to give a few words of welcome to\nthe children and William Lanier Washington is to give his\nversion of the story of George Washington and the hatchet.\nEach child as it leaves the hall, after receiving a slice of the\nmammoth Twelfth Night cake, is presented with a pretty\nTwelfth Night candlestick of imported make with a candle,\nand a satin-striped Parisian candy bag decorated with artificial\nflowers. Nothing similar to these flower-laden candy bags is\never seen at any other metropolitan fete. Mrs. Edward N.\nBreitung, a very rich and fashionable society woman from\nup-town, known as \"The Madonna of the Arts\" will also come\nbringing spe'cial gifts for the choristers of the free school of\nItalian singing. Among others interested in the work of the\nSunday Kindergarten Association are Mrs. John R. Drexel,\nPrince Giovanni del Drago, Mrs. Henry L. Burnett, C. W. de\nLyon Nicholls, Countess Tamburini, Mrs. Charles M. Oelrichs\nand George J. Gould.\n\nIn Our Village\nCJHORT-LIVED arel the glories of this world, and the Christ-\nmas tree which was hung with glittering gold and silver,\nby loving hands, only a few days ago, is lying today in the\nback yard or in the alley, stripped of its regalia—a prey to\nthe garbage-man. If you found it interesting to watch during\nthe holiday week the front entrances of our mansions, if you\nnoted the shining windows, the clean washed window sills, the\nnewly-painted iron gates; if you saw messenger boys with prom-\nising-looking packages disappear and come out empty-handed,\nand distinguished delivery wagons with chauffeur and footmen\nin livery bringing parcels from exclusive Fifth Avenue shops,\nnow after the holiday week is over take a walk to the other\nside of the house, to the back entrance and there you will\nsee the sad remnants of all those glorious things: flowers—\nmessengers of love and of admiration—crumpled up, dried, to-\ngether with boxes which contained necessities and luxuries,\nholly wreaths deprived of their ribbons: peacefully do they\nawait the arrival of that ominous hearse furnished by the\nstreet-cleaning department, and forth they go to the mysterious\nsomewhere, the ultimate destination of our own journey.\nAnd then there is New Year's. Resolutions, new hopes, new\nstimuli, new ambitions, quiet counsel with ourselves, new poli-\ncies toward friends and toward life we get accus-"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "335", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ntomed to the change of the date line on the head of our leftters,\nthe new will grow old and after this first week of the first\nmonth of the new year shall have passed we? will find that we\nare what we are, just our own selves; that our life is a long\nstretch of time with two radically important events—our birth\nand our death. And all that lies between these two dates\nwhich give us to the world and take us from the world is just\nlife. Traditions and conventions parcel it off into years and\ndays. The system of the planets provides us with night and\nlight and we permit others—some of whom are dead and gone\nand some of whom are contemporaries—-to fill in our days with\nevents, and we sleep in the night.\nBut if we set aside everything and all and look back to the\ndate of our birth and aftefr we have found ourselves and\npicked together all that which really makes our own self and\nthen we look forward and search for the date of our death\nveiled by the good gods so that worry and regret at leaving\nthis wonderful world may not spoil the joyous moments of\ntoday: we fail to see new years standing out like hurdles\ndividing the track to the infinite into shorter and longer paces,\ninto hard and thornless paths.\nIt is one long joyous journey, one road of happiness . . . .\nand all you have to do is to travel it just by yourself, not\ndepending on time tables of conveyances, not depending upon\nmechanical devices others impose upon you: but just you your-\nself with head high up to the clouds who passing will greet you;\nwith expanded chest inhale the glorious air of a universe that s\nyours, which is yours because you take possession of it.\nEvery new moment of your life a new year: in your own\nworld.\nHeloise DeForest Haynes arranges on New Year's eve, in\n\"The Wardrobe,\" on East Tenth Street, a fashion fete, which\nwill be a take-off on Vogue's fashion fete. The grotesqueness\nof our days' fashions will be made apparent to our evidently\ngrotesque eyes by super-grotesque costumes. Admission by sub-\nscription. The receipts are intended for an old ladies' home.\nA new shop is added to the Greenwich Village colony of in-\ndividual shop keepers. It is Alice Palmer's venture into would-\nbe commercialism in her \"Sunflower Shop,\" at 80 Washington\nSquare East. Mrs. Palmer is a writer known through her con-\nnections with \"The Smart Set\" and through her children's\nbooks. \"A few objects well displayed. What a guiding princi-\nple for a small shop!