{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_sha256": "743f5acd1122b375fd220f7370438f41994bac66d0d81fc4e421a3fd18cd35d7", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/01/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[387]", "page_fin": "[387]", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "From the autograph collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan, New York.", "titre_sommaire": "From the autograph collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan, New York.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[387]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 138, "fin_caractere_exclue": 204, "texte": "From the autograph collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan,\nNew York."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[387]", "page_fin": "388", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Vilage of Yore", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Vilage of Yore", "signature_source": "Thomas A. Janvier", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[387]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 206, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1131, "texte": "Greenwich Vilage of Yore\n\nGreenwich Village: The Place Where One Meets Spectres\nREENWICH VILLAGE always has beCn to me the most at-\ntractive portion of New York. It has the positive\nindividuality, the age, much of the picturesqueness, of that\nfascinating region of which the centre is Chatham Square;\nyet it is agreeably free from the? foul odors and the foul\nhumanity which make expeditions in the vicinity of Chatham\nSquare, while abstractly delightful, so stingingly distressing to\none's nose and soul.\nGreenwich owes its picturesqueness to the? protecting spirit\nof grace which has saved its streets from being rectangular\nand its houses from being all alike and which also has pre-\nserved its many quaintnesses and beautie's of age—with such\nresulting blessings as the view around the curve in Morton\nStreet toward St. Luke's Church, or under the arch of trees\nwhere Grove and Christophe'r streets are mitred together bj"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "388", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2742, "texte": "the little park, and the many friendly old houses which stand\nsquarely on their right to be individual and have their own\nopinion of the rows of modern dwellings all made of precisely\nthe same material cast in precisely the same mould.\nThe cleanliness, moral and physical, of the village is ac-\ncounted for by the fact that from the very beginning it has\nbeen inhabited by a humanity of the better sort. From\nFourteenth Street down to Canal Street, west of the! meridian\nof Sixth Avenue, distinctively is the American quarter of\nNew York. A sprinkling of French and Italians is found within\nthese limits, together with the few Irish required for political\npurposes; and in the vcinity of Carmine! Street are scattered\nsome of the tents of the children of Ham. But with these ex-\nceptions the population is composed of substantial, well-to-do\nAmericans—and it really does one's heart good, on the Fourth\nof July and the 22d of February, to see the way the owners\nof the roomy comfortable houses which here abound proclaim\ntheir nationality by setting the trim streets of Greenwich\ngallantly ablaze with American flags. As compared with the\ncorresponding region on the east side—where a score of families\nmay be found packed into a single building, and where even\nthe bad smells have foreign names—this American quarter of\nNew York is a liberal lesson in cleanliness, good citizenship, and\nself-respect.\nAnd how interesting are the people whom one hereabouts\nencounters (with but the most triflling effort of the imagina-\ntion) stepping along the! ancient thoroughfares which once knew\nthem in material form!—Wouter Van Twiller, chuckling over\nhis easily won tobacco plantation; the Labadist envoys re-\njoicing becaiuse of their discovery of a country permissive of\nliberty of conscience and productive of good beer; General 01.\nDe Lancey—wearing the Tory uniform which later cost him\nhis patrimony—taking the air with his sister, Lady Warren,\nthe stout, bewigged Sir Peter, and the three little? girls; Gover-\nnor Clinton, with the harried look of one upon whom an ad-\nvance copy of the Declaration of Independence has been served;\nSenator Richard Henry Lee, of Virginia, who honored Green-\nwich by making it his home during the session of Congress in\n1789; Master Tom Paine—escaped from Madame Bonneville\nand the little boys in the house in Grove Street—on his way\nto the Old Grapevine for a fresh jug of rum; shrewd old\nJacob Barker, looking with satisfaction at the house in Jane\nStreet bought from a butcher who had enough faith in him to\ntake the doubtful notes of his bank at par. Only in Greenwich,\nor below the City Hall—a region over-noisy for wraiths—will\none meet agreeable spectres such as these.\n\nThomas A. Janvier"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "388", "page_fin": "388", "image_debut": 4, "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Limburger Cheese is the Wagner of the Nose", "titre_sommaire": "Limburger Cheese is the Wagner of the Nose", "signature_source": "Thomas A. Edison", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "388", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2744, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2804, "texte": "Thomas A. Edison.\nLimburger Cheese is the Wagner of the Nose"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "389", "page_fin": "389", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The Vow: The True Story of an Ancient House", "titre_sommaire": "The Vow: The True Story of an Ancient House", "signature_source": "Stephen Phillips", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "389", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1044, "texte": "The Vow: The True Story of an Ancient House\nStephen Phillips.\nI\n\"I struck my dear son; I, his sire,\nAn idiot made him in my ire;\nI hear him mumble in the sun,\nAnd see him listless walk or run.\nII\nIf I by penance might atone,-\nAnd kneeling wear away the stone!\nIf I might hope by prayer or fast\nTo absolve me of my sin at last!\nIII\nCan any fast or penance heal\nThe stare thy father's hand did deal?\nWhat withering vigil can restore\nThy happy laughter as of yore?\nIV\nThy mother of thy daftness died,\nShe did not he?ar thee at her side;\nThy vacant eyes became her doom,\nThy jargon laid her in the tomb.\nV\nSee! by my side he loves to stand,\nAnd puts into my own his hand;\nAnd at my knee his favorite place,\nGod! how he smiles into my facel\nThis never before published poem of Stephen Phillips, the recently\ndeceased English poet, was part of a collection of autographs sold by\nReverend Baunt of England, in order to provide English soldiers of his\nparish with Christmas presents. The manuscripts were bought by Pat-\nrick F. Madigan."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "389", "page_fin": "391", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.6", "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": 5, "page_imprimee": "389", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1046, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1907, "texte": "London Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington.\nJanuary Ist.\nIN the theatre world of London there is nothing to be seen at\nthe moment but musical comedie?s and pantomimes. The\ntheatre which at Christmas always tends to develop a saccharine\nsentimentality touches at present the depths of banality. The\ntitles of the pieces now running such as, \"A Little! Bit of\nFluff,\" \"To-night's the Night,\" \"Charley's Aunt,\" \"Tina,\" \"The\nSpanish Main,\" \"Betty,\" and \"Shell Out,\" suggest that managers\ndo not feel the present to be the moment for originality or\nenterprise.\nThe two most important art exhibitions of the winter, the\nNew English Art Club and The London Group, have recently\nopened their doors. The war again and the bad conditions\nwhich it creates for artists have reduced the attractiveness of\nthese groups considerably."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "390", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3091, "texte": "Thtf New English Art Club was indeed in doubt for a while\nif it should give a winter exhibition. It has done so, but\nthere is little to comment on in the result. Mr. Augustus John,\nthe most brilliant figure of this Club, shows some Irish peasant\ntypes drawn with the reality of which he is a master and\nnot a little of his on-creCping mannerism.\nThe London group is generally the most revolutionary of the\nart exhibitions. Futurism and Vorticism are usually in violent\nactivity there, but this session neither Mr. Epstein nor Mr.\nWyndham Lewis—two of the most interesting figurefs of the\nadvance guard— have sent anything. The Neo-Realists, Gilman,\nGinner, Bevan and company, maintain a steady average of\nhonest effort. They are Essentially honest painters, these three,\nwell mannered, industrious and not without talent. They still\nhold their Saturday afternoon salon up in Cumberland Market,\na beautiful old London haymarket, full of light and the\natmosphere of early Victorian days. Two or three yefars ago\nsome painters discovered its charm and its good light, and\nbegan to colonize in the queer old rickety houses.\nI looked into the Poetry Bookshop in Devonshire Street the\nother day and great activity was evident. The public in London\nreally buys a lot of poetry at Christmas and the New Year.\nIt has a preference for something exquisitely bound and printed,\nbut the cheaper little books sell well too, as Christmas or\nNew Year cards. This house has just issued two chap books,\nImages, by Richard Aldington and Cadences, by F. S. Flint.\nThey contain some charming line's. Both volumes I believe\nare being published shortly in the States.\nI should like to call the attention of your readers to A. E.'s\nImaginations and Reveries (Maunsel s|-). A. E. (George? W.\nRussel) js well known of course as one' of the men who\nbrought about the wonderful Irish Literary movement which\nis undoubtedly the most important literary development that\nhas taken place in these isles for a long time. Justice has\nperhaps never been done to A. E. Purposely he has kept\nhimself in the background, happy enough to be able to work\nfor his ideal which has been to breathe a new soul into his\nbeloved country. It is only now beginning to be generally\nrecognized what Yeats, A. E., Lady Gregory, Synge1 and all\nthe abbey theatre group have done not only for Ireland, but\neven for England. They have provided that tradition, that\nsense of co-operation and security which alone makes a national\nart possible. They have shown the writers of young Ireland\nthat the best way to serve themselves is to serve something\ngreater than themselves—an ideal.\nImaginations and Reveries is a fine book, finer perhaps in its\ndetails than as a whole, and I know that a book of such\ncharacter could not possibly have come out of England. Its\ninspiring words flame behind a background of rich and com-\nmunal life. Reading them one feels the Irish people, their\npassions and their dreams, and above all, their great and un-\ndeniable love of their country.