{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_sha256": "f346d80003488b8f8146603c180eceb0792d3409d14f1bdfc4409811e903d3cd", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Herman Sudermann", "titre_sommaire": "Herman Sudermann", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 110, "fin_caractere_exclue": 126, "texte": "Herman Sudermann"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[583]", "page_fin": "[583]", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "La Mer", "titre_sommaire": "La Mer", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[583]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 139, "fin_caractere_exclue": 575, "texte": "La Mer\nOscar Wilde\nA white mist drifts across the shrouds,\nA wild moon in this wintry sky\nGleams like an angry lion's eye\nOut of a mane of tawny clouds.\nThe muffled steersman at the wheel\nIs but a shadow in the gloom;—\nAnd in the throbbing engine room\nLeaf the long rods of polished steel.\nThe shattered storm has left its trace\nUpon this huge and heaving dome,\nFor the thin threads of yellow foam\nFloat on the waves like ravelled lace."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[583]", "page_fin": "586", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Concerning the Fashions of Our Girls", "titre_sommaire": "Concerning the Fashions of Our Girls", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[583]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 577, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2114, "texte": "Concerning the Fashions of Our Girls\n\nnpHE best of it is there are none whatever. And because\nour days represent the student days for female attires on\nthe street and in the drawing-room, and because of the many\ngood features they have in followship, we most heartily wel-\ncome the eccentricities of cut and of color.\nWhat were the women of fifty years ago, of twenty-five\nyears ago? Replicas of mode journals, strict followers of the\nrules and regulations set down by importers of fashions,\ndesigners of fashion plates, publishers of fashion periodicals\nand the latter ones mostly and greatly influenced by shop\nowners and tailoring establishments.\nOf course, the two fashion journals of yore, which not only\nimported their drawings, but even the very plates from which\ntheir illustrations were struck off, are supplanted by scores\nof mode journals. But how differnt is the spirit of the\nfashion journal of today!\nOriginality and individuality are strongly encouraged.\nThere are always people extant who have no what-\never, who wouldn't know what to do with their lives if they\ncouldn't pattern themselves after the lives of others. They,\ntoo, must be taken care of. Hence, the pages of minutious\ndescription of this or that gown for such and such occasion.\nBut the dominating spirit is that of freedom. Here is what\nsuch a woman did and here you can see how it Now\nyou know yourself, you know the color of your hair, you\nknow what colors are most becoming to your complexion—\ngo and do likewise! The abandonment of rigid, tight-fitting"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "584", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3207, "texte": "shapes made home manufacture of clothes much easier. To\ndrape the human figure, rather than to force it into a shape\nwas a great step forward on the road to complete liberation\nfrom set traditions and as law-accepted conventions.\nNever in the history of fashions could one see so many\nfundamentally differently clad women on the same street, at\nthe same time. Just take a walk on Fifth Avenue in the noon\nhour. Saleswomen, shop-girls and office employees, mingle\nwith shoppers and with idlers out to take a stroll.v A kaleid-\noscope of twentieth-centurised fashions of five past centuries.\nA lady with a long frock and a short jacket—hardly reaching\nher waistline. The jacket velvet, the hem of the frock vel-\nvet; it reminds one of the picturesque attire of the German\nburgfrau of the sixteenth century. Early empire, late empire\nand individual mixtures of both. The severe and dignified\nEnglish tailor-made and the flippant mockish two-piece com-\nbination that flutters loosely and softly around shoulders and\nlimbs and doesn't impress us at all as sewed, bur just pinned\ntogether, and half of the pins fallen out. Even the depart-\nment store patterns have a charm of colors which makes us\nforget the similarity of the many hundreds set loose on our\nstreets.\nAnd every once in a while we see a striking creature in a\nstyle of her own—striking in the real sense of the word; our\neyes. We are not flirts but we cannot help to turn around\nand to look. Brilliant vivid colors are always striking. And\nour girls here in New York seem to have waited for this word\nof liberation that permits them to follow their own tastes\nand to wear whatever make sthem attractive; makes them the\nactor using the entire world as a background.\nOf course, the Parisian is chic, she must be—she is so\nproverbially for the last four hundred years. The Viennese\ngirl is \"ein liebes Maedl,\" a dear. She has dimples in her\ncheeks, knows how to waltz and how to wear a permanent\nsmile. And of course, all the other girls of all other nations\nhave their own peculiar charms for which they are world-\nfamous. And then there is our own Western girl with her\npronounced inclination to be athletic and to carry herself in\nmanners and costume accordingly. And there is the piquant\nChicagoan.\nBut you just give me the New York girl! Bred and raised\nsomewhere in the zig-zag of avenues and streets surround-\ning the Avenue, with her quick understanding of everything\nthat is becoming to her, with her ability to acclimatize herself\nto all stations and conditions of life ,with her kindliness'\ntowards everyone with whom she is brought in contact in\neveryday life, with her unsilencable wit, and with her love\nfor rhythm and for color. She surely is the queen of all.\nIf she has money, she knows well how to shop on Fifth\navenue - And if she hasn't got it—and that's the great point\nin the life of everybody—she knows how to put herself to-\ngether so that she herself has a pleasure in her existence and\naffords us a pleasure while we look at her.\nand rats and false hair are surely a thing of the past,\nlhe hair is tied modestly in a sober knot and then it remon-\nstrating curls insist on being forelocks—of course, that is an"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "585", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3174, "texte": "entirely different thing. Walk through a department store,\nlook at the cash girls and the sales girls! Uniformity, you\nsay, imposed upon them by store regulations. All right.\nCome out in one of our parks on a Sunday afternoon, or walk\nto popular picnic grounds! There they are, real New York\ngirls. •'\nTo look at these dresses and gowns and suits makes one\nthink of old savage times. Everything seems to be handy\nas ornament or material as long as it has a feature that\npleases its owner and suits her individually. Just like our\nuncivilized forefathers! They liked a tiger skin, and hung it\naround their shotllders, they shot a strange bird with a gor-\ngeous plumage and they stuck it in their hair, they caught\ntogether with their fish, some grotesque-looking inhabitants\nof the sea. They strung them on a rope and hung it around\ntheir neck. They found a mineral which could be used as a\nbrilliant dyeing medium. Quickly they brought it into the\nweaving-room and smeared it on /the materials they were\ngoing to use for clothing.