{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_sha256": "fb710870afa1c60717738373ce4b0b034bf635252b52129deb1c51ab737167e4", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/15_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/15_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Coulton Waugh", "titre_sommaire": "Coulton Waugh", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 110, "fin_caractere_exclue": 123, "texte": "Coulton Waugh"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[367]", "page_fin": "[367]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Empty Words", "titre_sommaire": "Empty Words", "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": 3, "page_imprimee": "[367]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 138, "fin_caractere_exclue": 532, "texte": "Empty Words\nH. Thompson Rich\n« pEACE on earth, good will toward men\"—\nEmpty words, that were empty then!\nTwo thousand years have thundered by,\nAnd still men give their God the lie,\nAnd still men battle and men die;\nAnd still they flay with flail of lead,\nTill earth is red and sea is red\nAnd heaven is crimson overhead.\n\"Peace on earth, good will toward men\"—\nWhen? And the echoes answer: whenf"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[367]", "page_fin": "368", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "I The Goede Vrouw of Mana-ha-ta", "titre_sommaire": "I The Goede Vrouw of Mana-ha-ta", "signature_source": "John King Van Rensselaer", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[367]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 534, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1918, "texte": "Greenwich Village in Historical Novels\nI The Goede Vrouw of Mana-ha-ta\nBy Mrs. John King Van Rensselaer\n*\nAt Home and in Society, 1609-1760.\nMRS. ALEXANDER had purchased a beautiful spot that\ncommanded a view of the bay of New York, and she\nhoped to engross her husband's attention in superintending\nthe building of the house and laying out the grounds, and\nin this way distract his mind from the troubles that had\nagitated him for so many years. Small-pox was raging in\nNew York, and the assembly was holding its meetings in\nGreenwich, that salubrious hamlet on Mana-ha-ta, which\nlay at least three miles beyond the city limits, and which\nwas always the haven of refuge when yellow fever, cholera,\nsmall-pox, and other dreaded scourges visited New York,\nintroduced there by sailors who carried these diseases frotm\nport to The centre of Greenwich was about on the spot\nthat the Indians called Sapo-Kanican, which was the site of\none of their villages. Minitie-water (or little brook) joined\nBestevaar's Killitje or Grandfather (Van Cortlandt's) Creek,\nand ran through the place and part of it had been the farm\nof Mme. Oloff Van Cortlandt, that she called \"Bossen\nBowerie,\" or Bush farm. The English name was given\nto the place out of compliment to the palace of Greenwich\n,(which was the haven of sailors, after it was no longer\nused by the king), when Admiral Sir Peter Warren, who"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "368", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 615, "texte": "was for many years stationed in these waters, bought the\nadjoining property. , ,\nIn 1739, Mr. Alexander received the news of the deatn,\nat his family estates in England, of the great-grandson\nof the first Earl of Stirling, who was Henry, the fifth\nearl who . had died without male issue, leaving as heirs\nto the unentailed property the wives of William Jrhilips\nLee and Sir William Trumbull. According to the grant\nof the original title, it would now pass to the eldest male\nheir, through John of Gogar, the great-grandfather of James\nAlexander of New York.\n'New York, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1898."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "368", "page_fin": "369", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Eternal Minutes", "titre_sommaire": "Eternal Minutes", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "368", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 617, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2614, "texte": "Eternal Minutes\nBy Guido Bruno\nIT was raining, raining and raining on a late Sunday afternoon,\nonce years ago in London. I have forgotten the name of\nthe street. But it was a rather stately-looking row of stone\nmansions, whose! doors were shut and undoubtedly The\nhouse on the corner of the narrow side street was gray, window\nboxes with withered plants distinguished it among all others.\nThe shades of the window were yellow and drawn. The house\nseefmed unoccupied, but, strangely, the very large doors were\nwide ajar. The doorway was a welcome refuge for me as I\nhurried without an umbrella to the nearest tube. _ Many men\nand women with rain-wet overcoats stood in this doorway,\nwhich led to a court-yard deserte'd as well as the other part of\nthe house. Some of the; men were pacing up and down nerv-\nously. Some were near the door looking with resignation up\nto the clouded skies which poured continuously Enormous buckets\nof water upon the for-once white-washed sidewalk. Others\nexchanged commonplaces about their unfortunate experience:\nto have be'en caught in the rain, just this afternoon, while they\nhad been in a hurry to get to some place or another where their\npresence was most necessary. Still others were on the outlook\nfor a cab. . .\nAgainst the grey wall le!aned a girl in a green raincoat. She\nhad a red hat and a lot of obstinate blonde hair. She stood\nthere lazily. She seemed to be real happy. She was watching\nthe rain-drops which splashed upon the stone of the sidewalk\nand looking up to the! roof of the house across the from\nwhere little waterfalls poured .... she seemed to enjoy it.\nShe seemed to enjoy the impatience, and the wrath and the\nanger of fellow-refugees. And for a long while she ob-\nserved with happy contentedness the tree in the back yard of\nthe house, with its naked branches and the stone bench beneath\nit.\nShe had big blue efyes.\nShe smiled as our eyes met. I looked for a long time into\nher eyes; her smile vanished slowly—scarcely noticeably, before"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "369", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 619, "texte": "she turned thetai to the dripping umbrella of a new arrival.\nOur eyes met again. Just for one moment. And then some-\none whom she knew came with an umbrella and she left.\nI did not look into her eyes for longer than a small fraction\nof a minute. But it sefemed to me like a long lifetime, with\nall its longing, its promises, its disappointments, its joy . . • .\nwith its inevitable parting.\nYears have passed. But often, of a rainy afternoon or jn\nthe twilight of a quiet hour or in the radiant sunshine of a\nglorious summer day do I think of the big blue eyes beneath\nthe' blonde curls and the red hat."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "369", "page_fin": "369", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Cats' Purrs", "titre_sommaire": "Cats' Purrs", "signature_source": "D. Molby", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "369", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 621, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2188, "texte": "Cats' Purrs\nBy D. Molby\n'il/HAT a cat enjoys apparently the most is to lie down in\na warm place and just breathe and think. He can breathe\nany way he wants to but knows it is better to breathe through\nhis nose so he does. He lets the air come in and go out just\nas it will. And if he wants to feel real pleased, he sings to\nhimself. How he does it is to raise his soft palate and keep\nit raised so that the' air in passing by it will make it vibrate.\nWhen the palate! vibrates it makes vibrations in the air all\naround the cat and anybody who is close enough can hear them.\nThe same air each time is used twice: it makes vibrations\nas it goes in and it makes more as it comes out. The sounds\nit makes are different for as it is inhaled it takes most of the\nvibrations on into the cat. . .\nWhen the cat sings, it is supposed to be' a sign of appreciation\nor contentment. But the cat probably doesn't know what appre-\nciation is, and if he did, he would have no reason for thinking\nthat his singing would show it. And if he were already con-\ntented, he would lie! still that way and not bother to sing. The\ntruth is more likely this: he is comfortable and feeling well\nand something starts him to thinking he is happy. This makes\nhim want to be more happy, so he begins to sing. In this way\nhe soon has himself persuaded into the belief that he really\nis happy and of course this makes him contented.\nWhether or not he ever sings when he is off by himself,\nnobody knows. But the probability is that he does.\ni .mii..»iun- '.v.i..e.~\"untmty~TlircTHjmr^T*hr-fiy1 jbsts*•»"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "369", "page_fin": "369", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Dapple Grey", "titre_sommaire": "Dapple Grey", "signature_source": "G. G", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "369", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 2190, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2433, "texte": "Dapple Grey\nG.G.\nGone is the day of Dapple Grey,\nMy true love has grown up;\nNow she sighs for ribbons blue,\nAnd wants a silver cup.\nBe it silver cup or gold one,\nThat steals my love away—\nNo prize is worth the winning\nIf she loses Dapple Grey."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "370", "page_fin": "371", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.7", "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": 6, "page_imprimee": "370", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 28, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2568, "texte": "A Woman's Revenge\nBy Guido Bruno\nHer voice sounded deep and quiet. \"You are dying. You\nknow it and I know it. We have been married ten years.\nNine years we have been living together as strangers. You\nhave taken my youth and destroyed my faith in humanity.\nYou have made me poorer and more pitiable than the beggar\non the street, for he has perhaps somewhere a heart that\nbeats with love for him. And now that you are going—going\nforever—l will tell you how I hate you.\n\"I despise you I loathe you .\nDon't speak! I know everything and I have known every-\nthing all along. I could name them to you, one by one, the\nwomen through whom you have shamelessly betrayed me.\nThere was the wife of your friend, Hans. There was the cir-\ncus-rider who bore you a child, there was the young sales-\nwoman who because of you drowned herself, there was my\nchambermaid. I discharged her and you settled her in quar-\nters of her own. Then came the teacher. She was\nthe only one for whom I felt any sympthay. She loved you\nhonestly, and when she found out that you had a wife at home\nshe gave you up. And then others followed in motley, quick\nsuccession. You took whatever crossed your path: decent\nwomen that suffered for their sin all their lives and girls\nwhose customer you were. You led astray the wives of your\nfriends and dishonored the daughters of your acquaintances.\n\"And now Fate has overtaken you how\ncoarse and relentless! No beauty, and none of the romance\nthat you always loved and for which you lived. Oh, yes! . .\nI know that, too! The last one—the very last! The beautiful\nwife of a motorman attracted you. You overlooked her labor-\nhardened hands and you took her. And for that the motor-\nman burst open your head with his crank. Ha! Ha! Ha! I\nmust laugh, must laugh at your prosaic finish.\"\nLike the gloating of the Furies when they laugh over a\nmisfortune that they have passed and done with, sounded the\nlaugh of this woman who was taking revenge for nine heart-\nbreaking years.