\" is the guiding motto of the writer\nsunflower shop keeper. Why sunflower ?—because the sunflower\nhas a double meaning for her. She has made flaunting\nyellow of the sunflower the key note of her decoration. The\ngloom of the usual shop is cast off for an atmosphere of light\nand life. Also like the sunflower the objects she displays and\nparts with in exchange for legal tender are not aristocratic\nin price. They are mostly inexpensive bits collected by Mrs.\nPalmer from the store-houses of China and Persia."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "336", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Reverend and Mrs. Sheridan Watson Bell have every\nSunday afternoon very interesting gatherings in the parish house\nof their church, the Washington Square Methodist Episcopal\nChurch. Literary men, musicians and artists give informal\ntalks on subjects of interest. These afternoons will be con-\ntinued in the new year.\nBruno's Garret\nMiss Karasz' exhibition has aroused interest in the widest\ncircles, and especially her manuscript illuminations are pointed\nout as unique among the art creations of our day. Her exhibi-\ntion will continue until January 7th.\nMr. H. Thompson Rich will read, on Monday, the 3rd of\nJanuary, at eight o'clock in the evening, a selection of his war\npoems, published and unpublished. You are welcome to be pres-\nent. Admission fees are not charged.\nDiamond Disc Shop\nA popular place is the Diamond Disc Shop, on the corner\nof Eighth Street and Fifth Avenue, where one can hear music\nin that cosy little place in white and green, on short order—\nclassical or ragtime or opera arias by some eminent star, or\nan American song by a newly-discovered American composer\nsung by a newly-discovered artist. It doesn't take long to get\nthe disc out of the shelf and to place it on the instrument. Drop\nin some time, if you are in the neighborhood. You will like the\ndo-as-you-please atmosphere of the shop.\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\nTHE first performance in the Little Thimble Theatre will take\nplace on Thursday, January 6th. The program will include\na selection of difficult classical music played for the first time,\nby Mr. Max Kneznik, on the balaleika, in this country. The\nbalaleika is a Russian national instrument, used by farmers\nand country population, with only two strings, and hitherto\nwas thought adapted only for folk music. Mr. Kneznik will\nplay th£ \"Moments Musicale,\" by Schubert and Winianewsky\nMazurka's \"Song of the Voga Botman.\"\nMiss Kathleen Burns, daughter of William J. Burns, the\ndetective, will appear for the first time before a public audience\nand will sing Thayer's \"My Laddie\" and a few Irish ballads.\nMiss Burns loves Irish music, and especially the old folk songs,\nof which she has made a special study.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nThe Edison Monthly\nVery interesting historical articles appear in almost every\nissue, for the past months, of \"The Edison Monthly,\" the\nhouse organ of the New York Edison Company. The Christmas\nnumber brings a historical account of the Washington Market"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "337", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof one hundred years ago and of today. The description of\nthe Washington Market of one hundred yekrs ago is taken\nfrom a history of the place, written in 1858 by Thomas De Voe,\na butcher in the market who in that year completed the forty-\nfifth year of his activities in the Washington Markeft, which he\nhad helped to establish.\n\"The Town Market, an institution brought to the New World\nby the Dutch settlers, prevailed in New York City until the\nyear 1841. The first was held in the open space before the fort\nin 1659. Here the farmers and butchers met one day a week.\nAnother old institution was that at the foot of the present\nMaiden Lane. This was the Fly Markeft, so called by the\nEnglish, who found it difficult to pronounce the Dutch V'lie\nfor Valley. This market, established in 1699, was in existence\nfor more then one hundred years and figured in the? history of\nthe colony perhaps more than any other. The Oswego Mar-\nket, opened in 1738 at Broadway and Maiden Lane, lasted only\nabout thirty years. It attracted so much business to the neigh-\nborhood that Broadway traffic was obstructed and finally, in\nresponse to public demand, another market was opened at\nthe foot of Fulton Street on the Hudson River. This was in\n1771 and the name Bear Market was due to the? fact that the\nfirst meat sold was a steak from a bear, shot at the water's\nedge. Such was the predecessor and the beginning of the pres-\nent Washington Market, which was established on the same\nsite in 1813.