{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_sha256": "10c2be96d5fb5e46daadb56c6c198d647e3f14c296fe65141854202cf37c1b7d", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/08_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/08_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.1", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 109, "fin_caractere_exclue": 122, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[347]", "page_fin": "[347]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Civilization", "titre_sommaire": "Civilization", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[347]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 454, "texte": "Civilization\nTom Sleeper\nSo then, to-morrow I will get up as usual—the same\nas yesterday, the day before ....\nAnd I will plod to my place at the bench that I may\npaste labels on tomato cans until dark . . . after-\nwards returning to a cold radiator, a few slices of\nbologna and an unmade bed.\nWorld without end—\nAmen."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[347]", "page_fin": "350", "image_debut": 3, "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "III. Peter Warren's Country-Place", "titre_sommaire": "III. Peter Warren's Country-Place", "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": "[347]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 456, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2280, "texte": "Greenwich Village of Yore\nIII. Peter Warren's Country-Place\n\nJpLYING his flag aboard the Launceston, commanding on the\nstation, and making such a brave show with his captured\nships, Captain—by courtesy Commodore—Warren cut a prodi-\ngiously fine figure here in New York about the year of grace\n1744; so fine, indeed, that never a man in the? whole Province\ncould be compared with him in dignity save only the Governor\nhimself. And under these brilliant circumstances it is not at\nall surprising that pretty Mistress Susannah De Lancey was\nquiW ready to complete his tale of \"Irishman's luck\" by giving\nhim in her own sweet person an heiress for a wife; nor that\nher excellent father—who already must have made a pot of\nmoney out of this most promising son-in-law—was more than\nready to give his consent to the match. It was about the time\nof the Commodore's marriage, probably, that he bought his\nGreenwich farm—a property of not far from three hundred\nacres; which was a little increased, later, by a gift of land\nvoted to him by the city in recognition of his achievement at\nLouisburg in 1745.\nPending the building of his country-seat, and probably also\nas a winter residence, Captain Warren occupied the Jay house\nnear the lower end of Broadway. One of the historians of\nNtfw York, falling violently afoul another historian of New\nYork, has asserted hotly that Captain Warren built and lived\nin the house, known as the Kennedy house, which long occupied\nthe site No. 1 Broadway. Heaven forbid that I should venture\nto thrust my gossiping nose (if so bold a metaphor may btf\ntolerated) into this archceological wrangle; but, with submission,\nit is necessary for my present purposes to assert positively that\nCaptain Warren had no more to do with the building of the\nKennedy house than he? had to do with the casting down of"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "348", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3093, "texte": "the walls of Jericho. In the English Records, under date of\nMay, 1745, is this entry: \"Ordered: That a straight line be\ndrawn from the south corner of the house of Mr. Augustus\nJay, now in the occupation of Peter Warren, Esquire, to the\nnorth corner of the house of Archibald Kennedy, fronting the\nBowling Green in Broadway, and that Mr. William Smith, who\nis now about to build a house (and all other persons who shall\nbuild between the two houses) lay their foundations and build\nconformably to the aforesaid line.\" This record, I concieve,\nfixes definitely Captain Warren's down-town residence, and\nalso sufficiently confirms the accepted genesis of the Kennedy\nhouse.\nConcerning the country-seat at Greenwich even the historians\nhave not very materially disagreed. It was built by Captain\nWarren on a scale of elegance appropriate to one who had only\nto drop across to the Leeward Islands and pick up a Spanish\nplate ship, or a few French West-Indiamen, in order to satisfy\nany bills which the carpenters and masons might send in; and\nthe establishment seems to have been maintained upon a footing\nof liberality in keeping with this easy way of securing a revenue.\nThe house stood about three? hundred yards back from the river,\non ground which fell away in a gentle slope toward the water-\nside. The main entrance was from the east; and at the rear—\non the of the drawing-room and a dozen feet or so above\nthe sloping hill-side—was a broad veranda commanding the\nview westward to the Jersey Highlands and southward down\nto bay clear to the Staten Island hills. I like to fancy my\nround little captain seated upon this veranda of placid sum-\nmer afternoons, smoking a comforting pipe after his mid-day\ndinner, and taking with it, perhaps, as sea-faring gentlemen\noften did in those days, a glass or two of substantial rum-and-\nwater to keep everything down under hatches well stowed. With\nwhat approving eyes must he have regarded the trimly kept\nlawns and gardens below him, and with what eyes of affection\nthe Launcesion, all a-taunto, lying out in the stream 1 Presently,\ndoubtless, the whiffs from his pipe came at longer and longer\nintervals, and at last entirely ceased—as the spirit which ani-\nmated his plumply prosperous body, lulled by its soft and mel-\nlowing surroundings, sank gently into peaceful sleep. And then\nI fapcy him, an hour or two later, wakened by Mistress Sue's\nplaying upon the harpsichord; and his saying handsome things\nto her (in his rich Irish brogue) when she comes from the\ndrawing-room to join him and they stand together—one of his\nstout little arms tucked snugly about her jimp waist—looking\nout across the gleaming river and the Elysian Fields, dark in\nshadow, at the glowing splendor of the sunset above the foot-\nhills of the Palisades.\nIt was in the year 1809 that Mr. Samuel Burling's highly\ninjudicious offer to plant the principal street of New York—\nfrom Leonard Street northward to the Greenwich Lane—with\npoplar-trees was accepted gratefully by the corporation, \"be-\ncause it will be an additional beauty to Broadway, the pride"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "349", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3121, "texte": "of our city;\" and the outcome of that particular piece of beauti-\nfying was to make Broadway look for a great many years after-\nwards like a street which had escaped from a Noah's ark.\nBut long before anybody had even dreamed that the Broad-\nway ever would be extended to these remote northern regions\nthe Warren farm had passefd from the possession not only of\nSir Peter, but also from the possession of his three daughters—\nCharlotte, Anne, and Susannah—who were his sole descendants\nand heirs. The admiral seems to have been but little in Amer-\nica during the later years of his life; and after 1747—when he\nwas elected a member of Parliament for the borough of West-\nminster—I find no authentic trace of him on this side of the\nAtlantic. But Lady Warren, while Sir Peter was spending the\nmost of his time at sea blazing away with his cannon at the\nFrench, very naturally continued to reside near her father and\nbrother here in New York; not until his election to Parlia-\nment, at which time he became a house-holder in London, did\nshe join him on the other side.\nDoubtless, also, consideration for her daughters—in the matter\nof schooling, and with a look ahead toward match-making\n—had much to do with hefr Ladyship's move. So far as match-\nmaking was concerned, the change of base enabled her to make\na very fair score—two, out of a possible three. Charlotte, the\neldest daughter, married Willoughby, Earl of Abingdon, and\nAnn, the second daughter, married Charles Fitzroy, afterward\nBaron Southampton: whereby is seen that real estate in New\nYork, coupled with a substantial bank account, gave as firm\nassurance? of a coronet sevenscore years ago as it does to-day.\nSusannah, the youngest daughter, was indiscreet enough, I fear,\nto make a mere love-match. She married a paltry colonel of\nfoot, one William Skinner—and presently diefd, as did also her\nhusband, leaving behind her a baby Susannah to inherit her\nthird of the chunky admiral's prize-moneys and lands.\nThe names of the? husbands of all three of these ladies be-\ncame attached to the property in New York. Skinner Road\nwas the present Christopher Street; Fitzroy Road ran north,\nnear the? line of the present Eighth Avenue, from about the\npresent Fourteenth Street to about the present Forty-second\nStreet; and the Abingdon Road (called also Love Lane), almost\non the line of the? present Twenty-first Street, connected what\nnow is Broadway with the Fitzroy Road and eventually was\nextended to the North River. The only survival of any of these\nnames is in Abingdon Square.\nThe deeds for the property in the Greenwich region all begin\nby reciting—with the old-womanly loquacity of deeds—the facts\nin regard to Sir Peter's issue set forth above; and in addition\ntell how his estate was partitioned by a procefss in which the\nsolemnity of legal procedure was mitigated by an agreeable dash\nof the dicing habits of the day:\"In pursuance of the powers\ngiven in the said antefnuptial deeds the trustees therein named, on\nMarch 31st, 1787, agreed upon a partition of the said lands,\nwhich agreement was with the approbation and consent of the"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "350", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1000, "texte": "cestui que trusts, to wit: Earl and Lady Abingdon, and Charles\nFitzroy and Ann his wife, the said Susannah Skinner the second\nnot theh having arrived at age. In making the partition the\npremises were divided into three parts on a survey made thereof\nand marked A. B. and C; and it was agreed that such partition\nshould be made by each of the trustees naming a person to\nthrow dice for and in behalf of their respective cestui que\ntrusts, and that the person who should throw the highest num-\nber should have pared A; the one who should throw the\nnext highest number should have parcel B; and the one who\nshould throw the lowest number should have parcel C—for\nthe persons whom they respectively represented: and the prem-\nises were partitioned accordingly.\"\nIt was on the lines of the map made for this partition that\nGreenwich went along easily and peacefully until it was brought\nup with a round turn, in the? year 1811, by the formation of the\npresent City Plan.\n\nThomas A. Janvier"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "350", "page_fin": "350", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Life: A Dream", "titre_sommaire": "Life: A Dream", "signature_source": "Robert Swasey", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "350", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1002, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2193, "texte": "Life: A Dream\nRobert Swasey.\nLIFE is a dream in which figures appear with all the\nirrelevancy of fantastic designs in ancient tapestry.\nFriefnds, figures, passing shadows of people, come and\nvanish. All a dream, and we sleep on.\nRealities come upon us in the most unexpected angles of life,\nbut their effetet passes, swiftly retreating as dream waifs\nflit across the edge of our fancy. Everything as in a dream.\nFaces that meant so much to us, dear faces that contained\nthe sum and all of our existence,—once! so vivid,—go into\nthe dim twilight of purple memories. All, as in a dream.