\nImperturbable had become the face of the dying man.\nBut the more excitably, the more harshly, the more ma-\nliciously the woman spoke the tenderer and the more loving\ngrew his look. He embraced her body with his eyes.\nHe saw the girdle between skirt and blouse, the watch\nchain with the gold locket hanging from it. He had given it\nto her during their honeymoon. His picture was in that\nlocket and half of a four-leafed clover.\nHe looked in her eyes, in the wonderful, deep violet eyes\nthat were true, so true.\nWhat he had not known for years he realized now:"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "371", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1016, "texte": "\"Mia Mial I have loved you always. You did not under-\nstand me. You did not try to understand me. I sought for-\ngetfulness with the others. I drifted from one to the other.\nI was always searching for you and you were lost to me.\nForgive me . . . Mia! .... Mia, I love y°u\ndear . . . I . . . always loved only you . . .\"\n\"Harry, you lie! Tell me that you are lying! God in\nheaven 1 Don't go from me with a lie on your lips! That\ncannot be the truth!\"\nShe sobbed. She wept. She fell on her knees beside the\nbed and threw her arms about the lifeless body.\nA soft rain beat against the window panes. The silver\nscissors and knives that lay on the dressing table and waited\nin vain to care for the hands of the master glittered nobly.\nThef blue and yellow vials on the medicine table sparkled like\noddly-cut semi-precious stones.\nThe quiet of an unchangeable misery lay over every\nobject in the room.\nSoundless tunes of an unplayed sonata /of Beethoven\ndiffused through the air.\nA woman had taken revenge."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "371", "page_fin": "373", "image_debut": 7, "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "London Letter", "titre_sommaire": "London Letter", "signature_source": "Edward Storer", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "371", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1018, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2526, "texte": "London Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington*\nDecember 27th, 1915\nTHE death of Stephen Phillips take's from us another figure of\nthe 'nineties and a man who by temperament at any rate\nwas far more of a poet than many of his contemporaries upon\nwhom fortune smiled more smugly. • As Phillips said himself,\nhe was not respectable enough for a Civil List pension or for\none of those sinecure offices often given to men of letters.\nThe man who had two or three poetic plays running in London\nat the same time and was the most successful literary dramatist\nsince Wilde, came down to hawking his poems in person at\nnewspaper offices. During the last year or so he had been\nediting the' Poetry Review, a little literary journal subsidized\nby the Poetry Society.\nIt is to be supposed that Phillips died of alcoholism and\nregret—like most of the poets of his decade. One can see\nnow the price those poets of the' 'nineties had to pay for\ntheir few years of glory and the little ardour they brought back\nto our numbed and paralysed literature. Dowson, Francis\nThompson, Davidson, Lionel Johnson, Wilde—their lives are\nsad and bitter. They enriched the end of the century with a\nlittle fleeting beauty, but they gave it us out of their hearts\nand hopes, or perhaps rather out their despair.\nFor the characteristic thing of the Renaissance of the 'nine-\nties in England was its despair. It had something of the fever\nof music or revelry at a feast where time is short and the end"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "372", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2880, "texte": "is at hand. All their art suggests an intermezzo, beautiful\nbut desperate.\nAll these poets and artists of the 'nineties seem on behold-\ning the life' of their time to have exclaimed in a kind of hope-\nless terror \"Oh Lord!\" and then to haVe alternatively sung\nor drunk, in an unthinking despair.\nThey were artists, as good artists as their environment allowed\nthem to be, but they were poor builders for any art of the\nfuture. That is, they had no conscious appreciation of their\nposition in the society where they found themselves. ihey\nknew it was disagreeable and antipathetic to their art, but that\nwas the extent of their analysis. It led them for the most part\nto miserable ends.\nMost of the books which are appearing •at the moment are\nChristmas books, ornate and heavy tomes whe'rein indigestible\nthoughts lie like raisins in a plum pudding. Almost literarily\nthey are sold by weight. They are very expensive and solid,\nand are bought by thousands. A notable book though shows\nits head here and there'. Such an one is the translation of\nRomain Rolland's Au Dessus de la Melee, which is to be given\nthe title of 'Above the Battle' and is published by Allen &\nUnwin. The book is also to be done in Ame'rica I hear.\nI have been acquainted with the French work for some time,\nhaving read the articles as they originally appeared in the\nJournal de Geneve, where Rolland is now living in exile. The\npublication in France of Au Dessus de la Melee was for some\ntime forbidden by the French Government. It is not easy to\nsee why, here in England, whe're we still enjoy a greater\nliberty of expression than they do in France. Any of these\narticles of Rolland's might have been published in any paper\nhere at any time during the war, for the' patriotism which\ninspires them is undoubted, and it is only a plea for reason\nand the intelligence which the author of Jean Christophe offers\nus in these beautiful pages. He're that spirit of reason, of\nhumanity, which has found here and there in America some\nadmirable expressions, crystalises into a poignant form. I can\nonly urge everyone to get this inspiring book where the' intel-\nligence of Europe that is gravely wounded and in agony finds\nan expression not unworthy of its glorious past. In the\nintroduction we read \"A great nation assailed by war has not\nonly its frontiers to defe'nd. It has also its reason. To each\nman his task: to the armies the guarding of the soil of the\nfatherland. To the men of thought the preservation of\nthought.\"\nRolland protests against the brutal orgy of lies, of defama-\ntion and of panic hatred which a war produces amon? the\nbaser intelligences of a people, and he asks the elite of the\nwarring nations if they cannot still be good patriots without\nceasing to be traitors to that European conception of humanity,\nwhich, up to the fatal moment of August 1914, had been their\nideal."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "373", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 447, "texte": "Nor does he despair that for a legacy all that the war will\nleave will be ruin and chaos.\n\"They are mistaken who think that the ideas of free human\nbrotherhood are suffocated now! . . . I have no doubt of\nthe future unity of European society. It will be realized. This\nwar is but its baptism of blood.\"\nIn the Role of the Elite, The Idols, and Inter Arma Caritas\nMonsieur Rolland says some brave and uplifting words.\n\nEdward Storer"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "373", "page_fin": "373", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "373", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 449, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2412, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\njWIISS VOLNOVA, who appears this Thursday for the first\ntime before a New York audience, a young Russian girl\nwho came recently to America, has the aim to interpret with\nher dancing what the great masters expressed on canvas or\nin marble and to give to our eye what the music of her accom-\npaniment gives to our ear. She will present a dance of the\nOrient,-\"A Vision of Salome,\" by G. B. Lampe. \"War Tragedy\"\nis the dramatic interpretation of the horrors of war. It is a\nrecent composition by E. R. Steiner. All that entrancing\nrhythm of Mendelsohn's \"Spring Song\" she sketches for the\neye with her graceful, lithesome body.\nMiss Volnova is an idealist who believes that dancing is\nan art which should be presented to the masses of the popu-\nlation, in its highest and most refine'd development. The goal\nof her ambition is to dance before \"all and everybody\" and to\nbring joy of life and sense of rhythm to those who need it most.\nMr. Alfred E. Henderson, who will introduce Miss Volnova\nin the coming season to art-loving Ne'w York, will appear on\nthe same program in his Henderson Trio with Agde Granberg\nand Miss Roelker. Miss Granberg will interpret by pantomime\nOscar Wilde's \"Happy Prince,\" which Mr. Henderson will read,\naccompanied by Miss Rodker on the piano.\nWhat Is the Matter?\nOne can hardly believe that with so many real good, far\nabove the ave'rage singers, piano players and instrumental artists\nextant and looking for engagement the offerings in our music\nhalls and concert rooms of smaller calibre maintain a standard\nso far below the average. Real tragic are very ofteh the tales\nof artists who apply for an appearance on the stage of Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre of their sad wanderings from\nmanagers to impresarios, from impresarios to press agents and\nall efforts to gain a public appearance strand upon those two\nrequirements which to achieve they don't get a chance: money\nor reputation."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "373", "page_fin": "373", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Culture is all that that is left after we have forgotten", "titre_sommaire": "Culture is all that that is left after we have forgotten", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "373", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2414, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2552, "texte": "Guido Bruno\nCulture is all that that is left after we have forgotten\nwhat we learned.\nA real woman respects, above all, strength in a man."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "374", "page_fin": "375", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "374", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2910, "texte": "In Our Village\nIF you are really one of those easily impressed and you have\nthe energy to follow your first impulse after reading a\nnewspaper article and to investigate for yourself, come down to\nGreenwich Village in the evening. Then it is that village of\nwhich you read, the background to so many big things, the\nessential in so many big lives,—the one? part of the city where\nyou can forget city and six million co-inhabitants of yours:\nthere is the Arch with its simple architecture, the monumental\ngateway to the Square, between the nake'd branches of trees\nand bushes,_ houses big and small, with large windows and just\nstingy openings to let in the light. Lights here and there. High\nupon the tower of a hotel an electric-lighted cross and still\nhigher above, a few stars, and if you are lucky and the night is\nclear, the moon. And then you cross over to the othefr side\nof the Square and there are the small narrow streets. The\nSquare is deserted and only a few passengers waiting for\nthe next bus make up the small group beneath the arc light. But\nthe streets are peopled with men and womrti who stand around\nthe Italian grocery shops and pastry bakeries; they worked all\nday and kept sile'nt and now they live their real own life. There\nare cafes as you can see them on the rivas in small Italian\ncoast cities where you really eat pastry and drink coffee and\nplay dominoes. And then turn in one of those streets and unex-\npectedly, like the background of a miniature play-house, a little\nchapel looms up before you. The doors are open, candlefs\nbefore the altars are testimony that the saints are not\nforgotten. Women are sitting on the stairs selling rosaries,\nlittle statuettes and paper flowers; and men and women and\nchildren are passing in and passing out. And then follow the\nthundering elevated and turn again to the Square. As many\nwindows as you see lighted in thefse mansions of yore used now\nas rooming and lodging-houses—as many homes do they contain.