\nLook around, if you walk on our streets. Don't our New\nYork girls do the same? What would this dreary life, with\nits daily heart-set routine be if there were not glaring red\nbeads on a pale neck, hanging down over a yellow silk waist?\nIt is the lack of color and of movement that made our fore-\nfathers puritan and hypocritic. If petticoats hidden by a\nskirt can be of glaring color, why not the skirt itself? If\nlove of life and the oscillation of its mirth and its merriment\ncan be felt and voiced on the street, the hiding cloak of\nseverity and triste sobriety is unnecessary.\nMoney, station in* life, an income has nothing whatever to\ndo with the exalted feeling of happiness and of joy that we\ncould not suppress even if we wanted to. The vivid colors\nand the shining flirt of decorations our girls are using is an\nexpression of their attitude towards life. To suppress it\nwould be unnatural. It would make them hypocrites, slaves\nof social regulations. Slaves, as that good old women in\nSalem, Mass., arrested in the year of our Lord, 1675, on the\nmain street of her town because she wore in daylight, ,a glar-\ning red dress and pink beads around her neck. And only\nafter she had proved that her husband had an income of five\nhundred pounds a year, and therefore that she had a right to\nbe happy and take the joyous attitude towards life, was shew\nreleased and permitted to wear her garb in the future—pro-\nvided her husband's income should not decrease. The cru-\ncial question in this court proceedings was not—as one would\nexpect, as to whether she had honestly procured the neces-\nsary means to purchase her attire but as to whether she had\na right to express her joy of life outwardly througn the un-\nusual colors of her costume. - Because her husband, had an\nincome, she was officially granted the right to be happy and\nto manifest her happiness in colors, on the street, in daylight.\nA piece of drapery, old tapestry, all kinds of things made\nfor different uses picked up incidentally are used by our\ngirls. Look at their heads, covered with the cretonne that\nwas meant for the wall of the dining-room. Heaven knows"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "586", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1291, "texte": "where they pick up the strangely-colored material for their\nwaists and evening wraps. The lining of their jackets is as\npicturesque as the head gear of cossack-women visiting the\nannual church feast of their nearest market-place. If they\nhave not enough material for a skirt, they put three or four\ndifferent kinds in one garment, and the screaming contrast\nof colors is even harmonious if you like her well enough\nand your eyes are gradually being readjusted to the color\nschemes of our times.\nSmall and dandy shoes are no more the password of the\ngirl who is looking for footgear. They must be comfortable\nin the first place. If you sit in the subway, let your eyes\npass in review along the rows of feet. How full of character\nand individualism are they, since they are permitted to be\na part of their owner's individuality!\nThis new way of dressing makes creators out of women.\nSince they realize that nothing else matters but to appear\nattractively and to feel comfortably, they have become in-\nventors and explorers.\nAnd so there has come a new meaning to the dresses of\nour women. Not only to cover their bodies and protect\nthem aginst rain and shine do they wear their clothes; but\nas a real own, unprejudiced manifestation of their attitude\ntowards life.\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "586", "page_fin": "587", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.4", "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": 6, "page_imprimee": "586", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1293, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2519, "texte": "London Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington.\nMarch 14th, 1916.\nHTHE war draws off more and more young men. It has\nmade savage inroads on our artistic talent, and among\n]the latest recruits are Messrs. David Bomberg, whose broth-\ner has already been killed in France, and Wyndham Lewis.\nLewis is really one of our most promising men, an artist of\ncourage and intelligence—rare and holy combination. Lewis\nis almost our only painter with ideas. A Slade school stu-\ndent, he painted first in the manner of Augustus John. Then\nthe Futurists and Cubists arrested his imagination, and for\na while he became a disciple of Picasso and Picabia. But\nnearly always he has remained critical and conscious, and in\nhis recent work he has evolved to a style of his own. I men-\ntion him because he has just decorated a salon at the Tour\nEiffel restaurant in Charlotte street, which is perhaps the\nmost characteristic Bohemian restaurant in London. \"It is\nto be his last work before enlisting,\" said Stulik the proprie-\ntor to me. The Tour Eiffel is a famous place not yet discover-\ned by Suburbia and the hungry middle class. Only foreigners\nand artists and silent connoisseurs resort to it. I should"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "587", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2009, "texte": "never dream of referring to it in an English journal. It has\nremained with all the charm of its naive cuisine, its quiet and\nits Continental atmosphere for several years. May it survive\nthe war. Stulik shares with many artists memories of stu-\ndents' frolics at his house—Baby parties, annual dinners, etc.\n—but I am not writing my reminiscences.\nSpeaking of the painters, I should think the new military\nlaw will break up the London group and the new realists of\nCumberland Market.\nAn exhibition of paintings and sculpture at the Grosvenor\nGallery in Bond street is interesting for two busts of two\nvery interesting women—Miss Iris Tree and Miss Lillian\nShelley (Mrs. John P. Flanagan). Both of these women are\nwell known figures in the world of London's artistic and lit-\nerary Bohemia, and a crowd of friends and interested people\nhave been to see their \"heads modelled by Mr. Jacob Ep-\nstein.\" This sculptor has a keen sense of rather brutal sense\nof character. It is with him rather as if he delighted to\n\"knock out\" his sitters with the vigour of his psychological\npenetration. He is a realist, almost to the point of mysti-\ncism one might say. It is a case with this artist of the ideal-\nism of the Jew working in the atmosphere of English prac-\nticalness or sense of business. As a result, it produces a\npractical effect, a \"business\" result which is startling and at\nthe same time not quite English. This is nearly always the\ncase with the Jews. I do not say it in any depreciation of\nthem. Without them where would modern art be? But it\nis an observable fact. Thus in antiquity Hellenic, the Hel-\nlenic Jew of Gadara, is more Hellenic than any Greek poet;\nHeine more sentimentally German; Catulle Mendes or Bern-\nstein, more obviously Parisian.\nAt the Alpine Club Gallery there is a mingled gathering\nof Cubists, Post-Impressionists and what-nots, a weak little\nshow, rather suggestive of falling leaves or art's last roses.