\nThen shadowy thoughts are re-awakened, and in a phantasmagoria\nof strange events, we have again all we had lost; all that\nhad floated away in the mists of our imagination. All, as in\na dream.\nWeird combinations of people and things, as startling in\ntheir arrangement exotic pictures in clashing colours, come\nupon us and we are overwhelmed by the bounty of our lives\nwhich can produce such arabesques. W£ almost wake.\nBut the dream goes on; and the rush of worlds in great\ncycles of perfection, make no stranger sound than the quiet\ncurrents of these episodes in the? circles of our lives. We never\nawaken."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "351", "page_fin": "352", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "A Woman's Revenge", "titre_sommaire": "A Woman's Revenge", "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": "351", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2812, "texte": "A Woman's Revenge\nBy Guido Bruno\nTHE thin shadows of the dying day groped in hungry waves\ninto the room. Their pointed tongues reached after the\ncolor of the pictures and the glitter of the polished furniture.\nThe bevelled edges of the? mirror gleamed steel blue and reflected\nthe moving shadows of the wall, ghostly long and distorted.\nA table with bric-a-brac seemed a miniature graveyard with\ntombstones and monuments and hoveling clouds above. The\nslender pine trees out of the window and the dark heavens\nwith the yellow shimmer of the departing sun, suggested a\nfantastic painting by some Japanese artist.\nShe stood at the window. She pressed her forehead against\nthe glass till it became clouded from her breath and she looked\nat the sky. She observed how the deep yellow of the farthest\nhorizon changed into a violet gray, how it was losing constantly\nits color; how the oncoming darkness defined itself; and the\nclear deep blue of the heavens stood out creating for the con-\nstellations a fabulous Oriental background .... And the\nevening star blazed up and sparkled like a solitary diamond\nin the black hair of a beautiful woman. She observed hurrying\nmists like zealous couriers rushing hither and thither, and she\nwaited until a great misshapen cloud that had completely cov-\nered the entire picture swept away and was gone.\nShe listened to the murmuring voices of the physicians\nin the next room where her husband lay dying. She felt that\nthey were consulting together how to break the truth to her\nas gently as possible. The little watch in her girdle ticked\non and the beat of each second meant to her a step nearer the\nrealization of her one? desire—nearer the moment for which\nshe had been longing a lifetime.\nOften at night, lying in bed, she had folded her hands\nlike a pious child and had prayed: \"Dear God! Let me be\nwith him in his last hour and let me reckon with him!\"\nIt had happened just as she had imagined it would in\nher tormenting dreams. He lay in the next room wounded\nto death by one of the many husbands that he had betrayed.\nAnd again she folded her hands and prayed: \"Let me reckon\nwith him, Oh Lord! Don't let him die without my telling\neverything! Let me tell him how I hate him!\"\n\"I hate him, I hate him,\" thrilled every nerve of her\nexcited brain. Her ears listened enviously for the sound of\nsteps in the next room and her eyes were fixed on the door\nknob which would turn before they could come out. Would\nshe be able to speak to him—to the man that had destroyed\nher body, that had tormented her soul, that in every act of\nhis life had offended her. Would he regain consciousness if\nonly for a little while? Yes! Yes] . ._ . . He must! It\nwould be too terrible; she had waited a lifetime for just this\nmoment. She knew what she was going to say. In many"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "352", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1507, "texte": "sleepless nights she had rehearsed it; like a part in a play\nshe had repeated it over and over again. And she hated him!\nA thousand times more than she had ever love?d him. And\nhow she had loved him!\nShe was ashamed of this love and her hate and the con-\nsciousness of her rejected devotion mounted to fury.\nThe physicians had pressed her hand, had spoken to her\nin a quiet, professional way. The door stood open. She\ncrossed the threshold. She closed the door behind her. She\nthrust the portieres aside.\nThe clear light of the five-branched chandelier flooded\npeacefully over the white bed. The? Smyrna carpet that served\nas a plumeau softened the severity of the linen sheet.\nThe long, high-bred fingers of his bluef-veined hands played\nwith the knotted fringe of the rug. He raised his head from\nthe pillow; she saw how he tried to hide the signs of acute\nsuffering. He efven forced himself to smile and nodded to her.\n\"Come! Come nearer to me,\" he breathed, scarcely audibly.\nHe was conscious!\nShe could speak! The lines about his eyes that had always\nfascinated he?r were more strongly marked than ever. He\nwas very handsome. She looked away, up to the white ceiling.\n\"For the others he had had love. For her indifferent aloof-\nness, polite rejection \"\nShe? stepped nearer to the bed. She did not see the hand\nextended to her. She looked him straight in the eyes.\nHe drew back as the helpless one does when he gazes in\nthe? eyes of his merciless, determined murderer."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "352", "page_fin": "353", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.6", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "352", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1509, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2652, "texte": "In Our Village\nF sounds more like a tale of something that might have\nhappened some time in another age, somewhere—but surely\nfar remote from America—this story of Capt. George Edward\nHall, who painted Abraham Lincoln from life, who gave up\nhis art for the sake of a woman who had married him upon\nthis_ condition. Who went through the; years of excitement\nduring the War of Secession, as soldier and officer, who\nwas a pioneer of California—the father of orchards—in that\npart of the country which he had chosen for his home, and\nwho finally in the evening of his life, resumed the ambitions\nof his youth and became again a painter.\nHalf a century ago he had been in Greenwich Village and\nnow an old man, almost eighty years of age, with snow-white\nand venerable beard, but unhampered in vigor and En-\nthusiasm he came back; and his paintings, marvelous creations\nfrom out there where he tilled the soil, where he felt one with\nthe bigness of God's own country, will be on exhibition in\nBruno's Garret on Washington Square.\nOnly once in my life have I felt similarly looking at works\nof art. It was on the day that I viewed for the first time"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "353", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2591, "texte": "paintings by Cesanne. There is something strange to my eye\non his canvases. It seems realer and realer the longer we\nlook at it. It seetas to live, all at once, and if we turn and\nwalk out into life, the things on the street seem different,\nthey seem realer than ever before.\nCaptain Hall paintefd several portraits of Lincoln as he knew\nhim, after sketches made years and years ago from life. There\nis a portrait of Nancy Hanks, Lincoln's mother. There are\nmarine scenes and sunsets, and then his forests, the? trees he\nloved so much and the house which he built with his own\nhands from trees he had chopped down himself. Captain Hall's\nexhibition comprises twenty paintings which will be on vidw\nfrom January 10th, until January 24th.\nSadakichi Hartmann will shortly make an appearance in\nGreenwich Village and will read two of his dramas on January\n18th, and January 19th, in Bruno's Garret. He will read his\n\"Christ,\" on January 18th, and his \"Buddha,\" on January 19th.\nBoth plays created great sensation in the efarly '90s, and it was\nmostly due to the persecution to which Sadakichi was exposed\nafter publishing \"Christ.\" That he did not have a universal\nsuccess prophecied his talent and genius. There are only fifty\nseats reserved for each of these readings and those who desire\nto hear Sadakichi are advised to communicate, at their earliest\nconvenience, with Bruno's Garret.\nThe first exhibition of \"The Eclectics,\" a group of sculptors\nand painters of Greenwich Village, is on view at present at\nthe? Folsom Galleries. Marie Apel, she who did the Astor\nbaby in bronze and a good bust of Sadakichi, is represented\nwith some of her late work and most assuredly her best work.\nKirk Towns, of Dallas, Texas, and formerly of Chicago,\nspent the Christmas holidays in New York, and the? greater\npart of his time in the? Village. Mr. Towns, who is the best-\nknown baritone in the West, was one of the victims at a\ncertain New Year's Evening party which had been supposed\nto be a fancy dress ball, and was not in reality. Was it a\njoke or was it a misunderstanding of some sort?—but this\nis what happened: two women and three men—and Kirk\nTowns was one of them—were, all New Year's day, feverishly\nengaged in finishing some costumes designed by Clara Tice,\nand succeeded in getting them ready just in time to be a little\nbit late at the fancy dress ball.\nWell, it wasn't. It was a very correct reception, and it was a\nrather delicate situation: the small fancy dressed party among\nold ladies and gefntlemen and some young ones too, who had\ncome to attend a social function."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "354", "page_fin": "354", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Edison To American Musicians", "titre_sommaire": "Edison To American Musicians", "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": "354", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1842, "texte": "Edison To American Musicians\nsurely must be among the thousands of musicians\nin New York—and it is safe to say hundreds of thousands\nin the United States—men who are taking the old masters of the\nworld for fundamental knowledge and worshipful reverie but\nfeel the throbbing life around them—who feel its music, its\ntragedy, its romance, and who are endeavoring to express them-\nselves through their medium: music. The far West, the\nBad Lands, the deserts, that wonderful quiet and peace ,the\ngrandeur of Nature, the solitude of a man, a lone traveler;\nthen again the! buzzing life of the busy industrious oity.\nShouldn't the noises, the roaring and the moaning whict( fill\nthe air of our cities impress the creative genius of a musician,\nshouldn't all that that is distinctively American call forth an\necho in the soul of the artist? There surely must be American\nmusic, right at this moment. It only has not had a chance to\nfind its way to its right possessor: the American public.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre invites every American com-\nposer and musician to take advantage of its opportunities.\nEverybody will be considered equally seriously.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre? does not endeavor to produce\nmasterpieces or to detect geniuses, in other words, to create\nsensational successes. The artist is equally frete to step before\nthe public, as the people—his audience—are free to come and to\nlike or to dislike. To have an audience! must be the most cher-\nished desire of every artist, and he who takes his art seriously\nwill welcome his audience as his critics. Because therg is no\nadmission fee charged and everybody welcome as long as there\nare seats and standing capacity, the audietoce is comprised of\na combination of people who resemble truly the American\npeople at large to whom every artist wishes to appeal finally."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "354", "page_fin": "355", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "354", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1844, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2765, "texte": "Passing Paris\n\nParis, December Ist.