\nCan you help thinking it: if I were a poet or an artist,\nI surely would live here and nowhere else?\nBut, dear reader, because of your living here you would\nnot be a poet or an artist.\nJohn Masefield returned to New York for a short stay\nand I hope he won't forget to visit the village where he\nspent so many years of his life, long before the day of his\nfame and recognition. He will speak, on Sunday, the 16th\nbefore the MacDowell Club. An extended lecture tour\nthrough the United States is before him.\nCaptain Hall's exhibit of marine scenes, forest scenes and\nespecially his portraits of Lincoln and Nancy Hanks\nLincoln s mother, are proving of great interest especially\nto those connoisseurs of art who are quite at a loss if\nconfronted by something sincerely original but rather\nstrange to the focal capacity of their eyes. The exhibition\nwill continue on the walls of Bruno's Garret until the last\nweek of January."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "375", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1863, "texte": "Sadakichi Hartmann will read in Bruno's Garret, on\nTuesday night, January his dramatic masterpiece,\n\"Christ,\" and on Wednesday night \"Buddha.\" The readings\nwill start at 8.15 sharp. Admission by ticket only. The\nseating capacity being limited it is necessary to close the\ngarret if this limit is reached.\nMrs. E. C. Moloney, of \"M. Y. Q.\" fame, recovered from\na serious case of blood poisoning. She is contemplating a\nvery busy social season during the coming month of balls\nand merriment.\nRossi Bros.' tea-room right under Bruno's Garret is busy\nas ever selling stamps to those who do not wish to walk to\nthe nearest post office station, which is very far off. There\nis a sub-station somewhere on Bleecker street, but outside\nof the sign indicating that there should be a post office, one\ncannot detect anything of its existence. Greenwich Village\nshould have a post office of its own known as the \"Greenwich\nVillage Station,\" and no better place could there be for its estab-\nlishment than in Rossi's, where everybody does his letter\nstamping anyhow.\nCharles Keeler is at work on a new book of poems—\"The\nMirror of Manhattan.\" They are realistic glimpses of\nscenes and people in the city, written in free verse, with\nreflections from many angles of life, high and low. Many\ncompressed stories are suggested in the familiar settings\nof New York, and there are hints scattered through the\nwork to make one think of the meaning of it all.\nIn a recital at Bruno's Garret on the evening of Monday,\nJanuary 24th, Mr. Keeler will read a group from this new\nwork. He will give a program, with one or two exceptions,\nof numbers that have not hitherto been heard. Among\nthem are his Knight Songs for children, and a group from\n\"The Victory,\" including picturesque and musical numbers\nin marked contrast to the realistic note in his poems of\nNew York life."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "375", "page_fin": "375", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Tragedy", "titre_sommaire": "Tragedy", "signature_source": "KATHARINE S. OLIVER", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "375", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1865, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2151, "texte": "Tragedy\nKATHARINE S. OLIVER\nMy soul was fashioned quick as fire\nFrom struggle, love, and' pain.\nYou took it in its glow and strength\nBeside your own to reign.\nYour own was dull and clogged and dim,\nAnd made for sordid day\nOne night my young soul flared too far;\nQuivered, and fled away."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "375", "page_fin": "375", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Regarding Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Regarding Clara Tice", "signature_source": "F.R. A", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "375", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 2153, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2425, "texte": "Regarding Clara Tice\nF.R.A.\nI would' not be unkind, as G. G. was to Clara Tice,\nHe said her drawings were not nice—\nI couldn't be so rude,\nBut still I hope some day she'll draw a nude with pulchritude,\nAnd more abundant curves\nThose skinny nymphs of hers get on my nerves."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "376", "page_fin": "376", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Christmas Toys", "titre_sommaire": "Christmas Toys", "signature_source": "Charles Keeler", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "376", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 693, "texte": "Christmas Toys\nBy Charles Keeler\nLITTLE child, with nose flattened against the big plate\nglass,\nWith eager eyes is peering in from the street,\nDevouring the fairy toyland there displayed,\nFor it is holiday time and Christmas will soon be here!\nThere are dolls and blocks and elephants,\nAnd barking dogs and jumping frogs\nAnd books and games and Santa Claus.\nThrough the cold and the slush of the streets,\nThe passing crowd sweeps by,\nBut the little face is pressed against the pane,\nSpelled by the wonder and joy of the scene.\nSo, I fancy, God peers in at the show window of the world,\nFascinated by His toys—His clowns and jumping jacks,\nAnd dreams wondrous dreams about them."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "376", "page_fin": "377", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "\"I Don't Want a Kitchenette. I Want a New Saddle for My Horse,\" said Alice", "titre_sommaire": "\"I Don't Want a Kitchenette. I Want a New Saddle for My Horse,\" said Alice", "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": "376", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 695, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2393, "texte": "\"I Don't Want a Kitchenette. I Want\na New Saddle for My Horse,\" said Alice\nIN the evening you can see them, leaving stealthily their elevator\napartments or their hotel suites, mounting a bus, with up-\nturned collars and the hat deep into the face to prote'ct them\nagainst the sharp wind, pilgrimaging down to the dear old haunts\nin the village. Years ago they used to live here in some obscure\nrooming house or in a \"studio,\" right under the' roof of a\ndilapidated mansion. Gonfarone's used to be their Delmonico, in\ntheir times of ebb. But their tea pot on the window si 1 and the\ngrocer around the corner on Sixth avenue could tell you of\na good many bre'akfasts, lunches and dinners \"at home.'\nAnd then came the times when tea-pot and grocer were\nforgotten; and some good luck, and they moved up town.\nBut the longing for those good old days_ returns sporadically\nand overcomes them and they cannot re'sist the call of their\nhearts, and down they go to the places that the quite modern\nlust at large for \"Bohemianism\" made grow over night like\nmushrooms. They eat roast chicken and drink red wine some-\nwhere at a small table in _ a dimly-lighted, badly-decorated\nspaghetti house with bad music. It isn tas it used to be; they\nmiss something. And they speak about the good old times.\nBut all is the same as it was, only they themselves have changed\nand they never can be the old ones again, because they have\ntasted their chicken in Ddmonico's and know their imported\nwine lists by heart. And they remember their good old quarters\nwith tea-kettle and delicatessen. And for the atmosphere they\ndid not bring with the'm to the spaghetti houses they are search-\ning in apartments with kitchenettes."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "377", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1436, "texte": "A kitchenette! When two are just married and have no other\nobject in life but to spend every minute possible together—all\napart from the' world, and if they don't wish to have intruders\n(guests) or if they cannot afford to have an establishment of\ntheir own, how nice it is to have this kitchenette; in those days\nwhen eating is nothing but a necessity to furnish nourishment\nto the body, when to be alone me*ans more than the culinary\nofferings of the finest chef. But later on in life, when many\nideals are so near in reach that they are almost forgotten, when\none has developed the ability to enjoy a meal as an art crea-\ntion, the cosiness of a kitchenette affair is something that really\nexists so long as you don't try it.\nWhat these apartment dwellers are really searching for and\ncannot find is their old dear selve's.\nBut why not be satisfied to place flowers upon the grave of\na beloved one ? Why try to dig out the coffin and look at the\neorpse?\nThat new self of theirs, which has so much sentiment and\nso many good thoughts for their own self of by-gone days, is\nsurely just as good—if not far better.\nSpaghetti houses have usually soiled linen and not very clean\nsilver. If there is a kitchenette, someone must peel the' potatoes.\nAnd dinner tastes ever so much better after an hour s ride on\nhorseback, and anyhow, holding onto the reins doesn't spoil\none's hands. What a pity, if they are such nice hands!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "377", "page_fin": "378", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "377", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1438, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2854, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nA.NTHOLOGIES seem to be in vogue. Especially the poets\n\" of the? good old school of jingles and rhymes, who have\nto keep up with the procession and nod grudgingly acknowledge-\nment to vers libre and imagists and all other individualistic\nexpressions foreign to their anima laureata seem to be busy\nmaking compilations of other men's work and sitting as judges\nupon the* poetry of last year.\nOld man Braithwaite, the anthologist of the Boston Tran-\nscript, spoke the far-reaching words of this year and the\ndiamonds he selected from periodicals and magazines are spark-\nling in his anthology recently published by Lawrence J. Gomme.\nOthers 'whose names are household words to the readers of\nmonthly and weekly advertising mediums called popular maga-\nzines, had their selections published and now after the\nfields of current poetry are well-pastured, the short storie's\nof 1915 are a weIcome tooth-sharpener. The mere idea\nthat a man would read two thousand two hundred\nand some odd short stories in about five months in\norder to detect the best among them makes one shudder.\nBut Edward J. O'Brien did it, and he had enough strength left\nafter this rathe'r herculean exercise to sit down and write an\narticle about the American short story of 1915 and write: a\ncompilation of the best stories among them. The anthology was\npublished in the Boston Transcript of January Bth and a selec-"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "378", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2575, "texte": "tion of the stories, with stars, will appear in book form, similar\nto the anthology of Mr. Braithwaite. If the're has to be a judge\nof the best performances of American writers in periodicals\nand newspapers, Mr. O'Brien, who is a young poet of no mean\nabilities himself, an idealist, surely must be welcomed. Just\nthink what would have? happened if Brander Matthews, the\nsimplified speller, or William Dean Ho wells, the old stand-by,\nor some other dried-up representative fossil of American letters\nhad been chosen in his stead!