{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_sha256": "19e476faec04739429ae8d8ae9e1eca27c0d9fcb2ccea9a88fadd119d0192ee2", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/02/19_01/bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/02/19_01/bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Aubrey Beardsley", "titre_sommaire": "Aubrey Beardsley", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 114, "fin_caractere_exclue": 130, "texte": "Aubrey Beardsley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[487]", "page_fin": "[487]", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "From the Collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan", "titre_sommaire": "From the Collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan", "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": "[487]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 141, "fin_caractere_exclue": 186, "texte": "From the Collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[487]", "page_fin": "488", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "The Fire In Bruno's Garret", "titre_sommaire": "The Fire In Bruno's Garret", "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": "[487]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 188, "fin_caractere_exclue": 375, "texte": "The Fire In Bruno's Garret\nP IRE of some unknown cause destroyed, on the 12th of Febru-\nary, on Lincoln Day, that part of my garret which I used\nas a store-room and where I kept my files."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "488", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 863, "texte": "All back numbers of my magazines, Greenwich Village, Bruno\nChap-Books and Bruno's Weekly were destroyed. Manuscripts\nof well-known authors, historical documents, rare books, pamph-\nlets which never can be duplicated, material which I had col-\nlected for the last twelve years—all went up in the smoke.\nAnd better than ever do I know to-day that there is no pos-\nsession real which we do not carry with us constantly. Not in\nour pockets, but in our hearts. Not the property which we store\nin fireproof storehouses, or in safe deposit vaults; even that\nmight be destroyed by earthquakes, or by Zeppelins, or other\ndevices with which God and man manifest their existence unex-\npectedly.\nBut all we have in the eternal possession of our mind—all\nthose things that we really know.\nKnowledge is the power that cannot be destroyed.\nOmnia mea mecum porto."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "488", "page_fin": "491", "image_debut": 4, "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "On Book Stall Row", "titre_sommaire": "On Book Stall Row", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "488", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 865, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2811, "texte": "On Book Stall Row\n\nAND so this, the first number after the fire which partly\ndestroyed my garret, is the fitting occasion, dear reader,\nto invite you to take a walk through that part of the city which\nstarts on the extremest boundaries of our village and whose\nimportant avenue leads to the Public Library—that supreme\nmausoleum of the citizens of the republic of letters; where are\nlaid away, side by side, the remains of those who were\nworshipped during life and forgotten after their death and of\nthose whom no one knew while they were among us and whose\nreal life began after they had written the last page of their\nmessage to the world, a world which has ears now for the\ndead man's words.\nWill you come with me and walk for half an hour on that\nVia Appia of New York where great men's work is put on\nshelves and bundled up and can be viewed by those who feel\nlike worshipping where artists and writers found a friend who\nwould plead their cause better than the newspaper critic, literary\nwriter and the art editor. Let us go where the old worshipful\nbuilding of the Astor Library still stands and whose closed\nshutters and deserted door-ways and stair-cases remind one of\nthat eternal truth—sic transit gloria mundi! And not long ago—\nscarcely eight years—all intellect of New York assembled here\non old Astor Place, in the midst of the old landmarks of a\nNew York of by-gone days. There they worked diligently, and\nlike in a bee-hive, gathered the honey to give it to the world.\nAnd the world came to take the honey and carried it to\nnewspaper offices, to magazine editors and used it for nourish-\ning and for luxurious, dandy dishes and served it to millions\nas bread and as dessert.\nIn those days of the old Astor Library, Fourth Avenue was\nthe leading booksellers' street of New York, and therefore, of\nthe world.\nAnd then the palace was built on Fifth Avenue, right in the\nheart of the city, to receive the remains of the august man of"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "489", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3097, "texte": "the world. The literary free-market, whose centre for barter\nand exchange had been on Astor Place, moved up to the new\ncomfortable quarters. Marble and big spaces, lackies in livery\nand modern commercial office devices took the places of the\ngood old home-like library rooms. Railings did not separate\nthere the reader from the book-shelves and the tables were wrorn\nand ink-spotted; and where the authors of the books, in their\nold-fashioned attire, with their grandfather's manners, with\ntheir elegance and their \"I don't care what you think of me,\nworld!\" seemed so near to us who leaned over their books.\nBut those booksellers—no less lovers of books because they\nsold them—remained in their shops on Fourth Avenue, in their\nbasements and their little shacks with queer displays of book\nstalls and advertisements in old hand-writing tacked to their\ndoors which seem to belong to another age, which seem to be\nthe remnants of another school of men. A good many of those\nold friends of the frequenters of the library are gone. High\nbuildings are erected where they used to read books and sell\nthem to you—if you managed to get into their good graces.\nDon't shake your head incredibly! Yes, such were those old\nbooksellers, who treated their books as you would treat your\nfriends, and who would introduce you to their friends only if\nyou were one with their spirit,—if they found in you \"that certain\nsomething\" which invites lovers of books into a society of lovers\nof men.\nTempora mutamtur et nos mutamur in illis! Mr. Edison put\nthe candle out of use. His electric rails brought space and\ntime into relations which enable the individual to live a life of\nmany interests.\nGreek and Latin, the old essayists of yore, and the art of\nwriting letters are foreign to most of us. To have read your\nCaesar and scanned your Homer makes you a scholar for life-\ntime to-day. And to have really read Horace and to have dived\ninto Plato and Aeschylus entitles you to the highest honors\nnewspapers, magazines and the country-at-large have to award.\nIf you know how to write about these things and how to apply\nyour knowledge so that the magazine editor can have it illus-\ntrated by some imitators of Bruneleschie or Baks't, that your\nwork can appear serially in an unobjectionable family paper\nwhich is sold in two million copies by boys and girls who earn\nin such a way a \"liberal education in business colleges;\"—that\nit can be printed in book form to be bought by all public libraries\nand Carnegie and college and university libraries, and if it has\nsuch merits that the music of a Viennese operatta composer\ncan be harmoniously combined with the words, making for\na season's Broadway success.\nOtherwise you have the best chance to starve and to be looked\nupon as a queer sort of a chap.\nA few are left of those old book-dealers who used to dwell\non Fourth Avenue and whom book-worms used to persuade to\npart with this or that precious tome. How those book-sellers\ndiffered from those of our own times; they knew their Latin\nand their Greek, they knew not only first editions and standard"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "490", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3297, "texte": "editions, from the catalogs of auction sales and \"Book Prices\nCurrent\" but they knew the contents of the books; they would\ngive an equal chance to the well-known author whom they liked\nand to the unknown man whose pamphlet they discovered; read-\ning and \"discovering\" was their chief occupation, selling books\na mere incident—a very necessary one, of course, but still an\nincident only. They all had their hobbies. One would be inter-\nested in Mark Twain and would have stored away in some\nobscure corner of his book-shelves, as the kohinoor of his\npossessions, a rare pamphlet unknown to the world, and perhaps\nautographed by the author himself. Another one would be an\nenthusiast of Poe and would carefully gather precious items\nand show them to those he really liked—like a king who bestows\nupon the subject he wishes to honor a high order.\nAuthors and would-be authors found in these dingy shops\nlit by a flickering gas jet, in the atmosphere of dust and of old\npaper, congenial gathering-places. O. Henry was a well-known\nhabitue of the book-shops on Fourth Avenue, and especially\none situated in a basement to which led rickety wooden stairs\nwas his favorite one. He used to rummage around the French\nbooks its proprietor kept and ask for translations and explana-\ntions, but he rarely bought.\nDid I say a few of those shops are still preserved?—and did I\ninvite you to come along and take a walk on Book Stall Row ?\nThey are, but don't be disappointed. They all have electric\nlights and cash registers and only far back behind the dust-\ncovered desk of the proprietor—if you succeed in lifting tKe\nbusiness mask from his face—will you find the book-dealer alter\nyour heart, whose face beams because he has succeeded in get-\ning this or that rare item. And if you have that \"certain\nsomething\" of the book-worm which finds a response in his\nheart, he will forget his \"Book Prices Current\" and he will talk\nto you just to your heart's delight. And his hands and your\nhands will rest on the mutual friend—the book.\nHere, I said, in these shops, which, if the proprietor has busi-\nness genius and progresses with the spirit of the time, will be-\ncome types of the ready-to-order, department-store-like-con-\nducted book-stores, are the temporary interment places of lit-\nerateurs who are either dead and not yet discovered or who are\nalive and therefore not apt to be discovered, or who are both\ndead and discovered. But their works have not yet succeeded\nin bringing high auction prices and therefore are not purchased\nby the libraries in their palacial mausoleums where they will\nfind their final resting-place some day. To these shops the\nliterateur pilgrimages if he wishes to dispose of his books—not\nbecause his shelves or his library are too crowded but because he\nhas decided that a meal once in a while will be highly appreciated\nby his physical body. Down here to these basements or to these\nshacks crowded in by big business buildings he creeps stealthily\nand sells the books of his friends, given him in his better days\nwith their inscriptions of friendship. He is ashamed of his act,\nbut landladies have to get rent and Child's has a cash register\nwhich must record every sale of the day, even the most insig-\nnificant cup of coffee and the thinnest cheese sandwich."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "491", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2985, "texte": "Here to these shops the literateur, who ventured into the\nfield of being his own publisher and editor of a short-lived\nmagazine brings bundles of unsold numbers of his publication\nwhich were returned to him with many regrets and the bill for\n\"return charges by the pound\" from news-dealers and from\nnews companies. The book-store buys them, and a dollar is a\ndollar—even if you have to procure it with five hundred or a\nthousand copies of something you put your greatest hopes upon.