\nI hope to be going to Ireland this wedc, so that perhaps in"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "391", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 185, "texte": "my next letter I may have something to say of the literary\nisle, of Dublin and of the Irish poets, some of whom I am\nsure to meet. _. „\n\nEdward Storer"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "391", "page_fin": "391", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.7", "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": 7, "page_imprimee": "391", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 187, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2678, "texte": "Eternal Minutes\nBy Guido Bruno\n,\nTHE two men sat in the summer-house back of the big\nresidence. It was dark. The white candle on the table\nflickered an insufficient yellow light. The river far below\nseemed an unstransgressable separating depth of the high hills\nthat grew into the heavens on the other side. Not a star shone\non the clouded skies. A big ugly moth did her best to com-\nmit suicide in the flame of the candle. . The air was laden\nwith heaviness. It was one! of the nights that we declare our\nlove, that we exchange confidences, in which we regret lost\nchances and resurrect dead memories. The! man with a sad,\nalmost mourning look, broke the silence.\n.... \"And so I gave up because of my real, eternal,\nnever changing love. I never thought that I could do it. But\nlove wins. I watched her closely. I tried to understand every\none of her actions. I indulged her eccentricities. She was\nsick. I fdt her pain. I watched over her day and night. And\nher husband was always at hand.\"\n\"Your life has always been simple, my dear fellow. You,\ndon't know what it means to love a woman, to receive favors\nfrom her, all those small and big favors that make life worth\nliving—and then, you have to say good-night eVery evening.\nYou have to make appointments to meet at this and that place\nwhen you know that she should be with you all the* time.\nThen there were hefr children. It's a funny thing about those\nchildren* Wouldn't you expect rather strange, even fhard\nfeelings towards the living testimony of her devotion to an-\nother man? But no—I never did. They seemed to be a part\nof her. I loved them almost as much as herself.\n*'You know, we went on this way for months. Women\nare such masters at burning life's candles at both ends. They\nknow that the two lights must meet some time?. And that then\nthere will be darkness. But they don't think. They don't\nfeel the creep of the inevitable shadow.\n\"We met every day. We lived. We kissed. We lovCd . . . God!\nThe torture of it! When I sat evening after evening in my\nquiet quarters with her picture? in front of me. And she\n. . . . I don't know what she was doing. I only imag-\nined : I believed in her with all my heart.\n\"She loved her home, the old furniture so carefully se-\nlected by her and for her, the old servants upon whom she\ndepended; she hung with all her soul upon the everyday rou-\ntine of living that she had followed for more than twenty\nyears. I was now a new factor in the new routine—a beloved\n• t\none, but an addition."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "392", "page_fin": "392", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Little Tales by Feodor Sologub", "titre_sommaire": "Little Tales by Feodor Sologub", "signature_source": "Translated by John Cournos", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "392", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1712, "texte": "Little Tales by Feodor Sologub\nTranslated by John Cournos\nTwo Candles, One Candle, Three Candles\nTWO white candles were burning, and there? were many lamps\nupon the walls. A man was reading a manuscript, and\npeople were listening in silence.\nThe flames trembled. The candles also were* listening—\nthe reading pleased them, but the flames were agitated, and\ntrembled.\nThe man finished reading. The candles were blown out.\nEvery one left.\nAnd it was just as before.\nA grey candle was burning. A seamstress sat sewing. An\ninfant slept, and coughed in its sleep. Gusts of cold air came\nfrom the wall. The candle wept white, heavy tears. The tears\nflowed and congealed. Dawn came. The seamstress, with red\neyes, kept on sewing. She blew out the candle. She ke*pt on\nsewing.\nAnd it was just as before.\nThree yellow candles were burning. In a box lay a man,\nyellow and cold. Another was reading a book. A woman was\nweeping. The candles flickered from fright and from pity.\nA crowd came. Chants were sung, incense was burned. The\nbox was carried away. The candles were blown out. Every\none left.\nAnd it was just as before.\nThree Gobs of Spit\nA man went by, and spat three gobs of spit.\nHe walked away, the' gobs remained.\nSaid one of the gobs:\n\"We are here, but the man is not here.\"\nSaid the second:\n\"He has gone.\"\nSaid the third:\n\"He came precisely for the purpose of planting us here. We\nare the goal of man's life. He has gone, but we have remained.\"\nA Marriage\nA drop of rain fell through the air, a speck of dust lay on\nthe ground.\nThe drop wished to unite with a hard substance; it was tired\nof its free, active existence.\nIt joined itself to the speck of dust—and lay on the ground\na blob of mud."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "392", "page_fin": "392", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Fuit Ilium", "titre_sommaire": "Fuit Ilium", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "392", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1714, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1872, "texte": "Fuit Ilium\nTom Sleeper\nThe days I have lived and longed for\nHave come and have gone at last\nBut not all the sorrows of future\nCan deaden the joys of the Past."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "393", "page_fin": "393", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Golgotha", "titre_sommaire": "Golgotha", "signature_source": "Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "393", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 298, "texte": "Golgotha\nSleeper\nYHE withered leaves have fallen\nThe sVark and naked trees\nStand shivering bleak and hopeless\nWhile evefry chilling breeze\nDrives cold November rain.\nA little youth—a little hope\nA striving to attain—then\nLike the trees the grave lies drenched\nBy cold November rain."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "393", "page_fin": "393", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "The Cigarette", "titre_sommaire": "The Cigarette", "signature_source": "After the German of Peter Altenberg, by 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": "393", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 300, "fin_caractere_exclue": 698, "texte": "The Cigarette\nAfter the German of Peter Altenberg, by Guido Bruno.\nCHE was a very young and very poor waitress.\nShe had only one passion, or better, one longing . . . .\nvery good Egyptian cigarettes.\n1 gave her a few.\nOne day I kissed her.\nShe did not object very strenuously.\nLater on she said: \"I am sorry—I don't enjoy any more\nthese fine cigarettes so much. Heretofore, I had them for\nnothing.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "393", "page_fin": "393", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Extra! Extra!", "titre_sommaire": "Extra! Extra!", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "393", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 700, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1233, "texte": "Extra! Extra!\nTom Sleeper\n¥ ITTLE Low Lizzie is shiverin' cold,\n\" She ain't goin' to live a lot more;\nOver there she's a-lying\nBy the empty ole stove\nJust a bundle of rags on the floor.\nShe's sufferin', too, I kin tell by her breath\nComes an' goes with a queer sort of sound,\nBut soon she'll be put\nWhere she's wantin' to be,\nIn a bit of a box underground.\nLots of times, just the same,\nWhen I ain't sold me papers,\nWhen I'm hungry and me fingers is blue,\nI hitch up me belt and blow on me hands,\nAnd thinks, Lizzie—I wish I was you."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "393", "page_fin": "394", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Just a Turkish War Story", "titre_sommaire": "Just a Turkish War Story", "signature_source": "Translated from the German, author unknown, by 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": "393", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1235, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1755, "texte": "Allah Knows Better\nJust a Turkish War Story\n\nAn aga of Moerch, in Gen, had been fighting against the-\nrebellious Christians of Macedonia. Because a Christian—\nso thought the aga— never a good soldier, the dogs of\nMacedonia had cut off his right hand. Therefore, he petitioned'\nfor a pension claiming to be an invalid. But the bey decreed1\nthat only such were invalids as have neither arms nor legs;\nbut the aga having still his left hand and both legs could not\nbe considered to be made the beneficiary of a pension. The"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "394", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1689, "texte": "aga was a learned man who knew well the laws of his country\nand who even had learned how to write. Therefore, he\nwrote with his left hand to the! pasha of his district, claiming\nto be an invalid and entitled to the pensions granted by the\ngovernment. The pasha decided in his favor, but because\nhe had directed his claims directly to him and not to the\neffendi, he had the aga punished with twenty lashes on his\nsoles. The aga received the twenty lashes and then entered a\ncomplaint to the ceraskier, who commissioned the military kadi\nwith the investigation of the case. The* ceraskier found among\nold laws and codices that only he can be a soldier of the sultan\nwho is in full possession of his right hand, and he also found\na military law according to which soldiers could write to thdr\nsuperiors, using their right hand only. The aga putin as\ndefense that he was not a soldier any longer at the time he\nlost his right hand. The wise kadi was of the opinion that the\naga had been a soldier until dismissed by his bey, no matter\nwhether he was in possession of his right hand or not; and\ntherefore, he! should have written to the pasha with his right\nhand. After careful deliberation he arrived at the decision that\nthe aga who, while being a soldier had written with his left\nhand to a superior officer, should be punished ve'ry severely.\nHis left hand should be cut off. Such was the verdict of the\nmilitary kadi and he added: \"Allah knows better.\"\nThe grand sultan said, after having been informed of the\nverdict pronounced by the) kadi: \"By the beard of the prophet,\nonly a moslem can be a righteous judge.\"\n\nTranslated from the German, author unknown, by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "394", "page_fin": "396", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.14", "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": "394", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1691, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2846, "texte": "In Our Village\nWHAT\nwould you answer a stranger, who after jumping\nthrough the open window into your room should ask: \"Who\nare you?—in whose room am I?\" Would you be kind and\n-obliging and tell him who has annoyed you who you are and\nwhftt the name of the street is on which the house stands\nupon which he has intruded, or, would you be indignant and\nthrow him out?