\nBut heartily do I agre'e with Mr. O'Brien that the worst story\nof the year was published in the Saturday Evening Post, and\nI would not hesitate to express my opinion in the plural and\nsay that the worst stories, not only in' 1915, have come from\nthat seat of culture in Philadelphia.\nKreymborg Anthology\nMr. Alfred A. Knopf announces for publication in March,\n1916, an anthology of the! new verse from Others; edited by\nAlfred Kreymborg. Fifty men and women have contributed\nto Others during 1915 and the best of their work was chosen\nfor this anthology. I hope Mr. Kreymborg will not forget\nhimself. I still contend that a few pages on which he printed\nhis own poems in his magazine? are those most worth while\nreading.\nPoetry\nThe guarantors, the contributors and editors of POETRY\nwill assemble on January the 23rd in the club rooms of \"The\nCliff-Dwellers\" in Chicago and celebrate the recent beginning\nof the fourth yefar of this publication, which has been the\nstandard bearer of poetry ala mode in America. \"Poets of\nIllinois and other states will read new poems and guarantors\nwill, it is hoped, express their feeling about the art and the\nmagazine.\" Reservations at $2.50 a plate! Think of poets\ndining at $2.50 the plate! I'd like to see those guarantors ex-\npress their feelings about the art and the magazine. Pass the\nplatef, please!\nThe Minaret\nThe third number of this new periodical of Washington's\nschola poetarum contains the first installment of a series of\n\"Silhouettes of the City,\" by Harold Hersey, which are excep-\ntional pen sketches of everyday incidents, as we can see them\n\"as we walk out on the street.\" I find among the editorials\na very good suggestion for Vachel Lindsay to have a few\nof his rag-time jingles set to music.\nExpression\nThis newcomer among the small magazines calls itself \"a\nmonthly magazine of truth\"and is edited by Alfred E. Hender-\nson, of the Society of Expressionists. A dramatic playlet by\nthe editor \"The Call of Love\" contains a charming little poem.\n\"The Face in the? Fire.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "379", "page_fin": "379", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Marinetti re-christened his painting, \"The Carnival of Paris\" into \"The Bombardment of the Cathedral of Rheims,\" by Blix, from \"Simplicissimus.\"", "titre_sommaire": "Marinetti re-christened his painting, \"The Carnival of Paris\" into \"The Bombardment of the Cathedral of Rheims,\" by Blix, from \"Simplicissimus.\"", "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": "379", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 160, "texte": "Marinetti re-christened his painting, \"The Carnival of Paris\"\ninto \"The Bombardment of the Cathedral of Rheims,\" by Blix,\nfrom \"Simplicissimus.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "379", "page_fin": "379", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Bulletin of the New York Public Library", "titre_sommaire": "Bulletin of the New York Public Library", "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": "379", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 162, "fin_caractere_exclue": 579, "texte": "Bulletin of the New York Public Library\nThe Bulletin for December, which just reached our desk,\ncontains a list of works in the New York Public Library per-\ntaining to prints and their production, by Frank Weitenkampf,\nchief of the Art and Prints Division. \"The object of the list,\nnaturally and primarily, lis to show what the library has of\nthe literature of a subject the interest in which is steadily\nincreasing.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "379", "page_fin": "379", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "Walhalla", "titre_sommaire": "Walhalla", "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": "379", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 581, "fin_caractere_exclue": 796, "texte": "Walhalla\nOtto Lohr, the editor of this literary and historical weekly, is\npublishing very unique poetry in the* pages of his magazine. A\npoem by Prince Karolath in the current issue shows the poet's\ncreative genius."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "379", "page_fin": "379", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Art Notes", "titre_sommaire": "Art Notes", "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": "379", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 798, "fin_caractere_exclue": 987, "texte": "Art Notes\nThe Macbeth Gallery publishes \"in their own interest and the\ninterest of American Art\" a handsome little monthly magazine\nwith good reproductions of paintings in their possession."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "380", "page_fin": "380", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "Zippa, the Mosquito", "titre_sommaire": "Zippa, the Mosquito", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "380", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1301, "texte": "Zippa, the Mosquito\nThis is one of the short masterpieces by Paul Scherbaart, the\nco-editor of \"Der Sturm\" the review of the small group of\nFuturists in Germany, who died recently. Translated by\nGuido Bruno.\nf\\H, COME, come nearer to the lamp\" gleefully exclaimed\nZippa. Her wings fluttered and two hundred little- mos-\nquitoes followed the invitation of little Zippa, happy, joyful,\nwithout hesitation, without thinking.\nUnder the lamp, which was covered by a green silk screen,\nsat an old man eating, his supper.\nAnd there came Zippa with two hundred mosquitoes, and\nZippa felt hilarious like never before.\n\"Dying! Dying surely is the sweetest thing in life! How\nwe do wish to die! Just to die!\" And all the mosquitoes re-\npeated Zippa's exclamations.\nWith merry laughter they fluttered against the hot chimney,\nand soon they lay convulsed with pain next to the supper dishes\nof the old man. He wanted to kill quickly the dying mosquitoes\nso that they would not suffer a long death agony.\nBut Zippa cried while she shook her burnt wings. \"Just leave\nus alone. We are happy to die—dying is so beautiful!\" And\nagain all the dying mosquitoes repeated what Zippa had said.\nAnd everybody was laughing;—and died.\nThe old man continued his supper.\nHe was hungry."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "380", "page_fin": "382", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "Maude: A Memory", "titre_sommaire": "Maude: A Memory", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "380", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1303, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2480, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\nMaurice had ente'red the room noiselessly and approached\nKennethJ He talked to him for a few seconds in a low voice.\n\"Courtland,\" said Kenneth, \"Maurice informs me that one\nof your office nurses would like to talk with you mi a very im-\nportant matter. If you do not wish to communicate with her\njust now, let me tell her so.\"\n\"It will distract my mind,\" answered Courtland, \"I would\nrather hear myself what she has to say.\" He went to a little\ntable in a corner of the library. He took the receiver from\nthe hook of the extension phone\\ He listened for several min-\nutes. The peaceful quietness of the room was suddenly broken.\n\"What!\" he shouted into the instrument and jumped from his\nseat holding the receiver tightly to his ear and talking intently\ninto the mouthpiece. \"Repeat that name! Tell Mrs. Regan that\nI will be at the office presently. It will not take longer than\nthirty minutes to get down there\". Are there any newspapers\nin the office? Don't let her see them under any circumstances.\nDo you hear? Under any circumstances!\" was the abrupt sound-\ning order Courtland gave after the nurse had answered at the\nother end of the wire."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "381", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3084, "texte": "Kenneth was near his friend. He tried to look uninterested\nbut every fiber of his face? seemed to vibrate and the big question\nwas written on his face. A few seconds passed in silence. Court-\nland turned to his friend. He appeared calm and quiet. His\nvoice, tired and disinterested only a fe'w minutes ago, had the\nold metallic ring of a man possessed of his ability to direct\nothers.\n\"Will you please let me have your car, Kenneth? I am\nsorry for your chauffeur. I hate to discommode people! when\nthey think they are through with their day's work.\"\nKenneth rang the bell, gave Maurice the order to phone to\nthe garage to have the car ready. After the butler had gone,\nCourtland approached Kenneth. He stepped near him. He\nlooked into his eyes in an imperative way. \"And now, Kenneth,\"\nhe said, \"I invite you—unless you prefer to stay at home and\nretire—to come with me and meet the woman you defended a\nfew minutes ago. A woman who has the face of a true ideal\ncompanion for a man who has longed for her all his life, who\nhas the soul of a liar and a deceiver! She wishes to speak to\nme—to me the physician. Maude Regan is waiting in my office.\"\nThe elevator man was asleep in a comfortable chair he had\nputin the car. The halls of the big building resounded with\nthe footsteps of the two late visitors. Only a few electric\nlights shone mistily in the corridors. Mechanically the elevator\ndoor was shut by the sleeping guard and in no time they had\narrived at the sixteenth floor. The doors of the anteroom\nwere open. Courtland and Kenneth entered. They took off\ntheir coats and hats and threw them upon the canopy. One of the\nnurses came out. She whispered for a few minutes with, the\nDoctor. Courtland's face was rigid. A severe sternness had\nsettle'd on his forehead. His eyes were hard as Kenneth had\nnever seen them before. He passed the door of the reception\nroom where shel waited. He went into his own den.\nContrary to his custom he turned on the big candelabra in\ndie middle of the ceiling. He turned on the lights on the walls\nand turned on the different lamps on the tables and on the\nmantel. \"I want light, Kenneth,\" he said, \"light and truth are\nfriends. Dreams, darkness and twilight are always companions.\nDreams and twilight disappear, submerging in darkness, leaving\nnothing behind but disappointment and despair.\"\nHe rang the bell, the nurse opened the door leading to the\noperating room. \"Tell Mrs. Re'gan I am at her disposal.\nThe highest tension of a peculiar _ dramatic climax seemed\nto lie in the air of the dayliarht-ilHimined room. Comfort and\npeace seemed to be everywhere. Kenneth, his back turned to\nthe door and to his friend, _ looked intently at the min:ature\npainting of some stransfe-looking woman in the attire of a court\nlady of the time of Louis XIV. It struck him funny to look\nat the severe features of the young face and he admired the ex-\nquisite detail work of the artist who, perhaps, had spent months\nto bring out the real lace effect of the Stuart collar, draped\ngraciously around the lady's neck. He did not understand the"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "382", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 279, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1586, "texte": "strange behavior of his friend and he? wished for seconds that he\nmight be at home in his library to finish the book he had started\nearly in the afternoon.\nBut again he recalled the helplessness of Courtland down on\nMichigan Avenue in front of that jewdry store where he had\nfirst seen that picture of the woman on that dreadful pink page.\nSympathy for the man standing there expecting to face the\nhardest situation a man is ever called upon to face, swefpt through\nhis heart, and while still feeling like an intruder, he was glad he\nwas in the room.