\nNo reflection is made upon the bookseller! He gives you\nmore than you could get anywhere else. What other book-dealer\nin this city would buy old paper—and it is nothing but old paper\nso long as \"Book Prices Current\" doesn't mention the maga-\nzine's name and its rarity, and therefore, the goodness of its\ncontents. .\nHere, to these shops, landladies bring the trunks which they\ndid not permit to leave their premises because the unfortunate\nowner failed to pay his three dollars per week, and his literary\nfuture was too ample a security for her to continue to trust.\nAnd how many rejected manuscripts—often rejected because of\ntheir merit—-will be found in that baggage hastily thrown to-\ngether by her after she has locked the door upon him! How\nmany letters will they contain showing the man in the light\nothers saw him and wrote to him what to do and what not\nto do!\nHere, to these shops, the unfortunate woman travels if her\nhusband—the writer or the artist—is sick and doctor bills have\nto be paid, and again, that curse of everybody's life—rent bills\nand board bills.\nAnd here finally is sold the worldly possessions of him who\nhas laid away his pen forever, whom the rent collector for the\ntypewriter will not bother again. His most-cherished books and\nletters from fellow-sufferers on the hard road to literary success\nand those benevolent lines of those who \"got there,' his scrap\nbooks and perhaps his diary to contribute to the receipts of\nundertaker and cemetery company.\nDEAR READER, we live in an age where figures are staring in\nyour face wherever you turn. Churches pass the baskets!\nCharity is standardized after the most efficient business methods\nof the country.\n\"Money, I want money!\" is written in big, black broad letters\nover men and things. Therefore, it is up to you to eliminate\nmoney wherever you feel it a disturbing element. It is up\nto you to be the magician who charms away the things that\ncan never \"disappear\" as everybody knows. Don't think of the\nrent and of the bills and of the pay rolls to clerks that these\nbooksellers have to pay, but see them as I do back there in the\ndark corner of their shops—unlighted by electricity, back of a\npaper-and-dust-covered desk, reading on quiet afternoons and\nevenings when business is at a standstill and book-buyers do\nnot require their services,—reading their favorites, those books\nthey will not sell if you are not lucky and strike them at a\ntime when bills are due, when rent has to be paid.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "492", "page_fin": "492", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Vaudeville Stars Tell Us Why They Act", "titre_sommaire": "Vaudeville Stars Tell Us Why They Act", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "492", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2014, "texte": "Vaudeville Stars Tell Us Why They Act\nG. B.\nI have not taken in a vaudeville show for quite a while. I\nhave seen in the newspapers concerning the work of our vaude-\nville actors, several pages each week. And so I went to the\nPalace one night last week. The chairs are very comfortable\nand the ventilation is excellent. So it is possible to exist phys-\nically.\nBut how much humanity is wasted on the vaudeville stage!\nThese men and women surely must have a reason for doing\ntheir silly acts over and over again for forty weeks every year!\nThere was Ruth St. Denis, for instance. Ella Wheeler Wilcox\nwas down at my garret the morning after I had seen Ruth. The\nfamous poetess adores Ruth; her husband adores Ruth, too.\nThey saw her for the first time in Paris, some years ago. \"She\nis adoration, she is a prayer, she is a sermon,\" Mr. Wilcox re-\nmarked after the curtain had rung down. Mrs. Wilcox was of\nthe same opinion. Sermons and sermons are different. So are\nprayers. Mine surely differ from those of the Wilcox couple.\n\"Why do they act?\" I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Here\nare the answers that I received from a few of the headliners at\npresent features in Broadway theatres and vaudeville houses.\nGaby Deslys (in Stop! Look! and Listen! at the Globe)-—\n\"Because I love it—I like money much, but my art, ah, that is\nthe thing I like very much, much more.\"\nHarry Pilcer (also at the Globe)—\"Because eight per doesn't\nhold any charms for me.\"\nHarry Fox (in Stop! Look! and Listen also at the Globe) —\n\"To get my hot meat. This is the life.\"\nJoseph Santley (also at the Globe)—\"Merely to keep me out\nof mischief.\"\nAnd here are a few who appear at present at the Palace:\nHarrv Carroll: \"To get out of a contract with a music pub-\nlisher.\"\"\nPaul Morton and wife, Naomi Glass (in a vaudeville sketch) :\n\"We need the cash—that's all!\"\nThe Dolly Sisters (in a vaudeville sketch) : \"Because of our\nrapid success, because of the money that's in it, and because we\ncan't keep our feet on the ground.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "492", "page_fin": "494", "image_debut": 8, "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Any House in the Court", "titre_sommaire": "Any House in the Court", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "492", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2016, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2637, "texte": "Any House in the Court\n\nP APA SUMMERFIELD is a very bad man. He loves his\n* wife, or at least he loved his wife very tenderly, fourteen\nyears before the curtain rose. In those days he had been a\nsuccessful lawyer, with indisputable business integrity. And\nthen—she died. He locked the chamber in whicn she had been\nan invalid before her death and it remained for years a closed\nroom in the house. He kept the key in his pocket, and every\nmember of his household tiptoed when passing this door, and\nnobody dared mention its existence, or the mother's name in\nhis presence. Papa Summerfield killed his grief and his love in"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "493", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3168, "texte": "business ambition and anything that came along was good\nenough as long as it kept his mind busy and prevented him from\nthinking. He also developed into a house tyrant, forbidding the\ntwo daughters the men of their choice, and turning them coldly\nfrom house and hearth after they decided to become wives\nand mothers. But Papa Summerfield has a \"better self.\" And\nthis better self is of utmost importance to the play. It really\nis the nucleus of the play. The better self appears in a not any\nmore unaccustomed way on the stage. It is Mr. Summerfield's\ndouble. It looks like Mr. Summerfield, it parts its hair in the\nsame remarkable way that Mr. Summerfield parts his, from fore-\nhead to neck, it wears the same picturesque necktie and clothes,\nand appears at opportune moments in a spotlight and tries to\nreason with his \"evil self.\"\nAnd there is that great big corporation committee that wishes\nto buy the honesty of Mr. Summerfield with a vice-presidency,\nand with fat fees, and there is the honest young man who can-\nnot continue to be secretary to Mr. Summerfield because he\ncannot bear the idea that his revered master will do some-\nthing dishonest. This secretary also has a little side interest\nwhich his heroic standpoint brings to a happy conclusion. David,\nthat is his name, has won the heart of the youngest daughter\nof Mr. Summerfield, and now, in the sublime moment when she\nrealizes the \"evil self\" of Papa, she decides to follow David\nand take up with him the struggles of life. And then, there\nis a highly melodramatic private conversation between \"better\nself\" and \"evil self\" of Papa Summerfield in the death-cham-\nber of the departed wife. It is one of those scenes that are\nenjoyed by cooks and chambermaids, digested after working\nhours from those ominous paper-covered thick volumes known\nordinarily as dime novels, whose price has been raised to twenty-\nfive cents. It would be enjoyed as a scene commonly known as\none \"that gives you the creeps,\" that \"starts the goose-flesh.\"\nPapa Summerfield leaves the mysterious death-chamber of his\nwife and returns to his library.\nEnter all persons in question as there are: The honest sec-\nretary with the youngest daughter ready to leave forever, the\ndisinherited daughter, who has a baby at home and the son-in-\nlaw \"who shall never cross this threshold again.\" They expect\na parting for life. But lo! Old man Summerfield is his \"better\nself\" again. \"You all can remain,\" says he; \"I have thought\nthe matter over and I am going to join forces with my sons-in-\nlaw. Honesty will lead us to success. David, I welcome as\nthe husband of my youngest daugter \"\nOne looked expectantly toward the door; but the nursemaid\nwith the baby upon her arm did not appear.\nOwen Davis and Robert Davis are the \"two selves\" that\nmanufactured this show piece. One might be a very success-\nful magazine editor, and an expert in selecting and purchasing\nthe kind of stuff that people are supposed to like in our popular\nmagazines. But a successful career of this sort is poor experi-\nence to write a drama for American theatre-goers. Even such\nfeatures as there were on the program, \"that the curtain never"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "494", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 924, "texte": "rises and never is rung down between the acts and scenes of\n'Any House',\" is an insufficient feature after the street\nexterior of the house is lifted and living room of this\nfashionable mansion is right next to the sidewalk. The appear-\nance of the personified better self of a man is as old as the\ndevelopment of stage tricks. It was used in France and Ger-\nmany to much better advantage early in the Eighteenth\nCentury. .\nPapa Summerfield saved the situation temporarily by excellent\nacting. He was\"the evil self\" of a man as well impersonated\nas it is in real life. But that \"better self\" was just a poor\nattempt at something unknown. At what? Ask Mr. Davis!\nOne must be a creator and a critic, and sincere in everything\nin life and in art in order to be able to write a drama.\nThe editor, the able editor of popular magazines, might do\nwell to follow his real metier: to write vaudeville sketches.\n\nG. B."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "494", "page_fin": "495", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Hassan and His Wives", "titre_sommaire": "Hassan and His Wives", "signature_source": "After the Persian by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "494", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 926, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2549, "texte": "Hassan and His Wives\n\nAND it was at the hour of the full moon, the doors of the\ncastle were pushed open and there entered silently into\nthe garden, Hassan and his seven wives, crossed over to the\nmelodiously splashing fountain, disrobed, and seated themselves\nin a semi-circle.\nAnd Hassan Bedr-ed Din, said:\n\"I am your master, creatures of the curved rib, but verily\nrather would I be a hunchback beggar than your master solely!\nBecause my soul is thirsty for love.\"\nAnd he looked into the deer-like eyes of Butheines:\n\"What is the utmost that you can do for me, woman?\"\n\"Singing and dancing will I do for thee, O lord!\"\nHassan shrugged his shoulders and turned to Kuttel Kulub:\n\"And you also, only singing and dancing?\" .\n\"I will tell you a thousand fairy tales: About the Prince\nwho was turned to stone, about the veziers of the King Junan,\nand Isrit and about the old Scheichs.\"\n\"What can you give me, Scherezade?\"\n\"Every lust of the body, lord! My blood boils like the wind\nof the desert!\"\nNushet-es-Saman said: \"I can be true to you, from the\nbottom of my heart, oh Hassan! And not because I have to!\"\nAnd Sophia: \"I can relate to you the works of the Prophet,\nand I can explain them, and I know the secrets of the stars!