\nIsn't it about the same* if the telephone bell rings violently,\ninterrupting you in work, sleep or conversation, and then you\nliear some impertinent-sounding voice asking: \"Who is this\nplease?\" And you know that this happens to you almost every\n•day. The telephone is a wonderful invention. But blessed\nare those? who do not need it. Its advantages are indispensable,\nbut the annoyance it causes to the individual constantly does\nnot permit us to rejoice over this commerce-promoting inven-\ntion. Especially here in Greenwich Village the service is un-\nand time-absorbing because of its inefficiency and\nannoying on account of the ignorance, indolence and unwilling-\nness of the operators. We pay a nickel for each call, and I\nbelieve we are entitled to an immediate connection; we are en-"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "395", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2962, "texte": "titled to a report on a number which we do not get. The\ntelephone pay-stations in the various' drug stords and hotels (the\nnickel pay-stations) are still worse than the private wire._ The\nreport \"Does not answer\" or \"Busy\" is rarely given if not\nasked for specifically by the? user of the telephone. 'Informa-\ntion' needs an unusually long time to look tip a _ name or a\nnumber. And then there seems to be an inefficiency which\nmakes itself hard felt in the? regulations concerning rooming-\nhouses and lodging-houses. A good many rooming-houses in\nour village—so-called studio buildings—extend to the inhabitants\ntelephone privileges. The people? who live there are naturally\nnot registered in the telephone book but the owner of the\ntelephone, who is either the care-taker or the proprietor of the\nhouse. Very rarely do we know the name of the people and if\nwe ask 'information' to give us the telephone number of such\nand such a house at such and such strelet, the information will\nbe denied because we don't know the name under which the? tele-\nphone is entered, and especially hard is it to get the number in\nsuch a house! where there are several instruments installed and the\nowner or care-taker of such a building neglected to state his\noccupation at the time he signed his contract.\nAnd if you have an instrument of your own on your desk\nor in your house, how often does the bell ring and it is a\n\"mistake\" or you don't get an answer at all or an indignant-\nsounding voice will answefr; \"Who is this ?\"\nComplaining!—it won't do any good. Where there is no\ncompetition, there is absolute independence. No matter how\ndisappointed, you have to continue it or go without it.\nLife is so short that we? really should try to exclude every-\nthing which adds unpleasant moments to our days. And who\nhasn't had unpleasant experiences with his telephone?\nThe Greenwich Village Battalion, United States Boy Scouts,\nhas become! an important factor in the lives of the youth of the\nVillage. Organized less than two years ago, it now numbers\nmore than three hundred members, has an up-to-date equipment,\nwith drum, fife and bugle corps of sixty piecefs and frequently\nshows at theatres, exhibitions and at every local affair. It's\nfour Captains have seen service with Uncle Sam's regulars.\nDrills are held each Monday and Thursday night at Public\nSchool 95, Clarkson Street, near Hudson Street.\nA committee of lifelong residents of Old Greenwich Village\nwith Charles F. Dillon, as Chairman, John McFarland, Secretary,\nand Jesse Heim, Treasurer, assist Colonel Nolan and his\nofficers.\nThe exhibition of paintings, marine scenes and forest scenes,\nincluding portraits of Abraham Lincoln and of Nancy Hanks,\nLincoln's mother, by Captain George Edward Hall, will con-\ntinue on the walls of Bruno's Garret until the last days in\nJanuary.\nCharles Keeler will read in a recital in Bruno's Garret, on\nthe evening of Monday, January 24th, a group of etchings from"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "396", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1701, "texte": "his new collected poems, \"The Mirror of Manhattan. They\nare realistic impressions of people met in the metropolis, with\nreflections from many angles of life, high and low. His pro-\ngram comprises, with one or two exceptions, only numbers\nwhich have not hitherto been heard. Among them are; his\n\"Knight Songs for Chldren\" and a group from\"The Victory,\nincluding picturesque and musical numbers in marked con-\ntrast to the realistic note in his poems of New \\ork life.\nThe reading will start at 8:15 sharp. Admission by ticket\nonly. The seating capacity being limited, it will be necessary to\nclose the garret if this limit is reached.\nCharlotte James, well-known to the frequenters of Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre, is severely ill and win not\nbe able to appear at her usual seat at the1 piano, for quite a\nwhile.\nRobert McQuinn, the scenic artist, who designed the stage\nsettings for the \"Hip-Hip-Hooray\" and for the latest Dilling-\nham success, \"Stop, Look and Listen!\" closed last week a\ncontract for a new production. He will spend a few weeks\nin Atlantic City, his home town, before he engages in his new\nwork.\nPepe & Brother, the real estate kings of the village, are\nrebuilding at present several old residences into studio build-\nings. They are combining the useful with the pleasant, taking\ninto consideration the light and space requirements of people\nwho wish to work in comfort.\nMiss Gertrude C. Mosshart, publicity agent of the National\nAmerican Woman's Suffrage Association, of_ Washington, D.\nC., made a thorough investigation of our village during her\nrecent short stay in New York and she thought it would be\ngreat to start a sort of a village in the capital."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "396", "page_fin": "397", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "396", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1703, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2604, "texte": "Passing Paris\n\nParis, January, Ist.\nTHE enthusiasm sending a Charles Peguy — a humanist\nin his opinions to the war should be a proof of my\nassertion as to the popularity of this war at its outset before\nopinion had been fanned by the Press and the cabal of optimistic\nfalsehoods which MM. Tery in U Oeuvre, Compere-Morel in\nL'Humanite, and that tardy patriot Herve (who once said the\ndunghill was the only proper place for the national flag, in\nLa Guerre Sociale are now, somewhat late in the day and long\nafter the public has opened its eyes of its own begin-\nning to criticize. Yet one may ask oneself whether this arti-\nficially created optimism had not its advantages if it helped\nto contribute to the stoicism shown by the French to every\none's, including their own, surprise.\nThe Germans argue that war cannot be conducted courteously.\nThe French may reply that as it cannot be conducted without"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "397", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1708, "texte": "hatred, therefore, as with other munitions, the more there is\nof it the better, and that whatever is done to increase the supply\nis justified by the? end in view.\nIf purists of the truth, humanitarians, pacifists and socialists,\netc., had not undergone the metamorphosis they did it is\npossible Paris would now be as German as Brussels. Which\nwould be! a grievous pity.\nOne of the leaders of the symbolist movement, Stuart Mefrrill,\nhas just died at Versailles, his residence, at the age of fifty-two\nyears. Like Jean Moreas, like the de Noailles, like\nRenee Vivien, Stuart Merrill was a foreigner—an American of\nthe United States—who had elected to express himself in\nFrench in preference to his native tongue, in which he had,\nhowever, made his first poetic attempts. He had acquired famili-\narity with the language of France during his childhood, having\nbeen educated at a Paris lycee. He had named his different\nvolumes of poetry Les Gammes, Petits Poetnes d'Automne, Les\nQuatre Saisons, and Une Voix dans la Foule. M. Anatole\nFrance said that he was a poet appealing only to the ear, but\na poet who can hold attention by this means is a clever man.\nThe criticism cannot, however, be Extended to all his poems\nindiscriminately.\nM. Ricciotto Canudo, an Italian who writes in French, author\nof La Ville Sans Chef, a book with ideas, has been distinguish-\ning himself in Serbia, where he has been promoted to the\nrank of captain—a title that I believe he alone among literary\nsoldiers has as yet attained.\nThe poet-humourist Guillaume Appollinaire, who has oc-\ncasionally been quoted in these columns, is a second lieutenant.\nExtract from a Letter to\"The Egoist,\" London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "397", "page_fin": "399", "image_debut": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.16", "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": "397", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1710, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2667, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nOUR old friend, Hippolyte Havel, has reached the goal of his\nambition. He has a magazine of his own. Hard and dis-\ncouraging were his tribulations, but now the two numbers pub-\nlished of his paper, \"The Revolt,\" must compensate him fully.\nAnd there is another credit due Hippolyte Havel: he is the\nman who conceived first the idea of starting a kind of an\neating-house in Greenwich Village, a place where artists and\nwriters could eat wholesome food in a congenial atmosphere.\nThe Greenwich Village Inn, as it was originally on Washington\nPlace and still longer ago in the basement of 137 MacDougal\nStreet, called \"The Basement,\" was his creation. His contri-\nbutors are men well-known to the average magazine reader.\nBut in what a different vein do they give themselves in Havel's\n\"Revolt\"!\nReedy's Mirror\n\"Three years go,\" says Mr. Reedy in the current issue of his\nMirror, \"the Encyclopedia Brittanica was sold widely at a"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "398", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2628, "texte": "good, plump sum on what looked like a positive guarantee\nthat it would never be cheaper in price at first hand. Now\nthere's an edition advertised at a reduction of 46 per cent.\nEven though this edition is put forth by Sears, Roebuck & Co.,\na corporation headed by philanthropist Julius Rosenwald, there a\nsomething like a swindle in this procedure. The purchasers\nof the Earlier edition were deceived or the new edition is not, as\nadvertised, the equal of the first. The publishers of the first\nedition would appear definitely to have broken faith with those\nwho bought the book, to have robbed those purchasers of the\n46 per cent, the purchasers of the new edition are said to save.\nOthers, For January\nEdward J. O'Brien, the man who read two thousand two\nhundred and some odd short stories in order to select the best\nand publish the titles and the names of their authors in the\nBoston Transcript, is represented in the January issue of\nKreymborg's Magazine of the New Verse with a gentle poem,\nwhich discloses him as a luring shepherd. Max Endicoff has\nin the same issue, a few etchings. He thinks just as every\none of us does, things we read a long time ago somewhere else.\nBut he writes and calls it \"Etchings.