\nShe wore a black tailor-made suit. The white lace ruffle\naround her neck, the white lace cuffs over her black kid gloves,\nrelieved the somewhat severe impression of her attire. She\nwore a black felt hat with a very small brim.\nCourtland had forgotten to answer her greeting. He startlefd\nher like the creation of another world. She had started to\nexplain her presence in his office at this late hour. She noticed\nthe extraordinary actions of the doctor. She stopped in the\nmiddle of a sentence and looked helplessly back and forth from\nKefnneth to Courtland, and then into Kenneth's face whose big\neyes were staring at her. Kenneth looked at his friend, tortur-\ning his brain for some remark, a word that would relieve the\nsituation.\n\"You are Maude Regan?\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "382", "page_fin": "382", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.23", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "382", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1588, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2217, "texte": "At the Sign of the Red Lamp\nFifty-three West Third Street, New York\nYou will find this old and picturesque Chop House,\nTWO DOORS EAST OF WEST BROADWAY\nWe make a specialty of Sea Food, Steak and Chops\nSAMUEL S. BROAD, Proprietor Telephone: Spring 5963\nOpen Evenings until Nine\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."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.24", "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": 19, "page_imprimee": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 34, "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.25", "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": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 36, "fin_caractere_exclue": 262, "texte": "AT k CTAD Broadway and 45th Si. Telephone, Bryant 287. Ere'* at 8:20\nTHE Ad 1 UK Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nGREAT HOLLIDAY\nPLAY With FRED NIBLO as \" BILLY HOLLIDAY \""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.26", "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": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 264, "fin_caractere_exclue": 483, "texte": "AT ri nmf rD 42d Street, Wett of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE CAW DLtK Eve'g, 8:10. Matinee*. Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great AU-American Caat"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.27", "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": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 485, "fin_caractere_exclue": 667, "texte": "AT I AM/1 A PDC 48th Street, Wert of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE LUJNuALKE. Eve'g, B:3o.jiMatinee», Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn TRIIJMPHdy The Great Lover"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.28", "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": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 669, "fin_caractere_exclue": 791, "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-1916-01-15-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[383]", "page_fin": "[383]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.29", "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": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 793, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1053, "texte": "Thomas PaSntLiff\nPainting\nPweter\nn -. No. Five\nbarrett Bankst.\nIt is now possible for me\n'I to 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\nBank'st! Garrett\nDrawing\nPainting\nPweter"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-15-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[384]", "page_fin": "[384]", "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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.2.30", "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": "[384]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 595, "texte": "Heaka Kan* t\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, NeY.C.\nGtiido Bruao, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 3:15 p. m.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Humble 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=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents January 15th, 1916\nN.S.E.\n\nCoulton Waugh"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[366]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright January 15th, 1916. Original matter, including all\ndrawings, may not be reproduced without permission of\nGuido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit is\ngi&tn to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nREADERS OF\nAre Asked To Become\n-»■■*'• Y-\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues Two Dollars"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[367]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 3\nJanuary 15th, MCMXVI\nVol. II\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nEmpty Words\nH. Thompson Rich\n« pEACE on earth, good will toward men\"—\nEmpty words, that were empty then!\nTwo thousand years have thundered by,\nAnd still men give their God the lie,\nAnd still men battle and men die;\nAnd still they flay with flail of lead,\nTill earth is red and sea is red\nAnd heaven is crimson overhead.\n\"Peace on earth, good will toward men\"—\nWhen? And the echoes answer: whenf\n\nGreenwich Village in Historical Novels\nI The Goede Vrouw of Mana-ha-ta\nBy Mrs. John King Van Rensselaer\n*\nAt Home and in Society, 1609-1760.\nMRS. ALEXANDER had purchased a beautiful spot that\ncommanded a view of the bay of New York, and she\nhoped to engross her husband's attention in superintending\nthe building of the house and laying out the grounds, and\nin this way distract his mind from the troubles that had\nagitated him for so many years. Small-pox was raging in\nNew York, and the assembly was holding its meetings in\nGreenwich, that salubrious hamlet on Mana-ha-ta, which\nlay at least three miles beyond the city limits, and which\nwas always the haven of refuge when yellow fever, cholera,\nsmall-pox, and other dreaded scourges visited New York,\nintroduced there by sailors who carried these diseases frotm\nport to The centre of Greenwich was about on the spot\nthat the Indians called Sapo-Kanican, which was the site of\none of their villages. Minitie-water (or little brook) joined\nBestevaar's Killitje or Grandfather (Van Cortlandt's) Creek,\nand ran through the place and part of it had been the farm\nof Mme. Oloff Van Cortlandt, that she called \"Bossen\nBowerie,\" or Bush farm. The English name was given\nto the place out of compliment to the palace of Greenwich\n,(which was the haven of sailors, after it was no longer\nused by the king), when Admiral Sir Peter Warren, who"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "368", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwas for many years stationed in these waters, bought the\nadjoining property. , ,\nIn 1739, Mr. Alexander received the news of the deatn,\nat his family estates in England, of the great-grandson\nof the first Earl of Stirling, who was Henry, the fifth\nearl who . had died without male issue, leaving as heirs\nto the unentailed property the wives of William Jrhilips\nLee and Sir William Trumbull. According to the grant\nof the original title, it would now pass to the eldest male\nheir, through John of Gogar, the great-grandfather of James\nAlexander of New York.\n'New York, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1898.\n\nEternal Minutes\nBy Guido Bruno\nIT was raining, raining and raining on a late Sunday afternoon,\nonce years ago in London. I have forgotten the name of\nthe street. But it was a rather stately-looking row of stone\nmansions, whose! doors were shut and undoubtedly The\nhouse on the corner of the narrow side street was gray, window\nboxes with withered plants distinguished it among all others.\nThe shades of the window were yellow and drawn. The house\nseefmed unoccupied, but, strangely, the very large doors were\nwide ajar. The doorway was a welcome refuge for me as I\nhurried without an umbrella to the nearest tube. _ Many men\nand women with rain-wet overcoats stood in this doorway,\nwhich led to a court-yard deserte'd as well as the other part of\nthe house. Some of the; men were pacing up and down nerv-\nously. Some were near the door looking with resignation up\nto the clouded skies which poured continuously Enormous buckets\nof water upon the for-once white-washed sidewalk. Others\nexchanged commonplaces about their unfortunate experience:\nto have be'en caught in the rain, just this afternoon, while they\nhad been in a hurry to get to some place or another where their\npresence was most necessary. Still others were on the outlook\nfor a cab. . .\nAgainst the grey wall le!aned a girl in a green raincoat. She\nhad a red hat and a lot of obstinate blonde hair. She stood\nthere lazily. She seemed to be real happy. She was watching\nthe rain-drops which splashed upon the stone of the sidewalk\nand looking up to the! roof of the house across the from\nwhere little waterfalls poured .... she seemed to enjoy it.\nShe seemed to enjoy the impatience, and the wrath and the\nanger of fellow-refugees. And for a long while she ob-\nserved with happy contentedness the tree in the back yard of\nthe house, with its naked branches and the stone bench beneath\nit.\nShe had big blue efyes.\nShe smiled as our eyes met. I looked for a long time into\nher eyes; her smile vanished slowly—scarcely noticeably, before"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "369", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nshe turned thetai to the dripping umbrella of a new arrival.\nOur eyes met again. Just for one moment. And then some-\none whom she knew came with an umbrella and she left.\nI did not look into her eyes for longer than a small fraction\nof a minute. But it sefemed to me like a long lifetime, with\nall its longing, its promises, its disappointments, its joy . . • .\nwith its inevitable parting.\nYears have passed. But often, of a rainy afternoon or jn\nthe twilight of a quiet hour or in the radiant sunshine of a\nglorious summer day do I think of the big blue eyes beneath\nthe' blonde curls and the red hat.\n\nCats' Purrs\nBy D. Molby\n'il/HAT a cat enjoys apparently the most is to lie down in\na warm place and just breathe and think. He can breathe\nany way he wants to but knows it is better to breathe through\nhis nose so he does. He lets the air come in and go out just\nas it will. And if he wants to feel real pleased, he sings to\nhimself. How he does it is to raise his soft palate and keep\nit raised so that the' air in passing by it will make it vibrate.\nWhen the palate! vibrates it makes vibrations in the air all\naround the cat and anybody who is close enough can hear them.\nThe same air each time is used twice: it makes vibrations\nas it goes in and it makes more as it comes out. The sounds\nit makes are different for as it is inhaled it takes most of the\nvibrations on into the cat. . .\nWhen the cat sings, it is supposed to be' a sign of appreciation\nor contentment. But the cat probably doesn't know what appre-\nciation is, and if he did, he would have no reason for thinking\nthat his singing would show it. And if he were already con-\ntented, he would lie! still that way and not bother to sing. The\ntruth is more likely this: he is comfortable and feeling well\nand something starts him to thinking he is happy. This makes\nhim want to be more happy, so he begins to sing. In this way\nhe soon has himself persuaded into the belief that he really\nis happy and of course this makes him contented.\nWhether or not he ever sings when he is off by himself,\nnobody knows. But the probability is that he does.\ni .mii..»iun- '.v.i..e.