\nAnd the dark-haired Dunjaisaid, the one with the queen-like\nfigure, fell to the feet of Hassan, covering them with kisses,\nand her voice vibrated like leaves in a hurricane: \"I could die\nfor thee, oh lord!\"\nA happy smile passed over the face of the master, and he\nkissed Dunjaisaid. t\nThe seventh woman sat still unquestioned, near the foun-\ntain. And she opened her mouth and said: \"Why should I"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "495", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 279, "texte": "keep silent and make a secret of my love, because you, oh\nHassan, do not look at me?\"\nHassan smiled snobbishly: \"Arise! What on earth could\nyou do for me after Dunjaisaid is ready to die for me?\"\n\"I could live for you, oh Lord!\"\n\nAfter the Persian by Guido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "495", "page_fin": "495", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Biography", "titre_sommaire": "Biography", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "495", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 281, "fin_caractere_exclue": 692, "texte": "Biography\nTom Sleeper.\nA BLACK crow flapped his wings in a dead tree.\nAt that moment I was born.\nA camel awoke, stretched and wandered away over the\ndesert; just then my mate came into being.\nWe met quite accidentally at Dajeeling, married, raised five\nchildren, built a house, and kept a cat.\nLater, we died and were buried in the same grave.\nThis completes our history . . .\nNot that it does anybody any good."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "495", "page_fin": "495", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Replies", "titre_sommaire": "Replies", "signature_source": "Richard Aldington ; From The Egoist, London", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "495", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 694, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1278, "texte": "Replies\nBy Richard Aldington,\nFrom The Egoist, London.\nI\nVJL7 HEN I was hungry and implored them, they said: \"The\n™ sun-beetle eats dung: imitate him.\"\nI implored them for my life's sake and they replied: \"Last\nvear's roses are dead; why should you live?\"\n* t\nII\n(Three years later)\nT1 HEY came to me and said: \"You must aid us for the\n*■ sake of our God and our World.\"\nI replied: \"Your god is a beetle and your world a ball of\ndung.\"\nBut they returned and said: \"You must give your life to\ndefend us.\"\nAnd I answered: \"Though a million of you die, next spring\nshall not lack roses.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "495", "page_fin": "495", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Decollete", "titre_sommaire": "Decollete", "signature_source": "L'Innocent", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "495", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1280, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1463, "texte": "Decollete\nL'Innocent.\nCHE walked, an Eve,\nCreated not, mankindness to deceive.\nAnd lo!\nQuoth she, \"Why are they draped so?\nGod made me.\nIs it then,\nFit I should upholstered be by men?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "496", "page_fin": "497", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.11", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "496", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3003, "texte": "London Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington,\nJanuary 31st, 1916.\nlUI ADAME SARAH BERNHARDT is doubtless a brave\nwoman, but is she discreet? Undeterred by her great age\nor her physical infirmity she insists on appearing in public.\nThere should be, as in Russia, a law forbidding actresses over\nforty-five or fifty from sacrificing their reputations, theif\nbeautiful memories to a foolish vanity.\nOf course, the great public here doesn't take this view. Any-\none to whom it has once given admiration or affection is for-\never sacred to it. We have comedians in London who have lived\nsuccessfully for a dozen years on one good joke or play. Bern-\nhardt has been at the Coliseum this week with her voice—still\nmarvellous to say, not without magic—and—poor thing!—her\nartificial limb. She recited Les Cathidrales, sitting in a great\nthrone-like chair the while, and then acted in Du Theatre au\nChamp d' Honneur, a little war piece. The latter was rather\ndreadful, but the Coliseum audience, one of the stupidest and\nmost sentimental in London, was apparently enthralled.\nAt the Shaftesbury Theatre we have had another interesting\nthough not quite successful entertainment this week. It is\nanother case of a musician endeavoring to digest a literary\nmasterpiece much in the way that Liza Lehmann did with\nEveryman, as I mentioned in my last letter. This time it is\nSir Charles Stanford who has endeavored to turn Sheridan's\nCritic into a kind of music play or comedy with music.. The\nresult is not spontaneously successful. Sir Charles has no very\nlight gift of musical humour and some of his musical jokes are\nvery heavy indeed. The composer has mixed original music\nwith parodies of Wagner, Strauss, Debussy and the old style\nof Italian opera like Trovatore. Sheridan is good and Sir\nCharles Stanford is good in his own way as a composer of\nlight academic work and a professor of distinction, but the\ncombination is unsatisfactory.\nQuite a number of French and Belgian books and reviews\ncontinue to be printed and published in England. The Paris\nfirm of Figuiere has a printing works at Cardiff—\"The Welsh\nOutlook Press.\" There is a company of publishers in London,\nissuing new novels and other books in French, in the ordinary\nFrench format with yellow paper covers. Belgian and French\nnovelists in veile issue their works in this way. Et jai vouler\nla Paix, by Andre Spire, is just published by the Egoist. Spire,\nwho has passed most of the time since the outbreak of the war\nin Nancy, close to the firing line, has been recently engaged in\nbuying leather for the French Government, and a little while\nago paid a business visit to London. I did not see him, but he\nwas taken to the Cafe Royal, I believe, to meet the poets and\npainters, and now, chiefly through the instrumentality of my\nfriend, Richard Aldington, I fancy, we have this little volume of\nverse. The following is taken from a poem called Images,\nwritten at Nancy in September, 1914."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "497", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2089, "texte": "Mais pentends le canon aux portes de ma ville;\nJe vois sur nos canaux, nos places et nos rues\nTes troupeaux de blesses;\nJe vois tes carbillards suivis de Veterans et de drapeaux.\nEt tes paysans fuir avec leurs fourrageres\nPleines de matelas, de femmes et d'enfants\nEt je m'asseois. I'attends.\nOh! Silence! Silence! .\nJusqu'an jour ou ces corps defaits, ces visages hagards,\nCes cris, ces pleurs, ces lignes, ces pus, ces puanteuos,\nUne plus imperieuse image: la Victoire,\nLes aura deloges de nos zeux, de nos coeurs.\nThus there emerges from the poem the triumphant motive-\nwhich, perhaps, America, happy in the possession of peace, does\nnot quite understand. I find in many American papers and\nreviews a frequent expression of commiseration for us in\nEurope with our terrible war. It is true that it is a horrible •\nenough affair and that the amount of misery and tragedy in,\nEurope is something fearful to contemplate, but there is, at the\nsame time, an acceptance of it, a recognition that it is the -\neventable contrast against which joy shines, a kind of pride in ,\nit, in fact.\nAmong new novels, Arnold Bennett's These Twain, calls for;\na line, though since it has probably been published simultaneously\nin America, you will have heard all about it long before this\nletter appears.\nAn absurd book though of which probably you will not hear\nhas just been issued in honour of Hilaire Belloc, who has risen»\nto considerable eminence of late, owing to, his false prophesies\non the subject of the war. Two young men who should know\nbetter have perpetrated this fatuity—C. Creighton Mandell and\nE. Shanks. The book is divided into chapters such as Mr.\nBelloc and the Public, Mr. Belloc and Europe, Mr. Belloc and\nthe Future, and so on. Perhaps you don't evm know who.\nHilaire Belloc is?.\nBut that I should not seem to give you notice only of bad1\nor foolish books let me end by mentioning one that is excellent—\nProfessor G. Baldwin Brown's Arts in Early England, of which\nVolumes 111 and IV have just appeared. It is full of learning\nand imaginative appeal.\n\nEdward Storer."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "497", "page_fin": "500", "image_debut": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.12", "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": "497", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 2091, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2642, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nD USSIAN literature translated originally during the Crimean\nIXI War and refreshed sporadically during the Russo-\nJapanese struggles is being warmed up and re-hashed and served'\non toast in England since the outbreak of the European strug-\ngles. As the good old boarding-house woman knows well what to\ndo with her Sunday chicken on Monday, Tuesday and the subse-\nquent days, so the publishers on Fleet Street fish out from their\nmorgues hurried translations and then they are reprinted cheaply-\nand fed to the populace."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "498", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3082, "texte": "The modern authors, of whom there exist a German or\nFrench translation, are being done into English by translators\nnow \"from the original Russian.\" Just look at these translations\nwhich arrive with every English boat. I daresay that at least\n.two-thirds of these books came to England via France and via\nGermany. Russian can be translated into English. But only\nby such as have an excellent knowledge of English and a fair\nknowledge of Russian. There is too much German and French\nflavor and spirit in these Russian translations of our days. The\nwonderful primitive way of expressing situations by compari-\nsons, of picturing life through the most difficult mosaic of life\nin detail is lost.\nThe American translations are far better. Russia is nearer\nto the heart of America than to the heart of England. Russia\nis to America the representative of everything Slavic in Europe.\nThe Slavic element is very vital in our everyday life. The\nmelancholy of those struggling for freedom—no matter if\n•spiritual or financial—is well-known to us. The technical knowl-\nedge of the language has a big assistant: the sympathy of\ntranslator and of reader.\nThe Russia of a Gogol, the Russia of an Arzibasheff with the\nstruggling minority against the tryannies of a Czardom by\n\"God's grace\" against oppressors who want Russia's financial\nwho want slaves in spirit and meek servants instead\n■of free men, must find a sympathetic echo in the hearts of free\nAmericans.\nThese translations, as published during the past year by Mr.\nHuebsch, and lately by Mr. Knopf (whose address, by the way,\nis in no directory, and letters to whom are being sent back as\nundeliverable constantly), are not only superior from a technical\nstandpoint or from the standpoint of a linquist, but they really\ncarry to us THE message. The great Russian authors, who are\nartists, apostles of a new and better era for their beloved\nRussia, and leaders of their people at large at the same time,\nspeak to us in their own language. In most of the English\ntranslations they seem to be using a megaphone.