\" That is the difference,\n\"see?\" Yes, he is courageous.\nThe Missouri Mule\nIt is a monthly magazine of fun, philosophy and puns, the good\nold sort of paper which used to come from our western back\nwoods. It really makes us laugh and it is free from the in-\ntricacies of artists and writers who wish to be at least twenty-\nfive years ahead of themselves.\nThe Nutshell\nFrom his studio in Carnegie Hall, A. G. Heaton, the artist\nand traveler, sends The Nutshell, his little monthly paper. _ He\nsends it to his friends to whom he has owed letters for quite a\nwhile, and to such people as he wants to remind of his ex-\nistence. It's a good idea to have once a month such a whole-\nsale letter day.\nThe Egoist\nJohn C. Cournos contributes in the current issue' of the\nLondon \"Egoist,\" to this new era of revived Russian men of\nletters of twenty and more years ago, a vivid picture of,\nFeodor Sologub, author of twenty volumes comprising almost\nevery literary form, of which The Created, Legend is best known\nto English readers. A few translations of his characteristic\npoems taken from this issue of \"The Egoist,\" are reproduced\non another page. \"The Egoist\" is today the only journal, which\nfinds its way from Europe to our editorial table, not saturated\nwith this tiresome war business, giving a review of everything\nof interest in literary matters and in art, and even not excluding\nGermany and Austria."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "399", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 698, "texte": "Loose Leaves\nNumber 6 of these flying fame pamphlets published by our\nLondon correspondent, Edward Storer, contains a very original\narticle on \"Absolute Poetry,\" five poems by John Goodman, and\na few verses by F. Xancred, bringing us a new breath from\nthe English shores. Among all the realism of our contempor-\naries there seems to thrive a small group of idealists, 01\nartists. These poets are like architects who have abandoned\nthe designing of public buildings in different styles and have\nstarted to work on temples consecrated to gods, gods who are\nso real that one could mistake them for the ancient divinities\nof the Greeks and Romans. But they are just their own real\ngods."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "399", "page_fin": "400", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre: Its Real Mission", "titre_sommaire": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre: Its Real Mission", "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": "399", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 700, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2726, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre:\nIts Real Mission\nILIST to make it clear once more: Mr. Charles Edison s\nJ Little Thimble Theatre has no other purpose but to give\nyoung American musicians, composers, poets and playwrights\na hearing. To act as a free forum accessible to everybody who-\nhas done something that he considers worth while and to give\nhim a chance to be heard by an unprejudiced audience.\nJudging from Mr. Edison's mail, a good many people seem to\nbe under the impression that the Thimble Theatre is_a kind of\nphilanthropic institution for musicians and singers out of employ-\nment, others mistake it for a concert hall where artists of fame\nwill be heard. The mere fact that one has a known name, that\none has a pocketful of newspaper clippings or has sung or\nplayed before European princes and members of royal families\nand has received medals and crosses of honor, bars him from\nan appearance in the Little Thimble Theatre.\nIt is just the American who works and toils honestly in this\ncountry and has not had, for some reason or another, a chance\nto be rejected or accepted by an American public, that Mr.\nEdison is interested in.\nWe live in an age of recognition. The tragedy of a Poe\ncould Hardly be repeated to-day. > The good work done will\nultimately gain recognition and it is solely up to the man him-\nself to create for himself the right circle of activities. America,\nneeds good music, good poems, good books. While the writer\nhas it comparatively easy to persuade a publisher to see the\nmerits of his works, the musician is handicapped by that supreme\nillusion which has taken hold of all impresarios and producers\nof plays: that America has no music and that the American\nhas to look for real good stuff to Mother Europe. But the\nworst of it is they don't want even to lend themselves to an\nexperiment. They are afraid of everything that hasn't got\nthe European label.\nIt would be megalomania to assume that the activities of the\nLittle Thimble Theatre, even if successful beyond expectation,."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "400", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 682, "texte": "could change this condition. But the little snowball kicked off\ninciaently from the high mountain grows to be a big avalanche.\nAnd if the larger public cannot be reached and tne composer\nor musician derives no other benefit but to play in public, his\nself-confidence is being strengthened and he returns home\nfilled with new ambitions, and plunges into his work with new\nyigor.\nMr. Edison invites every American musician, composer or\nsinger to take advantage of his Little Thimble Theatre. Serious\nefforts will find serious consideration.\n** terser''s -*■\" « ■**-**- «n,- T7.-T.^^-nir>l-rnTrri'fi--T nwr- — iiimtii\" ± tii niMliil ■■ mi *mm* —■ u iir ri i an niiiirnr"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "400", "page_fin": "401", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "The Story of Oscar Wilde's Life and Experience in Reading Gaol", "titre_sommaire": "The Story of Oscar Wilde's Life and Experience in Reading Gaol", "signature_source": "His Warder", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "400", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 684, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2553, "texte": "The Story of Oscar Wilde's Life and\nExperience in Reading Gaol\nBy His Warder.\nI NEVER saw a man who looked\nWith such a wistful eye\nUpon that little patch of blue\nWhich prisoners call the sky;\nAnd at every wandering cloud\nThat trailed\nIts revelled fleeces by\nAN ex-prison warder who was at Reading Gaol during the\nentire period of Wilde's incarceration, has drawn aside the\nveil that hid the ill-fated man of genius during his degradation\nand despair \"in the depths.\"\nThe publication of the? posthumous book by the great literary\ngenius, who \"sinned and suffered,\" has induced this warder,\nwho had charge of Oscar Wilde during his imprisonment, to\ntell how that unhappy man of letters \"circled the centre of\npain,\" as he in poignant phrase described the daily prison ordeal.\n\"The warders strutted up and down,\nAnd watched their herd of brutes.\"\nwrote Wilde on his release, and in this fragment of verse can\nbe read his own bitter self-contempt. Of the warders them-\nselves, he made no complaint — he regarded them as simply\ninstruments of an iron, soul killing system that might be right—■\nor wrong.\nThe warders, on their side, knew how terrible was the punish-\nment the former pampered pet of society must be? undergoing,\nfor they could see he was suffering a thousandfold because\nof his strangely sensitive temperament and previous ignorance\nof all hardships and iron discipline.\n\"Poor Wilde.\" writes his former prison custodian, who is by\nno means the iron-hearted creature warders are generally sup-\nposed to be.\n\"I remember, before he was transferred from Wandsworth\nPrison, the governor of Reading Gaol said to us, 'A certain\nprisoner is about to be' transferred here, and you should be\n*1 am indebted for this story to Mr. Patrick F. Madigan,\ni»ho has the original, in the handwriting of Oscar Wilde's\nwarder, and also the two manuscripts mentioned in this story."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "401", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 35, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2662, "texte": "proud to think the Prison Commissioners have chosen Reading\nGaol as the one most suitable for this man to serve the re-\nmainder of his sentence in.'\n\"The governor never told us the! name, but directly tne\nprisoner arrived, we saw that 'C 33' which was his prison letter\nand number, afterwards made famous by him, thus signing the\n'Ballad of Reading Gaol,' was none other than Oscar Wilde;\n\"The probable cause; of his transfer from Wandsworth Prison\nwas his inability to comply with the regulation tasks allotted\nto his class of prisoner. On one or two occasions he had been\nbrought up before the governor there for idleness at oakum-\npicking or talking.\n\"I refmember my first sight of the fallen literary idol of whom\nall the world was then talking in terms of infamy.\n\"A tall figure with a large head and fat, pendulous cheeks,\nwith hair that curled artistically, and a hopeless look in his\neyes—that was Oscar Wilde as I first met him.\n\"Not even the hideous prison garb, or 'C 33,' the badge? of\nignominy he bore could altogether hide the air of distinction\nand ever-present intellectual force that lifted him always far\nabove 'the hefrd of brutes,' as he so bitterly afterwards styled\nhis fellow convicts and himself.\n\"From the first it was apparent to us that he was totally\nunfitted for manual work, or hardships of any kind, and he was\ntreated accordingly.\n\"He was no good for anything—except writing, and that\nas a rule, has small place inside a prison. But on account of his\nformer greatness a small concession was made! him, and he was\nallowed to read and write as much as he liked.\n\"Had this boon not been granted him he would, I am con-\nfident, have pined away and died. He was so unlike other mtfn.\nJust a bundle of brains—and that is all.\n\"When he arrived his hair was long and curly, and it was\nordered to be cut at once.\n\"It fell to my lot as warder in charge to carry out this order\nand cut his hair, and never shall I forget it.\n\"To Oscar Wilde it seemed as though the clipping of his locks,\nand thus placing him on the same level as the closely shorn,\nbullet-headed prisoners round him was the last drop in the cup\nof sorrow and degradation which he had to drain to thd bitter\ndregs.\n\"'Must it be cut,''he cried piteously to me. 'You don't know\nwhat it means to me,' and the tears rolled down his cheeks.\n\"It may seem somewhat ludicrors to some who do not know,\nas I do, what a curiously constituted character was that of\nOscar Wilde?, but I know it cut me to the heart to have to be\nthe person to cause him his crowning shame. Warders have\nfeelings, although their duty will not always allow them to\nshow it."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "402", "page_fin": "402", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.19", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "402", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 273, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1524, "texte": "Maude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\nAnything, the most unusual thing that Courtland would have\ndone could not have' astonished him more than this hoarsely\nuttered question.