\nMr. Nevinson introduces a note of reality.\n\nEdward Storer."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "587", "page_fin": "588", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Sancta Simplicitas!", "titre_sommaire": "Sancta Simplicitas!", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "587", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 2011, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2763, "texte": "Sancta Simplicitas!\nby Tom Sleeper\nJ-JE was a poor man with no family and only an undevel-\noped inclination to live. Accordingly ,he rambled\naround town until run over by an omnibus. During the\ncritical period immediately following in which he hovered\nbetween life and death at the hospital under the personal\nsupervision of a gifted surgeon he suddenly saw a great light\nand in an inspired moment dedicated his hitherto fruitless\nsoul and body to the advancement of surgical knowledge.\nThe surgeon quick to grasp the possibilities of the idea re-\nconstructed him in a highly creditable manner so that he\nsoon found himself well and strong.\nExperiments in grafting happened at this time to have\ncaught the fancy of the surgical profession and forthwith"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "588", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2484, "texte": "commenced a., series of amputations and replacements on the\nwilling Jones with signal success until he walked on unre-\nlated legs, wrote with the arm of an unfortunate machinist,\nsaw with the eyes of a still more unfortunate letter carrier,\nate with the jaw of a deceased millionaire, digested his food\nwith the transferred stomach of a longshoreman, breathed\nwith fragments of several alien lungs, blushed with the result\nof various transfusions and was liberally overhauled in other\ndirections.\nFired by the success of his operations and the submissive-\nness of his subject the surgeon pressed on to more delicate\nexperiments involving the brain. Jones found himself one\nmorning in definite possession of a knowledge of French.\nHe remembered also, many experiences he had had in Paris,\na city to which he had formerly believed himself a stranger.\nIn a like manner he obtained a profound knowledge of\nastronomy and a smattering of related sciences. Once on\nrecovering from the anaesthetic he found that he could recall\nsnatches of speeches he had made while stumping the State\nfor the governorship of Ohio. Later Greek and archeologi-\ncal information came to him unsolicited and many other dis-\nassociated recollections.\nThe surgeon rubbed his hands in satisfaction and made\nfurther substitutions. Into the fold of Brocca of the uncom-\nplaining Jones was grafted odd bits of the folds of an assort-\ned population. And Jones waxed exceeding well informed.\nAs time went on Jones puzzled over his past. How could\nhe have been , with a party of astronomers in Chili when he\ndistinctly remembered that it was at this time he had been\nrun over by an omnibus in New York. What explanation\nwas there for the fact that on the day he had been presented\nthe medal of the Legion of Honor by the President of France\nfor researches in Cypress he had also been burned by a gas\nstove in a Chicago tenement. Then, too, he had distinct\nrecollection of having died in a cafe in Scranton, Pa., while\nhis common sense seemed to indicate that this was improb-\nable.\nAnd so it came to pass that one October afternoon a splen-\ndid specimen of physical manhood knocked at the door of\nmy mountain hermitage. He spoke, saying:\n''I am told that no part of myself is myself. Thab my\ngreat knowledge is not my own. ' But I have never ceased\nto live and function as myself. Now in the name of Allah\nwho I ask you am I?\nGiver of light give me knowledge wherewith to answer this\nman. r'' i; ' ' ■ ■ ."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "589", "page_fin": "589", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Verses", "titre_sommaire": "Verses", "signature_source": "Stephen Crane", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "589", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 204, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1134, "texte": "Verses\nBy Stephen Crane\nIn the Night\nGrey, heavy clouds muffled the valleys,\nAnd the peaks looked toward God, alone.\nliO Master, that movest the wind with a finger,\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.\n\"Grant that we may run swiftly across the world,\niXTo huddle in worship at Thy feet.\"\nIn the Morning\nA noise of men at work came the clear blue miles,\nAnd the little black cities were apparent.\n\"O Master, that knowest the wherefore of rain-drops,\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.\n\"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,\n\"That we may chant Thy goodness to the sun \"\nIn the Evening\nThe far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights.\n\"O Master, '\n\"Thon who knowest the value of kings and swallows,\nThou hast made us humble, idle, futile peaks.\n\"Thou only needest eternal patience;\n\"IVe how to Thy wisdom, O Lord—\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks.\"\nIn the Night\nGrey, heavy clouds muffled the valleys,\nAnd the peaks looked toward God, alone."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "589", "page_fin": "589", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Truth and Fable", "titre_sommaire": "Truth and Fable", "signature_source": "After the German of Lichtwer", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "589", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1136, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1579, "texte": "Truth and Fable\nAfter the German of Lichtwer\nTHE poets' goddess Fable, wandered once into a barbarous\ncountry, where she was assailed by a band of robbers.\nThey found her purse empty, to make up for which they\nstripped her of her clothing. And lo! when the veil which\ncovered her was removed, Truth stood before them.\nThe robbers were confounded, and humbly besought her to\nresume her garb; \"for who,\" said they, \"can bear to see Truth\nnaked?\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "590", "page_fin": "590", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "The \"Drive\" after Villa.", "titre_sommaire": "The \"Drive\" after Villa.", "signature_source": "William Marion Reedy in his St. Louis Mirror", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "590", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1601, "texte": "The \"Drive\" after Villa.\nWilliam Marion Reedy in his St. Louis Mirror.\nOUR \" drive\" into Mexico after Villa may be a more serious\nmatter than many suppose. A guerrila on his own ter-\nrain is hard to catch. The people are with him against his\npursuers. ' So the pursuit of Pancho may be a stern chase.\nMoreover, there is the possibility of Villa's being made into\na hero pressed by the hated gringoes. This might bring\nhim strong support from the forces, none too cohesive at\nbest, of the Constitutionalist First Chief. There is danger\nin Senor Carranza's meticulous punctilio on the poirit of our\ntroops occupying towns as bases or using the Mexican rail-\nroads. He insists upon extreme deference from the power\nthat has given his position whatever of stability is possesses.