\nWhile reading a few days ago in a Bohemian magazine that\nOscar Wilde's Reading Gaol had been translated into Bohemian\nand into Serbian recently and sent in thousands of copies to\nmilitary concentration camps, I remembered another singer amid\nprison walls—one who suffered in Russian prisons and such\ntorture houses as the Schluesselburg, twenty-five years of his\nlife for the gravest crime one can commit in Russia; he was\nan independent editor of a paper that should tell his readers the\ntruth and nothing but the truth. Nicholas Alexandrovitch\nMorosow, son of a nobleman and a peasant woman, after a\nliberal education in colleges and universities, decided, at the\nage of nineteen, to join the group of young Socialists which\nwent, in 1874, preaching through the country, trying to make\nmen and women see the real value of life.\nHe went to St. Petersburg and was editor in quick succession\nof those three journals that were severely persecuted by the\nRussian Government. He left Russia, warned by a good friend"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "499", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2658, "texte": "that there was a warrant out against him. But he would not\nhave been a Russian, a real Russian, if he could have kept out\nof his country for the rest of his life. And he came back.\nEverything might be rotten in Russia, systems and adminis-\ntrations ; but the filing-index on which are kept the names of\nthose that offend the \"sacro-sanct person of the Czar\" or dare\nto suggest a better Russia, free of graft and injustice, is kept\nin constant working order. Morosow was arrested the same\nsecond he crossed the boundaries of Holy Russia. He was\nsentenced to life imprisonment.\nLonging for freedom, for the freedom of his nation, had been\nthe impetus of his life. After he lost his own personal free-\ndom, he knew so much better how his nation in bondage suffered,\nhow it was destined to suffer for centuries to come.\nAll his strength, all his sentimentality, all his love for his\nnation, for clean, pure air and for blue skies, and all the hopes\nand imagination of a new, of a free Russia are the threads with\nwhich he wove that wonderful Gobelin, his life work, that he'\nstarted, worked upon and finished in the hopeless leaden misery\nof Russian prisons: his prison song.\nContemporary Verse\nOne distinction has the second number of this magazine'\nwhich is everything but contemporary; the bad poet, who made\na name for himself in a weekly book-trade paper, unjustly\ncalled Book Review, by interviewing similarly bad poets, is not\namong their contributors. Eleven names were contained in the\ninitial issue of this new poetical gift that Washington, D. C.r\nhas bestowed upon us and if it loses every month one con-\ntributor, the December issue will be up to the highest expecta-\ntions.\nThe Spotlight\nThis is a new periodical, whose Volume 1, Number 1, has-\narrived at our desk. \"Edited and owned by the people,\" it\nsays. It contains effusions against the policy of preparedness.\nWho is this \"people\"?\nAlethian\nThe general issue of this pyschic magazine contains valuable\ninformation for our poets.\n\"Those who scoff at the thought that Spirit, or spirits, respond\nto special invitation to be present at gatherings of mortals at\nspecific times and places may explain why a number of Alethian\nStudents who had never previously produced a line of verse\nhave spontaneously delivered commendable poetry at our lecture\nclasses.\"\nThe Colonnade\n\"The essence of Strindberg,\" by Harold Berman, is an inter-\nesting attempt to understand and to appreciate \"the deep-rooted\nmysticism with an original and dual outlook upon life as the\nmotives underlying the enigmatic personality of August Strind-\nberg.\"\n\"The Threefold Admonishment\" is another one of Arthur"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "500", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 345, "texte": "Schnitzler's stories, translated from the German, by Pierre\nLoving. The efforts of Mr.. Loving to introduce to us this\neminent Viennese writer are very laudable, but he chooses\nSchnitzler's early work. Why not try to give us some of his\nbest? Those bits, full of life, and still of a rare quietness of\nwhich he has proved master?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "500", "page_fin": "501", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.13", "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": 16, "page_imprimee": "500", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 347, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2747, "texte": "In Our Village\nFLORENCE GOUGH and Lindsey Cooper joined the small\nshop movement in the Village and opened a costume shop\nfor the designing and creating of fancy dress costumes and mod-\nern clothes. Miss Gough is doing the designing. She has an\nunique color sense and she is proud of the wide opportunity she\nhad for expression, not only in costuming, but in spectacular\nstage setting! \"She also claims priority right to the daring color\n•combinations regarded dubiously by the Academicians before\nthe coming of Bakst.\"\nAnd daring is the interior of the shop. The floor is tomato\nred, the walls are black, yellow and turquoise, the color is\nsplashed on the walls as by the ire of genius. Of genius that\nsimply must express itself in vivid glaring colors and that\nwouldn't care to sit even in a chair or on a stool which does not\n♦carry the flaming message to its organism in repose. Therefore,\norange and lavender seating occasions.\nTwo large figures of yellow cambric, with disarranged anato-\nmies, stand in the show window, like heralds of a new sartorial\napostle.\nAnd Miss Cooper, the director of the institution, assures that\nthe faithful came from the first day, immediately after the yel-\nlow cambrics had hit their eyes. A large number of costumes,\nworn at the recent Censors Ball and the Beaux Arts' party\n■emanated from here, and the Liberal Club Ball and the Masses'\nBall will be vivid and glaring witnesses of this new shop in Our\n\"Village.\nAlice Palmer, she of the Sunflower Shop, has opened The Vil-\nlage Store and announces that its mission will be a \"Gift Shop.\"\nShe will sell odd bits of brass, china, wood, furniture and souve-\nnirs, at reasonable prices.\nA frequent visitor to the Village during the past weeks has\nbeen Joseph Louis French, the poet.. He contemplates a new\nedition of his corrected works, poems that have appeared during\nthe past twenty years in magazines and periodicals in the United\nStaees and England.\nCharles Keeler has united many of his poems in a volume that\nwill soon be published by Laurence Gomme, \"in his little shop\naround the corner.\" They are called \"Victory,\" and contain some\nof Mr. Keeler's best work.\nBernhardt Wall, the etcher, has conceived the 'idea of a series\nof preparedness pictures, to be produced as movie cartoons. He\nis hard at work at them and contemplating the acceptance of one\nof the many offers he has received from film companies."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "501", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 638, "texte": "Heloise Haynes plans for her many friends and admirers an\ninformal dance for Saturday, the 19th, which will take place in\nher \"Wardrobe.\"\nBruno'* Garret\nA group of young Russian painters will exhibit a representa-\ntive selection of their paintings in Bruno's Garret. The exhibi-\ntion opens on Thursday, the 17th, and will last until the 25th\nof February. The poetry readings and Monday evening lectures\nhave to be interrupted on account of the fire until March the\nsth. Upon this day, the necessary restoration work will have\nbeen finished and Bruno's Garret will welcome everybody that\nwishes to attend its house-warming."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "501", "page_fin": "502", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "titre_sommaire": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "501", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 640, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1722, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n'W'IRGINIA O. MADIGAN, who was heard last week in her\n* recitation to music of Victor Sardou's \"Leah the Forsaken,*\nhas remarkable talent to interpret with her strong resonant\nvoice, the words of the author. Music and spoken word seem\nto grow to a unit which does not fail to act upon our senses.\nOur eyes and our ears are similarly attracted. Miss Madigan,\nwho just completed her eleventh year, will continue her dramatic\nstudies.\nThursday, Friday and Saturday of this week the program will\ninclude a selection of songs by Miss Sara S. Broughton, known\nas church singer and who aspires to enter upon a concert career.\nHer program includes: The Star, by Rogers; Where my Cara-\nvan Has Rested, by Lohr; The Years at the Spring, by Beach.\nMiss Lila Van Kirk will give three of her Italian illustrated\ntravellogues, \"Two Weeks in Rome,\" \"A Walk Through the\nStreets of Florence,\" and \"Naples, Pompeii, Vesuvius, Venice\n(by moonlight) and Italian Lakes.\" This series is arranged as a\ntrip through Italy, on this side of the ocean and Miss Van Kirk"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "502", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 300, "fin_caractere_exclue": 446, "texte": "has sought to make her individuality that of a purely conversa-\ntional tone of delivery, thereby tendering the atmosphere of her\nhistoric subject."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "502", "page_fin": "502", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Today", "titre_sommaire": "Today", "signature_source": "G. E. M", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "502", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 448, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1560, "texte": "Today\nG. E. M.\nTRINITY CHURCH stands at the head of Wall Street.\nFacing East, it represents God. At the foot is the East\nRiver oblivion. The Stock Exchange is between, the Temple of\nMammon; the Custom House is beside. It is the place of the\nlaw. We have here the channel and its ports. In the daytime\na human tide here ebbs and flows. At certain seasons the flow\nis well defined; on the eve of panic from Mammon to God, as\nthe herd gathers before the storm; in the panic the Street is in\nflood. Some are pushed into oblivion, but the Street remains\nfull.—Curious paradox.—In the time of plenty, the tide sets\nto the place of the law. Man is mindful of its comforts in the\nhour of fortune; Gold has its concomitants; noblesse oblige.\nIn the Temple of Mammon all is Babel. No tongue is of the\nPentecost. They cry aloud and dance to the music of their\nthroats. Then comes a hush. The place empties like a sigh.\nBut after all is said and done the trend is up and down; some\nto the churchyard, some to the river. There is rest.\nAnd old Trinity smiles down equally upon the mob and the\ndead. They are alike, incidents."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "502", "page_fin": "502", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Song", "titre_sommaire": "Song", "signature_source": "O. T. M", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "502", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1562, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1819, "texte": "Song\nO. T. M.\nCHE came like a falling star,\nSudden, and swift, and bright,\nFrom the heaven of heavens afar\nOn the wilderness of night.\nShe came like a falling star,\nFlashed by, and was no more;\nBut the wilderness where lost lovers are\nIs darker than before."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "502", "page_fin": "502", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Replated Platitudes", "titre_sommaire": "Replated Platitudes", "signature_source": "Julius Doerner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "502", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1821, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2162, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\nNATURALLY, people who never stop to trouble about the\nTruth, object to have the Truth stop to trouble about them,\nespecially when the trouble about the Truth is: It never stops\ntheir troubles.\nThe man who needs a bracer, better brace up against the town-\npump.\nA world menace: the unteachable self-taught."