\nMrs. Regan involuntarily made a few steps back toward the\ndoor of the waiting-room. There she stood for seconds that\nseemed hours. Kenneth, watching the doctor, did not seeta to\npay any attention to her presence in the room. She opened the\ndoor. She opened it slowly; inch by inch the interior of the\nwaiting-room could be seen from the doctor's den. A nurse\nwas busying herself noiselessly with some papers on a small\ntable. In a deep leather-upholstered chair sat a young woman.\nShortly after she had espied Mrs. Regan, she jumped to her\nfeet, crossed the room with hasty steps. \"Will he go, mother ?\nIs he coming with us?\" She! stood in the open doorway. Both\nmen looked at her.\n\"Courtland!\" exclaimed the girl, approaching the doctor with\nextended hand, \"I know you'll go with us, please do.\"\n\"So you are not married, Maude?\" was the answer of the\ndoctor who had grasped the hand, holding it tightly in his.\nMrs. Maude' Regan was introducing her daughter Maude, to\nKenneth. There seemed to be method in the madness that she\nhad feared to read in Courtland's face, in his actions."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "402", "page_fin": "402", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "402", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1526, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2157, "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\n%\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-1916-01-22-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[403]", "page_fin": "[403]", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[403]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 676, "texte": "•THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES'\nAT A CTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'* at 8:20\nTHE AO 1 UIV Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Price*) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nHOLLIDAY\nWith FRED NIBLO as \"BILLY HOLLIDAY\"\nGREAT\nAMERICAN\nPLAY\nAT /\"i i VIM rn 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE CANDLER Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast\nAT I f\\\\ir A roc 48th Street West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE LUJNuAV/KEi Eye's, 8:30. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn TIUUMFHdy The Great Lover"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[403]", "page_fin": "[403]", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[403]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 678, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1044, "texte": "LIBRAIRIE FRANCAISE\nDEUTSCHE BUECHER\nLibrairie Francaise\n111 Fourth Avenue\nAlways on hand a large, fine selection of best\nFrench, English, German and Spanish romances.\nBest English literature and foreign classics a spec-\nialty. All kinds of literature bought and exchanged.\nArt magazines wanted.\nWRITE US WHAT YOU ARE INTERESTED IN.\nCIRCULATING LIBRARY ENGLISH BOOKS"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-01-22-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-01-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[404]", "page_fin": "[404]", "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=bmtnaaq19160122-01.2.23", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[404]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 597, "texte": "T\nllonka Kafaiz\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 2:15 p. m.\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 Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.1", "texte": "B HEbbUi\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents January 22nd, 1916\nN.S.E."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[386]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright January 15th, 1916. Original matter, including all\ndrawings, may not be reproduced without permission ol\nGuido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit is\ngives to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nREADERS OF\nBruno's Weekly\nt\nAre Asked To Become\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 Issues Two Dollars"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[387]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Squat#\nNo. 4\nJANUARY 22nd, MCMXVI\nVol. II\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nFrom the autograph collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan,\nNew York.\n\nGreenwich Vilage of Yore\n\nGreenwich Village: The Place Where One Meets Spectres\nREENWICH VILLAGE always has beCn to me the most at-\ntractive portion of New York. It has the positive\nindividuality, the age, much of the picturesqueness, of that\nfascinating region of which the centre is Chatham Square;\nyet it is agreeably free from the? foul odors and the foul\nhumanity which make expeditions in the vicinity of Chatham\nSquare, while abstractly delightful, so stingingly distressing to\none's nose and soul.\nGreenwich owes its picturesqueness to the? protecting spirit\nof grace which has saved its streets from being rectangular\nand its houses from being all alike and which also has pre-\nserved its many quaintnesses and beautie's of age—with such\nresulting blessings as the view around the curve in Morton\nStreet toward St. Luke's Church, or under the arch of trees\nwhere Grove and Christophe'r streets are mitred together bj"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "388", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe little park, and the many friendly old houses which stand\nsquarely on their right to be individual and have their own\nopinion of the rows of modern dwellings all made of precisely\nthe same material cast in precisely the same mould.\nThe cleanliness, moral and physical, of the village is ac-\ncounted for by the fact that from the very beginning it has\nbeen inhabited by a humanity of the better sort. From\nFourteenth Street down to Canal Street, west of the! meridian\nof Sixth Avenue, distinctively is the American quarter of\nNew York. A sprinkling of French and Italians is found within\nthese limits, together with the few Irish required for political\npurposes; and in the vcinity of Carmine! Street are scattered\nsome of the tents of the children of Ham. But with these ex-\nceptions the population is composed of substantial, well-to-do\nAmericans—and it really does one's heart good, on the Fourth\nof July and the 22d of February, to see the way the owners\nof the roomy comfortable houses which here abound proclaim\ntheir nationality by setting the trim streets of Greenwich\ngallantly ablaze with American flags. As compared with the\ncorresponding region on the east side—where a score of families\nmay be found packed into a single building, and where even\nthe bad smells have foreign names—this American quarter of\nNew York is a liberal lesson in cleanliness, good citizenship, and\nself-respect.\nAnd how interesting are the people whom one hereabouts\nencounters (with but the most triflling effort of the imagina-\ntion) stepping along the! ancient thoroughfares which once knew\nthem in material form!—Wouter Van Twiller, chuckling over\nhis easily won tobacco plantation; the Labadist envoys re-\njoicing becaiuse of their discovery of a country permissive of\nliberty of conscience and productive of good beer; General 01.\nDe Lancey—wearing the Tory uniform which later cost him\nhis patrimony—taking the air with his sister, Lady Warren,\nthe stout, bewigged Sir Peter, and the three little? girls; Gover-\nnor Clinton, with the harried look of one upon whom an ad-\nvance copy of the Declaration of Independence has been served;\nSenator Richard Henry Lee, of Virginia, who honored Green-\nwich by making it his home during the session of Congress in\n1789; Master Tom Paine—escaped from Madame Bonneville\nand the little boys in the house in Grove Street—on his way\nto the Old Grapevine for a fresh jug of rum; shrewd old\nJacob Barker, looking with satisfaction at the house in Jane\nStreet bought from a butcher who had enough faith in him to\ntake the doubtful notes of his bank at par. Only in Greenwich,\nor below the City Hall—a region over-noisy for wraiths—will\none meet agreeable spectres such as these.\n\nThomas A. Janvier\n\nThomas A. Edison.\nLimburger Cheese is the Wagner of the Nose"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "389", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Vow: The True Story of an Ancient House\nStephen Phillips.\nI\n\"I struck my dear son; I, his sire,\nAn idiot made him in my ire;\nI hear him mumble in the sun,\nAnd see him listless walk or run.\nII\nIf I by penance might atone,-\nAnd kneeling wear away the stone!\nIf I might hope by prayer or fast\nTo absolve me of my sin at last!\nIII\nCan any fast or penance heal\nThe stare thy father's hand did deal?\nWhat withering vigil can restore\nThy happy laughter as of yore?\nIV\nThy mother of thy daftness died,\nShe did not he?ar thee at her side;\nThy vacant eyes became her doom,\nThy jargon laid her in the tomb.\nV\nSee! by my side he loves to stand,\nAnd puts into my own his hand;\nAnd at my knee his favorite place,\nGod! how he smiles into my facel\nThis never before published poem of Stephen Phillips, the recently\ndeceased English poet, was part of a collection of autographs sold by\nReverend Baunt of England, in order to provide English soldiers of his\nparish with Christmas presents. The manuscripts were bought by Pat-\nrick F. Madigan.\n\nLondon Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington.\nJanuary Ist.\nIN the theatre world of London there is nothing to be seen at\nthe moment but musical comedie?s and pantomimes. The\ntheatre which at Christmas always tends to develop a saccharine\nsentimentality touches at present the depths of banality. The\ntitles of the pieces now running such as, \"A Little! Bit of\nFluff,\" \"To-night's the Night,\" \"Charley's Aunt,\" \"Tina,\" \"The\nSpanish Main,\" \"Betty,\" and \"Shell Out,\" suggest that managers\ndo not feel the present to be the moment for originality or\nenterprise.\nThe two most important art exhibitions of the winter, the\nNew English Art Club and The London Group, have recently\nopened their doors. The war again and the bad conditions\nwhich it creates for artists have reduced the attractiveness of\nthese groups considerably."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "390", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThtf New English Art Club was indeed in doubt for a while\nif it should give a winter exhibition. It has done so, but\nthere is little to comment on in the result. Mr. Augustus John,\nthe most brilliant figure of this Club, shows some Irish peasant\ntypes drawn with the reality of which he is a master and\nnot a little of his on-creCping mannerism.\nThe London group is generally the most revolutionary of the\nart exhibitions. Futurism and Vorticism are usually in violent\nactivity there, but this session neither Mr. Epstein nor Mr.\nWyndham Lewis—two of the most interesting figurefs of the\nadvance guard— have sent anything. The Neo-Realists, Gilman,\nGinner, Bevan and company, maintain a steady average of\nhonest effort. They are Essentially honest painters, these three,\nwell mannered, industrious and not without talent. They still\nhold their Saturday afternoon salon up in Cumberland Market,\na beautiful old London haymarket, full of light and the\natmosphere of early Victorian days. Two or three yefars ago\nsome painters discovered its charm and its good light, and\nbegan to colonize in the queer old rickety houses.\nI looked into the Poetry Bookshop in Devonshire Street the\nother day and great activity was evident. The public in London\nreally buys a lot of poetry at Christmas and the New Year.