\nHis negotiosity\" may very well be an aid to Villa's escape\nfrom our punitive expedition and at any time the amour\npropre of his party may be offended to the point of making\ncommon cause with Villa against the foreign invaders. Such\nco-operation as the Constitutionalist government renders us\nat this juncture is perfunctory, dilatory and grudging. In\nsuch a situation it is only ordinary precaution on our part\nto increase our forces in pursuit of the man who invaded\nthis country and slaughtered a number of Americans. It is\nckllSrh business we are engaged in and there are partly\nhidden factors—possibly of European intrigue—therein that\nmay turn our trailing of Villa into another war with Mexico.\nWe cannot turn back. Therefore we must be prepared for\nwhatever may happen in the course of our going ahead."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "590", "page_fin": "590", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Specimens of a New Dictionary", "titre_sommaire": "Specimens of a New Dictionary", "signature_source": "Cat's Paw", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "590", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1603, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2381, "texte": "Specimens of a New Dictionary\nCat's Paw.\nServants—People who are fed and paid for making other\npeople uncomfortable.\nArgument—A series of positive assertions and denials, end-\ning in a quarrel.\nPublic spirit—Readiness to do anything which is likely to\nprove lucrative.\nAutomobile A machine designed to make jobs for the sur-\ngeons and coroner.\n>J°Ln^nen*: man Anybody who will' allow his name to be\nused by a quack of any kind—from a dentist to a dancing\nmaster. &\nPublic Opinion—Whatever is advanced by three newspa-\npers.\nPopularity—'The privilege of being abused and slandered.\nWit A talent for uttering old jokes with a grave face.\nMorality -Sinning with prudence and secrecy.\nRespectability—Five thousand dollars a year,\nalent Friendly relations with editors and producers."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "591", "page_fin": "592", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Chinese Letters", "titre_sommaire": "Chinese Letters", "signature_source": "Alan W. S. Lee (Wuhu, China", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "591", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2809, "texte": "Chinese Letters\nby Alan W. S. Lee (Wuhu, China)\n{Mrs. Elizabeth H. Russell, sent us a cheery letter from Old Sud-\nbury Road, IVay I and, Mass., where she is writing in the seclusion\nof this sleepy New England town.\n\"I wish I could send you the big loaf of sponge cake I have\njust made but I fear it would crumble on the route. I will no\\\nforget about the apple pie. But I do send with this some extracts\nfrom my young friends' letters from China. I have bushels more,\nand the one that I think loveliest of all I cannot put hands on at this\nmoment. The writer is an English boy of whom lam very fond.\nHe teaches French and German in a boys' school in tVuhu.\")\nTsing Ming Dzieh\nin the long grass on the slope of my garden is an\nancient coffin. It is old and weatherbeaten and the\nplanks of it are so warped and twisted that when I pass by\nI can look through the large cracks to the inner blackness\nand see the poor, dead bones, white and still. It lies at the\nfoot of a willow tree, and in summer it is covered with the\nmass of trailing green branches which hang over it like a\npall. My friends do not like graves in their gardens, and\nthink I should have the old coffin taken away.\nBut why should I disturb the dead? There is so much room\nfor us both, and I think the Willow Tree would die, for I\nknow she loves the soul of him whose bones lie in the old\ncoffin—she bends over so tenderly, and lets fall all of her\nlovely hair to protect his narrow, ruined house from the sun\nand rain.\nOn certain days a very old man used to come and burn\nincense by this grave, and sitting in the long grass beneath\nthe tree he would chant Buddist rites, but he was so old, and\nhis voice was so cracked, it was but a piteous croaking. He\nhas not been for many weeks now, and the soul of the dead\nis grieved. Often at night I hear it crying softly to itself,\nand the wind sighs in the Willow Tree. But the Tsing Ming\nDzieh (Day to Honor the Dead) will soon be here, and the\nold man will surely come then to chant his little songs to\nthe old coffin.\nToday is the Tsing Ming Dzieh. Since dawn the people\nhave passed between the rice fields and over the country\nroads. In their arms they bear gay bunches of flowers, and\nbaskets of incense. They are going to decorate the graves\nof their ancestors. This is the day when the Living bow\ndown and worship, and pay tribute to the Dead.\nBut no one has come this year to the grave on my garden\nslope. I hear the little old man died of the summer's heat,\nand now there is no one to reverence him who lies buried\nbeneath my Willow Tree.\nThe Moon is coming up behind the Pagoda on the hill.\nMany stars twinkle in the stagnant pond by the roadside.\nFireflies swing their little green lamps among the deep shad-\nows of the cedars, and crickets chirp in the long grass. Trail-"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "592", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1280, "texte": "ing along the jeweled sky the Milky Way floats like a filmy\nveil half hiding the eyes of night. The deep boom of temple\ngongs has ceased. The moon has reached her zenith. Little\nbats flit with muffled wings above the stars in the pond. The\nTsing Ming Dzieh has passed, and no one came to offer\nprayers and sacrifice by the grave on my garden slope. From\nbeneath the Wallow 1 ree comes a sound like the sobbing of\na little child. Ah, poor soul, is it then so terrible to die and\nbe forgotten?\nWhen I awoke the £ast was flushed with the coming Dawn.\nThin strands of mist hung about the cedars and floated above\nthe turquoise waters of the river. The startlings twittered\nin the rain gutters of the roof, and from the half-submerged\nfields came the familiar little songs of the rice-planters.\nThe Tsing Ming Dzieh is past, and no one came to worship\nby the ancient grave on my garden slope.\nI know the soul has gone now forever, for my Willow Tree\nis dying. The birds sing in its branches, the violets bloom\nat foot, and all about is the full, throbbing joy of Spring*,\nbut its leaves are pale, and yellow, as though Autumn had\npassed in the night. Where are they gone—those two who\nloved on my garden slope? I do not know, but I grieve be-\ncause my Willow is dying.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "592", "page_fin": "592", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Our Mausoleums", "titre_sommaire": "Our Mausoleums", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "592", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1282, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2768, "texte": "Our Mausoleums\nG. B.\nmuseums are mausoleums. Scientific explanation of\nart seems their main object. Whoever has time and the\ndesire to search and to explore the spacious halls filled with\njunk and curiosities might detect a real work of art. But who\nlikes to swallow dust even if it is historic and scientific dust?\nOur museums are not the home of the eternal. There is not\nthat spirit that makes us forget centuries and thousands of\nyears, years whose art is still living and embracing over the\nspan of time and space.