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[503]", "page_fin": "[503]", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[503]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1219, "texte": "I KEEP ON MY WALLS a permanent exhibition of autographs, manuscripts\nand historical documents, and have at present an especially interesting col-\nlection of letters and original manuscripts by Abraham Lincoln, George\nWashington, Robert Louis Stevenson, Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe. These\nare the original scripts of stories, poems and documents which have made these\nmen famous. If interested, drop me a line, or better, come and see my exhibition.\nPATRICK FRANCIS MADIGAN\n561 Fifth Ave. (entrance 46th St.) New York\nrTT —a—M——MMUMMMHII—IM ■ ■TV 11 I li ■ IBM ■■■——■ l—«H lITI IT.ttfl\nAt the Sign of the Red Lamp\nFifty-three West Third Street, New York\nYou will find this old and picturesque Chop House,\nTWO DOORS EAST OF WEST BROADWAY\nWe make a specialty of Sea Food, Steak and Chops\nSAMUEL S. BROAD, Proprietor Telephone: Spring 5963\nOpen Evenings until Nine\nRARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to\nselect for themselves, or for those who have not access to the best book marts.\nWhy not begin collecting now ?\nAddress E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[503]", "page_fin": "[503]", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.20", "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": 19, "page_imprimee": "[503]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 1221, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1589, "texte": "LIBRAIRIE FRANCAISE DEUTSCHE 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-1916-02-19-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[504]", "page_fin": "[504]", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.21", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[504]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 439, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C,\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances\nMonday, 8:45 p. m.\nTuesday, 8:45 p. m.\nWednesday, 8:45 p. m.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 3:00 p. m.\nSaturday, 8:15 p. m.\nBruno Players\nBruno Players\nBruno Players\nMusicale\nMusicale\nBruno Players\nMusicale\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-02-19-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-02-19_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[504]", "page_fin": "[504]", "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=bmtnaaq19160219-01.2.22", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[504]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 441, "fin_caractere_exclue": 773, "texte": "Bruno Players\nwill open their season in\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, New York City\nMonday, February 21st\nwith G. BERNARD SHAW'S\nPassion, Poison, Petrifaction!\nand AUGUST STRINDBERG'S\nMiss Julia.\nOnly 120 Seats at One Dollar Each\nTo be had at the BOX OFFICE, 10 FIFTH AVENUE, or by Mail"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\n✓\nFive Cents February 19th, 1916\nW. & G.\n\nAubrey Beardsley"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[486]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright February 19th, 1916. Original matter, including all\ndrawings, may not be reproduced without permission of\nGuido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit is\ngivtn to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nI do appreciate the sympathy offered\nme by my numerous readers and friends\nthroughout the country, but two dollars\nfor fifty-two issues of Bruno's Weekly\nwill manifest the\nREAL SPIRIT."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[487]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 8.\nFEBRUARY 19th, MCMXVI.\nVol. II\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nFrom the Collection of Mr. Patrick F. Madigan\n\nThe Fire In Bruno's Garret\nP IRE of some unknown cause destroyed, on the 12th of Febru-\nary, on Lincoln Day, that part of my garret which I used\nas a store-room and where I kept my files."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "488", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAll back numbers of my magazines, Greenwich Village, Bruno\nChap-Books and Bruno's Weekly were destroyed. Manuscripts\nof well-known authors, historical documents, rare books, pamph-\nlets which never can be duplicated, material which I had col-\nlected for the last twelve years—all went up in the smoke.\nAnd better than ever do I know to-day that there is no pos-\nsession real which we do not carry with us constantly. Not in\nour pockets, but in our hearts. Not the property which we store\nin fireproof storehouses, or in safe deposit vaults; even that\nmight be destroyed by earthquakes, or by Zeppelins, or other\ndevices with which God and man manifest their existence unex-\npectedly.\nBut all we have in the eternal possession of our mind—all\nthose things that we really know.\nKnowledge is the power that cannot be destroyed.\nOmnia mea mecum porto.\n\nOn Book Stall Row\n\nAND so this, the first number after the fire which partly\ndestroyed my garret, is the fitting occasion, dear reader,\nto invite you to take a walk through that part of the city which\nstarts on the extremest boundaries of our village and whose\nimportant avenue leads to the Public Library—that supreme\nmausoleum of the citizens of the republic of letters; where are\nlaid away, side by side, the remains of those who were\nworshipped during life and forgotten after their death and of\nthose whom no one knew while they were among us and whose\nreal life began after they had written the last page of their\nmessage to the world, a world which has ears now for the\ndead man's words.\nWill you come with me and walk for half an hour on that\nVia Appia of New York where great men's work is put on\nshelves and bundled up and can be viewed by those who feel\nlike worshipping where artists and writers found a friend who\nwould plead their cause better than the newspaper critic, literary\nwriter and the art editor. Let us go where the old worshipful\nbuilding of the Astor Library still stands and whose closed\nshutters and deserted door-ways and stair-cases remind one of\nthat eternal truth—sic transit gloria mundi! And not long ago—\nscarcely eight years—all intellect of New York assembled here\non old Astor Place, in the midst of the old landmarks of a\nNew York of by-gone days. There they worked diligently, and\nlike in a bee-hive, gathered the honey to give it to the world.\nAnd the world came to take the honey and carried it to\nnewspaper offices, to magazine editors and used it for nourish-\ning and for luxurious, dandy dishes and served it to millions\nas bread and as dessert.\nIn those days of the old Astor Library, Fourth Avenue was\nthe leading booksellers' street of New York, and therefore, of\nthe world.\nAnd then the palace was built on Fifth Avenue, right in the\nheart of the city, to receive the remains of the august man of"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "489", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe world. The literary free-market, whose centre for barter\nand exchange had been on Astor Place, moved up to the new\ncomfortable quarters. Marble and big spaces, lackies in livery\nand modern commercial office devices took the places of the\ngood old home-like library rooms. Railings did not separate\nthere the reader from the book-shelves and the tables were wrorn\nand ink-spotted; and where the authors of the books, in their\nold-fashioned attire, with their grandfather's manners, with\ntheir elegance and their \"I don't care what you think of me,\nworld!\" seemed so near to us who leaned over their books.\nBut those booksellers—no less lovers of books because they\nsold them—remained in their shops on Fourth Avenue, in their\nbasements and their little shacks with queer displays of book\nstalls and advertisements in old hand-writing tacked to their\ndoors which seem to belong to another age, which seem to be\nthe remnants of another school of men. A good many of those\nold friends of the frequenters of the library are gone. High\nbuildings are erected where they used to read books and sell\nthem to you—if you managed to get into their good graces.\nDon't shake your head incredibly! Yes, such were those old\nbooksellers, who treated their books as you would treat your\nfriends, and who would introduce you to their friends only if\nyou were one with their spirit,—if they found in you \"that certain\nsomething\" which invites lovers of books into a society of lovers\nof men.\nTempora mutamtur et nos mutamur in illis! Mr. Edison put\nthe candle out of use. His electric rails brought space and\ntime into relations which enable the individual to live a life of\nmany interests.\nGreek and Latin, the old essayists of yore, and the art of\nwriting letters are foreign to most of us. To have read your\nCaesar and scanned your Homer makes you a scholar for life-\ntime to-day. And to have really read Horace and to have dived\ninto Plato and Aeschylus entitles you to the highest honors\nnewspapers, magazines and the country-at-large have to award.\nIf you know how to write about these things and how to apply\nyour knowledge so that the magazine editor can have it illus-\ntrated by some imitators of Bruneleschie or Baks't, that your\nwork can appear serially in an unobjectionable family paper\nwhich is sold in two million copies by boys and girls who earn\nin such a way a \"liberal education in business colleges;\"—that\nit can be printed in book form to be bought by all public libraries\nand Carnegie and college and university libraries, and if it has\nsuch merits that the music of a Viennese operatta composer\ncan be harmoniously combined with the words, making for\na season's Broadway success.\nOtherwise you have the best chance to starve and to be looked\nupon as a queer sort of a chap.\nA few are left of those old book-dealers who used to dwell\non Fourth Avenue and whom book-worms used to persuade to\npart with this or that precious tome. How those book-sellers\ndiffered from those of our own times; they knew their Latin\nand their Greek, they knew not only first editions and standard"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "490", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\neditions, from the catalogs of auction sales and \"Book Prices\nCurrent\" but they knew the contents of the books; they would\ngive an equal chance to the well-known author whom they liked\nand to the unknown man whose pamphlet they discovered; read-\ning and \"discovering\" was their chief occupation, selling books\na mere incident—a very necessary one, of course, but still an\nincident only. They all had their hobbies. One would be inter-\nested in Mark Twain and would have stored away in some\nobscure corner of his book-shelves, as the kohinoor of his\npossessions, a rare pamphlet unknown to the world, and perhaps\nautographed by the author himself. Another one would be an\nenthusiast of Poe and would carefully gather precious items\nand show them to those he really liked—like a king who bestows\nupon the subject he wishes to honor a high order.\nAuthors and would-be authors found in these dingy shops\nlit by a flickering gas jet, in the atmosphere of dust and of old\npaper, congenial gathering-places. O. Henry was a well-known\nhabitue of the book-shops on Fourth Avenue, and especially\none situated in a basement to which led rickety wooden stairs\nwas his favorite one. He used to rummage around the French\nbooks its proprietor kept and ask for translations and explana-\ntions, but he rarely bought.\nDid I say a few of those shops are still preserved?—and did I\ninvite you to come along and take a walk on Book Stall Row ?