\nIt has a preference for something exquisitely bound and printed,\nbut the cheaper little books sell well too, as Christmas or\nNew Year cards. This house has just issued two chap books,\nImages, by Richard Aldington and Cadences, by F. S. Flint.\nThey contain some charming line's. Both volumes I believe\nare being published shortly in the States.\nI should like to call the attention of your readers to A. E.'s\nImaginations and Reveries (Maunsel s|-). A. E. (George? W.\nRussel) js well known of course as one' of the men who\nbrought about the wonderful Irish Literary movement which\nis undoubtedly the most important literary development that\nhas taken place in these isles for a long time. Justice has\nperhaps never been done to A. E. Purposely he has kept\nhimself in the background, happy enough to be able to work\nfor his ideal which has been to breathe a new soul into his\nbeloved country. It is only now beginning to be generally\nrecognized what Yeats, A. E., Lady Gregory, Synge1 and all\nthe abbey theatre group have done not only for Ireland, but\neven for England. They have provided that tradition, that\nsense of co-operation and security which alone makes a national\nart possible. They have shown the writers of young Ireland\nthat the best way to serve themselves is to serve something\ngreater than themselves—an ideal.\nImaginations and Reveries is a fine book, finer perhaps in its\ndetails than as a whole, and I know that a book of such\ncharacter could not possibly have come out of England. Its\ninspiring words flame behind a background of rich and com-\nmunal life. Reading them one feels the Irish people, their\npassions and their dreams, and above all, their great and un-\ndeniable love of their country.\nI hope to be going to Ireland this wedc, so that perhaps in"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "391", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued).\n\nmy next letter I may have something to say of the literary\nisle, of Dublin and of the Irish poets, some of whom I am\nsure to meet. _. „\n\nEdward Storer\n\nEternal Minutes\nBy Guido Bruno\n,\nTHE two men sat in the summer-house back of the big\nresidence. It was dark. The white candle on the table\nflickered an insufficient yellow light. The river far below\nseemed an unstransgressable separating depth of the high hills\nthat grew into the heavens on the other side. Not a star shone\non the clouded skies. A big ugly moth did her best to com-\nmit suicide in the flame of the candle. . The air was laden\nwith heaviness. It was one! of the nights that we declare our\nlove, that we exchange confidences, in which we regret lost\nchances and resurrect dead memories. The! man with a sad,\nalmost mourning look, broke the silence.\n.... \"And so I gave up because of my real, eternal,\nnever changing love. I never thought that I could do it. But\nlove wins. I watched her closely. I tried to understand every\none of her actions. I indulged her eccentricities. She was\nsick. I fdt her pain. I watched over her day and night. And\nher husband was always at hand.\"\n\"Your life has always been simple, my dear fellow. You,\ndon't know what it means to love a woman, to receive favors\nfrom her, all those small and big favors that make life worth\nliving—and then, you have to say good-night eVery evening.\nYou have to make appointments to meet at this and that place\nwhen you know that she should be with you all the* time.\nThen there were hefr children. It's a funny thing about those\nchildren* Wouldn't you expect rather strange, even fhard\nfeelings towards the living testimony of her devotion to an-\nother man? But no—I never did. They seemed to be a part\nof her. I loved them almost as much as herself.\n*'You know, we went on this way for months. Women\nare such masters at burning life's candles at both ends. They\nknow that the two lights must meet some time?. And that then\nthere will be darkness. But they don't think. They don't\nfeel the creep of the inevitable shadow.\n\"We met every day. We lived. We kissed. We lovCd . . . God!\nThe torture of it! When I sat evening after evening in my\nquiet quarters with her picture? in front of me. And she\n. . . . I don't know what she was doing. I only imag-\nined : I believed in her with all my heart.\n\"She loved her home, the old furniture so carefully se-\nlected by her and for her, the old servants upon whom she\ndepended; she hung with all her soul upon the everyday rou-\ntine of living that she had followed for more than twenty\nyears. I was now a new factor in the new routine—a beloved\n• t\none, but an addition."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "392", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLittle Tales by Feodor Sologub\nTranslated by John Cournos\nTwo Candles, One Candle, Three Candles\nTWO white candles were burning, and there? were many lamps\nupon the walls. A man was reading a manuscript, and\npeople were listening in silence.\nThe flames trembled. The candles also were* listening—\nthe reading pleased them, but the flames were agitated, and\ntrembled.\nThe man finished reading. The candles were blown out.\nEvery one left.\nAnd it was just as before.\nA grey candle was burning. A seamstress sat sewing. An\ninfant slept, and coughed in its sleep. Gusts of cold air came\nfrom the wall. The candle wept white, heavy tears. The tears\nflowed and congealed. Dawn came. The seamstress, with red\neyes, kept on sewing. She blew out the candle. She ke*pt on\nsewing.\nAnd it was just as before.\nThree yellow candles were burning. In a box lay a man,\nyellow and cold. Another was reading a book. A woman was\nweeping. The candles flickered from fright and from pity.\nA crowd came. Chants were sung, incense was burned. The\nbox was carried away. The candles were blown out. Every\none left.\nAnd it was just as before.\nThree Gobs of Spit\nA man went by, and spat three gobs of spit.\nHe walked away, the' gobs remained.\nSaid one of the gobs:\n\"We are here, but the man is not here.\"\nSaid the second:\n\"He has gone.\"\nSaid the third:\n\"He came precisely for the purpose of planting us here. We\nare the goal of man's life. He has gone, but we have remained.\"\nA Marriage\nA drop of rain fell through the air, a speck of dust lay on\nthe ground.\nThe drop wished to unite with a hard substance; it was tired\nof its free, active existence.\nIt joined itself to the speck of dust—and lay on the ground\na blob of mud.\n\nFuit Ilium\nTom Sleeper\nThe days I have lived and longed for\nHave come and have gone at last\nBut not all the sorrows of future\nCan deaden the joys of the Past."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "393", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nGolgotha\nSleeper\nYHE withered leaves have fallen\nThe sVark and naked trees\nStand shivering bleak and hopeless\nWhile evefry chilling breeze\nDrives cold November rain.\nA little youth—a little hope\nA striving to attain—then\nLike the trees the grave lies drenched\nBy cold November rain.\n\nThe Cigarette\nAfter the German of Peter Altenberg, by Guido Bruno.\nCHE was a very young and very poor waitress.\nShe had only one passion, or better, one longing . . . .\nvery good Egyptian cigarettes.\n1 gave her a few.\nOne day I kissed her.\nShe did not object very strenuously.\nLater on she said: \"I am sorry—I don't enjoy any more\nthese fine cigarettes so much. Heretofore, I had them for\nnothing.\"\n\nExtra! Extra!\nTom Sleeper\n¥ ITTLE Low Lizzie is shiverin' cold,\n\" She ain't goin' to live a lot more;\nOver there she's a-lying\nBy the empty ole stove\nJust a bundle of rags on the floor.\nShe's sufferin', too, I kin tell by her breath\nComes an' goes with a queer sort of sound,\nBut soon she'll be put\nWhere she's wantin' to be,\nIn a bit of a box underground.\nLots of times, just the same,\nWhen I ain't sold me papers,\nWhen I'm hungry and me fingers is blue,\nI hitch up me belt and blow on me hands,\nAnd thinks, Lizzie—I wish I was you.\n\nAllah Knows Better\nJust a Turkish War Story\n\nAn aga of Moerch, in Gen, had been fighting against the-\nrebellious Christians of Macedonia. Because a Christian—\nso thought the aga— never a good soldier, the dogs of\nMacedonia had cut off his right hand. Therefore, he petitioned'\nfor a pension claiming to be an invalid. But the bey decreed1\nthat only such were invalids as have neither arms nor legs;\nbut the aga having still his left hand and both legs could not\nbe considered to be made the beneficiary of a pension. The"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "394", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\naga was a learned man who knew well the laws of his country\nand who even had learned how to write. Therefore, he\nwrote with his left hand to the! pasha of his district, claiming\nto be an invalid and entitled to the pensions granted by the\ngovernment. The pasha decided in his favor, but because\nhe had directed his claims directly to him and not to the\neffendi, he had the aga punished with twenty lashes on his\nsoles. The aga received the twenty lashes and then entered a\ncomplaint to the ceraskier, who commissioned the military kadi\nwith the investigation of the case. The* ceraskier found among\nold laws and codices that only he can be a soldier of the sultan\nwho is in full possession of his right hand, and he also found\na military law according to which soldiers could write to thdr\nsuperiors, using their right hand only. The aga putin as\ndefense that he was not a soldier any longer at the time he\nlost his right hand. The wise kadi was of the opinion that the\naga had been a soldier until dismissed by his bey, no matter\nwhether he was in possession of his right hand or not; and\ntherefore, he! should have written to the pasha with his right\nhand. After careful deliberation he arrived at the decision that\nthe aga who, while being a soldier had written with his left\nhand to a superior officer, should be punished ve'ry severely.\nHis left hand should be cut off. Such was the verdict of the\nmilitary kadi and he added: \"Allah knows better.\"\nThe grand sultan said, after having been informed of the\nverdict pronounced by the) kadi: \"By the beard of the prophet,\nonly a moslem can be a righteous judge.\"\n\nTranslated from the German, author unknown, by Guido Bruno\n\nIn Our Village\nWHAT\nwould you answer a stranger, who after jumping\nthrough the open window into your room should ask: \"Who\nare you?—in whose room am I?\" Would you be kind and\n-obliging and tell him who has annoyed you who you are and\nwhftt the name of the street is on which the house stands\nupon which he has intruded, or, would you be indignant and\nthrow him out?\nIsn't it about the same* if the telephone bell rings violently,\ninterrupting you in work, sleep or conversation, and then you\nliear some impertinent-sounding voice asking: \"Who is this\nplease?\" And you know that this happens to you almost every\n•day. The telephone is a wonderful invention. But blessed\nare those? who do not need it. Its advantages are indispensable,\nbut the annoyance it causes to the individual constantly does\nnot permit us to rejoice over this commerce-promoting inven-\ntion. Especially here in Greenwich Village the service is un-\nand time-absorbing because of its inefficiency and\nannoying on account of the ignorance, indolence and unwilling-\nness of the operators. We pay a nickel for each call, and I\nbelieve we are entitled to an immediate connection; we are en-"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "395", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ntitled to a report on a number which we do not get. The\ntelephone pay-stations in the various' drug stords and hotels (the\nnickel pay-stations) are still worse than the private wire._ The\nreport \"Does not answer\" or \"Busy\" is rarely given if not\nasked for specifically by the? user of the telephone. 