\n\"It requires a vivid imagination to fill the gaps in a word\npicture' of the market as it stood a hundred years ago. Farmers\ndrove down from Greenwich or the remote villages of Harlem\nand Yorkville or came over in their sloops from Long Island\nand Jersey. Beef arrived on the hoof, and following the? pur-\nchase of cattle that had attracted considerable attention on its\narrival, the butcher announced the date of sale. Thtf slaughter\nhouses were way out beyond the city limits—in the neighbor-\nhood of what is now Chinatown. What is believed to be the\nfirst shipment of Western beef was received in New York\nin 1817. The cattle came from Ohio, and, as this was in the\ndays before stock cars, they made the journey afoot.\n\"There\" were one hundred head in the drove and, according\nto a local paper, they appeared \"as fresh as if just taken off\nof our Long Island farms.\" They netted the drovefr $12.50 a\nhundred weight.\n\"Until about 1830 the Washington and Fulton Street corner\nwas set aside for the Jersey Butcherwomen who, dressed in\nlinsey-woolsey short gowns, offered dairy products—butter, pot-\ncheese, curds and buttermilk. The Dutch farmers confined\ntheir activities chiefly to farm produce, although many of the\nbrought butter to market, for at three shillings and three\nshillings sixpence it was a decidedly profitable article.\"\nDer Sturm\nThe current issue of \"Der Sturm\" arrived safely after a\ncomplicated voyage to Holland, bringing the sad news of the"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "338", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ndeath of Paul Scherbaart, the poet and writer. Herwarth\nWalden honors thtf memory of his friend and co-editor as\nfollows:\n\"You are one of the real big artists because you are timeless.\nWhile the artists of your time occupied themselves lovingly\nwith their Earth, you stood on the other side of Love and\nEarth, reaching out for the world.\"\nMuch Ado and Shop-lifting\nI wonder why gentleman Harry Turner, editor of \"Much\nAdo,\" the St. Louis fortnightly that carries Shakespeare on its\nfront cover and a beer ad on its back cover, doesn't have the\ndecency to give credit to artist, writer, poet and to the shop\nitself, for three pictures, five articles and a long poem he\nlifted from \"Greenwich Village\" and Bruno's Weekly to make\nhis Christmas issue look like a magazine.\nThe Little Review\nAnother of the magazines edited by a woman is \"The Little\nReview,\" the literary messenger of the Middle West. Miss\nAnderson dropped into my garret some time ago while on a\ntrip to the East. And she is not a bit didactic, and she doesn't\nlook at all like the one you imagine her to be, reading her\ninspired editorials against the present order of things and\nthe prevailing conditions of the human society. She is a real\nnice girl.\nIn the Orchestra\nEsther Griffin White, editor of \"The Little Paper\" in Rich-\nmond, Indiana—she who writes inflamed editorials against\npolitical corruption— came forth with a little volume of sonnets.\nShe is quite a different woman in the pages of her book, \"In\nthe Orchestra,\" which was written during her activities as\nmusic editor of a daily paper. In the introductory remarks\nshe apologises that their composition was not given special\ncare! but that they were done in the haste and hurry of pro-\nducing \"copy.\"\nReally, it doesn't mean much what we wear, so long as we\nare otherwise all right. And therefore, even if the sonnets\nof Miss White walk on limping feet, here and there, it is\njust a matter of appearance. Her thoughts are good and there\nis a certain rhythm to her language which makes it very sym-\npathetic. The little volume is illustrated by Miss Florence\nFox. The vignettes are charming nudes who seem to know\nthat they are illustrating music.\nSchroeder's Liberty\nTheodore Schroeder wrote another of his interesting pam-\nphlets, \"Liberty Through Personal Service.\"\n\"As your development approaches the stage where you desire\nand can approximately _ live the impersonal life, you will see\nall yet overlook all; being without blinding special friendships\nyou will yet be the friend of all; without doing personal charity\nto any, you will cheerfully devote your whole life to the im-"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "339", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npersonal service of all; while looking with like emotional in-\ndifference? and desire for understanding, upon the compliments\nor condemnations of fools or knaves, of friends or enemies\nyou can ignore the fellowship-claim of the infantile pharisee\nand yet extend your fellowship to him.\"\nThe Phoenix\nMichael Monahan's leading article in the January issue of\nhis magazine is \"Jade London: Master.\" It is a praise and re-\nview of Jack London's \"The Star Rover,\" published in England\nas \"The Jacket.\"\n\nIlonka Karasz\nVanitas Vanitatum Vanitas!\n\nTo Clara Tice\nW. T. R.\n(With genuflections to G. G., who discovered the rhyme: \"Tice—nice/')\nI've a hunch, dear Clara Tice,\nThat you must be very nice;\nElse why draw yourself so poor—\nModest in \"caric a choor\"?\nAnd your \"Varna\" dog—why that\nSeems a cross twixt wolf and rat.\nPlease do take G. G.'s advice . • *\nAnd draw us something nice."