\nThey are, but don't be disappointed. They all have electric\nlights and cash registers and only far back behind the dust-\ncovered desk of the proprietor—if you succeed in lifting tKe\nbusiness mask from his face—will you find the book-dealer alter\nyour heart, whose face beams because he has succeeded in get-\ning this or that rare item. And if you have that \"certain\nsomething\" of the book-worm which finds a response in his\nheart, he will forget his \"Book Prices Current\" and he will talk\nto you just to your heart's delight. And his hands and your\nhands will rest on the mutual friend—the book.\nHere, I said, in these shops, which, if the proprietor has busi-\nness genius and progresses with the spirit of the time, will be-\ncome types of the ready-to-order, department-store-like-con-\nducted book-stores, are the temporary interment places of lit-\nerateurs who are either dead and not yet discovered or who are\nalive and therefore not apt to be discovered, or who are both\ndead and discovered. But their works have not yet succeeded\nin bringing high auction prices and therefore are not purchased\nby the libraries in their palacial mausoleums where they will\nfind their final resting-place some day. To these shops the\nliterateur pilgrimages if he wishes to dispose of his books—not\nbecause his shelves or his library are too crowded but because he\nhas decided that a meal once in a while will be highly appreciated\nby his physical body. Down here to these basements or to these\nshacks crowded in by big business buildings he creeps stealthily\nand sells the books of his friends, given him in his better days\nwith their inscriptions of friendship. He is ashamed of his act,\nbut landladies have to get rent and Child's has a cash register\nwhich must record every sale of the day, even the most insig-\nnificant cup of coffee and the thinnest cheese sandwich."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "491", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nHere to these shops the literateur, who ventured into the\nfield of being his own publisher and editor of a short-lived\nmagazine brings bundles of unsold numbers of his publication\nwhich were returned to him with many regrets and the bill for\n\"return charges by the pound\" from news-dealers and from\nnews companies. The book-store buys them, and a dollar is a\ndollar—even if you have to procure it with five hundred or a\nthousand copies of something you put your greatest hopes upon.\nNo reflection is made upon the bookseller! He gives you\nmore than you could get anywhere else. What other book-dealer\nin this city would buy old paper—and it is nothing but old paper\nso long as \"Book Prices Current\" doesn't mention the maga-\nzine's name and its rarity, and therefore, the goodness of its\ncontents. .\nHere, to these shops, landladies bring the trunks which they\ndid not permit to leave their premises because the unfortunate\nowner failed to pay his three dollars per week, and his literary\nfuture was too ample a security for her to continue to trust.\nAnd how many rejected manuscripts—often rejected because of\ntheir merit—-will be found in that baggage hastily thrown to-\ngether by her after she has locked the door upon him! How\nmany letters will they contain showing the man in the light\nothers saw him and wrote to him what to do and what not\nto do!\nHere, to these shops, the unfortunate woman travels if her\nhusband—the writer or the artist—is sick and doctor bills have\nto be paid, and again, that curse of everybody's life—rent bills\nand board bills.\nAnd here finally is sold the worldly possessions of him who\nhas laid away his pen forever, whom the rent collector for the\ntypewriter will not bother again. His most-cherished books and\nletters from fellow-sufferers on the hard road to literary success\nand those benevolent lines of those who \"got there,' his scrap\nbooks and perhaps his diary to contribute to the receipts of\nundertaker and cemetery company.\nDEAR READER, we live in an age where figures are staring in\nyour face wherever you turn. Churches pass the baskets!\nCharity is standardized after the most efficient business methods\nof the country.\n\"Money, I want money!\" is written in big, black broad letters\nover men and things. Therefore, it is up to you to eliminate\nmoney wherever you feel it a disturbing element. It is up\nto you to be the magician who charms away the things that\ncan never \"disappear\" as everybody knows. Don't think of the\nrent and of the bills and of the pay rolls to clerks that these\nbooksellers have to pay, but see them as I do back there in the\ndark corner of their shops—unlighted by electricity, back of a\npaper-and-dust-covered desk, reading on quiet afternoons and\nevenings when business is at a standstill and book-buyers do\nnot require their services,—reading their favorites, those books\nthey will not sell if you are not lucky and strike them at a\ntime when bills are due, when rent has to be paid.\n\nGuido Bruno."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "492", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nVaudeville Stars Tell Us Why They Act\nG. B.\nI have not taken in a vaudeville show for quite a while. I\nhave seen in the newspapers concerning the work of our vaude-\nville actors, several pages each week. And so I went to the\nPalace one night last week. The chairs are very comfortable\nand the ventilation is excellent. So it is possible to exist phys-\nically.\nBut how much humanity is wasted on the vaudeville stage!\nThese men and women surely must have a reason for doing\ntheir silly acts over and over again for forty weeks every year!\nThere was Ruth St. Denis, for instance. Ella Wheeler Wilcox\nwas down at my garret the morning after I had seen Ruth. The\nfamous poetess adores Ruth; her husband adores Ruth, too.\nThey saw her for the first time in Paris, some years ago. \"She\nis adoration, she is a prayer, she is a sermon,\" Mr. Wilcox re-\nmarked after the curtain had rung down. Mrs. Wilcox was of\nthe same opinion. Sermons and sermons are different. So are\nprayers. Mine surely differ from those of the Wilcox couple.\n\"Why do they act?\" I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Here\nare the answers that I received from a few of the headliners at\npresent features in Broadway theatres and vaudeville houses.\nGaby Deslys (in Stop! Look! and Listen! at the Globe)-—\n\"Because I love it—I like money much, but my art, ah, that is\nthe thing I like very much, much more.\"\nHarry Pilcer (also at the Globe)—\"Because eight per doesn't\nhold any charms for me.\"\nHarry Fox (in Stop! Look! and Listen also at the Globe) —\n\"To get my hot meat. This is the life.\"\nJoseph Santley (also at the Globe)—\"Merely to keep me out\nof mischief.\"\nAnd here are a few who appear at present at the Palace:\nHarrv Carroll: \"To get out of a contract with a music pub-\nlisher.\"\"\nPaul Morton and wife, Naomi Glass (in a vaudeville sketch) :\n\"We need the cash—that's all!\"\nThe Dolly Sisters (in a vaudeville sketch) : \"Because of our\nrapid success, because of the money that's in it, and because we\ncan't keep our feet on the ground.\"\n\nAny House in the Court\n\nP APA SUMMERFIELD is a very bad man. He loves his\n* wife, or at least he loved his wife very tenderly, fourteen\nyears before the curtain rose. In those days he had been a\nsuccessful lawyer, with indisputable business integrity. And\nthen—she died. He locked the chamber in whicn she had been\nan invalid before her death and it remained for years a closed\nroom in the house. He kept the key in his pocket, and every\nmember of his household tiptoed when passing this door, and\nnobody dared mention its existence, or the mother's name in\nhis presence. Papa Summerfield killed his grief and his love in"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "493", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY *\n\nbusiness ambition and anything that came along was good\nenough as long as it kept his mind busy and prevented him from\nthinking. He also developed into a house tyrant, forbidding the\ntwo daughters the men of their choice, and turning them coldly\nfrom house and hearth after they decided to become wives\nand mothers. But Papa Summerfield has a \"better self.\" And\nthis better self is of utmost importance to the play. It really\nis the nucleus of the play. The better self appears in a not any\nmore unaccustomed way on the stage. It is Mr. Summerfield's\ndouble. It looks like Mr. Summerfield, it parts its hair in the\nsame remarkable way that Mr. Summerfield parts his, from fore-\nhead to neck, it wears the same picturesque necktie and clothes,\nand appears at opportune moments in a spotlight and tries to\nreason with his \"evil self.\"\nAnd there is that great big corporation committee that wishes\nto buy the honesty of Mr. Summerfield with a vice-presidency,\nand with fat fees, and there is the honest young man who can-\nnot continue to be secretary to Mr. Summerfield because he\ncannot bear the idea that his revered master will do some-\nthing dishonest. This secretary also has a little side interest\nwhich his heroic standpoint brings to a happy conclusion. David,\nthat is his name, has won the heart of the youngest daughter\nof Mr. Summerfield, and now, in the sublime moment when she\nrealizes the \"evil self\" of Papa, she decides to follow David\nand take up with him the struggles of life. And then, there\nis a highly melodramatic private conversation between \"better\nself\" and \"evil self\" of Papa Summerfield in the death-cham-\nber of the departed wife. It is one of those scenes that are\nenjoyed by cooks and chambermaids, digested after working\nhours from those ominous paper-covered thick volumes known\nordinarily as dime novels, whose price has been raised to twenty-\nfive cents. It would be enjoyed as a scene commonly known as\none \"that gives you the creeps,\" that \"starts the goose-flesh.\"\nPapa Summerfield leaves the mysterious death-chamber of his\nwife and returns to his library.\nEnter all persons in question as there are: The honest sec-\nretary with the youngest daughter ready to leave forever, the\ndisinherited daughter, who has a baby at home and the son-in-\nlaw \"who shall never cross this threshold again.\" They expect\na parting for life. But lo! Old man Summerfield is his \"better\nself\" again. \"You all can remain,\" says he; \"I have thought\nthe matter over and I am going to join forces with my sons-in-\nlaw. Honesty will lead us to success. David, I welcome as\nthe husband of my youngest daugter \"\nOne looked expectantly toward the door; but the nursemaid\nwith the baby upon her arm did not appear.\nOwen Davis and Robert Davis are the \"two selves\" that\nmanufactured this show piece. One might be a very success-\nful magazine editor, and an expert in selecting and purchasing\nthe kind of stuff that people are supposed to like in our popular\nmagazines. But a successful career of this sort is poor experi-\nence to write a drama for American theatre-goers. Even such\nfeatures as there were on the program, \"that the curtain never"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "494", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nrises and never is rung down between the acts and scenes of\n'Any House',\" is an insufficient feature after the street\nexterior of the house is lifted and living room of this\nfashionable mansion is right next to the sidewalk. The appear-\nance of the personified better self of a man is as old as the\ndevelopment of stage tricks. It was used in France and Ger-\nmany to much better advantage early in the Eighteenth\nCentury. .\nPapa Summerfield saved the situation temporarily by excellent\nacting. He was\"the evil self\" of a man as well impersonated\nas it is in real life. But that \"better self\" was just a poor\nattempt at something unknown. At what? Ask Mr. Davis!\nOne must be a creator and a critic, and sincere in everything\nin life and in art in order to be able to write a drama.\nThe editor, the able editor of popular magazines, might do\nwell to follow his real metier: to write vaudeville sketches.\n\nG. B.\n\nHassan and His Wives\n\nAND it was at the hour of the full moon, the doors of the\ncastle were pushed open and there entered silently into\nthe garden, Hassan and his seven wives, crossed over to the\nmelodiously splashing fountain, disrobed, and seated themselves\nin a semi-circle.