\nGALLIENI, our new Minister of War, chases\nafter such citizens as may still be \"embuscaded,\" like\na terrier after rats. He is supported in his zeal by those people\nwho in their claim for justice may commit many injustices and\nwho call what is really, perhaps, envy and revenge by that\nmock tetm which is served up to all purposes: \"equality.\"\nMany a delicate young constitution has been irrevocably com-\npromised, lost perhaps, owing to the next door neighbor's or\nconcierge's craving after \"equality,\" expressed through anony-\nmous letters addressed to the Ministry or corps commander.\nIn the slacker regime favouritism may or may not be respon-\nsible for the acquittal of some culpable ones, in the severer\nmany innocent ones are! condemned. Which is the better rule?\nI know a young man who, after having been wounded on ac-\ntive service, has been given some post in the rear. He dare"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "355", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1562, "texte": "not come home to sptfnd Sundays with his wife and two little\nchildren because of the neighbours wanting so much to know\n\"why\" he has so many holidays, \"why\" he is not at the front,\netc. So they have to meet in secret in some district where he is\nnot known to the shrews prying at their windows.\nAnd yet those—few, it is true, they are—who are influcfntially\nconnected and want to \"get off\" do. The Intransigeant asked\nopenly the other day why the son of a celebrated poet—appar-\nently sufficiently able-bodied, if not for active service, at least\nfor a post at the rear—found nothing better to do than to\nperform in his father's plays for the benefit of wounded, etc.\nA certain sturdy-looking actor, son of an actor, seems equally\nimmune? from the general rule. But the position of these is\nnot to be envied either now or in the future.\nThe men whose health keeps them in the so-called auxiliary\nservice have, notwithstanding, a very hard time. Long presence\nhours, as is the custom in other spheres of French life, are\ndemanded of them; those working in offices, for instance, have\nten-hour days (at Sometimes the labour is manual,\nsometimes clerical. The discipline is as severe as in the active\nranks, perhaps even more so, and life in barracks is anything\nbut luxurious. Though they may be spared from peril, these\nmen do their duty in proportion to their physical capacities'.\nIt is a monotonous round indeed to which they are harnessed\nand bringing neither \"sport\" nor glory.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "355", "page_fin": "355", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Smiles", "titre_sommaire": "Smiles", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "355", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1564, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2235, "texte": "Smiles\nTom Sleeper\nCHE was with me last night smiling across the table. Her eyes\nhad been moist when, earlier, she had told me that \"never,\nnever,—come what might\" would she forsake me.\nThe waiter came with the coffee and afterwards I gave her a\nlittle Chinese coin. This, too, she would \"always\" keep with her\nas a love? token. But quite accidentally it slipped out of her hand\nwhile I was showing her another bubble, a sea-green emerald\nbrought from India, the gift of Rajah Mahil. The little coin\nwent bounding away over the tile floor and was lost forever in\nsome crack.\nA thought crossed my mind for a half a moment . . .\nthen I smiled at her again across the table."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "355", "page_fin": "355", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "TWO DESERT SONGS", "titre_sommaire": "TWO DESERT SONGS", "signature_source": "Florence Lowe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "355", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 2237, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2554, "texte": "TWO DESERT SONGS\nFlorence Lowe\nThe Stars are white fire\nThat has died and crumbled',\nInto a thousand pieces\nClear and unimpassioned\nYet even they falter\nAnd fall\nLet them, what does it matter?\nOnce I stood very near\nA pale intense presence\nThat was Love\nVery near\n\\fy very speech was gone—l felt,\nAnd now\nI am lonely."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "356", "page_fin": "357", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.11", "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": "356", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2994, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nT. HANSON, Jr., has written an early life of John\nHoward Payne with contemporary letters heretofore un-\npublished. There is just one objection I have to the remarkable\nwork Mr. Hanson did in the vindication of that American genius\nwho gave us our most loved home song, who was one of the\ngreatest American actors and the first American dramatist whose\nwork found appreciation and success in England: the book is\nprinted privately in a very limited edition and only for compli-\nmentary distribution. Very much persecuted by his contempor-\naries, grossly misunderstood by those who formulated the opinion\nof future generations, Payne was and is—like Poe—a much\nabused and misunderstood personality. And just his early life\nshows us the struggles and heartaches of the boy whose later life\nwe can understand now so much better.\nOf great interest are his experiences as editor, publisher and\nproprietor of a dramatic and literary paper in New York, which\nhe founded at the age of thirteen and conducted anonymously.\nHe succeeded in being taken seriously by the leading\nnewspapers and magazines, and even by Mr. William Coleman,\nthe severe editor of the Post.\n\"In Boston, when Payne had been deprived of his favorite\namusement he had had recourse to his pen; so, in New York,\nwhen he found a like condition awaiting him he decided to\nmeet it as he had in Boston; and on December 28, 1805,\nanonymously appeared the first number of a little weekly pub-\nlication, entitled the Thespian Mirror, printed for the Editor by\nSouthwick and Hardcastle, No. 2 Wall Street.\n\"As note'd in his introduction, it was the purpose of the\nEditor in presenting the sheet to the 'enlightened citizens of\nNew York,' to exhibit, 'a specimen in matter and manner of\nwork, which on sufficient encouragement, would be issued in\nthe metropolis; the work to comprehend a collection of interest-\ning documents relative to the stage, and its performers; chiefly\nintended to promote the interests of the American Drama,\nand to eradicate false impressions respecting its nature, objects,\ndesign and tendency of Theatrical Amusements.\"\n\"It had at first been Payne's plan to issue a literary paper,\nand without communicating his plan he had composed a pros-\npectus for a publication to be known as the Pastime, intended\nfor the perusal of youth only. After some reflection, con-\nsidering the existing number of papers called 'literary,' and\nbelieving the habits of the citizens of New York—as stated in\nNo. XIV, of the Thespian Mirror, 'better calculated to en-\ncourage a work more intimately connected with the prevailing\nthirst for pleasure,' he had recourse to his favorite topic, and\nstruck the plan of the Thespian Mirror. He seems to have\nsecured pecuniary supplies which enabled him to enter upon\nthe work; the printers were applied to; and it was but three\ndays from the moment of the first projection to that of pub-\nlication—a period more inconsiderable when it is remembered"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "357", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2417, "texte": "that the only time at his command was before eight in the\nmorning and after eight in the evening. Thretf young gentlemen,\ntwo of them fellow clerks in the store, were alone entrusted\nwith the secret.\n\"Following the? issue of the first number a few subscribers\nappeared and such complimentary notice was given to the\nMirror by the newspapers, that Payne was encouraged to\nproceed.\"\nIn Which\nThe little monthly in which Norman Geddes, in Detroit \"says\njust what he thinks,\" contains a good reproduction of Van Dyck's\nfamous painting, \"St. Martin Cutting his Mantel and Sharing it\nwith a Poor Man\". The masterpiece is a gift to the people of the\nUnited States from Mr. Charles Lefon Cardon, the noted artist\nand connoisseur of Brussels, Belgium, in recognition of the\ngenerous sympathy and relief which has poured from the\nAmerican people during the last year. It was presented to the\nUnited States Minister, Brand Whitlock, a short time ago and\nwill be presented to this country on Washington's birthday.\nAccording to the wishes of the Government, it will be exhibited in\nthe large cities of the country and thefn find its permanent home in\nthe beautiful Toledo Museum of Art, of which Mr. Whitlock was\na trustee during his residence there.\nThe Wild Hawk\nHervey White, the editor's poem \"Ave Maria\", in the December\nissue, is a masterpiece. Its spirit is a unique combination of the\nwonderful devotion of a Catholic and a frank admiration of a\ntwentieth century man.\nThe Philosophy of Health\n\"A Stuffed Club\" appears under a ne?w name but edited\nby its old publisher, Dr. Tilden.\nOur Town\nOur namesake, the Greenwich in Connecticut, has a new\nmagazinel, a weekly which calls itself \"The Magazine News-\npaper of America's Ideal Suberb.\" Norman Talcoft wrote\nin the current issue an interesting comparison between Green-\nwich Village and Greenwich Town, and a fragrant bouquet did\nhe hand to our little! weekly in one of his November issues.\nBelated Thanks!\nBook-Plate Auction\nA well-known resident of Greenwich Village, Mr. Henry\nBlackwell, disposed last week of his collection of book-\nplates, comprising the richest representation of very scarce\nearly American book-plates in an auction held in the \"Col-\nlectors' Club.\" Many originals by American engravers and\nartists of fame were in the collection. Mr. Blackwell is\nwriting at present a book on American Book-Plates Previous\nto the War of Secession."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "358", "page_fin": "358", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Newark Wishes To Attract Poets", "titre_sommaire": "Newark Wishes To Attract Poets", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "358", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2051, "texte": "Newark Wishes To Attract Poets\nfHE Committee of One Hundred offers a series of prizes, ag-\ngregating $1,000, for poems on Newark and its 250 th An-\nniversary and plans to publish the best of the poems submitted\nin a volume to be entitled, \"Newark's Anniversary Poems.\"\nIn this competition all the poets of our country are invited\nto participate.\nThe prize poem on Newark and its Anniversary may touch\non any or all of such topics as, the City's historic aspects, its\nrapid industrial development, its civic and educational features,\nthe? chief purpose of its celebration,—which is, to develop a\nwider and deeper public spirit.\nNewark is not all industries, smoke, rush and din. It is a\ngreat center of production and in its special field of work is\nalert and progressive. But it has also beautiful homes, fine\nparks, admirable schools, a useful library. Its thousands of\nshade trees are the envy of many cities. The cleanliness of its\nhighways surprises even the Newarker himself. It has a good\ngovernment, churches in plenty and many worthy clubs and\nsocieties. Art and science, even, are not altogether neglected\nhere. Newark is an old town, solid and conservative and tena-\ncious of certain old time peculiarities. Newark, with 400,000\npeople, the largest city in New Jersey, though known to all\nthe world as a producer of honest goods, is still to that same\nworld quite unknown as to its own special quality among Ameri-\ncan cities. Will the poet, the man of insight and of prophecy,\nkindly come? forth and discover her to the world and to herself?