\nThe fact stares us mercilessly in the face that one artist is\nsustaining hundreds of so-called artists. It is true that life\nC°Tx^if*S piece work but there is no necessity to vivisect art.\nWhatver cannot live must die. And if it is hung up for\neternity, even eternity will not call it to life.\nThe American museum is an antique shop. Antique shops\ndo not open their doors to the masses of the population. Art\nhistory and art research work have nothing whatever to do\nwith art itself. A man who paints uses as his medium the\ncanvas and his paints. He appeals to the eye. A painting is\nsomething to look at. Explanation is unnecessary\ni he works of Tolstoi or of Hauptmann must be translated\ninto English because most of the English readers are ignor-\nant of Russian and of German. To translate painting into\nlanguage is necessary only for those who cannot use their\neyes. N\nThe explanation of our paintings, the commentary to our\nworks of art is only for the blind. '"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "593", "page_fin": "594", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Spring and Poets", "titre_sommaire": "Spring and Poets", "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": "593", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2744, "texte": "In Our Village\nSpring and Poets\nQJPRING has arrived. She had an ultimate gigantic strug-\ngle on her scheduled day of advent, on the 21st. Hur-\nricanes of snow, bitterly cold, the sidewalks dangerously\nfrozen, janitors and snow shovellers busy at their unexpected\nwork—and then the sudden change. Sun and warmth and\nvictory.\nThe sparrows dared to come out from under their shelter-\ngiving eaves and happily they hopped from branch to branch\nof the old—soon to be their summer residence—trees on\nWashington Square. Their chirping mingled harmoniously\nwith the screams and shouts of the children who, for the first\ntime after months of being shut in, had come to their play-\ngrounds.\nThe windows of houses, mansions and shacks, which\npeacefully stand in a row on the South Side fulfilling their\nmission unbothered by the exciting events that mark the\nearthly life of their occupants, stood wide open, and the\nold lady, who is known for her love of flowers and plants,\nput a few of her children on the window sills in the warm,\nmid-day sun.\nAnd together with sun and birds and merry children had\ncome the poets. To the rooms of the Washington Square\nGallery, to the Art sanctum of Mr. Coady, they had followed\nthe Call of Others, those strange birds whom Alfred\nKreymborg has taken under his wings and mothered and\nfostered, and given a warm coop in his \"magazine of the\nnew verse.\"\nThey had come to kowtow before the big editress of the\nWest, before Harriet Mouroe, before her who has made\npoets who otherwise would never have been heard of, who\nbrought to the shores of America the first of the rays of\nthat Imagism and Ezra Poundism which has developed into\nour own \"free verse,\" into \"vers libre,\" that step-child among\npoets, that illegitimate offspring struggling for recognition.\nThe friendly winds of Spring had blown her east from her\nChicago seclusion.\nShe is a nice kind lady. She shook hands with about a\nhundred people who express themselves through poetry free\nand otherwise. She had profound apologies to offer to every-\none she met about that manuscript that just had to be sent\nback. She chatted with everybody, and I do believe that\nshe was not displeased with the color scheme of the sixty\nodd hats of the poetesses, blonde, brunette and gray-haired\nwhich constantly formed a dense circle around her. Clement\nWood was there and showed to his young wife his brother\npoets; and Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff looked well under\na portrait which might as well have been of Oscar Wilde\nas the somebody else that it was. But the bow of his necktie\nreminded me very much of the peculiar way in which Wilde\nused to tie his. And of course Kreymborg was sliding about\nto give a finishing touch to this group or that group while"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "594", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2922, "texte": "he smoked his cigar. It behooves one to smoke a cigar,\nbe he host to the Supreme Court of American poetry and\nhimself a member of the Bench.\nDjuna Barnes was there too. She wore a long black veil\nand a flaming red rose. She looked very Spanish.\nAnd then there were Kreymborg's satellites that are just\nmarching in the procession with an occasional ambition and\nsecret wish once to lead a procession of their own.\nI left. Three stars were shining on the dark blue firma-\nment high above the electricity glaring cross on Washington\nSquare. A few couples of Italian lovers had come out from\n\"Little Italy\" around the corner promenading around\nthe Square. The benches were filled with loungers and\ndreamers for the first time after the cold winter days. Wide\nopen stood the doors of Rossi's ice-cream establishment and\nso I strolled in and drank a slow sweetly sour lemonade,\nmeditating deeply upon the mild winds of Spring, upon the\ngreat poetess from Chicago, and upon men and women who\nwant to be poets.\nStrange things are happening in the Village. Not only\npoets convene here but all the peculiar characters one has\nthe good luck of meeting in life every once in awhile seem\nto have a rendezvous on the Square. There is, for instance,\nthat beautiful woman who takes her noon-day walk around\nthe Square. We noticed her to-day for the third time from\nour Garret window. Monday she wore a striking black\ngown, a black hat, black gloves, black handbag, and on a\nblack leash—trotting very snobbishly—a black poodle. Tues-\nday at the same hour, the same lady in a magnificent white\ngown, with white fox furs, a white fox hat, white gloves,\nwhite shoes . . . and on a white leash, very grave and very\nproud a white poodle.\nAnd to-day, just as I am writing these lines, she passes\nmy window again. She is dressed in a brown riding habit,\ntight-fitting very exclusive-looking, brown boots, brown\ngloves, a brown soft felt hat, and on a brown leash a brown,\nlong-haired Pomeranian whose ears almost sweep the ground\nas he waddles close to the skirt of his mistress.\nWhat will to-morrow bring, and what the day after to-\nmorrow? Does she ever wear pink or green, or pale blue?\nDoes she match her gowns with her dogs or her dogs with\nher gowns, I wonder? I wonder?\nFriday afternoon the 7th of April at three o'clock D.\nMolby, known to the readers of this magazine from his\n\"Musings\" will give an informal reading from his \"Hippo-\npotamus Tails,\" \"Rats' Ears and Cats' Eyes\" and such musings\nas remain yet unpublished. You are invited to attend this\nreading, admission free of charge, at Bruno's Garret, 58\nWashington Square.\nThe cartoons of Steinlen chronologically arranged as they\nappeared in \"Gil Bias\" sixty-eight of the best he ever did,\nwill remain on the walls of the Garret until April the tenth.\nSaturday afternoon and Monday evening are reserved, as\nbefore, the fire, for the purpose of keeping \"open house.