\nAnd Hassan Bedr-ed Din, said:\n\"I am your master, creatures of the curved rib, but verily\nrather would I be a hunchback beggar than your master solely!\nBecause my soul is thirsty for love.\"\nAnd he looked into the deer-like eyes of Butheines:\n\"What is the utmost that you can do for me, woman?\"\n\"Singing and dancing will I do for thee, O lord!\"\nHassan shrugged his shoulders and turned to Kuttel Kulub:\n\"And you also, only singing and dancing?\" .\n\"I will tell you a thousand fairy tales: About the Prince\nwho was turned to stone, about the veziers of the King Junan,\nand Isrit and about the old Scheichs.\"\n\"What can you give me, Scherezade?\"\n\"Every lust of the body, lord! My blood boils like the wind\nof the desert!\"\nNushet-es-Saman said: \"I can be true to you, from the\nbottom of my heart, oh Hassan! And not because I have to!\"\nAnd Sophia: \"I can relate to you the works of the Prophet,\nand I can explain them, and I know the secrets of the stars!\nAnd the dark-haired Dunjaisaid, the one with the queen-like\nfigure, fell to the feet of Hassan, covering them with kisses,\nand her voice vibrated like leaves in a hurricane: \"I could die\nfor thee, oh lord!\"\nA happy smile passed over the face of the master, and he\nkissed Dunjaisaid. t\nThe seventh woman sat still unquestioned, near the foun-\ntain. And she opened her mouth and said: \"Why should I"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "495", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nkeep silent and make a secret of my love, because you, oh\nHassan, do not look at me?\"\nHassan smiled snobbishly: \"Arise! What on earth could\nyou do for me after Dunjaisaid is ready to die for me?\"\n\"I could live for you, oh Lord!\"\n\nAfter the Persian by Guido Bruno.\n\nBiography\nTom Sleeper.\nA BLACK crow flapped his wings in a dead tree.\nAt that moment I was born.\nA camel awoke, stretched and wandered away over the\ndesert; just then my mate came into being.\nWe met quite accidentally at Dajeeling, married, raised five\nchildren, built a house, and kept a cat.\nLater, we died and were buried in the same grave.\nThis completes our history . . .\nNot that it does anybody any good.\n\nReplies\nBy Richard Aldington,\nFrom The Egoist, London.\nI\nVJL7 HEN I was hungry and implored them, they said: \"The\n™ sun-beetle eats dung: imitate him.\"\nI implored them for my life's sake and they replied: \"Last\nvear's roses are dead; why should you live?\"\n* t\nII\n(Three years later)\nT1 HEY came to me and said: \"You must aid us for the\n*■ sake of our God and our World.\"\nI replied: \"Your god is a beetle and your world a ball of\ndung.\"\nBut they returned and said: \"You must give your life to\ndefend us.\"\nAnd I answered: \"Though a million of you die, next spring\nshall not lack roses.\"\n\nDecollete\nL'Innocent.\nCHE walked, an Eve,\nCreated not, mankindness to deceive.\nAnd lo!\nQuoth she, \"Why are they draped so?\nGod made me.\nIs it then,\nFit I should upholstered be by men?"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "496", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLondon Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington,\nJanuary 31st, 1916.\nlUI ADAME SARAH BERNHARDT is doubtless a brave\nwoman, but is she discreet? Undeterred by her great age\nor her physical infirmity she insists on appearing in public.\nThere should be, as in Russia, a law forbidding actresses over\nforty-five or fifty from sacrificing their reputations, theif\nbeautiful memories to a foolish vanity.\nOf course, the great public here doesn't take this view. Any-\none to whom it has once given admiration or affection is for-\never sacred to it. We have comedians in London who have lived\nsuccessfully for a dozen years on one good joke or play. Bern-\nhardt has been at the Coliseum this week with her voice—still\nmarvellous to say, not without magic—and—poor thing!—her\nartificial limb. She recited Les Cathidrales, sitting in a great\nthrone-like chair the while, and then acted in Du Theatre au\nChamp d' Honneur, a little war piece. The latter was rather\ndreadful, but the Coliseum audience, one of the stupidest and\nmost sentimental in London, was apparently enthralled.\nAt the Shaftesbury Theatre we have had another interesting\nthough not quite successful entertainment this week. It is\nanother case of a musician endeavoring to digest a literary\nmasterpiece much in the way that Liza Lehmann did with\nEveryman, as I mentioned in my last letter. This time it is\nSir Charles Stanford who has endeavored to turn Sheridan's\nCritic into a kind of music play or comedy with music.. The\nresult is not spontaneously successful. Sir Charles has no very\nlight gift of musical humour and some of his musical jokes are\nvery heavy indeed. The composer has mixed original music\nwith parodies of Wagner, Strauss, Debussy and the old style\nof Italian opera like Trovatore. Sheridan is good and Sir\nCharles Stanford is good in his own way as a composer of\nlight academic work and a professor of distinction, but the\ncombination is unsatisfactory.\nQuite a number of French and Belgian books and reviews\ncontinue to be printed and published in England. The Paris\nfirm of Figuiere has a printing works at Cardiff—\"The Welsh\nOutlook Press.\" There is a company of publishers in London,\nissuing new novels and other books in French, in the ordinary\nFrench format with yellow paper covers. Belgian and French\nnovelists in veile issue their works in this way. Et jai vouler\nla Paix, by Andre Spire, is just published by the Egoist. Spire,\nwho has passed most of the time since the outbreak of the war\nin Nancy, close to the firing line, has been recently engaged in\nbuying leather for the French Government, and a little while\nago paid a business visit to London. I did not see him, but he\nwas taken to the Cafe Royal, I believe, to meet the poets and\npainters, and now, chiefly through the instrumentality of my\nfriend, Richard Aldington, I fancy, we have this little volume of\nverse. The following is taken from a poem called Images,\nwritten at Nancy in September, 1914."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "497", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMais pentends le canon aux portes de ma ville;\nJe vois sur nos canaux, nos places et nos rues\nTes troupeaux de blesses;\nJe vois tes carbillards suivis de Veterans et de drapeaux.\nEt tes paysans fuir avec leurs fourrageres\nPleines de matelas, de femmes et d'enfants\nEt je m'asseois. I'attends.\nOh! Silence! Silence! .\nJusqu'an jour ou ces corps defaits, ces visages hagards,\nCes cris, ces pleurs, ces lignes, ces pus, ces puanteuos,\nUne plus imperieuse image: la Victoire,\nLes aura deloges de nos zeux, de nos coeurs.\nThus there emerges from the poem the triumphant motive-\nwhich, perhaps, America, happy in the possession of peace, does\nnot quite understand. I find in many American papers and\nreviews a frequent expression of commiseration for us in\nEurope with our terrible war. It is true that it is a horrible •\nenough affair and that the amount of misery and tragedy in,\nEurope is something fearful to contemplate, but there is, at the\nsame time, an acceptance of it, a recognition that it is the -\neventable contrast against which joy shines, a kind of pride in ,\nit, in fact.\nAmong new novels, Arnold Bennett's These Twain, calls for;\na line, though since it has probably been published simultaneously\nin America, you will have heard all about it long before this\nletter appears.\nAn absurd book though of which probably you will not hear\nhas just been issued in honour of Hilaire Belloc, who has risen»\nto considerable eminence of late, owing to, his false prophesies\non the subject of the war. Two young men who should know\nbetter have perpetrated this fatuity—C. Creighton Mandell and\nE. Shanks. The book is divided into chapters such as Mr.\nBelloc and the Public, Mr. Belloc and Europe, Mr. Belloc and\nthe Future, and so on. Perhaps you don't evm know who.\nHilaire Belloc is?.\nBut that I should not seem to give you notice only of bad1\nor foolish books let me end by mentioning one that is excellent—\nProfessor G. Baldwin Brown's Arts in Early England, of which\nVolumes 111 and IV have just appeared. It is full of learning\nand imaginative appeal.\n\nEdward Storer.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nD USSIAN literature translated originally during the Crimean\nIXI War and refreshed sporadically during the Russo-\nJapanese struggles is being warmed up and re-hashed and served'\non toast in England since the outbreak of the European strug-\ngles. As the good old boarding-house woman knows well what to\ndo with her Sunday chicken on Monday, Tuesday and the subse-\nquent days, so the publishers on Fleet Street fish out from their\nmorgues hurried translations and then they are reprinted cheaply-\nand fed to the populace."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "498", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe modern authors, of whom there exist a German or\nFrench translation, are being done into English by translators\nnow \"from the original Russian.\" Just look at these translations\nwhich arrive with every English boat. I daresay that at least\n.two-thirds of these books came to England via France and via\nGermany. Russian can be translated into English. But only\nby such as have an excellent knowledge of English and a fair\nknowledge of Russian. There is too much German and French\nflavor and spirit in these Russian translations of our days. The\nwonderful primitive way of expressing situations by compari-\nsons, of picturing life through the most difficult mosaic of life\nin detail is lost.\nThe American translations are far better. Russia is nearer\nto the heart of America than to the heart of England. Russia\nis to America the representative of everything Slavic in Europe.\nThe Slavic element is very vital in our everyday life. The\nmelancholy of those struggling for freedom—no matter if\n•spiritual or financial—is well-known to us. The technical knowl-\nedge of the language has a big assistant: the sympathy of\ntranslator and of reader.\nThe Russia of a Gogol, the Russia of an Arzibasheff with the\nstruggling minority against the tryannies of a Czardom by\n\"God's grace\" against oppressors who want Russia's financial\nwho want slaves in spirit and meek servants instead\n■of free men, must find a sympathetic echo in the hearts of free\nAmericans.\nThese translations, as published during the past year by Mr.\nHuebsch, and lately by Mr. Knopf (whose address, by the way,\nis in no directory, and letters to whom are being sent back as\nundeliverable constantly), are not only superior from a technical\nstandpoint or from the standpoint of a linquist, but they really\ncarry to us THE message. The great Russian authors, who are\nartists, apostles of a new and better era for their beloved\nRussia, and leaders of their people at large at the same time,\nspeak to us in their own language. In most of the English\ntranslations they seem to be using a megaphone.\nWhile reading a few days ago in a Bohemian magazine that\nOscar Wilde's Reading Gaol had been translated into Bohemian\nand into Serbian recently and sent in thousands of copies to\nmilitary concentration camps, I remembered another singer amid\nprison walls—one who suffered in Russian prisons and such\ntorture houses as the Schluesselburg, twenty-five years of his\nlife for the gravest crime one can commit in Russia; he was\nan independent editor of a paper that should tell his readers the\ntruth and nothing but the truth. Nicholas Alexandrovitch\nMorosow, son of a nobleman and a peasant woman, after a\nliberal education in colleges and universities, decided, at the\nage of nineteen, to join the group of young Socialists which\nwent, in 1874, preaching through the country, trying to make\nmen and women see the real value of life.