\nThere are many interesting phases in Newark's life and in its\ncelebration. All are within the field of the inspiration of the\npoet we are seeking. To make our volume interesting, its\nverses should touch on a wide range of subjects. The wits\nas well as the philosophers have their opportunity here. We\nthink our city already quite? worthy! Now we seek a poet who\nshall make us famous! If with him comes one who makes us\nludicrous—and he does it well—to him also we can award a\nprize!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "358", "page_fin": "358", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Replated Platitudes", "titre_sommaire": "Replated Platitudes", "signature_source": "Julius Doerner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "358", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 2053, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2646, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nThe penalty of being a generation ahead of your time, is\nto become the fool of your generation, to become perchance,\nthe prophet of all future generations.\nThose who, having no business, make a business of pur-\nsuing activities which have no purpose give a purpose to\nthose who make a business of pursuing those whose life has\nno purpose.\nYes, \"knowledge is power\" if whoever has the knowledge\nalso has the power to correlate that knowledge to the needs\nof the world; especially so much of the world as has the\npower to pay for the satisfaction of its needs."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "359", "page_fin": "359", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.14", "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": 15, "page_imprimee": "359", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 29, "texte": "Ilonka Karasz"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "359", "page_fin": "359", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Prayer", "titre_sommaire": "Prayer", "signature_source": "H. Thompson Rich", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "359", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 31, "fin_caractere_exclue": 717, "texte": "Prayer\nBy H. Thompson Rich\nFront \"The Red Shame\"—Bruno Chap Books for January\nEurope is all one tomb! The awful words\nMake the most hardened ones among us sigh;\nAnd still the soldier multitudes come by,\nCold legions with their lifeMblood turned to curds.\nFor they have seen their fellows' desperate herds\nStumble upon the stricken plain and die;\nAnd they have known the! buzzards' harsh cry—\nAnd they have? missed the music of the birds.\nGod send us healing pity of green grass,\nAnd heartening of flowers, and help of trees,\nTo bury The Red Shame forever more;\nAnd they whose bodies perish, they who pass\nOut of the World and over unknown seas—\nSend them forgetfulness of Death and War,"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "360", "page_fin": "360", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "A Guest", "titre_sommaire": "A Guest", "signature_source": "Heroichiro K. Myderco", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "360", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1648, "texte": "Phantasies\nA Guest\nBy Heroichiro K. Myderco\n\nQNLY yesterday a guest came and praised the flower of our\nhumble? garden; today the guest is no more with us. We\nsee the tiny quilt upon which he sat, the tea-cup from which hi\ndrank his tea, the square fire-box in which he dropped the ashes\nfrom his pipe, and upon them all the sad airy shower of\nchefrry-blossoms.\nShall we call Death a mystery? Then, surely, our guest's\nlife consecrated to art and its love, is far more mysterious\nthan his death. Whereof we stretch our vain hands and stare\nat the abyss of Eternity, claiming for a trifle more token of\nhis heart, we gain naught but a grave and sunburnt wreath\ntattered in shreds. We must turn to ourselves to love him.\nSuch a sympathetic guest was he that after he was gone wtf\nall became conscious of ourselves, and our life became full-\nlimbed and whole-souled. Out of a thousand who came from\nthe West, he alone? remained with us, virtuous, brave and\nsmiling. If his love to us were noble and manly, if his death\nwere sad and heroic, what did we give him as the token of our\nsoul's gratitude? We are ashamed to disclose our face* before\nhim, save in one instance, when we know that he is still loving\nus beyond the maze of Death. Such was the coming and passing\nof a guest to our garden, and the flowers are\" lonelier now\nwithout him.\nThe rain beats against the boughs of trees, and the roof\nis wet; I come down from my seat and pick up a name-card\nfrom the empty quilt upon which he sat ye?sterday. It is heavy\nlike a leaf of sea-weed. On its surface I read the name of our\nguest . . . 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We\nsee the tiny quilt upon which he sat, the tea-cup from which hi\ndrank his tea, the square fire-box in which he dropped the ashes\nfrom his pipe, and upon them all the sad airy shower of\nchefrry-blossoms.\nShall we call Death a mystery? Then, surely, our guest's\nlife consecrated to art and its love, is far more mysterious\nthan his death. Whereof we stretch our vain hands and stare\nat the abyss of Eternity, claiming for a trifle more token of\nhis heart, we gain naught but a grave and sunburnt wreath\ntattered in shreds. We must turn to ourselves to love him.\nSuch a sympathetic guest was he that after he was gone wtf\nall became conscious of ourselves, and our life became full-\nlimbed and whole-souled. Out of a thousand who came from\nthe West, he alone? remained with us, virtuous, brave and\nsmiling. If his love to us were noble and manly, if his death\nwere sad and heroic, what did we give him as the token of our\nsoul's gratitude? We are ashamed to disclose our face* before\nhim, save in one instance, when we know that he is still loving\nus beyond the maze of Death. Such was the coming and passing\nof a guest to our garden, and the flowers are\" lonelier now\nwithout him.\nThe rain beats against the boughs of trees, and the roof\nis wet; I come down from my seat and pick up a name-card\nfrom the empty quilt upon which he sat ye?sterday. It is heavy\nlike a leaf of sea-weed. On its surface I read the name of our\nguest . . . 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I was a new man. I longed for the city—\nto go back to those surroundings I had left, a few hours ago»\ndissatisfied with myself—not contested with my lot and no pros-\npects for a change for the better at all.\n\"But now I wanted to go back to do things and there were\nlots of things I wanted to do. I felt instinctively that there was\nin me just the thing that she seemed to lack. With the sharp\nknowledge of the physician I realized what she needed to achieve\nthe success at which she was aiming. She needed a strong man,\nwho could be able to create the concentration in her which she\ndid not have—who could make her see things as they ought to\nbe seen by other people. All my life I had collected beautiful\nthings and guarded them—pictures and precious stoncfe and bric-\na-bracs. How I wished I could let her see those things because"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "361", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2927, "texte": "I knew she could appreciate them. She wanted to know Every-\nthing about myself and she had such a fine understanding that\nshe guessed what I didn't care to speak about. She didn't know\nmv name. I didn't know hers.\n•r\n\"The time for parting came.\n\" 'Shall we meet again ?\" I asked.\n\"'Shall we? yes, we shall,' she said. 'Tomorrow if it\nrains I shall be at the Ashland Drug store at 2 o'clock. When\nit rains I have a headache and I'll need those tablets and also you\nmight help me if you wish to. I don't want to know your last\nname and don't you ever ask me mine. And now, here's my bag-\ngage check. Please assist me in getting off the steamer and\nthen promise! not to look when I go.'\n\"That night I went home and prayed fervently that it might\nrain the? next day. I felt like a young boy. I have hated the\nname of Maude as long as I can remember. When a little boy,\nI once had a governess—the most dreadful old maid you can\nimagine. Her name was Maude—and she knew how to make\nme perfectly unhappy. That night I started to love that name.\nI acted very silly. I was thinking of all the things I wanted to\nshow her, that I wanted to talk to her about and I awoke the\nnext morning and glorious sunshine poured into the room. When\nI raised the curtain, I felt dreadfully unhappy.\n\"I performed my duties as usual that day but everything\nseemed to carry a greater happiness, the day was brighter,\nafter I remembered the cheerful and original remarks Maude\nhad made about my work the previous day.\n\"I had a very important appointment for two o'clock in the\nafternoon. I arranged to have it postponed. It was the finest\nday you could imagine. There were no signs of coming rain.\nBut I believed with all my heart that there would be a rain\nbecause I could not grasp the thought that I should never\nsee! her again. And as there was no rain, but shine, I went\nup anyhow. I entered the store and there she was. She seemed\nembarrassed for a second. I could not make out why. Because\nI had come in spite of the sunshine? Or because she was\nthere herself?\n\" 'I just dropped into telephone and have purchased a slug,'\nshe said, 'but I don't care to phone now,' and she showed me\nthe slug to show me there was no other purpose in her entering\nthe store. And I thought, 'how silly,' and took the slug out of\nher hand and put it in my pocket. I wanted to keep it. I like\nlittle things with a lot of memories attached to them. I am\nstill keeping it in my pocket now.\n\"That was yesterday, Kenneth, and you don't know how\ncharming she was, and how I felt the more that she was the\nwoman made for me. Made for me so that we could perfect one\nanother! And again we parted, not knowing who we really\nwere. But we wanted to meet tomorrow and spend the fore-\nnoon in one of those quaint little suburbs near Chicago. Can\nyou imagine, Kenneth, what I felt when you purchased that\nhorrid pink newspaper? And there I saw the face I had dreamed"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "362", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 635, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2565, "texte": "of all day. And the line telling me her name? And those\nsincere-looking eyefs had lied to me? That she had not only\nplayed for a pastime with the most sacred feeling of a man,\nbut had lowered herself to forget that she was the wife of\nanother man? And do you know what I must hav£ felt to know\nthat this woman—who was my constant thought since I met\nher, for whom I wished to do all the things we think of doing\nfor those whom we wish to see happy—that this woman was at\nthe present time in her home somewhefre in Chicago, paralyzed\nwith pain, uncertain about the safety of her husband?\n\"I wonder, Kenneth, if she is sitting right now in a dark\ncorner of an unlighted room somewhefre and living through\ndreadful hours of remorse? Through those hours when man and\nwoman who never have believed in a God, wonder whether\nthere is not a punishment of Sin. Does she not think that\nthis is a punishment for her Sin?\n\"The loveliest women are charming liars. But why did she\ntell me all those things? How rotten her soul must He. If\nshe is able to talk about the most sublime:, about the highest\nthings, looking into the admiring eyes of a man—listening to\nhis devoted speeches and knowing in the bottom of her heart,\nt have no right to look and listen!' How vile she? must be.