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "595", "page_fin": "596", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.13", "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": 15, "page_imprimee": "595", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2733, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\n[N an old volume of poetry by Dr. W. Dodd, written in\nprison, shortly before his death, 1777, is an interesting\nparagraph, which throws a curious sidelight upon the posi-\ntion of newspaper-editors and newspaper men at large. Dodd\nwas Chaplain to King George 111 of England, but in a fatal\nmoment committed the crime of forgery, for which he was\ntried, convicted and hung, in June 1777. Poems he wrote\nduring his imprisonment together with the brief of the\nprosecuting Crown attorney fell recently into my hands, with\na lot of religious publications. Here is the condemning ar-\ngument of the prosecuting Crown attorney.\n\"Though encumbered with debts, he might still have re-\ntrieved his circumstances if not his character, had he attended\nto the lessons of prudence but his extravagance continued\nundiminished, and drove him to schemes which overwhelmed\nhim with additional infamy. HE DESCENDED SO LOW\nAS TO BECOME THE EDITOR OF A NEWSPAPER,\nand is said to have attempted to disengage himself from his\ndebts by a commission of bankruptcy, in which he failed.\nFrom this period every step led to complete his ruin. In\nthe summer of 1776 he went to Paris, and, with little regard\nto decency, paraded in a phantom at the races on the plains\nof Sablons, dressed in all the froppery of the kingdom in\nwhich he then resided. He returned to England about the\nbeginning of the Winter, and continued to exercise the duties\nof his function, particularly at the Magdalen chapel, where\nhe still was heard with approbation, and where his last sermon\nwas preached, February 2, 1777, two days only before he\nsigned «the fatal instrument which brought him to an ignom-\ninous end.\"\nViolet Leigh, of Eau Claire\nShe surely must be a poetess, and even if you should dis-\nagree as to giving her this title after reading her \"Little\nBook of Verses,\" published by the Fremad Publishing Com-\npany of Eau Claire, \\Visconsin, you would have to recognize\nin her the poetical spirit which prompted the pale blue satin\ncover of her book, tied with a darling bow of pink. Violet\nClara Tice and she wrote a nice poem to Clara which\nwill appear in the near future on these pages.\nBull\nVol. 1, No. 1 of this monthly, is about the first satirical\npaper published during the last twenty-five years in the\nUnited States that really contains satire in words and pic-\ntuxes. The title-page alone is worth its purchasing* price\nThere is a spirit of truthful daring through its pages Its\ncartoons mean something, and its jokes are bitter jokes\nwhich you also could call the real life confronting us step by\nstep every day. The name of its editor is not stated but it\nis worth one s while to look at it. Get it on the newstands."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "596", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1034, "texte": "The Hesperian\nThe current issue of this interesting quarterly magazine,\ncontains a very good portrait of Charlotte Bronte accom-\npanied by an article which is worth while reading. It is\ngood miscellany that Alexander N. De Menil, editor and\npublisher, brings on its pages.\nThe Miscellany\nW. G. Blaikie-Murdoch, the art historian, who came to the\nshores of America a few months ago in a rather spectacular\nway, being one of the passengers of a torpedoed steamer,\nis represented in this quarterly magazine by an excellent ac-\ncount of the relationship of Litography and Whistler. It\nis very deplorable that the magazine who publishes an article\nsuch as this and which is supposed to be devoted to the\nbook beautiful and book plates, should also devote its pages\nto articles on military duty and unpreparedness as it does\nin the March issue. Those things are vital enough for news-\npapers and the average run of periodicals but surely have\nnothing to do with beautifully bound books, with book plates\nand with autographs."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "596", "page_fin": "597", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Book-Plate Notes.", "titre_sommaire": "Book-Plate Notes.", "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": "596", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1036, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1373, "texte": "Book-Plate Notes.\nMiss Flora King, of Mt. Vernon, Ind., is undoubtedly the\nproprietress of one of the very remarkable book-plates in\nAmerica. Master Timothy Cole, America's wood-engraver,\nis designing a book-plate for Miss King. There are only\nvery few book-plates designed by Mr. Cole extant, all owned\nby very distinguished personages."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "597", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 606, "texte": "The California Book-plate Society has announced a com-\npetition, open to art students in California, for a book-plate\ndesign suitable for use in the Society's library. Two prizes\nof $10.00 and $5.00 are offered. Designs are to be exhibited\nat the May meeting of the Society, and a committee of ar-\ntists will then award the prizes. While the competition was\nundertaken primarily to increase interest in the book-plate\nproblems among the art students of the State, it is hoped\nthat some of the designs submitted will be worthy of repro-\nduction and continued use."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "597", "page_fin": "598", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "The Last of the War Correspondents.", "titre_sommaire": "The Last of the War Correspondents.", "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": "597", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 608, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2790, "texte": "The Last of the War Correspondents.\n\"Ach! Never this upstart general will tell me numbers of\nmen while I have eyesight. No matter how many times they\nare marched through the city, it does not increase the num-\nber. Let us go up on La Cilia and look down on the army\nof the northeast.\nWe ride up. Von Kriegelstein points to the dust clouds\ndown on the roads. \"Now I will show you something. The\nhigh br6ken clouds are artillery. There are eighteen guns.\nYou cannot see them but the dust does not lie'. There are\neleven thousand men—maybe a few hundred more—and\nabout two thousand are mounted. The thin, even dust rising\nhigh is cavalry, the low thick dust is infantry. It is a good\narmy, but not what General Gonzales said to us. You will\nlook along this paper here where I have drawn the line in\nangles. The distance is about five thousand meters. The\nrest is mathematics. After some years you will be able to\ntell to perhaps fifty men how many are on a road.\"\nIt is Saltillo a few days later. The warrant for our arrest\nis out and we are to die as spies. Beinhacker has not suc-\ncumed to the registry of character. Beinhacker has lived\ntwo years on the East Side of New York where charcter is\noften registered. From the cuartel we have escaped to the\nEnglish consulate. John R. Silliman, the agent of our stern\ngovernment, is there, too. There is a large lump of-dynamite\nunder Silliman's house. Not even grape juice will remove it.