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "340", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska\nParis, December Ist.\nOur soldiers' indemnity has been raised from one sou to five\nsous per day. Those at the front may manage with this as\ntheir needs are small and opportunities for spending limited,\nbut for those at the rear it is a mockery. Such is the consequence\nof conscription, the costs of which the State cannot meet. When\ncalled upon to serve, every man in the country is expected to\npossess an independent income on which to draw for his keep.\nMany men are now drawing upon their capital. To say that a\nsoldier is adequately provided for is a vain boast; he is just\nhoused, fed in a manner suitable only to men in the best of\nhealth, and but roughly equipped. The State thinks it does well\nby him in providing him with tobacco and free postage, privileges\nby which all men do not profit equally. But the treatment strikes\nthe French so little as unfair that they still wonder at the\nsuperior advantages of the English soldiers, all of which\nproves that Governments exploit the public as far as it will\nstand and entirely with its consent—passive, perhaps, but con-\nsent nevertheless.\nI have spoken much and often in these columns of writers\naad their activities during the war, to the neglect of the\nartist-body. There is a reason for this apparent omission.\nSuch call as is made upon the arts of form and colour seems\nmore than ever to favour the vulgarest. The others are\nscarcely given a chance. That sentiments of patriotism, the\nglorification of heroism, and scenes of destruction can be\nillustrated nobly has been proved by Paul Iribe's idealistic and\nMasereel's realistic interpretations. But official influence is all\npowerful just now, and, as the late Jean Dolent, Carriere's\nfriend, said: \"Official art has this peculiarity, that it is not\nart.\" The orders go, therefore, to those who are official if not\nartists, and particularly to those specialists who labelled them-\nselves \"military painters,\" even when they were less in demand.\nEvery painter, evidently, has his day. Some are attached to\nthe General Staff and follow operations safely ambushed in\nState-provided motors.\nThere is not a single modern man of the brush who can\nrender cavalry. M. Dunoyer de Segonzac, who knows the\nbeauty of soldiery, will perhaps give us something in that\nline one day, if he is spared. Meanwhile he is exercising his\ningeniousness in the camouflage department, the equivalent\nEnglish term for which I regret I do not happen to know.\nThe work consists in contrivances of deception, such as mock-\nscenery for hiding artillery, aviation-camps, etc.\nAmong the cartoonists Forain continues busy. Le Mot has,\nafter a lingering agony, come to an end; it was too good for\nthis world. Steinlen wears the best because he is so entirely\nfree from tricks and mannerisms. Bernard Naudin, though\nmobilised, has, as was to .be expected, found time to prove that\nhis pen is well suited to scenes associated with warfare and\nits sufferings; and' Poulbot's merit does not decrease as his\nvogue increases.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "341", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"Mistaken! I was mistaken, Kenneth. Mistaken like years\nago. But it is more dreadful because I have waited so long\nand I thought I had found at last just the one that was made for\nme in the beginning. Did you know that I have been in\nMichigan? I had to go to a little city. There was no railroad\nconnection and I had to take the boat. I went down in the\nmorning. It was a rainy, ugly day. I had to drive for miles\nover muddy, sad-looking roads and I was glad when I returned\nto the pier at an e'arlier hour than I expected. It was on a\nSunday. Thousands of men and women had spent the day far\nfrom their small and sticky dwellings in Chicago and were tired\nafter the day of excitement. They were ready to go back to\ntheir work and face the struggle for daily bread anew and count\nthe days until the next Sunday holiday which they were? plan-\nning. I had boarded the boat with hundreds of them. They\nwere dining in the dining-room and sitting in the parlors and\noccupying the chairs on the decks. I hate large gatherings of\npeople belonging to different classes and callings in life. I felt\nalone and unhappy and wished to be somewhere where I would\nbe spared listening to their chatter, their laughing and the dis-\ntasteful familiarity of young men and young women who\nthought that they loved one another.\n\"So I went up on the top deck. The wind was blowing, the\noutline of the little place where I got aboard was vanishing with\nevery turn of the wheel. It was in the late afternoon and the\nsun had draped himself in his night attire, with those beautiful\nrays, purple and yellow, which makes such a saddening picture\nand moves the lonely man to think of the vanity of the! world—\nif he only cares to concentrate his mind and think.