\"\n\"My dear fellow,\" said Kenneth, looking his friend in the\neyes after listening intently, and without having dared to change\nhis position, \"I would not judge her too quickly. Aref you\nnot mistaken? Are you sure it is she you met? Pardon me—\nit seems to be rude, but I don't believe you when you say\nshe is vile. I know you too wefll* and when you speak about some\none as you spoke about her, she must possess exceptional qual-\nities. You did not even tell me that she is beautiful! But you\ntold me her aim in life. Do you really believe that a woman\nsuch as you describe could change as quickly in reality as in\nyour own mind? I think you do her an injustice.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[363]", "page_fin": "[363]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.18", "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": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 34, "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[363]", "page_fin": "[363]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.19", "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": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 36, "fin_caractere_exclue": 286, "texte": "AT k CTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE AO i l/H Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. 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Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE IAINLJLEiK. Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[363]", "page_fin": "[363]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.21", "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": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 512, "fin_caractere_exclue": 766, "texte": "Thomas\nPweter „ ■\nr\\ . m No. Five\nbarrett Bankst.\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\nJSg Thomas\nPweter\nmf\nNo. rive r% ~\nBankst. barreit"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[363]", "page_fin": "[363]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 768, "fin_caractere_exclue": 936, "texte": "AT I AWf A ror 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Eve'g,B:3o. Matinees,Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\n111 TRIIJMPHdy The Great Lover"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[363]", "page_fin": "[363]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 938, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1060, "texte": "The Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nCigars and Cigarettes\nBeneath Bruno's Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-08-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[364]", "page_fin": "[364]", "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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.2.24", "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": "[364]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 597, "texte": "Ilonka Kavasz\nCharles Edison'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. m.\n\"Thursday, 8:15 p. m.\nIFriday,\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.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\n8:15 p. m.\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=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents January Bth, 1916\nN.S.E.\n\nIlonka Karasz"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[346]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.2", "texte": "READERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues Two Dollars"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[347]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 2\nJANUARY Bth, MCMXVI\nVol. II\nCopyright 1915 by Guide Bruno\n\nCivilization\nTom Sleeper\nSo then, to-morrow I will get up as usual—the same\nas yesterday, the day before ....\nAnd I will plod to my place at the bench that I may\npaste labels on tomato cans until dark . . . after-\nwards returning to a cold radiator, a few slices of\nbologna and an unmade bed.\nWorld without end—\nAmen.\n\nGreenwich Village of Yore\nIII. Peter Warren's Country-Place\n\nJpLYING his flag aboard the Launceston, commanding on the\nstation, and making such a brave show with his captured\nships, Captain—by courtesy Commodore—Warren cut a prodi-\ngiously fine figure here in New York about the year of grace\n1744; so fine, indeed, that never a man in the? whole Province\ncould be compared with him in dignity save only the Governor\nhimself. And under these brilliant circumstances it is not at\nall surprising that pretty Mistress Susannah De Lancey was\nquiW ready to complete his tale of \"Irishman's luck\" by giving\nhim in her own sweet person an heiress for a wife; nor that\nher excellent father—who already must have made a pot of\nmoney out of this most promising son-in-law—was more than\nready to give his consent to the match. It was about the time\nof the Commodore's marriage, probably, that he bought his\nGreenwich farm—a property of not far from three hundred\nacres; which was a little increased, later, by a gift of land\nvoted to him by the city in recognition of his achievement at\nLouisburg in 1745.\nPending the building of his country-seat, and probably also\nas a winter residence, Captain Warren occupied the Jay house\nnear the lower end of Broadway. One of the historians of\nNtfw York, falling violently afoul another historian of New\nYork, has asserted hotly that Captain Warren built and lived\nin the house, known as the Kennedy house, which long occupied\nthe site No. 1 Broadway. Heaven forbid that I should venture\nto thrust my gossiping nose (if so bold a metaphor may btf\ntolerated) into this archceological wrangle; but, with submission,\nit is necessary for my present purposes to assert positively that\nCaptain Warren had no more to do with the building of the\nKennedy house than he? had to do with the casting down of"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "348", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe walls of Jericho. In the English Records, under date of\nMay, 1745, is this entry: \"Ordered: That a straight line be\ndrawn from the south corner of the house of Mr. Augustus\nJay, now in the occupation of Peter Warren, Esquire, to the\nnorth corner of the house of Archibald Kennedy, fronting the\nBowling Green in Broadway, and that Mr. William Smith, who\nis now about to build a house (and all other persons who shall\nbuild between the two houses) lay their foundations and build\nconformably to the aforesaid line.\" This record, I concieve,\nfixes definitely Captain Warren's down-town residence, and\nalso sufficiently confirms the accepted genesis of the Kennedy\nhouse.\nConcerning the country-seat at Greenwich even the historians\nhave not very materially disagreed. It was built by Captain\nWarren on a scale of elegance appropriate to one who had only\nto drop across to the Leeward Islands and pick up a Spanish\nplate ship, or a few French West-Indiamen, in order to satisfy\nany bills which the carpenters and masons might send in; and\nthe establishment seems to have been maintained upon a footing\nof liberality in keeping with this easy way of securing a revenue.\nThe house stood about three? hundred yards back from the river,\non ground which fell away in a gentle slope toward the water-\nside. The main entrance was from the east; and at the rear—\non the of the drawing-room and a dozen feet or so above\nthe sloping hill-side—was a broad veranda commanding the\nview westward to the Jersey Highlands and southward down\nto bay clear to the Staten Island hills. I like to fancy my\nround little captain seated upon this veranda of placid sum-\nmer afternoons, smoking a comforting pipe after his mid-day\ndinner, and taking with it, perhaps, as sea-faring gentlemen\noften did in those days, a glass or two of substantial rum-and-\nwater to keep everything down under hatches well stowed. With\nwhat approving eyes must he have regarded the trimly kept\nlawns and gardens below him, and with what eyes of affection\nthe Launcesion, all a-taunto, lying out in the stream 1 Presently,\ndoubtless, the whiffs from his pipe came at longer and longer\nintervals, and at last entirely ceased—as the spirit which ani-\nmated his plumply prosperous body, lulled by its soft and mel-\nlowing surroundings, sank gently into peaceful sleep. And then\nI fapcy him, an hour or two later, wakened by Mistress Sue's\nplaying upon the harpsichord; and his saying handsome things\nto her (in his rich Irish brogue) when she comes from the\ndrawing-room to join him and they stand together—one of his\nstout little arms tucked snugly about her jimp waist—looking\nout across the gleaming river and the Elysian Fields, dark in\nshadow, at the glowing splendor of the sunset above the foot-\nhills of the Palisades.\nIt was in the year 1809 that Mr. Samuel Burling's highly\ninjudicious offer to plant the principal street of New York—\nfrom Leonard Street northward to the Greenwich Lane—with\npoplar-trees was accepted gratefully by the corporation, \"be-\ncause it will be an additional beauty to Broadway, the pride"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "349", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof our city;\" and the outcome of that particular piece of beauti-\nfying was to make Broadway look for a great many years after-\nwards like a street which had escaped from a Noah's ark.\nBut long before anybody had even dreamed that the Broad-\nway ever would be extended to these remote northern regions\nthe Warren farm had passefd from the possession not only of\nSir Peter, but also from the possession of his three daughters—\nCharlotte, Anne, and Susannah—who were his sole descendants\nand heirs. The admiral seems to have been but little in Amer-\nica during the later years of his life; and after 1747—when he\nwas elected a member of Parliament for the borough of West-\nminster—I find no authentic trace of him on this side of the\nAtlantic. But Lady Warren, while Sir Peter was spending the\nmost of his time at sea blazing away with his cannon at the\nFrench, very naturally continued to reside near her father and\nbrother here in New York; not until his election to Parlia-\nment, at which time he became a house-holder in London, did\nshe join him on the other side.\nDoubtless, also, consideration for her daughters—in the matter\nof schooling, and with a look ahead toward match-making\n—had much to do with hefr Ladyship's move. So far as match-\nmaking was concerned, the change of base enabled her to make\na very fair score—two, out of a possible three. Charlotte, the\neldest daughter, married Willoughby, Earl of Abingdon, and\nAnn, the second daughter, married Charles Fitzroy, afterward\nBaron Southampton: whereby is seen that real estate in New\nYork, coupled with a substantial bank account, gave as firm\nassurance? of a coronet sevenscore years ago as it does to-day.\nSusannah, the youngest daughter, was indiscreet enough, I fear,\nto make a mere love-match. She married a paltry colonel of\nfoot, one William Skinner—and presently diefd, as did also her\nhusband, leaving behind her a baby Susannah to inherit her\nthird of the chunky admiral's prize-moneys and lands.\nThe names of the? husbands of all three of these ladies be-\ncame attached to the property in New York. Skinner Road\nwas the present Christopher Street; Fitzroy Road ran north,\nnear the? line of the present Eighth Avenue, from about the\npresent Fourteenth Street to about the present Forty-second\nStreet; and the Abingdon Road (called also Love Lane), almost\non the line of the? present Twenty-first Street, connected what\nnow is Broadway with the Fitzroy Road and eventually was\nextended to the North River. The only survival of any of these\nnames is in Abingdon Square.