\nI appeal to Silliman for protection and probably from excite-\nsee anything comical in it. I said Silliman was\nliving at the British consulate, because . The door is\nbarred and McMillian, the British consul—Kingdom of Great\nBritain and Ireland—will do the best he can.\nA few minutes later in response to inquiries after our\nhealth: \"Tell Major Elizondo to make a good job of it. You\ncan't rush it from the street. Tell him to go up on the moun-\ntain and shell the consulate.\" It is the baron who speaks.\nNight goes on and we are up. The baron is jocular. \"I tell\nyou Logue, this is great. You will be famous. I shall take\nyour picture if they shoot you first. You must grant me that\nrequest.\"\nTragedy is funny. No one clutches the brow and says \"Me-"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "598", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 314, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2780, "texte": "o-udd'\" We shake hands at once, firmly beliveing there is\nInly the morning for the shelling. Nobody says 'Good bye\nold pal, and if we meet again in a better world-—. Von\nKriegelstein is a Catholic and so am I. He is not beyond ad-\nmitting it for fear it may not be smart. So we say a 112\nprayers and make an act of contrition. I don t be\nneeded it half as much as I. His life was clean, good where\nit could be otherwise with nobody to tell. Perhaps a test g\ntoComes morning. I call General Gonzales on the phone\nHe cannot reply to me in English. I must use lame Sp;amsh.\nHe will investigate, but he does not understand English. He\nhas been a traveling salesman in the United States for four\nyears and he knows I know it. Very unfavorable outlook.\nSilliman pleads for us. Across the street is a graduate ban-\ndit, General Francisco Coss. He has a mansion now. He\ntook it one day in one minute. The baron has a little inside\ntrack. Coss dislikes Gonzolas. Coss has five thousand men\nin Saltillo. \"We can put up a better fight with Cosses men\nthan alone,\" suggests von Kriegelstein. We chance to call on\nCoss. There is a cow carcass on the mansion entrance.\nPeople must eat. None of the carcass is in the reception\nroom where Coss greets us. The liberator will fir+st.Pose\na picture seeing the baron's camera He poses thirty min-\nutes with a shrapnel shell under each arm. Thank these\nors very much for putting his pictures in all papers in the\nUnited States and Europe and Asia. Touching matter\nof General Gonzales he does not like to see Gonzales troops\non the street near his quarters anyway. Yes, he will bear us\nin mind and we will surely go with him when he starts down\nto free the people. .\nGonzales leaves and so dowwine—in another direction, on a\nmail car that is going over to Villa Carranza does not know\nif neither does Gonnzales. Only the engineers and the Villa\nagents who uncouple several rear cars containing troops\n\"\"We enter the desert on our way to Torreon. He tests his\nmoustache. . „ r .. „\n\"How dry the hair gets, is all von Kriegelstein says, tor a\ntime after we are well under way. \"It is so it gets brittle, as\none's hair in the desert of Gobi, which is you know, just be-\nfore Manchuria.\" He talks and most books become nonsense\nin comparison. He has in his baggage two volumes of Kip-\nling and one of O. Henry. He likes them both This is fair\npraise, because he has written twelve novels himself which\nhave the largest circulation in Austria."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[599]", "page_fin": "[599]", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[599]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1563, "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nKxtm Oluitntoi Books. Iwrtjr Prtattd Book*. Imihitlii\nBooks for OhrtatBM Olfto\n'Purchased ilntl/ or la sets for people who have neither time Mr appov*\n(unity to select tar themaelves, or for those who hare sot socess to the\nSeat book marts. Why not begin collecting aowT\nAddress, £. V.v Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nThe Candlestick Tea Room\nTHE CANDLESTICK TEA ROOM has arranged space far\nDancing every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday night from\neight to slsven. Good Music and Fins Floor. Patrons af the\nTea Room welcome.\n17 WEST STH STREET TEL. STU YVES ANT\nFor Houses, Apartments or Rooms, See\nPEPE & BRO.\nREAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. Washington Square\nTalaphona 4119 Spring Cor. of MacDoufal Street\nf Being a book\nI N W H I C H\n%ut say just what we think. Published every month bf Norman-Bel\nCeddes at 756 Second Avenue in Detroit, Michigan. It is m little\nbook uniquely illustrated, ff rite for sample copy.\nA Proposed Revival of\nVALENTINE'S MANUAL\nTh«r« was bat am DavM T. Yalsotlas. Thsrs will asm la aaetbar. Ida awt wa\ncaa kapa far to a rsaalssaaas af that spirit which, aster bis Istlsa aara, trass*\nfararf his Nasaato frau a amy riser* af tfally svsats lata a rspasltary af sash\nfaseiaatla« aasstets sad hlstarisat shara as ta ba farsvsr s tellfht ta tha aatl-\nMarias uU tha law af SM Saw Yarb.\nIf isterastetf li this prsjsst writs far partisalars ts Raary Catllss Sraws, 15\nEast 40th Strsst, S. Y. City, Sssrstary Sscisty af SI* Maw Yarbars.\nSCHMITT'S\nBAKERY and LUNCH ROOM\n80 SIXTH AVENUE\nBelow Eighth Streat NEW YORK"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[600]", "page_fin": "[600]", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[600]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 448, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nAt No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N. Y. C.\nGuido Bruno* Manager\nThis Week's Performances\nMonday, 1:40 p. m. Bruno Players\nTuesday, Ittf p. m. Bruno Players\nWednesday, 8:4f p. m. Bruno Players\nThursday, l:4S p. n. Bruno Players\nFridoy, 1:41 p. mu Musical*\nSaturday, 1:00 p. m. Bruno Players\nSaturday, 8:10 p. m. Musicals\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[600]", "page_fin": "[600]", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[600]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 450, "fin_caractere_exclue": 657, "texte": "I BUY BOOKS\nSingle volumes, small lots* and libraries; autograph\nletters of known literary men and artists, drawings,\npictures and engravings. Address\nCOLLECTOR,\" Care of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq<\nit"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-01-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[600]", "page_fin": "[600]", "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=bmtnaaq19160401-01.2.19", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[600]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 659, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1056, "texte": "There can be no pleasanter place to hear\nthat remarkable Edison Record\nx\nNumber (82536) than\nThe Diamond Disc Shop\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmos-\nphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been\nsacrificed on the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring job, with our\ncompliments, an interesting little\nPhone: Stuyresant 4570 biography of Mr. Thos. A. Edison"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents April Ist, 1916\nW. and O.