\n\"I was standing on the boat near the captain's bridge and I\nwas looking at those gray, placid waves and the sun which was\nsoon to disappear; and I could not account for that tired, lonely\nfeding which came over me. My eyes ached looking at the\nsun-ball. I turned around to look for a quiet place where I\ncould sit and await our arrival in Chicago. A young woman\nwas standing opposite me. Our eyes met.\n\"Then—l do not remember exactly—but there was something\nI did for her. I think I offered her a chair, something of the\nkind. Some peculiar desire to be near her made me stay up\nthere in the wind. I walked back and forth. I forgot to go\ndown to the dining-room as I had intended to do after all the\nother diners had left. And finally I discovered a chair, just\nvacated by a stout old lady, for whom the breezes had become\ntoo cold, and I carried it near hers and sat down. Again I\nlooked out toward the sea. The twilight had settled heavily\nand the pale moon could be seen if one looked long and sharply\ntowards the grayish skies."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "342", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\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.\n\n\"I turned to her and looked her straight in the face. I\nlooke'd into her big blue eyes. She gazed at me. I don't know\nwhy but I simply had to speak to her. 'My name is Courtland,'\nI said. 'Wont you please talk to me?? Tell me your first\nname.' She did not hesitate a second. A very quiet melodious\nvoice said, 'I am Maude. Why are you here on this steamer?'\n\"And we talked, and we talked until the darkness had settled.\nIt was night. A million stars, clearly shining, glittering, hiding\nthemsdves behind clouds, and appearing again. The moon rose\nhigher and higher on its nightly travel. We didn't know that\nall the other people who had been on deck had gone below to\ntheir staterooms. It seemed to me? as if I had found the only\nother being besides myself occupying this world, seeing with\nthe eyes with which I see, talking with the voice and answering\nin the most sympathetic voice I had ever heard in my life the\nthoughts that I could never have spoken in words.\n\"What did we? talk about? About everything. About every-\nthing that ever interested me in my whole life. About my pro-\nfession and about the shadow sides of my calling; about beauti-\nful pictures and about the hurried noises that they call modern\nmusic; about her ambition, what she? desired to be. She told\nme about the picture she wanted to paint, perhaps in years,\nafter she had achieved what she wanted to achieve—a picture\nwhich would be so true, so pure? and so beautiful that a mother\nwould put it in the trunk of her departing daughter, the lover\ngive it to his bride as the most precious gift and the bad man,\nshould he stop and glance at it, would stop and look again and\nremember his mother; a picture? which would be reproduced in\nmillions of copies to be hung in the homes of the wealthy and\nin the small huts of the poor and in the cell of the man who\nserves a life sente?nce.\n\"And I told her about myself and about my connections with\nthe world; how I was disappointed in everything which I had\ndone for my own sake and successful in all those things I un-\ndertook in the interest of others. All loneliness was gone.\n\nRARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christinas 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."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[343]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.19", "texte": "•THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\nAT k QTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE AiJ 1 v/f\\ Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nHOLLIDAY\nWith FRED NIBLO as \"BILLY HOLLIDAY \"\nGREAT\nAMERICAN\nPLAY\nAT p k T\\TF\\I rn 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE V^Alli/Lir#l\\ Ere'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 AH-American Cast\nAT I Af*Dl7 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Lv/ll \\Jf\\Vsi\\JLi Eve'g, 8:30. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\n111 TRIIJMPHdy The Great Lover\n\nThe Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nand Cigarettes\ni Cigars\nBeneath Bruno s Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs\n\nThomas\nFweter\nGarrett\nDrawing\nPainting\nNo. Five\nBank St.\nIt is now possible for me\nto receive a few private\npupils in my studio at No.\nFive Bank Street in the\nafternoon from two until\nsix at one dollar a lesson\nDrawing\nPainting\nNo. Five\nBank St.\nThomas\nPweter\nGarrett\n<*m"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[344]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160101-01.1.20", "texte": "Ilonka Kaiasz\nCharles Epson's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, .2:15 p. in.\n\"Thursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\n2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}