\nThe deeds for the property in the Greenwich region all begin\nby reciting—with the old-womanly loquacity of deeds—the facts\nin regard to Sir Peter's issue set forth above; and in addition\ntell how his estate was partitioned by a procefss in which the\nsolemnity of legal procedure was mitigated by an agreeable dash\nof the dicing habits of the day:\"In pursuance of the powers\ngiven in the said antefnuptial deeds the trustees therein named, on\nMarch 31st, 1787, agreed upon a partition of the said lands,\nwhich agreement was with the approbation and consent of the"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "350", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncestui que trusts, to wit: Earl and Lady Abingdon, and Charles\nFitzroy and Ann his wife, the said Susannah Skinner the second\nnot theh having arrived at age. In making the partition the\npremises were divided into three parts on a survey made thereof\nand marked A. B. and C; and it was agreed that such partition\nshould be made by each of the trustees naming a person to\nthrow dice for and in behalf of their respective cestui que\ntrusts, and that the person who should throw the highest num-\nber should have pared A; the one who should throw the\nnext highest number should have parcel B; and the one who\nshould throw the lowest number should have parcel C—for\nthe persons whom they respectively represented: and the prem-\nises were partitioned accordingly.\"\nIt was on the lines of the map made for this partition that\nGreenwich went along easily and peacefully until it was brought\nup with a round turn, in the? year 1811, by the formation of the\npresent City Plan.\n\nThomas A. Janvier\n\nLife: A Dream\nRobert Swasey.\nLIFE is a dream in which figures appear with all the\nirrelevancy of fantastic designs in ancient tapestry.\nFriefnds, figures, passing shadows of people, come and\nvanish. All a dream, and we sleep on.\nRealities come upon us in the most unexpected angles of life,\nbut their effetet passes, swiftly retreating as dream waifs\nflit across the edge of our fancy. Everything as in a dream.\nFaces that meant so much to us, dear faces that contained\nthe sum and all of our existence,—once! so vivid,—go into\nthe dim twilight of purple memories. All, as in a dream.\nThen shadowy thoughts are re-awakened, and in a phantasmagoria\nof strange events, we have again all we had lost; all that\nhad floated away in the mists of our imagination. All, as in\na dream.\nWeird combinations of people and things, as startling in\ntheir arrangement exotic pictures in clashing colours, come\nupon us and we are overwhelmed by the bounty of our lives\nwhich can produce such arabesques. W£ almost wake.\nBut the dream goes on; and the rush of worlds in great\ncycles of perfection, make no stranger sound than the quiet\ncurrents of these episodes in the? circles of our lives. We never\nawaken."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "351", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nA Woman's Revenge\nBy Guido Bruno\nTHE thin shadows of the dying day groped in hungry waves\ninto the room. Their pointed tongues reached after the\ncolor of the pictures and the glitter of the polished furniture.\nThe bevelled edges of the? mirror gleamed steel blue and reflected\nthe moving shadows of the wall, ghostly long and distorted.\nA table with bric-a-brac seemed a miniature graveyard with\ntombstones and monuments and hoveling clouds above. The\nslender pine trees out of the window and the dark heavens\nwith the yellow shimmer of the departing sun, suggested a\nfantastic painting by some Japanese artist.\nShe stood at the window. She pressed her forehead against\nthe glass till it became clouded from her breath and she looked\nat the sky. She observed how the deep yellow of the farthest\nhorizon changed into a violet gray, how it was losing constantly\nits color; how the oncoming darkness defined itself; and the\nclear deep blue of the heavens stood out creating for the con-\nstellations a fabulous Oriental background .... And the\nevening star blazed up and sparkled like a solitary diamond\nin the black hair of a beautiful woman. She observed hurrying\nmists like zealous couriers rushing hither and thither, and she\nwaited until a great misshapen cloud that had completely cov-\nered the entire picture swept away and was gone.\nShe listened to the murmuring voices of the physicians\nin the next room where her husband lay dying. She felt that\nthey were consulting together how to break the truth to her\nas gently as possible. The little watch in her girdle ticked\non and the beat of each second meant to her a step nearer the\nrealization of her one? desire—nearer the moment for which\nshe had been longing a lifetime.\nOften at night, lying in bed, she had folded her hands\nlike a pious child and had prayed: \"Dear God! Let me be\nwith him in his last hour and let me reckon with him!\"\nIt had happened just as she had imagined it would in\nher tormenting dreams. He lay in the next room wounded\nto death by one of the many husbands that he had betrayed.\nAnd again she folded her hands and prayed: \"Let me reckon\nwith him, Oh Lord! Don't let him die without my telling\neverything! Let me tell him how I hate him!\"\n\"I hate him, I hate him,\" thrilled every nerve of her\nexcited brain. Her ears listened enviously for the sound of\nsteps in the next room and her eyes were fixed on the door\nknob which would turn before they could come out. Would\nshe be able to speak to him—to the man that had destroyed\nher body, that had tormented her soul, that in every act of\nhis life had offended her. Would he regain consciousness if\nonly for a little while? Yes! Yes] . ._ . . He must! It\nwould be too terrible; she had waited a lifetime for just this\nmoment. She knew what she was going to say. In many"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "352", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\n\nsleepless nights she had rehearsed it; like a part in a play\nshe had repeated it over and over again. And she hated him!\nA thousand times more than she had ever love?d him. And\nhow she had loved him!\nShe was ashamed of this love and her hate and the con-\nsciousness of her rejected devotion mounted to fury.\nThe physicians had pressed her hand, had spoken to her\nin a quiet, professional way. The door stood open. She\ncrossed the threshold. She closed the door behind her. She\nthrust the portieres aside.\nThe clear light of the five-branched chandelier flooded\npeacefully over the white bed. The? Smyrna carpet that served\nas a plumeau softened the severity of the linen sheet.\nThe long, high-bred fingers of his bluef-veined hands played\nwith the knotted fringe of the rug. He raised his head from\nthe pillow; she saw how he tried to hide the signs of acute\nsuffering. He efven forced himself to smile and nodded to her.\n\"Come! Come nearer to me,\" he breathed, scarcely audibly.\nHe was conscious!\nShe could speak! The lines about his eyes that had always\nfascinated he?r were more strongly marked than ever. He\nwas very handsome. She looked away, up to the white ceiling.\n\"For the others he had had love. For her indifferent aloof-\nness, polite rejection \"\nShe? stepped nearer to the bed. She did not see the hand\nextended to her. She looked him straight in the eyes.\nHe drew back as the helpless one does when he gazes in\nthe? eyes of his merciless, determined murderer.\n\nIn Our Village\nF sounds more like a tale of something that might have\nhappened some time in another age, somewhere—but surely\nfar remote from America—this story of Capt. George Edward\nHall, who painted Abraham Lincoln from life, who gave up\nhis art for the sake of a woman who had married him upon\nthis_ condition. Who went through the; years of excitement\nduring the War of Secession, as soldier and officer, who\nwas a pioneer of California—the father of orchards—in that\npart of the country which he had chosen for his home, and\nwho finally in the evening of his life, resumed the ambitions\nof his youth and became again a painter.\nHalf a century ago he had been in Greenwich Village and\nnow an old man, almost eighty years of age, with snow-white\nand venerable beard, but unhampered in vigor and En-\nthusiasm he came back; and his paintings, marvelous creations\nfrom out there where he tilled the soil, where he felt one with\nthe bigness of God's own country, will be on exhibition in\nBruno's Garret on Washington Square.\nOnly once in my life have I felt similarly looking at works\nof art. It was on the day that I viewed for the first time"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "353", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npaintings by Cesanne. There is something strange to my eye\non his canvases. It seems realer and realer the longer we\nlook at it. It seetas to live, all at once, and if we turn and\nwalk out into life, the things on the street seem different,\nthey seem realer than ever before.\nCaptain Hall paintefd several portraits of Lincoln as he knew\nhim, after sketches made years and years ago from life. There\nis a portrait of Nancy Hanks, Lincoln's mother. There are\nmarine scenes and sunsets, and then his forests, the? trees he\nloved so much and the house which he built with his own\nhands from trees he had chopped down himself. Captain Hall's\nexhibition comprises twenty paintings which will be on vidw\nfrom January 10th, until January 24th.\nSadakichi Hartmann will shortly make an appearance in\nGreenwich Village and will read two of his dramas on January\n18th, and January 19th, in Bruno's Garret. He will read his\n\"Christ,\" on January 18th, and his \"Buddha,\" on January 19th.\nBoth plays created great sensation in the efarly '90s, and it was\nmostly due to the persecution to which Sadakichi was exposed\nafter publishing \"Christ.\" That he did not have a universal\nsuccess prophecied his talent and genius. There are only fifty\nseats reserved for each of these readings and those who desire\nto hear Sadakichi are advised to communicate, at their earliest\nconvenience, with Bruno's Garret.\nThe first exhibition of \"The Eclectics,\" a group of sculptors\nand painters of Greenwich Village, is on view at present at\nthe? Folsom Galleries. Marie Apel, she who did the Astor\nbaby in bronze and a good bust of Sadakichi, is represented\nwith some of her late work and most assuredly her best work.\nKirk Towns, of Dallas, Texas, and formerly of Chicago,\nspent the Christmas holidays in New York, and the? greater\npart of his time in the? Village. Mr. Towns, who is the best-\nknown baritone in the West, was one of the victims at a\ncertain New Year's Evening party which had been supposed\nto be a fancy dress ball, and was not in reality. Was it a\njoke or was it a misunderstanding of some sort?—but this\nis what happened: two women and three men—and Kirk\nTowns was one of them—were, all New Year's day, feverishly\nengaged in finishing some costumes designed by Clara Tice,\nand succeeded in getting them ready just in time to be a little\nbit late at the fancy dress ball.\nWell, it wasn't. It was a very correct reception, and it was a\nrather delicate situation: the small fancy dressed party among\nold ladies and gefntlemen and some young ones too, who had\ncome to attend a social function."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "354", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEdison To American Musicians\nsurely must be among the thousands of musicians\nin New York—and it is safe to say hundreds of thousands\nin the United States—men who are taking the old masters of the\nworld for fundamental knowledge and worshipful reverie but\nfeel the throbbing life around them—who feel its music, its\ntragedy, its romance, and who are endeavoring to express them-\nselves through their medium: music. The far West, the\nBad Lands, the deserts, that wonderful quiet and peace ,the\ngrandeur of Nature, the solitude of a man, a lone traveler;\nthen again the! buzzing life of the busy industrious oity.