'Informa-\ntion' needs an unusually long time to look tip a _ name or a\nnumber. And then there seems to be an inefficiency which\nmakes itself hard felt in the? regulations concerning rooming-\nhouses and lodging-houses. A good many rooming-houses in\nour village—so-called studio buildings—extend to the inhabitants\ntelephone privileges. The people? who live there are naturally\nnot registered in the telephone book but the owner of the\ntelephone, who is either the care-taker or the proprietor of the\nhouse. Very rarely do we know the name of the people and if\nwe ask 'information' to give us the telephone number of such\nand such a house at such and such strelet, the information will\nbe denied because we don't know the name under which the? tele-\nphone is entered, and especially hard is it to get the number in\nsuch a house! where there are several instruments installed and the\nowner or care-taker of such a building neglected to state his\noccupation at the time he signed his contract.\nAnd if you have an instrument of your own on your desk\nor in your house, how often does the bell ring and it is a\n\"mistake\" or you don't get an answer at all or an indignant-\nsounding voice will answefr; \"Who is this ?\"\nComplaining!—it won't do any good. Where there is no\ncompetition, there is absolute independence. No matter how\ndisappointed, you have to continue it or go without it.\nLife is so short that we? really should try to exclude every-\nthing which adds unpleasant moments to our days. And who\nhasn't had unpleasant experiences with his telephone?\nThe Greenwich Village Battalion, United States Boy Scouts,\nhas become! an important factor in the lives of the youth of the\nVillage. Organized less than two years ago, it now numbers\nmore than three hundred members, has an up-to-date equipment,\nwith drum, fife and bugle corps of sixty piecefs and frequently\nshows at theatres, exhibitions and at every local affair. It's\nfour Captains have seen service with Uncle Sam's regulars.\nDrills are held each Monday and Thursday night at Public\nSchool 95, Clarkson Street, near Hudson Street.\nA committee of lifelong residents of Old Greenwich Village\nwith Charles F. Dillon, as Chairman, John McFarland, Secretary,\nand Jesse Heim, Treasurer, assist Colonel Nolan and his\nofficers.\nThe exhibition of paintings, marine scenes and forest scenes,\nincluding portraits of Abraham Lincoln and of Nancy Hanks,\nLincoln's mother, by Captain George Edward Hall, will con-\ntinue on the walls of Bruno's Garret until the last days in\nJanuary.\nCharles Keeler will read in a recital in Bruno's Garret, on\nthe evening of Monday, January 24th, a group of etchings from"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "396", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nhis new collected poems, \"The Mirror of Manhattan. They\nare realistic impressions of people met in the metropolis, with\nreflections from many angles of life, high and low. His pro-\ngram comprises, with one or two exceptions, only numbers\nwhich have not hitherto been heard. Among them are; his\n\"Knight Songs for Chldren\" and a group from\"The Victory,\nincluding picturesque and musical numbers in marked con-\ntrast to the realistic note in his poems of New \\ork life.\nThe reading will start at 8:15 sharp. Admission by ticket\nonly. The seating capacity being limited, it will be necessary to\nclose the garret if this limit is reached.\nCharlotte James, well-known to the frequenters of Charles\nEdison's Little Thimble Theatre, is severely ill and win not\nbe able to appear at her usual seat at the1 piano, for quite a\nwhile.\nRobert McQuinn, the scenic artist, who designed the stage\nsettings for the \"Hip-Hip-Hooray\" and for the latest Dilling-\nham success, \"Stop, Look and Listen!\" closed last week a\ncontract for a new production. He will spend a few weeks\nin Atlantic City, his home town, before he engages in his new\nwork.\nPepe & Brother, the real estate kings of the village, are\nrebuilding at present several old residences into studio build-\nings. They are combining the useful with the pleasant, taking\ninto consideration the light and space requirements of people\nwho wish to work in comfort.\nMiss Gertrude C. Mosshart, publicity agent of the National\nAmerican Woman's Suffrage Association, of_ Washington, D.\nC., made a thorough investigation of our village during her\nrecent short stay in New York and she thought it would be\ngreat to start a sort of a village in the capital.\n\nPassing Paris\n\nParis, January, Ist.\nTHE enthusiasm sending a Charles Peguy — a humanist\nin his opinions to the war should be a proof of my\nassertion as to the popularity of this war at its outset before\nopinion had been fanned by the Press and the cabal of optimistic\nfalsehoods which MM. Tery in U Oeuvre, Compere-Morel in\nL'Humanite, and that tardy patriot Herve (who once said the\ndunghill was the only proper place for the national flag, in\nLa Guerre Sociale are now, somewhat late in the day and long\nafter the public has opened its eyes of its own begin-\nning to criticize. Yet one may ask oneself whether this arti-\nficially created optimism had not its advantages if it helped\nto contribute to the stoicism shown by the French to every\none's, including their own, surprise.\nThe Germans argue that war cannot be conducted courteously.\nThe French may reply that as it cannot be conducted without"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "397", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nhatred, therefore, as with other munitions, the more there is\nof it the better, and that whatever is done to increase the supply\nis justified by the? end in view.\nIf purists of the truth, humanitarians, pacifists and socialists,\netc., had not undergone the metamorphosis they did it is\npossible Paris would now be as German as Brussels. Which\nwould be! a grievous pity.\nOne of the leaders of the symbolist movement, Stuart Mefrrill,\nhas just died at Versailles, his residence, at the age of fifty-two\nyears. Like Jean Moreas, like the de Noailles, like\nRenee Vivien, Stuart Merrill was a foreigner—an American of\nthe United States—who had elected to express himself in\nFrench in preference to his native tongue, in which he had,\nhowever, made his first poetic attempts. He had acquired famili-\narity with the language of France during his childhood, having\nbeen educated at a Paris lycee. He had named his different\nvolumes of poetry Les Gammes, Petits Poetnes d'Automne, Les\nQuatre Saisons, and Une Voix dans la Foule. M. Anatole\nFrance said that he was a poet appealing only to the ear, but\na poet who can hold attention by this means is a clever man.\nThe criticism cannot, however, be Extended to all his poems\nindiscriminately.\nM. Ricciotto Canudo, an Italian who writes in French, author\nof La Ville Sans Chef, a book with ideas, has been distinguish-\ning himself in Serbia, where he has been promoted to the\nrank of captain—a title that I believe he alone among literary\nsoldiers has as yet attained.\nThe poet-humourist Guillaume Appollinaire, who has oc-\ncasionally been quoted in these columns, is a second lieutenant.\nExtract from a Letter to\"The Egoist,\" London.\n\nMuriel Ciolkowska.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nOUR old friend, Hippolyte Havel, has reached the goal of his\nambition. He has a magazine of his own. Hard and dis-\ncouraging were his tribulations, but now the two numbers pub-\nlished of his paper, \"The Revolt,\" must compensate him fully.\nAnd there is another credit due Hippolyte Havel: he is the\nman who conceived first the idea of starting a kind of an\neating-house in Greenwich Village, a place where artists and\nwriters could eat wholesome food in a congenial atmosphere.\nThe Greenwich Village Inn, as it was originally on Washington\nPlace and still longer ago in the basement of 137 MacDougal\nStreet, called \"The Basement,\" was his creation. His contri-\nbutors are men well-known to the average magazine reader.\nBut in what a different vein do they give themselves in Havel's\n\"Revolt\"!\nReedy's Mirror\n\"Three years go,\" says Mr. Reedy in the current issue of his\nMirror, \"the Encyclopedia Brittanica was sold widely at a"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "398", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ngood, plump sum on what looked like a positive guarantee\nthat it would never be cheaper in price at first hand. Now\nthere's an edition advertised at a reduction of 46 per cent.\nEven though this edition is put forth by Sears, Roebuck & Co.,\na corporation headed by philanthropist Julius Rosenwald, there a\nsomething like a swindle in this procedure. The purchasers\nof the Earlier edition were deceived or the new edition is not, as\nadvertised, the equal of the first. The publishers of the first\nedition would appear definitely to have broken faith with those\nwho bought the book, to have robbed those purchasers of the\n46 per cent, the purchasers of the new edition are said to save.\nOthers, For January\nEdward J. O'Brien, the man who read two thousand two\nhundred and some odd short stories in order to select the best\nand publish the titles and the names of their authors in the\nBoston Transcript, is represented in the January issue of\nKreymborg's Magazine of the New Verse with a gentle poem,\nwhich discloses him as a luring shepherd. Max Endicoff has\nin the same issue, a few etchings. He thinks just as every\none of us does, things we read a long time ago somewhere else.\nBut he writes and calls it \"Etchings.\" That is the difference,\n\"see?\" Yes, he is courageous.\nThe Missouri Mule\nIt is a monthly magazine of fun, philosophy and puns, the good\nold sort of paper which used to come from our western back\nwoods. It really makes us laugh and it is free from the in-\ntricacies of artists and writers who wish to be at least twenty-\nfive years ahead of themselves.\nThe Nutshell\nFrom his studio in Carnegie Hall, A. G. Heaton, the artist\nand traveler, sends The Nutshell, his little monthly paper. _ He\nsends it to his friends to whom he has owed letters for quite a\nwhile, and to such people as he wants to remind of his ex-\nistence. It's a good idea to have once a month such a whole-\nsale letter day.\nThe Egoist\nJohn C. Cournos contributes in the current issue' of the\nLondon \"Egoist,\" to this new era of revived Russian men of\nletters of twenty and more years ago, a vivid picture of,\nFeodor Sologub, author of twenty volumes comprising almost\nevery literary form, of which The Created, Legend is best known\nto English readers. A few translations of his characteristic\npoems taken from this issue of \"The Egoist,\" are reproduced\non another page. \"The Egoist\" is today the only journal, which\nfinds its way from Europe to our editorial table, not saturated\nwith this tiresome war business, giving a review of everything\nof interest in literary matters and in art, and even not excluding\nGermany and Austria."