~\"untmty~TlircTHjmr^T*hr-fiy1 jbsts*•»\n\nDapple Grey\nG.G.\nGone is the day of Dapple Grey,\nMy true love has grown up;\nNow she sighs for ribbons blue,\nAnd wants a silver cup.\nBe it silver cup or gold one,\nThat steals my love away—\nNo prize is worth the winning\nIf she loses Dapple Grey."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "370", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Concluded)\n\nA Woman's Revenge\nBy Guido Bruno\nHer voice sounded deep and quiet. \"You are dying. You\nknow it and I know it. We have been married ten years.\nNine years we have been living together as strangers. You\nhave taken my youth and destroyed my faith in humanity.\nYou have made me poorer and more pitiable than the beggar\non the street, for he has perhaps somewhere a heart that\nbeats with love for him. And now that you are going—going\nforever—l will tell you how I hate you.\n\"I despise you I loathe you .\nDon't speak! I know everything and I have known every-\nthing all along. I could name them to you, one by one, the\nwomen through whom you have shamelessly betrayed me.\nThere was the wife of your friend, Hans. There was the cir-\ncus-rider who bore you a child, there was the young sales-\nwoman who because of you drowned herself, there was my\nchambermaid. I discharged her and you settled her in quar-\nters of her own. Then came the teacher. She was\nthe only one for whom I felt any sympthay. She loved you\nhonestly, and when she found out that you had a wife at home\nshe gave you up. And then others followed in motley, quick\nsuccession. You took whatever crossed your path: decent\nwomen that suffered for their sin all their lives and girls\nwhose customer you were. You led astray the wives of your\nfriends and dishonored the daughters of your acquaintances.\n\"And now Fate has overtaken you how\ncoarse and relentless! No beauty, and none of the romance\nthat you always loved and for which you lived. Oh, yes! . .\nI know that, too! The last one—the very last! The beautiful\nwife of a motorman attracted you. You overlooked her labor-\nhardened hands and you took her. And for that the motor-\nman burst open your head with his crank. Ha! Ha! Ha! I\nmust laugh, must laugh at your prosaic finish.\"\nLike the gloating of the Furies when they laugh over a\nmisfortune that they have passed and done with, sounded the\nlaugh of this woman who was taking revenge for nine heart-\nbreaking years.\nImperturbable had become the face of the dying man.\nBut the more excitably, the more harshly, the more ma-\nliciously the woman spoke the tenderer and the more loving\ngrew his look. He embraced her body with his eyes.\nHe saw the girdle between skirt and blouse, the watch\nchain with the gold locket hanging from it. He had given it\nto her during their honeymoon. His picture was in that\nlocket and half of a four-leafed clover.\nHe looked in her eyes, in the wonderful, deep violet eyes\nthat were true, so true.\nWhat he had not known for years he realized now:"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "371", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"Mia Mial I have loved you always. You did not under-\nstand me. You did not try to understand me. I sought for-\ngetfulness with the others. I drifted from one to the other.\nI was always searching for you and you were lost to me.\nForgive me . . . Mia! .... Mia, I love y°u\ndear . . . I . . . always loved only you . . .\"\n\"Harry, you lie! Tell me that you are lying! God in\nheaven 1 Don't go from me with a lie on your lips! That\ncannot be the truth!\"\nShe sobbed. She wept. She fell on her knees beside the\nbed and threw her arms about the lifeless body.\nA soft rain beat against the window panes. The silver\nscissors and knives that lay on the dressing table and waited\nin vain to care for the hands of the master glittered nobly.\nThef blue and yellow vials on the medicine table sparkled like\noddly-cut semi-precious stones.\nThe quiet of an unchangeable misery lay over every\nobject in the room.\nSoundless tunes of an unplayed sonata /of Beethoven\ndiffused through the air.\nA woman had taken revenge.\n\nLondon Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington*\nDecember 27th, 1915\nTHE death of Stephen Phillips take's from us another figure of\nthe 'nineties and a man who by temperament at any rate\nwas far more of a poet than many of his contemporaries upon\nwhom fortune smiled more smugly. • As Phillips said himself,\nhe was not respectable enough for a Civil List pension or for\none of those sinecure offices often given to men of letters.\nThe man who had two or three poetic plays running in London\nat the same time and was the most successful literary dramatist\nsince Wilde, came down to hawking his poems in person at\nnewspaper offices. During the last year or so he had been\nediting the' Poetry Review, a little literary journal subsidized\nby the Poetry Society.\nIt is to be supposed that Phillips died of alcoholism and\nregret—like most of the poets of his decade. One can see\nnow the price those poets of the' 'nineties had to pay for\ntheir few years of glory and the little ardour they brought back\nto our numbed and paralysed literature. Dowson, Francis\nThompson, Davidson, Lionel Johnson, Wilde—their lives are\nsad and bitter. They enriched the end of the century with a\nlittle fleeting beauty, but they gave it us out of their hearts\nand hopes, or perhaps rather out their despair.\nFor the characteristic thing of the Renaissance of the 'nine-\nties in England was its despair. It had something of the fever\nof music or revelry at a feast where time is short and the end"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "372", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nis at hand. All their art suggests an intermezzo, beautiful\nbut desperate.\nAll these poets and artists of the 'nineties seem on behold-\ning the life' of their time to have exclaimed in a kind of hope-\nless terror \"Oh Lord!\" and then to haVe alternatively sung\nor drunk, in an unthinking despair.\nThey were artists, as good artists as their environment allowed\nthem to be, but they were poor builders for any art of the\nfuture. That is, they had no conscious appreciation of their\nposition in the society where they found themselves. ihey\nknew it was disagreeable and antipathetic to their art, but that\nwas the extent of their analysis. It led them for the most part\nto miserable ends.\nMost of the books which are appearing •at the moment are\nChristmas books, ornate and heavy tomes whe'rein indigestible\nthoughts lie like raisins in a plum pudding. Almost literarily\nthey are sold by weight. They are very expensive and solid,\nand are bought by thousands. A notable book though shows\nits head here and there'. Such an one is the translation of\nRomain Rolland's Au Dessus de la Melee, which is to be given\nthe title of 'Above the Battle' and is published by Allen &\nUnwin. The book is also to be done in Ame'rica I hear.\nI have been acquainted with the French work for some time,\nhaving read the articles as they originally appeared in the\nJournal de Geneve, where Rolland is now living in exile. The\npublication in France of Au Dessus de la Melee was for some\ntime forbidden by the French Government. It is not easy to\nsee why, here in England, whe're we still enjoy a greater\nliberty of expression than they do in France. Any of these\narticles of Rolland's might have been published in any paper\nhere at any time during the war, for the' patriotism which\ninspires them is undoubted, and it is only a plea for reason\nand the intelligence which the author of Jean Christophe offers\nus in these beautiful pages. He're that spirit of reason, of\nhumanity, which has found here and there in America some\nadmirable expressions, crystalises into a poignant form. I can\nonly urge everyone to get this inspiring book where the' intel-\nligence of Europe that is gravely wounded and in agony finds\nan expression not unworthy of its glorious past. In the\nintroduction we read \"A great nation assailed by war has not\nonly its frontiers to defe'nd. It has also its reason. To each\nman his task: to the armies the guarding of the soil of the\nfatherland. To the men of thought the preservation of\nthought.\"\nRolland protests against the brutal orgy of lies, of defama-\ntion and of panic hatred which a war produces amon? the\nbaser intelligences of a people, and he asks the elite of the\nwarring nations if they cannot still be good patriots without\nceasing to be traitors to that European conception of humanity,\nwhich, up to the fatal moment of August 1914, had been their\nideal."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "373", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nNor does he despair that for a legacy all that the war will\nleave will be ruin and chaos.\n\"They are mistaken who think that the ideas of free human\nbrotherhood are suffocated now! . . . I have no doubt of\nthe future unity of European society. It will be realized. This\nwar is but its baptism of blood.\"\nIn the Role of the Elite, The Idols, and Inter Arma Caritas\nMonsieur Rolland says some brave and uplifting words.\n\nEdward Storer\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\njWIISS VOLNOVA, who appears this Thursday for the first\ntime before a New York audience, a young Russian girl\nwho came recently to America, has the aim to interpret with\nher dancing what the great masters expressed on canvas or\nin marble and to give to our eye what the music of her accom-\npaniment gives to our ear. She will present a dance of the\nOrient,-\"A Vision of Salome,\" by G. B. Lampe. \"War Tragedy\"\nis the dramatic interpretation of the horrors of war. It is a\nrecent composition by E. R. Steiner. All that entrancing\nrhythm of Mendelsohn's \"Spring Song\" she sketches for the\neye with her graceful, lithesome body.\nMiss Volnova is an idealist who believes that dancing is\nan art which should be presented to the masses of the popu-\nlation, in its highest and most refine'd development. The goal\nof her ambition is to dance before \"all and everybody\" and to\nbring joy of life and sense of rhythm to those who need it most.\nMr. Alfred E. Henderson, who will introduce Miss Volnova\nin the coming season to art-loving Ne'w York, will appear on\nthe same program in his Henderson Trio with Agde Granberg\nand Miss Roelker. Miss Granberg will interpret by pantomime\nOscar Wilde's \"Happy Prince,\" which Mr. Henderson will read,\naccompanied by Miss Rodker on the piano.\nWhat Is the Matter?\nOne can hardly believe that with so many real good, far\nabove the ave'rage singers, piano players and instrumental artists\nextant and looking for engagement the offerings in our music\nhalls and concert rooms of smaller calibre maintain a standard\nso far below the average. Real tragic are very ofteh the tales\nof artists who apply for an appearance on the stage of Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre of their sad wanderings from\nmanagers to impresarios, from impresarios to press agents and\nall efforts to gain a public appearance strand upon those two\nrequirements which to achieve they don't get a chance: money\nor reputation.\n\nGuido Bruno\nCulture is all that that is left after we have forgotten\nwhat we learned.\nA real woman respects, above all, strength in a man."