\nShouldn't the noises, the roaring and the moaning whict( fill\nthe air of our cities impress the creative genius of a musician,\nshouldn't all that that is distinctively American call forth an\necho in the soul of the artist? There surely must be American\nmusic, right at this moment. It only has not had a chance to\nfind its way to its right possessor: the American public.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre invites every American com-\nposer and musician to take advantage of its opportunities.\nEverybody will be considered equally seriously.\nThe Little Thimble Theatre? does not endeavor to produce\nmasterpieces or to detect geniuses, in other words, to create\nsensational successes. The artist is equally frete to step before\nthe public, as the people—his audience—are free to come and to\nlike or to dislike. To have an audience! must be the most cher-\nished desire of every artist, and he who takes his art seriously\nwill welcome his audience as his critics. Because therg is no\nadmission fee charged and everybody welcome as long as there\nare seats and standing capacity, the audietoce is comprised of\na combination of people who resemble truly the American\npeople at large to whom every artist wishes to appeal finally.\n\nPassing Paris\n\nParis, December Ist.\nGALLIENI, our new Minister of War, chases\nafter such citizens as may still be \"embuscaded,\" like\na terrier after rats. He is supported in his zeal by those people\nwho in their claim for justice may commit many injustices and\nwho call what is really, perhaps, envy and revenge by that\nmock tetm which is served up to all purposes: \"equality.\"\nMany a delicate young constitution has been irrevocably com-\npromised, lost perhaps, owing to the next door neighbor's or\nconcierge's craving after \"equality,\" expressed through anony-\nmous letters addressed to the Ministry or corps commander.\nIn the slacker regime favouritism may or may not be respon-\nsible for the acquittal of some culpable ones, in the severer\nmany innocent ones are! condemned. Which is the better rule?\nI know a young man who, after having been wounded on ac-\ntive service, has been given some post in the rear. He dare"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "355", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nnot come home to sptfnd Sundays with his wife and two little\nchildren because of the neighbours wanting so much to know\n\"why\" he has so many holidays, \"why\" he is not at the front,\netc. So they have to meet in secret in some district where he is\nnot known to the shrews prying at their windows.\nAnd yet those—few, it is true, they are—who are influcfntially\nconnected and want to \"get off\" do. The Intransigeant asked\nopenly the other day why the son of a celebrated poet—appar-\nently sufficiently able-bodied, if not for active service, at least\nfor a post at the rear—found nothing better to do than to\nperform in his father's plays for the benefit of wounded, etc.\nA certain sturdy-looking actor, son of an actor, seems equally\nimmune? from the general rule. But the position of these is\nnot to be envied either now or in the future.\nThe men whose health keeps them in the so-called auxiliary\nservice have, notwithstanding, a very hard time. Long presence\nhours, as is the custom in other spheres of French life, are\ndemanded of them; those working in offices, for instance, have\nten-hour days (at Sometimes the labour is manual,\nsometimes clerical. The discipline is as severe as in the active\nranks, perhaps even more so, and life in barracks is anything\nbut luxurious. Though they may be spared from peril, these\nmen do their duty in proportion to their physical capacities'.\nIt is a monotonous round indeed to which they are harnessed\nand bringing neither \"sport\" nor glory.\nExtract from a letter to\"The Egoist,\" London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska\n\nSmiles\nTom Sleeper\nCHE was with me last night smiling across the table. Her eyes\nhad been moist when, earlier, she had told me that \"never,\nnever,—come what might\" would she forsake me.\nThe waiter came with the coffee and afterwards I gave her a\nlittle Chinese coin. This, too, she would \"always\" keep with her\nas a love? token. But quite accidentally it slipped out of her hand\nwhile I was showing her another bubble, a sea-green emerald\nbrought from India, the gift of Rajah Mahil. The little coin\nwent bounding away over the tile floor and was lost forever in\nsome crack.\nA thought crossed my mind for a half a moment . . .\nthen I smiled at her again across the table.\n\nTWO DESERT SONGS\nFlorence Lowe\nThe Stars are white fire\nThat has died and crumbled',\nInto a thousand pieces\nClear and unimpassioned\nYet even they falter\nAnd fall\nLet them, what does it matter?\nOnce I stood very near\nA pale intense presence\nThat was Love\nVery near\n\\fy very speech was gone—l felt,\nAnd now\nI am lonely."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "356", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nT. HANSON, Jr., has written an early life of John\nHoward Payne with contemporary letters heretofore un-\npublished. There is just one objection I have to the remarkable\nwork Mr. Hanson did in the vindication of that American genius\nwho gave us our most loved home song, who was one of the\ngreatest American actors and the first American dramatist whose\nwork found appreciation and success in England: the book is\nprinted privately in a very limited edition and only for compli-\nmentary distribution. Very much persecuted by his contempor-\naries, grossly misunderstood by those who formulated the opinion\nof future generations, Payne was and is—like Poe—a much\nabused and misunderstood personality. And just his early life\nshows us the struggles and heartaches of the boy whose later life\nwe can understand now so much better.\nOf great interest are his experiences as editor, publisher and\nproprietor of a dramatic and literary paper in New York, which\nhe founded at the age of thirteen and conducted anonymously.\nHe succeeded in being taken seriously by the leading\nnewspapers and magazines, and even by Mr. William Coleman,\nthe severe editor of the Post.\n\"In Boston, when Payne had been deprived of his favorite\namusement he had had recourse to his pen; so, in New York,\nwhen he found a like condition awaiting him he decided to\nmeet it as he had in Boston; and on December 28, 1805,\nanonymously appeared the first number of a little weekly pub-\nlication, entitled the Thespian Mirror, printed for the Editor by\nSouthwick and Hardcastle, No. 2 Wall Street.\n\"As note'd in his introduction, it was the purpose of the\nEditor in presenting the sheet to the 'enlightened citizens of\nNew York,' to exhibit, 'a specimen in matter and manner of\nwork, which on sufficient encouragement, would be issued in\nthe metropolis; the work to comprehend a collection of interest-\ning documents relative to the stage, and its performers; chiefly\nintended to promote the interests of the American Drama,\nand to eradicate false impressions respecting its nature, objects,\ndesign and tendency of Theatrical Amusements.\"\n\"It had at first been Payne's plan to issue a literary paper,\nand without communicating his plan he had composed a pros-\npectus for a publication to be known as the Pastime, intended\nfor the perusal of youth only. After some reflection, con-\nsidering the existing number of papers called 'literary,' and\nbelieving the habits of the citizens of New York—as stated in\nNo. XIV, of the Thespian Mirror, 'better calculated to en-\ncourage a work more intimately connected with the prevailing\nthirst for pleasure,' he had recourse to his favorite topic, and\nstruck the plan of the Thespian Mirror. He seems to have\nsecured pecuniary supplies which enabled him to enter upon\nthe work; the printers were applied to; and it was but three\ndays from the moment of the first projection to that of pub-\nlication—a period more inconsiderable when it is remembered"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "357", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthat the only time at his command was before eight in the\nmorning and after eight in the evening. Thretf young gentlemen,\ntwo of them fellow clerks in the store, were alone entrusted\nwith the secret.\n\"Following the? issue of the first number a few subscribers\nappeared and such complimentary notice was given to the\nMirror by the newspapers, that Payne was encouraged to\nproceed.\"\nIn Which\nThe little monthly in which Norman Geddes, in Detroit \"says\njust what he thinks,\" contains a good reproduction of Van Dyck's\nfamous painting, \"St. Martin Cutting his Mantel and Sharing it\nwith a Poor Man\". The masterpiece is a gift to the people of the\nUnited States from Mr. Charles Lefon Cardon, the noted artist\nand connoisseur of Brussels, Belgium, in recognition of the\ngenerous sympathy and relief which has poured from the\nAmerican people during the last year. It was presented to the\nUnited States Minister, Brand Whitlock, a short time ago and\nwill be presented to this country on Washington's birthday.\nAccording to the wishes of the Government, it will be exhibited in\nthe large cities of the country and thefn find its permanent home in\nthe beautiful Toledo Museum of Art, of which Mr. Whitlock was\na trustee during his residence there.\nThe Wild Hawk\nHervey White, the editor's poem \"Ave Maria\", in the December\nissue, is a masterpiece. Its spirit is a unique combination of the\nwonderful devotion of a Catholic and a frank admiration of a\ntwentieth century man.\nThe Philosophy of Health\n\"A Stuffed Club\" appears under a ne?w name but edited\nby its old publisher, Dr. Tilden.\nOur Town\nOur namesake, the Greenwich in Connecticut, has a new\nmagazinel, a weekly which calls itself \"The Magazine News-\npaper of America's Ideal Suberb.\" Norman Talcoft wrote\nin the current issue an interesting comparison between Green-\nwich Village and Greenwich Town, and a fragrant bouquet did\nhe hand to our little! weekly in one of his November issues.\nBelated Thanks!\nBook-Plate Auction\nA well-known resident of Greenwich Village, Mr. Henry\nBlackwell, disposed last week of his collection of book-\nplates, comprising the richest representation of very scarce\nearly American book-plates in an auction held in the \"Col-\nlectors' Club.\" Many originals by American engravers and\nartists of fame were in the collection. Mr. Blackwell is\nwriting at present a book on American Book-Plates Previous\nto the War of Secession."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "358", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nNewark Wishes To Attract Poets\nfHE Committee of One Hundred offers a series of prizes, ag-\ngregating $1,000, for poems on Newark and its 250 th An-\nniversary and plans to publish the best of the poems submitted\nin a volume to be entitled, \"Newark's Anniversary Poems.\"\nIn this competition all the poets of our country are invited\nto participate.\nThe prize poem on Newark and its Anniversary may touch\non any or all of such topics as, the City's historic aspects, its\nrapid industrial development, its civic and educational features,\nthe? chief purpose of its celebration,—which is, to develop a\nwider and deeper public spirit.\nNewark is not all industries, smoke, rush and din. It is a\ngreat center of production and in its special field of work is\nalert and progressive. But it has also beautiful homes, fine\nparks, admirable schools, a useful library. Its thousands of\nshade trees are the envy of many cities. The cleanliness of its\nhighways surprises even the Newarker himself. It has a good\ngovernment, churches in plenty and many worthy clubs and\nsocieties. Art and science, even, are not altogether neglected\nhere. Newark is an old town, solid and conservative and tena-\ncious of certain old time peculiarities. Newark, with 400,000\npeople, the largest city in New Jersey, though known to all\nthe world as a producer of honest goods, is still to that same\nworld quite unknown as to its own special quality among Ameri-\ncan cities. Will the poet, the man of insight and of prophecy,\nkindly come? forth and discover her to the world and to herself?