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "399", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLoose Leaves\nNumber 6 of these flying fame pamphlets published by our\nLondon correspondent, Edward Storer, contains a very original\narticle on \"Absolute Poetry,\" five poems by John Goodman, and\na few verses by F. Xancred, bringing us a new breath from\nthe English shores. Among all the realism of our contempor-\naries there seems to thrive a small group of idealists, 01\nartists. These poets are like architects who have abandoned\nthe designing of public buildings in different styles and have\nstarted to work on temples consecrated to gods, gods who are\nso real that one could mistake them for the ancient divinities\nof the Greeks and Romans. But they are just their own real\ngods.\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre:\nIts Real Mission\nILIST to make it clear once more: Mr. Charles Edison s\nJ Little Thimble Theatre has no other purpose but to give\nyoung American musicians, composers, poets and playwrights\na hearing. To act as a free forum accessible to everybody who-\nhas done something that he considers worth while and to give\nhim a chance to be heard by an unprejudiced audience.\nJudging from Mr. Edison's mail, a good many people seem to\nbe under the impression that the Thimble Theatre is_a kind of\nphilanthropic institution for musicians and singers out of employ-\nment, others mistake it for a concert hall where artists of fame\nwill be heard. The mere fact that one has a known name, that\none has a pocketful of newspaper clippings or has sung or\nplayed before European princes and members of royal families\nand has received medals and crosses of honor, bars him from\nan appearance in the Little Thimble Theatre.\nIt is just the American who works and toils honestly in this\ncountry and has not had, for some reason or another, a chance\nto be rejected or accepted by an American public, that Mr.\nEdison is interested in.\nWe live in an age of recognition. The tragedy of a Poe\ncould Hardly be repeated to-day. > The good work done will\nultimately gain recognition and it is solely up to the man him-\nself to create for himself the right circle of activities. America,\nneeds good music, good poems, good books. While the writer\nhas it comparatively easy to persuade a publisher to see the\nmerits of his works, the musician is handicapped by that supreme\nillusion which has taken hold of all impresarios and producers\nof plays: that America has no music and that the American\nhas to look for real good stuff to Mother Europe. But the\nworst of it is they don't want even to lend themselves to an\nexperiment. They are afraid of everything that hasn't got\nthe European label.\nIt would be megalomania to assume that the activities of the\nLittle Thimble Theatre, even if successful beyond expectation,."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "400", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncould change this condition. But the little snowball kicked off\ninciaently from the high mountain grows to be a big avalanche.\nAnd if the larger public cannot be reached and tne composer\nor musician derives no other benefit but to play in public, his\nself-confidence is being strengthened and he returns home\nfilled with new ambitions, and plunges into his work with new\nyigor.\nMr. Edison invites every American musician, composer or\nsinger to take advantage of his Little Thimble Theatre. Serious\nefforts will find serious consideration.\n** terser''s -*■\" « ■**-**- «n,- T7.-T.^^-nir>l-rnTrri'fi--T nwr- — iiimtii\" ± tii niMliil ■■ mi *mm* —■ u iir ri i an niiiirnr\n\nThe Story of Oscar Wilde's Life and\nExperience in Reading Gaol\nBy His Warder.\nI NEVER saw a man who looked\nWith such a wistful eye\nUpon that little patch of blue\nWhich prisoners call the sky;\nAnd at every wandering cloud\nThat trailed\nIts revelled fleeces by\nAN ex-prison warder who was at Reading Gaol during the\nentire period of Wilde's incarceration, has drawn aside the\nveil that hid the ill-fated man of genius during his degradation\nand despair \"in the depths.\"\nThe publication of the? posthumous book by the great literary\ngenius, who \"sinned and suffered,\" has induced this warder,\nwho had charge of Oscar Wilde during his imprisonment, to\ntell how that unhappy man of letters \"circled the centre of\npain,\" as he in poignant phrase described the daily prison ordeal.\n\"The warders strutted up and down,\nAnd watched their herd of brutes.\"\nwrote Wilde on his release, and in this fragment of verse can\nbe read his own bitter self-contempt. Of the warders them-\nselves, he made no complaint — he regarded them as simply\ninstruments of an iron, soul killing system that might be right—■\nor wrong.\nThe warders, on their side, knew how terrible was the punish-\nment the former pampered pet of society must be? undergoing,\nfor they could see he was suffering a thousandfold because\nof his strangely sensitive temperament and previous ignorance\nof all hardships and iron discipline.\n\"Poor Wilde.\" writes his former prison custodian, who is by\nno means the iron-hearted creature warders are generally sup-\nposed to be.\n\"I remember, before he was transferred from Wandsworth\nPrison, the governor of Reading Gaol said to us, 'A certain\nprisoner is about to be' transferred here, and you should be\n*1 am indebted for this story to Mr. Patrick F. Madigan,\ni»ho has the original, in the handwriting of Oscar Wilde's\nwarder, and also the two manuscripts mentioned in this story."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "401", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be Continued).\n\nproud to think the Prison Commissioners have chosen Reading\nGaol as the one most suitable for this man to serve the re-\nmainder of his sentence in.'\n\"The governor never told us the! name, but directly tne\nprisoner arrived, we saw that 'C 33' which was his prison letter\nand number, afterwards made famous by him, thus signing the\n'Ballad of Reading Gaol,' was none other than Oscar Wilde;\n\"The probable cause; of his transfer from Wandsworth Prison\nwas his inability to comply with the regulation tasks allotted\nto his class of prisoner. On one or two occasions he had been\nbrought up before the governor there for idleness at oakum-\npicking or talking.\n\"I refmember my first sight of the fallen literary idol of whom\nall the world was then talking in terms of infamy.\n\"A tall figure with a large head and fat, pendulous cheeks,\nwith hair that curled artistically, and a hopeless look in his\neyes—that was Oscar Wilde as I first met him.\n\"Not even the hideous prison garb, or 'C 33,' the badge? of\nignominy he bore could altogether hide the air of distinction\nand ever-present intellectual force that lifted him always far\nabove 'the hefrd of brutes,' as he so bitterly afterwards styled\nhis fellow convicts and himself.\n\"From the first it was apparent to us that he was totally\nunfitted for manual work, or hardships of any kind, and he was\ntreated accordingly.\n\"He was no good for anything—except writing, and that\nas a rule, has small place inside a prison. But on account of his\nformer greatness a small concession was made! him, and he was\nallowed to read and write as much as he liked.\n\"Had this boon not been granted him he would, I am con-\nfident, have pined away and died. He was so unlike other mtfn.\nJust a bundle of brains—and that is all.\n\"When he arrived his hair was long and curly, and it was\nordered to be cut at once.\n\"It fell to my lot as warder in charge to carry out this order\nand cut his hair, and never shall I forget it.\n\"To Oscar Wilde it seemed as though the clipping of his locks,\nand thus placing him on the same level as the closely shorn,\nbullet-headed prisoners round him was the last drop in the cup\nof sorrow and degradation which he had to drain to thd bitter\ndregs.\n\"'Must it be cut,''he cried piteously to me. 'You don't know\nwhat it means to me,' and the tears rolled down his cheeks.\n\"It may seem somewhat ludicrors to some who do not know,\nas I do, what a curiously constituted character was that of\nOscar Wilde?, but I know it cut me to the heart to have to be\nthe person to cause him his crowning shame. Warders have\nfeelings, although their duty will not always allow them to\nshow it."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "402", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Concluded)\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 as second-class matter at the Post Office of New\nYork pending.\n\nMaude: A Memory\nBy Guido Bruno\nAnything, the most unusual thing that Courtland would have\ndone could not have' astonished him more than this hoarsely\nuttered question.\nMrs. Regan involuntarily made a few steps back toward the\ndoor of the waiting-room. There she stood for seconds that\nseemed hours. Kenneth, watching the doctor, did not seeta to\npay any attention to her presence in the room. She opened the\ndoor. She opened it slowly; inch by inch the interior of the\nwaiting-room could be seen from the doctor's den. A nurse\nwas busying herself noiselessly with some papers on a small\ntable. In a deep leather-upholstered chair sat a young woman.\nShortly after she had espied Mrs. Regan, she jumped to her\nfeet, crossed the room with hasty steps. \"Will he go, mother ?\nIs he coming with us?\" She! stood in the open doorway. Both\nmen looked at her.\n\"Courtland!\" exclaimed the girl, approaching the doctor with\nextended hand, \"I know you'll go with us, please do.\"\n\"So you are not married, Maude?\" was the answer of the\ndoctor who had grasped the hand, holding it tightly in his.\nMrs. Maude' Regan was introducing her daughter Maude, to\nKenneth. There seemed to be method in the madness that she\nhad feared to read in Courtland's face, in his actions.\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\n%\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": "[403]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.19", "texte": "•THREE BIG COHAN & HARRIS SUCCESSES'\nAT A CTAD Broadway and 45th St. Telephone, Bryant 287. Eve'* at 8:20\nTHE AO 1 UIV Matinees, Wednesday (Popular Price*) and Saturday at 2:00\nGeo. M. Cohan's HIT-THE-TRAIL\nHOLLIDAY\nWith FRED NIBLO as \"BILLY HOLLIDAY\"\nGREAT\nAMERICAN\nPLAY\nAT /\"i i VIM rn 42d Street, West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 6344\nTHE CANDLER Eve'g, 8:10. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2:10\nBEST PLAY OF THE YEAR\nTHE HOUSE OF GLASS\nWith MARY RYAN and the Great All-American Cast\nAT I f\\\\ir A roc 48th Street West of Broadway. Telephone, Bryant 23\nTHE LUJNuAV/KEi Eye's, 8:30. Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday, 2:30\nLEO DITRICHSTEIN\nIn TIUUMFHdy The Great Lover\n\nLIBRAIRIE FRANCAISE\nDEUTSCHE BUECHER\nLibrairie Francaise\n111 Fourth Avenue\nAlways on hand a large, fine selection of best\nFrench, English, German and Spanish romances.\nBest English literature and foreign classics a spec-\nialty. All kinds of literature bought and exchanged.\nArt magazines wanted.\nWRITE US WHAT YOU ARE INTERESTED IN.\nCIRCULATING LIBRARY ENGLISH BOOKS"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[404]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160122-01.1.20", "texte": "T\nllonka Kafaiz\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances and Concerts\nWednesday, 2:15 p. m.\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 Thimble Theatre performances. They\nare free of charge."}]}