\nHe went to St. Petersburg and was editor in quick succession\nof those three journals that were severely persecuted by the\nRussian Government. He left Russia, warned by a good friend"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "499", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthat there was a warrant out against him. But he would not\nhave been a Russian, a real Russian, if he could have kept out\nof his country for the rest of his life. And he came back.\nEverything might be rotten in Russia, systems and adminis-\ntrations ; but the filing-index on which are kept the names of\nthose that offend the \"sacro-sanct person of the Czar\" or dare\nto suggest a better Russia, free of graft and injustice, is kept\nin constant working order. Morosow was arrested the same\nsecond he crossed the boundaries of Holy Russia. He was\nsentenced to life imprisonment.\nLonging for freedom, for the freedom of his nation, had been\nthe impetus of his life. After he lost his own personal free-\ndom, he knew so much better how his nation in bondage suffered,\nhow it was destined to suffer for centuries to come.\nAll his strength, all his sentimentality, all his love for his\nnation, for clean, pure air and for blue skies, and all the hopes\nand imagination of a new, of a free Russia are the threads with\nwhich he wove that wonderful Gobelin, his life work, that he'\nstarted, worked upon and finished in the hopeless leaden misery\nof Russian prisons: his prison song.\nContemporary Verse\nOne distinction has the second number of this magazine'\nwhich is everything but contemporary; the bad poet, who made\na name for himself in a weekly book-trade paper, unjustly\ncalled Book Review, by interviewing similarly bad poets, is not\namong their contributors. Eleven names were contained in the\ninitial issue of this new poetical gift that Washington, D. C.r\nhas bestowed upon us and if it loses every month one con-\ntributor, the December issue will be up to the highest expecta-\ntions.\nThe Spotlight\nThis is a new periodical, whose Volume 1, Number 1, has-\narrived at our desk. \"Edited and owned by the people,\" it\nsays. It contains effusions against the policy of preparedness.\nWho is this \"people\"?\nAlethian\nThe general issue of this pyschic magazine contains valuable\ninformation for our poets.\n\"Those who scoff at the thought that Spirit, or spirits, respond\nto special invitation to be present at gatherings of mortals at\nspecific times and places may explain why a number of Alethian\nStudents who had never previously produced a line of verse\nhave spontaneously delivered commendable poetry at our lecture\nclasses.\"\nThe Colonnade\n\"The essence of Strindberg,\" by Harold Berman, is an inter-\nesting attempt to understand and to appreciate \"the deep-rooted\nmysticism with an original and dual outlook upon life as the\nmotives underlying the enigmatic personality of August Strind-\nberg.\"\n\"The Threefold Admonishment\" is another one of Arthur"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "500", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nSchnitzler's stories, translated from the German, by Pierre\nLoving. The efforts of Mr.. Loving to introduce to us this\neminent Viennese writer are very laudable, but he chooses\nSchnitzler's early work. Why not try to give us some of his\nbest? Those bits, full of life, and still of a rare quietness of\nwhich he has proved master?\n\nIn Our Village\nFLORENCE GOUGH and Lindsey Cooper joined the small\nshop movement in the Village and opened a costume shop\nfor the designing and creating of fancy dress costumes and mod-\nern clothes. Miss Gough is doing the designing. She has an\nunique color sense and she is proud of the wide opportunity she\nhad for expression, not only in costuming, but in spectacular\nstage setting! \"She also claims priority right to the daring color\n•combinations regarded dubiously by the Academicians before\nthe coming of Bakst.\"\nAnd daring is the interior of the shop. The floor is tomato\nred, the walls are black, yellow and turquoise, the color is\nsplashed on the walls as by the ire of genius. Of genius that\nsimply must express itself in vivid glaring colors and that\nwouldn't care to sit even in a chair or on a stool which does not\n♦carry the flaming message to its organism in repose. Therefore,\norange and lavender seating occasions.\nTwo large figures of yellow cambric, with disarranged anato-\nmies, stand in the show window, like heralds of a new sartorial\napostle.\nAnd Miss Cooper, the director of the institution, assures that\nthe faithful came from the first day, immediately after the yel-\nlow cambrics had hit their eyes. A large number of costumes,\nworn at the recent Censors Ball and the Beaux Arts' party\n■emanated from here, and the Liberal Club Ball and the Masses'\nBall will be vivid and glaring witnesses of this new shop in Our\n\"Village.\nAlice Palmer, she of the Sunflower Shop, has opened The Vil-\nlage Store and announces that its mission will be a \"Gift Shop.\"\nShe will sell odd bits of brass, china, wood, furniture and souve-\nnirs, at reasonable prices.\nA frequent visitor to the Village during the past weeks has\nbeen Joseph Louis French, the poet.. He contemplates a new\nedition of his corrected works, poems that have appeared during\nthe past twenty years in magazines and periodicals in the United\nStaees and England.\nCharles Keeler has united many of his poems in a volume that\nwill soon be published by Laurence Gomme, \"in his little shop\naround the corner.\" They are called \"Victory,\" and contain some\nof Mr. Keeler's best work.\nBernhardt Wall, the etcher, has conceived the 'idea of a series\nof preparedness pictures, to be produced as movie cartoons. He\nis hard at work at them and contemplating the acceptance of one\nof the many offers he has received from film companies."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "501", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nHeloise Haynes plans for her many friends and admirers an\ninformal dance for Saturday, the 19th, which will take place in\nher \"Wardrobe.\"\nBruno'* Garret\nA group of young Russian painters will exhibit a representa-\ntive selection of their paintings in Bruno's Garret. The exhibi-\ntion opens on Thursday, the 17th, and will last until the 25th\nof February. The poetry readings and Monday evening lectures\nhave to be interrupted on account of the fire until March the\nsth. Upon this day, the necessary restoration work will have\nbeen finished and Bruno's Garret will welcome everybody that\nwishes to attend its house-warming.\n\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n'W'IRGINIA O. MADIGAN, who was heard last week in her\n* recitation to music of Victor Sardou's \"Leah the Forsaken,*\nhas remarkable talent to interpret with her strong resonant\nvoice, the words of the author. Music and spoken word seem\nto grow to a unit which does not fail to act upon our senses.\nOur eyes and our ears are similarly attracted. Miss Madigan,\nwho just completed her eleventh year, will continue her dramatic\nstudies.\nThursday, Friday and Saturday of this week the program will\ninclude a selection of songs by Miss Sara S. Broughton, known\nas church singer and who aspires to enter upon a concert career.\nHer program includes: The Star, by Rogers; Where my Cara-\nvan Has Rested, by Lohr; The Years at the Spring, by Beach.\nMiss Lila Van Kirk will give three of her Italian illustrated\ntravellogues, \"Two Weeks in Rome,\" \"A Walk Through the\nStreets of Florence,\" and \"Naples, Pompeii, Vesuvius, Venice\n(by moonlight) and Italian Lakes.\" This series is arranged as a\ntrip through Italy, on this side of the ocean and Miss Van Kirk"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "502", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\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.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New York, N. Y.t\nOctober 14th, 1915, tinder the Act of March 3d, 1879.\n\nhas sought to make her individuality that of a purely conversa-\ntional tone of delivery, thereby tendering the atmosphere of her\nhistoric subject.\n\nToday\nG. E. M.\nTRINITY CHURCH stands at the head of Wall Street.\nFacing East, it represents God. At the foot is the East\nRiver oblivion. The Stock Exchange is between, the Temple of\nMammon; the Custom House is beside. It is the place of the\nlaw. We have here the channel and its ports. In the daytime\na human tide here ebbs and flows. At certain seasons the flow\nis well defined; on the eve of panic from Mammon to God, as\nthe herd gathers before the storm; in the panic the Street is in\nflood. Some are pushed into oblivion, but the Street remains\nfull.—Curious paradox.—In the time of plenty, the tide sets\nto the place of the law. Man is mindful of its comforts in the\nhour of fortune; Gold has its concomitants; noblesse oblige.\nIn the Temple of Mammon all is Babel. No tongue is of the\nPentecost. They cry aloud and dance to the music of their\nthroats. Then comes a hush. The place empties like a sigh.\nBut after all is said and done the trend is up and down; some\nto the churchyard, some to the river. There is rest.\nAnd old Trinity smiles down equally upon the mob and the\ndead. They are alike, incidents.\n\nSong\nO. T. M.\nCHE came like a falling star,\nSudden, and swift, and bright,\nFrom the heaven of heavens afar\nOn the wilderness of night.\nShe came like a falling star,\nFlashed by, and was no more;\nBut the wilderness where lost lovers are\nIs darker than before.\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\nNATURALLY, people who never stop to trouble about the\nTruth, object to have the Truth stop to trouble about them,\nespecially when the trouble about the Truth is: It never stops\ntheir troubles.\nThe man who needs a bracer, better brace up against the town-\npump.\nA world menace: the unteachable self-taught."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[503]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.19", "texte": "I KEEP ON MY WALLS a permanent exhibition of autographs, manuscripts\nand historical documents, and have at present an especially interesting col-\nlection of letters and original manuscripts by Abraham Lincoln, George\nWashington, Robert Louis Stevenson, Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe. These\nare the original scripts of stories, poems and documents which have made these\nmen famous. If interested, drop me a line, or better, come and see my exhibition.\nPATRICK FRANCIS MADIGAN\n561 Fifth Ave. (entrance 46th St.) New York\nrTT —a—M——MMUMMMHII—IM ■ ■TV 11 I li ■ IBM ■■■——■ l—«H lITI IT.ttfl\nAt the Sign of the Red Lamp\nFifty-three West Third Street, New York\nYou will find this old and picturesque Chop House,\nTWO DOORS EAST OF WEST BROADWAY\nWe make a specialty of Sea Food, Steak and Chops\nSAMUEL S. BROAD, Proprietor Telephone: Spring 5963\nOpen Evenings until Nine\nRARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to\nselect for themselves, or for those who have not access to the best book marts.\nWhy not begin collecting now ?\nAddress E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\n\nLIBRAIRIE FRANCAISE DEUTSCHE 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": "[504]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160219-01.1.20", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nat No.lOFifth Avenue, Greenwich Village,N.Y.C,\nGuido Bruno, Manager.\nThis Week's Performances\nMonday, 8:45 p. m.\nTuesday, 8:45 p. m.\nWednesday, 8:45 p. m.\nThursday, 8:15 p. m.\nFriday, 8:15 p. m.\nSaturday, 3:00 p. m.\nSaturday, 8:15 p. m.\nBruno Players\nBruno Players\nBruno Players\nMusicale\nMusicale\nBruno Players\nMusicale\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free.\n\nBruno Players\nwill open their season in\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre\n10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, New York City\nMonday, February 21st\nwith G. BERNARD SHAW'S\nPassion, Poison, Petrifaction!\nand AUGUST STRINDBERG'S\nMiss Julia.\nOnly 120 Seats at One Dollar Each\nTo be had at the BOX OFFICE, 10 FIFTH AVENUE, or by Mail"}]}