\nThere are many interesting phases in Newark's life and in its\ncelebration. All are within the field of the inspiration of the\npoet we are seeking. To make our volume interesting, its\nverses should touch on a wide range of subjects. The wits\nas well as the philosophers have their opportunity here. We\nthink our city already quite? worthy! Now we seek a poet who\nshall make us famous! If with him comes one who makes us\nludicrous—and he does it well—to him also we can award a\nprize!\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nThe penalty of being a generation ahead of your time, is\nto become the fool of your generation, to become perchance,\nthe prophet of all future generations.\nThose who, having no business, make a business of pur-\nsuing activities which have no purpose give a purpose to\nthose who make a business of pursuing those whose life has\nno purpose.\nYes, \"knowledge is power\" if whoever has the knowledge\nalso has the power to correlate that knowledge to the needs\nof the world; especially so much of the world as has the\npower to pay for the satisfaction of its needs."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "359", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIlonka Karasz\n\nPrayer\nBy H. Thompson Rich\nFront \"The Red Shame\"—Bruno Chap Books for January\nEurope is all one tomb! The awful words\nMake the most hardened ones among us sigh;\nAnd still the soldier multitudes come by,\nCold legions with their lifeMblood turned to curds.\nFor they have seen their fellows' desperate herds\nStumble upon the stricken plain and die;\nAnd they have known the! buzzards' harsh cry—\nAnd they have? missed the music of the birds.\nGod send us healing pity of green grass,\nAnd heartening of flowers, and help of trees,\nTo bury The Red Shame forever more;\nAnd they whose bodies perish, they who pass\nOut of the World and over unknown seas—\nSend them forgetfulness of Death and War,"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "360", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nPhantasies\nA Guest\nBy Heroichiro K. Myderco\n\nQNLY yesterday a guest came and praised the flower of our\nhumble? garden; today the guest is no more with us. We\nsee the tiny quilt upon which he sat, the tea-cup from which hi\ndrank his tea, the square fire-box in which he dropped the ashes\nfrom his pipe, and upon them all the sad airy shower of\nchefrry-blossoms.\nShall we call Death a mystery? Then, surely, our guest's\nlife consecrated to art and its love, is far more mysterious\nthan his death. Whereof we stretch our vain hands and stare\nat the abyss of Eternity, claiming for a trifle more token of\nhis heart, we gain naught but a grave and sunburnt wreath\ntattered in shreds. We must turn to ourselves to love him.\nSuch a sympathetic guest was he that after he was gone wtf\nall became conscious of ourselves, and our life became full-\nlimbed and whole-souled. Out of a thousand who came from\nthe West, he alone? remained with us, virtuous, brave and\nsmiling. If his love to us were noble and manly, if his death\nwere sad and heroic, what did we give him as the token of our\nsoul's gratitude? We are ashamed to disclose our face* before\nhim, save in one instance, when we know that he is still loving\nus beyond the maze of Death. Such was the coming and passing\nof a guest to our garden, and the flowers are\" lonelier now\nwithout him.\nThe rain beats against the boughs of trees, and the roof\nis wet; I come down from my seat and pick up a name-card\nfrom the empty quilt upon which he sat ye?sterday. It is heavy\nlike a leaf of sea-weed. On its surface I read the name of our\nguest . . . Lafcadio Hearnl\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"The lights of the skyscrapers of Chicago reminded us of\nthe end of our trip. I was a new man. I longed for the city—\nto go back to those surroundings I had left, a few hours ago»\ndissatisfied with myself—not contested with my lot and no pros-\npects for a change for the better at all.\n\"But now I wanted to go back to do things and there were\nlots of things I wanted to do. I felt instinctively that there was\nin me just the thing that she seemed to lack. With the sharp\nknowledge of the physician I realized what she needed to achieve\nthe success at which she was aiming. She needed a strong man,\nwho could be able to create the concentration in her which she\ndid not have—who could make her see things as they ought to\nbe seen by other people. All my life I had collected beautiful\nthings and guarded them—pictures and precious stoncfe and bric-\na-bracs. How I wished I could let her see those things because"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "361", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nI knew she could appreciate them. She wanted to know Every-\nthing about myself and she had such a fine understanding that\nshe guessed what I didn't care to speak about. She didn't know\nmv name. I didn't know hers.\n•r\n\"The time for parting came.\n\" 'Shall we meet again ?\" I asked.\n\"'Shall we? yes, we shall,' she said. 'Tomorrow if it\nrains I shall be at the Ashland Drug store at 2 o'clock. When\nit rains I have a headache and I'll need those tablets and also you\nmight help me if you wish to. I don't want to know your last\nname and don't you ever ask me mine. And now, here's my bag-\ngage check. Please assist me in getting off the steamer and\nthen promise! not to look when I go.'\n\"That night I went home and prayed fervently that it might\nrain the? next day. I felt like a young boy. I have hated the\nname of Maude as long as I can remember. When a little boy,\nI once had a governess—the most dreadful old maid you can\nimagine. Her name was Maude—and she knew how to make\nme perfectly unhappy. That night I started to love that name.\nI acted very silly. I was thinking of all the things I wanted to\nshow her, that I wanted to talk to her about and I awoke the\nnext morning and glorious sunshine poured into the room. When\nI raised the curtain, I felt dreadfully unhappy.\n\"I performed my duties as usual that day but everything\nseemed to carry a greater happiness, the day was brighter,\nafter I remembered the cheerful and original remarks Maude\nhad made about my work the previous day.\n\"I had a very important appointment for two o'clock in the\nafternoon. I arranged to have it postponed. It was the finest\nday you could imagine. There were no signs of coming rain.\nBut I believed with all my heart that there would be a rain\nbecause I could not grasp the thought that I should never\nsee! her again. And as there was no rain, but shine, I went\nup anyhow. I entered the store and there she was. She seemed\nembarrassed for a second. I could not make out why. Because\nI had come in spite of the sunshine? Or because she was\nthere herself?\n\" 'I just dropped into telephone and have purchased a slug,'\nshe said, 'but I don't care to phone now,' and she showed me\nthe slug to show me there was no other purpose in her entering\nthe store. And I thought, 'how silly,' and took the slug out of\nher hand and put it in my pocket. I wanted to keep it. I like\nlittle things with a lot of memories attached to them. I am\nstill keeping it in my pocket now.\n\"That was yesterday, Kenneth, and you don't know how\ncharming she was, and how I felt the more that she was the\nwoman made for me. Made for me so that we could perfect one\nanother! And again we parted, not knowing who we really\nwere. But we wanted to meet tomorrow and spend the fore-\nnoon in one of those quaint little suburbs near Chicago. Can\nyou imagine, Kenneth, what I felt when you purchased that\nhorrid pink newspaper? And there I saw the face I had dreamed"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "362", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\nRARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to\nselect for themselves, or for those who have not access to the best book marts.\nWhy not begin collecting now?\nAddress E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nApplications for entry at second-class matter at the Post Office of\nNew York pending.\n\nof all day. And the line telling me her name? And those\nsincere-looking eyefs had lied to me? That she had not only\nplayed for a pastime with the most sacred feeling of a man,\nbut had lowered herself to forget that she was the wife of\nanother man? And do you know what I must hav£ felt to know\nthat this woman—who was my constant thought since I met\nher, for whom I wished to do all the things we think of doing\nfor those whom we wish to see happy—that this woman was at\nthe present time in her home somewhefre in Chicago, paralyzed\nwith pain, uncertain about the safety of her husband?\n\"I wonder, Kenneth, if she is sitting right now in a dark\ncorner of an unlighted room somewhefre and living through\ndreadful hours of remorse? Through those hours when man and\nwoman who never have believed in a God, wonder whether\nthere is not a punishment of Sin. Does she not think that\nthis is a punishment for her Sin?\n\"The loveliest women are charming liars. But why did she\ntell me all those things? How rotten her soul must He. If\nshe is able to talk about the most sublime:, about the highest\nthings, looking into the admiring eyes of a man—listening to\nhis devoted speeches and knowing in the bottom of her heart,\nt have no right to look and listen!' How vile she? must be.\"\n\"My dear fellow,\" said Kenneth, looking his friend in the\neyes after listening intently, and without having dared to change\nhis position, \"I would not judge her too quickly. Aref you\nnot mistaken? Are you sure it is she you met? Pardon me—\nit seems to be rude, but I don't believe you when you say\nshe is vile. I know you too wefll* and when you speak about some\none as you spoke about her, she must possess exceptional qual-\nities. You did not even tell me that she is beautiful! But you\ntold me her aim in life. Do you really believe that a woman\nsuch as you describe could change as quickly in reality as in\nyour own mind? I think you do her an injustice.\""}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[363]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.19", "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\n\nAT k CTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'g at 8:20\nTHE AO i l/H Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's H IT-THE-TRAIL\nCREAT HOI I in AY\nAMERICAN *-* * ■ *\nPLAY With FRED NIBLO as \" BILLY HOLLIDAY \"\n\nAT fi Mm CD 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE IAINLJLEiK. Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast\n\nThomas\nPweter „ ■\nr\\ . m No. Five\nbarrett Bankst.\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\nJSg Thomas\nPweter\nmf\nNo. rive r% ~\nBankst. barreit\n\nAT I AWf A ror 48th Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE Eve'g,B:3o. Matinees,Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\n111 TRIIJMPHdy The Great Lover\n\nThe Oasis\nof Washington Square\nTea Room\nIce Cream Parlor\nCigars and Cigarettes\nBeneath Bruno's Garret\nROSSI BROS., Prop'rs"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[364]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160108-01.1.20", "texte": "Ilonka Kavasz\nCharles Edison'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. m.\n\"Thursday, 8:15 p. m.\nIFriday,\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.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m. Children's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\n8:15 p. m.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge*"}]}