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "374", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Our Village\nIF you are really one of those easily impressed and you have\nthe energy to follow your first impulse after reading a\nnewspaper article and to investigate for yourself, come down to\nGreenwich Village in the evening. Then it is that village of\nwhich you read, the background to so many big things, the\nessential in so many big lives,—the one? part of the city where\nyou can forget city and six million co-inhabitants of yours:\nthere is the Arch with its simple architecture, the monumental\ngateway to the Square, between the nake'd branches of trees\nand bushes,_ houses big and small, with large windows and just\nstingy openings to let in the light. Lights here and there. High\nupon the tower of a hotel an electric-lighted cross and still\nhigher above, a few stars, and if you are lucky and the night is\nclear, the moon. And then you cross over to the othefr side\nof the Square and there are the small narrow streets. The\nSquare is deserted and only a few passengers waiting for\nthe next bus make up the small group beneath the arc light. But\nthe streets are peopled with men and womrti who stand around\nthe Italian grocery shops and pastry bakeries; they worked all\nday and kept sile'nt and now they live their real own life. There\nare cafes as you can see them on the rivas in small Italian\ncoast cities where you really eat pastry and drink coffee and\nplay dominoes. And then turn in one of those streets and unex-\npectedly, like the background of a miniature play-house, a little\nchapel looms up before you. The doors are open, candlefs\nbefore the altars are testimony that the saints are not\nforgotten. Women are sitting on the stairs selling rosaries,\nlittle statuettes and paper flowers; and men and women and\nchildren are passing in and passing out. And then follow the\nthundering elevated and turn again to the Square. As many\nwindows as you see lighted in thefse mansions of yore used now\nas rooming and lodging-houses—as many homes do they contain.\nCan you help thinking it: if I were a poet or an artist,\nI surely would live here and nowhere else?\nBut, dear reader, because of your living here you would\nnot be a poet or an artist.\nJohn Masefield returned to New York for a short stay\nand I hope he won't forget to visit the village where he\nspent so many years of his life, long before the day of his\nfame and recognition. He will speak, on Sunday, the 16th\nbefore the MacDowell Club. An extended lecture tour\nthrough the United States is before him.\nCaptain Hall's exhibit of marine scenes, forest scenes and\nespecially his portraits of Lincoln and Nancy Hanks\nLincoln s mother, are proving of great interest especially\nto those connoisseurs of art who are quite at a loss if\nconfronted by something sincerely original but rather\nstrange to the focal capacity of their eyes. The exhibition\nwill continue on the walls of Bruno's Garret until the last\nweek of January."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "375", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nSadakichi Hartmann will read in Bruno's Garret, on\nTuesday night, January his dramatic masterpiece,\n\"Christ,\" and on Wednesday night \"Buddha.\" The readings\nwill start at 8.15 sharp. Admission by ticket only. The\nseating capacity being limited it is necessary to close the\ngarret if this limit is reached.\nMrs. E. C. Moloney, of \"M. Y. Q.\" fame, recovered from\na serious case of blood poisoning. She is contemplating a\nvery busy social season during the coming month of balls\nand merriment.\nRossi Bros.' tea-room right under Bruno's Garret is busy\nas ever selling stamps to those who do not wish to walk to\nthe nearest post office station, which is very far off. There\nis a sub-station somewhere on Bleecker street, but outside\nof the sign indicating that there should be a post office, one\ncannot detect anything of its existence. Greenwich Village\nshould have a post office of its own known as the \"Greenwich\nVillage Station,\" and no better place could there be for its estab-\nlishment than in Rossi's, where everybody does his letter\nstamping anyhow.\nCharles Keeler is at work on a new book of poems—\"The\nMirror of Manhattan.\" They are realistic glimpses of\nscenes and people in the city, written in free verse, with\nreflections from many angles of life, high and low. Many\ncompressed stories are suggested in the familiar settings\nof New York, and there are hints scattered through the\nwork to make one think of the meaning of it all.\nIn a recital at Bruno's Garret on the evening of Monday,\nJanuary 24th, Mr. Keeler will read a group from this new\nwork. He will give a program, with one or two exceptions,\nof numbers that have not hitherto been heard. Among\nthem are his Knight Songs for children, and a group from\n\"The Victory,\" including picturesque and musical numbers\nin marked contrast to the realistic note in his poems of\nNew York life.\n\nTragedy\nKATHARINE S. OLIVER\nMy soul was fashioned quick as fire\nFrom struggle, love, and' pain.\nYou took it in its glow and strength\nBeside your own to reign.\nYour own was dull and clogged and dim,\nAnd made for sordid day\nOne night my young soul flared too far;\nQuivered, and fled away.\n\nRegarding Clara Tice\nF.R.A.\nI would' not be unkind, as G. G. was to Clara Tice,\nHe said her drawings were not nice—\nI couldn't be so rude,\nBut still I hope some day she'll draw a nude with pulchritude,\nAnd more abundant curves\nThose skinny nymphs of hers get on my nerves."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "376", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nChristmas Toys\nBy Charles Keeler\nLITTLE child, with nose flattened against the big plate\nglass,\nWith eager eyes is peering in from the street,\nDevouring the fairy toyland there displayed,\nFor it is holiday time and Christmas will soon be here!\nThere are dolls and blocks and elephants,\nAnd barking dogs and jumping frogs\nAnd books and games and Santa Claus.\nThrough the cold and the slush of the streets,\nThe passing crowd sweeps by,\nBut the little face is pressed against the pane,\nSpelled by the wonder and joy of the scene.\nSo, I fancy, God peers in at the show window of the world,\nFascinated by His toys—His clowns and jumping jacks,\nAnd dreams wondrous dreams about them.\n\n\"I Don't Want a Kitchenette. I Want\na New Saddle for My Horse,\" said Alice\nIN the evening you can see them, leaving stealthily their elevator\napartments or their hotel suites, mounting a bus, with up-\nturned collars and the hat deep into the face to prote'ct them\nagainst the sharp wind, pilgrimaging down to the dear old haunts\nin the village. Years ago they used to live here in some obscure\nrooming house or in a \"studio,\" right under the' roof of a\ndilapidated mansion. Gonfarone's used to be their Delmonico, in\ntheir times of ebb. But their tea pot on the window si 1 and the\ngrocer around the corner on Sixth avenue could tell you of\na good many bre'akfasts, lunches and dinners \"at home.'\nAnd then came the times when tea-pot and grocer were\nforgotten; and some good luck, and they moved up town.\nBut the longing for those good old days_ returns sporadically\nand overcomes them and they cannot re'sist the call of their\nhearts, and down they go to the places that the quite modern\nlust at large for \"Bohemianism\" made grow over night like\nmushrooms. They eat roast chicken and drink red wine some-\nwhere at a small table in _ a dimly-lighted, badly-decorated\nspaghetti house with bad music. It isn tas it used to be; they\nmiss something. And they speak about the good old times.\nBut all is the same as it was, only they themselves have changed\nand they never can be the old ones again, because they have\ntasted their chicken in Ddmonico's and know their imported\nwine lists by heart. And they remember their good old quarters\nwith tea-kettle and delicatessen. And for the atmosphere they\ndid not bring with the'm to the spaghetti houses they are search-\ning in apartments with kitchenettes."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "377", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nA kitchenette! When two are just married and have no other\nobject in life but to spend every minute possible together—all\napart from the' world, and if they don't wish to have intruders\n(guests) or if they cannot afford to have an establishment of\ntheir own, how nice it is to have this kitchenette; in those days\nwhen eating is nothing but a necessity to furnish nourishment\nto the body, when to be alone me*ans more than the culinary\nofferings of the finest chef. But later on in life, when many\nideals are so near in reach that they are almost forgotten, when\none has developed the ability to enjoy a meal as an art crea-\ntion, the cosiness of a kitchenette affair is something that really\nexists so long as you don't try it.\nWhat these apartment dwellers are really searching for and\ncannot find is their old dear selve's.\nBut why not be satisfied to place flowers upon the grave of\na beloved one ? Why try to dig out the coffin and look at the\neorpse?\nThat new self of theirs, which has so much sentiment and\nso many good thoughts for their own self of by-gone days, is\nsurely just as good—if not far better.\nSpaghetti houses have usually soiled linen and not very clean\nsilver. If there is a kitchenette, someone must peel the' potatoes.\nAnd dinner tastes ever so much better after an hour s ride on\nhorseback, and anyhow, holding onto the reins doesn't spoil\none's hands. What a pity, if they are such nice hands!\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nA.NTHOLOGIES seem to be in vogue. Especially the poets\n\" of the? good old school of jingles and rhymes, who have\nto keep up with the procession and nod grudgingly acknowledge-\nment to vers libre and imagists and all other individualistic\nexpressions foreign to their anima laureata seem to be busy\nmaking compilations of other men's work and sitting as judges\nupon the* poetry of last year.\nOld man Braithwaite, the anthologist of the Boston Tran-\nscript, spoke the far-reaching words of this year and the\ndiamonds he selected from periodicals and magazines are spark-\nling in his anthology recently published by Lawrence J. Gomme.\nOthers 'whose names are household words to the readers of\nmonthly and weekly advertising mediums called popular maga-\nzines, had their selections published and now after the\nfields of current poetry are well-pastured, the short storie's\nof 1915 are a weIcome tooth-sharpener. The mere idea\nthat a man would read two thousand two hundred\nand some odd short stories in about five months in\norder to detect the best among them makes one shudder.\nBut Edward J. O'Brien did it, and he had enough strength left\nafter this rathe'r herculean exercise to sit down and write an\narticle about the American short story of 1915 and write: a\ncompilation of the best stories among them. The anthology was\npublished in the Boston Transcript of January Bth and a selec-"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "378", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ntion of the stories, with stars, will appear in book form, similar\nto the anthology of Mr. Braithwaite. If the're has to be a judge\nof the best performances of American writers in periodicals\nand newspapers, Mr. O'Brien, who is a young poet of no mean\nabilities himself, an idealist, surely must be welcomed. Just\nthink what would have? happened if Brander Matthews, the\nsimplified speller, or William Dean Ho wells, the old stand-by,\nor some other dried-up representative fossil of American letters\nhad been chosen in his stead!\nBut heartily do I agre'e with Mr. O'Brien that the worst story\nof the year was published in the Saturday Evening Post, and\nI would not hesitate to express my opinion in the plural and\nsay that the worst stories, not only in' 1915, have come from\nthat seat of culture in Philadelphia.\nKreymborg Anthology\nMr. Alfred A. Knopf announces for publication in March,\n1916, an anthology of the! new verse from Others; edited by\nAlfred Kreymborg. Fifty men and women have contributed\nto Others during 1915 and the best of their work was chosen\nfor this anthology. I hope Mr. Kreymborg will not forget\nhimself. I still contend that a few pages on which he printed\nhis own poems in his magazine? are those most worth while\nreading.\nPoetry\nThe guarantors, the contributors and editors of POETRY\nwill assemble on January the 23rd in the club rooms of \"The\nCliff-Dwellers\" in Chicago and celebrate the recent beginning\nof the fourth yefar of this publication, which has been the\nstandard bearer of poetry ala mode in America. \"Poets of\nIllinois and other states will read new poems and guarantors\nwill, it is hoped, express their feeling about the art and the\nmagazine.\" Reservations at $2.50 a plate! Think of poets\ndining at $2.50 the plate! I'd like to see those guarantors ex-\npress their feelings about the art and the magazine. Pass the\nplatef, please!\nThe Minaret\nThe third number of this new periodical of Washington's\nschola poetarum contains the first installment of a series of\n\"Silhouettes of the City,\" by Harold Hersey, which are excep-\ntional pen sketches of everyday incidents, as we can see them\n\"as we walk out on the street.\" I find among the editorials\na very good suggestion for Vachel Lindsay to have a few\nof his rag-time jingles set to music.\nExpression\nThis newcomer among the small magazines calls itself \"a\nmonthly magazine of truth\"and is edited by Alfred E. Hender-\nson, of the Society of Expressionists. A dramatic playlet by\nthe editor \"The Call of Love\" contains a charming little poem.\n\"The Face in the? Fire.\""}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "379", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMarinetti re-christened his painting, \"The Carnival of Paris\"\ninto \"The Bombardment of the Cathedral of Rheims,\" by Blix,\nfrom \"Simplicissimus.\"\n\nBulletin of the New York Public Library\nThe Bulletin for December, which just reached our desk,\ncontains a list of works in the New York Public Library per-\ntaining to prints and their production, by Frank Weitenkampf,\nchief of the Art and Prints Division. \"The object of the list,\nnaturally and primarily, lis to show what the library has of\nthe literature of a subject the interest in which is steadily\nincreasing.\"\n\nWalhalla\nOtto Lohr, the editor of this literary and historical weekly, is\npublishing very unique poetry in the* pages of his magazine. A\npoem by Prince Karolath in the current issue shows the poet's\ncreative genius.\n\nArt Notes\nThe Macbeth Gallery publishes \"in their own interest and the\ninterest of American Art\" a handsome little monthly magazine\nwith good reproductions of paintings in their possession."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "380", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nZippa, the Mosquito\nThis is one of the short masterpieces by Paul Scherbaart, the\nco-editor of \"Der Sturm\" the review of the small group of\nFuturists in Germany, who died recently. Translated by\nGuido Bruno.\nf\\H, COME, come nearer to the lamp\" gleefully exclaimed\nZippa. Her wings fluttered and two hundred little- mos-\nquitoes followed the invitation of little Zippa, happy, joyful,\nwithout hesitation, without thinking.\nUnder the lamp, which was covered by a green silk screen,\nsat an old man eating, his supper.\nAnd there came Zippa with two hundred mosquitoes, and\nZippa felt hilarious like never before.\n\"Dying! Dying surely is the sweetest thing in life! How\nwe do wish to die! Just to die!\" And all the mosquitoes re-\npeated Zippa's exclamations.\nWith merry laughter they fluttered against the hot chimney,\nand soon they lay convulsed with pain next to the supper dishes\nof the old man. He wanted to kill quickly the dying mosquitoes\nso that they would not suffer a long death agony.\nBut Zippa cried while she shook her burnt wings. \"Just leave\nus alone. We are happy to die—dying is so beautiful!\" And\nagain all the dying mosquitoes repeated what Zippa had said.\nAnd everybody was laughing;—and died.\nThe old man continued his supper.\nHe was hungry.\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\nMaurice had ente'red the room noiselessly and approached\nKennethJ He talked to him for a few seconds in a low voice.\n\"Courtland,\" said Kenneth, \"Maurice informs me that one\nof your office nurses would like to talk with you mi a very im-\nportant matter. If you do not wish to communicate with her\njust now, let me tell her so.\"\n\"It will distract my mind,\" answered Courtland, \"I would\nrather hear myself what she has to say.\" He went to a little\ntable in a corner of the library. He took the receiver from\nthe hook of the extension phone\\ He listened for several min-\nutes. The peaceful quietness of the room was suddenly broken.\n\"What!\" he shouted into the instrument and jumped from his\nseat holding the receiver tightly to his ear and talking intently\ninto the mouthpiece. \"Repeat that name! Tell Mrs. Regan that\nI will be at the office presently. It will not take longer than\nthirty minutes to get down there\". Are there any newspapers\nin the office? Don't let her see them under any circumstances.\nDo you hear? Under any circumstances!\" was the abrupt sound-\ning order Courtland gave after the nurse had answered at the\nother end of the wire."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "381", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nKenneth was near his friend. He tried to look uninterested\nbut every fiber of his face? seemed to vibrate and the big question\nwas written on his face. A few seconds passed in silence. Court-\nland turned to his friend. He appeared calm and quiet. His\nvoice, tired and disinterested only a fe'w minutes ago, had the\nold metallic ring of a man possessed of his ability to direct\nothers.\n\"Will you please let me have your car, Kenneth? I am\nsorry for your chauffeur. I hate to discommode people! when\nthey think they are through with their day's work.\"\nKenneth rang the bell, gave Maurice the order to phone to\nthe garage to have the car ready. After the butler had gone,\nCourtland approached Kenneth. He stepped near him. He\nlooked into his eyes in an imperative way. \"And now, Kenneth,\"\nhe said, \"I invite you—unless you prefer to stay at home and\nretire—to come with me and meet the woman you defended a\nfew minutes ago. A woman who has the face of a true ideal\ncompanion for a man who has longed for her all his life, who\nhas the soul of a liar and a deceiver! She wishes to speak to\nme—to me the physician. Maude Regan is waiting in my office.\"\nThe elevator man was asleep in a comfortable chair he had\nputin the car. The halls of the big building resounded with\nthe footsteps of the two late visitors. Only a few electric\nlights shone mistily in the corridors. Mechanically the elevator\ndoor was shut by the sleeping guard and in no time they had\narrived at the sixteenth floor. The doors of the anteroom\nwere open. Courtland and Kenneth entered. They took off\ntheir coats and hats and threw them upon the canopy. One of the\nnurses came out. She whispered for a few minutes with, the\nDoctor. Courtland's face was rigid. A severe sternness had\nsettle'd on his forehead. His eyes were hard as Kenneth had\nnever seen them before. He passed the door of the reception\nroom where shel waited. He went into his own den.\nContrary to his custom he turned on the big candelabra in\ndie middle of the ceiling. He turned on the lights on the walls\nand turned on the different lamps on the tables and on the\nmantel. \"I want light, Kenneth,\" he said, \"light and truth are\nfriends. Dreams, darkness and twilight are always companions.\nDreams and twilight disappear, submerging in darkness, leaving\nnothing behind but disappointment and despair.\"\nHe rang the bell, the nurse opened the door leading to the\noperating room. \"Tell Mrs. Re'gan I am at her disposal.\nThe highest tension of a peculiar _ dramatic climax seemed\nto lie in the air of the dayliarht-ilHimined room. Comfort and\npeace seemed to be everywhere. Kenneth, his back turned to\nthe door and to his friend, _ looked intently at the min:ature\npainting of some stransfe-looking woman in the attire of a court\nlady of the time of Louis XIV. It struck him funny to look\nat the severe features of the young face and he admired the ex-\nquisite detail work of the artist who, perhaps, had spent months\nto bring out the real lace effect of the Stuart collar, draped\ngraciously around the lady's neck. He did not understand the"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "382", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nApplication* for entry u N«od>elui matter at the Poet Office «112\nNew York pending.\n\nstrange behavior of his friend and he? wished for seconds that he\nmight be at home in his library to finish the book he had started\nearly in the afternoon.\nBut again he recalled the helplessness of Courtland down on\nMichigan Avenue in front of that jewdry store where he had\nfirst seen that picture of the woman on that dreadful pink page.\nSympathy for the man standing there expecting to face the\nhardest situation a man is ever called upon to face, swefpt through\nhis heart, and while still feeling like an intruder, he was glad he\nwas in the room.\nShe wore a black tailor-made suit. The white lace ruffle\naround her neck, the white lace cuffs over her black kid gloves,\nrelieved the somewhat severe impression of her attire. She\nwore a black felt hat with a very small brim.\nCourtland had forgotten to answer her greeting. He startlefd\nher like the creation of another world. She had started to\nexplain her presence in his office at this late hour. She noticed\nthe extraordinary actions of the doctor. She stopped in the\nmiddle of a sentence and looked helplessly back and forth from\nKefnneth to Courtland, and then into Kenneth's face whose big\neyes were staring at her. Kenneth looked at his friend, tortur-\ning his brain for some remark, a word that would relieve the\nsituation.\n\"You are Maude Regan?\"\n\nAt the Sign of the Red Lamp\nFifty-three West Third Street, New York\nYou will find this old and picturesque Chop House,\nTWO DOORS EAST OF WEST BROADWAY\nWe make a specialty of Sea Food, Steak and Chops\nSAMUEL S. BROAD, Proprietor Telephone: Spring 5963\nOpen Evenings until Nine\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."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[383]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.19", "texte": "THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES\n\nAT k CTAD Broadway and 45th Si. Telephone, Bryant 287. Ere'* at 8:20\nTHE Ad 1 UK Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Prices) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nGREAT HOLLIDAY\nPLAY With FRED NIBLO as \" BILLY HOLLIDAY \"\n\nAT ri nmf rD 42d Street, Wett of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE CAW DLtK Eve'g, 8:10. Matinee*. Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great AU-American Caat\n\nAT I AM/1 A PDC 48th Street, Wert of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE LUJNuALKE. Eve'g, B:3o.jiMatinee», Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn 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\n\nThomas PaSntLiff\nPainting\nPweter\nn -. No. Five\nbarrett Bankst.\nIt is now possible for me\n'I to 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\nBank'st! Garrett\nDrawing\nPainting\nPweter"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[384]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160115-01.1.20", "texte": "Heaka Kan* t\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, NeY.C.\nGtiido Bruao, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 3:15 p. m.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 2:00 p. m.\n8:15 p. m.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nChildren's Hour and Disc Concert\non the Square.\nPerformance at the Little Thimble\nTheatre.\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to The\nLittle Humble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}