\n\nHerman Sudermann"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[582]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright April lit. 1916. Original matter, including alt\ndrawing*, may not be reproduced without peraiwon of Guido\nBruno; but that penniwoa may be aMumed if credit » given to\n•nther and Bruno'* Weekly.\nCHARLES EDISON'S LITTLE THIMBLE THEATRE\nAT NO. TEH FIFTH AVENUE, GREENWICH VILLAGE, MY.C,\nTHE STATE FORBIDS!\nBy SADA COWEN\nand\nTHE STRONGER\nBy AUGUST STRINDBERG\nODIDO BRUNO, Mmhik LANGDON QSXET, Direst*\nEVERY MONDAY, TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY,\n•t a4A P.M. and SATURDAY at » o'olook.\nONLY 100 SEATS. AT ONE DOLLAR EACH\nomcs, to FIFTH AVIUM,\nReaders of Bruno's Weekly\nare asked to become\nSubscribers\n52 ISSUES FOR TWO DOLLARS"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[583]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 14.\nAPRIL 1st, MCMXVI.\nVol. II.\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nLa Mer\nOscar Wilde\nA white mist drifts across the shrouds,\nA wild moon in this wintry sky\nGleams like an angry lion's eye\nOut of a mane of tawny clouds.\nThe muffled steersman at the wheel\nIs but a shadow in the gloom;—\nAnd in the throbbing engine room\nLeaf the long rods of polished steel.\nThe shattered storm has left its trace\nUpon this huge and heaving dome,\nFor the thin threads of yellow foam\nFloat on the waves like ravelled lace.\n\nConcerning the Fashions of Our Girls\n\nnpHE best of it is there are none whatever. And because\nour days represent the student days for female attires on\nthe street and in the drawing-room, and because of the many\ngood features they have in followship, we most heartily wel-\ncome the eccentricities of cut and of color.\nWhat were the women of fifty years ago, of twenty-five\nyears ago? Replicas of mode journals, strict followers of the\nrules and regulations set down by importers of fashions,\ndesigners of fashion plates, publishers of fashion periodicals\nand the latter ones mostly and greatly influenced by shop\nowners and tailoring establishments.\nOf course, the two fashion journals of yore, which not only\nimported their drawings, but even the very plates from which\ntheir illustrations were struck off, are supplanted by scores\nof mode journals. But how differnt is the spirit of the\nfashion journal of today!\nOriginality and individuality are strongly encouraged.\nThere are always people extant who have no what-\never, who wouldn't know what to do with their lives if they\ncouldn't pattern themselves after the lives of others. They,\ntoo, must be taken care of. Hence, the pages of minutious\ndescription of this or that gown for such and such occasion.\nBut the dominating spirit is that of freedom. Here is what\nsuch a woman did and here you can see how it Now\nyou know yourself, you know the color of your hair, you\nknow what colors are most becoming to your complexion—\ngo and do likewise! The abandonment of rigid, tight-fitting"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "584", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nshapes made home manufacture of clothes much easier. To\ndrape the human figure, rather than to force it into a shape\nwas a great step forward on the road to complete liberation\nfrom set traditions and as law-accepted conventions.\nNever in the history of fashions could one see so many\nfundamentally differently clad women on the same street, at\nthe same time. Just take a walk on Fifth Avenue in the noon\nhour. Saleswomen, shop-girls and office employees, mingle\nwith shoppers and with idlers out to take a stroll.v A kaleid-\noscope of twentieth-centurised fashions of five past centuries.\nA lady with a long frock and a short jacket—hardly reaching\nher waistline. The jacket velvet, the hem of the frock vel-\nvet; it reminds one of the picturesque attire of the German\nburgfrau of the sixteenth century. Early empire, late empire\nand individual mixtures of both. The severe and dignified\nEnglish tailor-made and the flippant mockish two-piece com-\nbination that flutters loosely and softly around shoulders and\nlimbs and doesn't impress us at all as sewed, bur just pinned\ntogether, and half of the pins fallen out. Even the depart-\nment store patterns have a charm of colors which makes us\nforget the similarity of the many hundreds set loose on our\nstreets.\nAnd every once in a while we see a striking creature in a\nstyle of her own—striking in the real sense of the word; our\neyes. We are not flirts but we cannot help to turn around\nand to look. Brilliant vivid colors are always striking. And\nour girls here in New York seem to have waited for this word\nof liberation that permits them to follow their own tastes\nand to wear whatever make sthem attractive; makes them the\nactor using the entire world as a background.\nOf course, the Parisian is chic, she must be—she is so\nproverbially for the last four hundred years. The Viennese\ngirl is \"ein liebes Maedl,\" a dear. She has dimples in her\ncheeks, knows how to waltz and how to wear a permanent\nsmile. And of course, all the other girls of all other nations\nhave their own peculiar charms for which they are world-\nfamous. And then there is our own Western girl with her\npronounced inclination to be athletic and to carry herself in\nmanners and costume accordingly. And there is the piquant\nChicagoan.\nBut you just give me the New York girl! Bred and raised\nsomewhere in the zig-zag of avenues and streets surround-\ning the Avenue, with her quick understanding of everything\nthat is becoming to her, with her ability to acclimatize herself\nto all stations and conditions of life ,with her kindliness'\ntowards everyone with whom she is brought in contact in\neveryday life, with her unsilencable wit, and with her love\nfor rhythm and for color. She surely is the queen of all.\nIf she has money, she knows well how to shop on Fifth\navenue - And if she hasn't got it—and that's the great point\nin the life of everybody—she knows how to put herself to-\ngether so that she herself has a pleasure in her existence and\naffords us a pleasure while we look at her.\nand rats and false hair are surely a thing of the past,\nlhe hair is tied modestly in a sober knot and then it remon-\nstrating curls insist on being forelocks—of course, that is an"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "585", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nentirely different thing. Walk through a department store,\nlook at the cash girls and the sales girls! Uniformity, you\nsay, imposed upon them by store regulations. All right.\nCome out in one of our parks on a Sunday afternoon, or walk\nto popular picnic grounds! There they are, real New York\ngirls. •'\nTo look at these dresses and gowns and suits makes one\nthink of old savage times. Everything seems to be handy\nas ornament or material as long as it has a feature that\npleases its owner and suits her individually. Just like our\nuncivilized forefathers! They liked a tiger skin, and hung it\naround their shotllders, they shot a strange bird with a gor-\ngeous plumage and they stuck it in their hair, they caught\ntogether with their fish, some grotesque-looking inhabitants\nof the sea. They strung them on a rope and hung it around\ntheir neck. They found a mineral which could be used as a\nbrilliant dyeing medium. Quickly they brought it into the\nweaving-room and smeared it on /the materials they were\ngoing to use for clothing.\nLook around, if you walk on our streets. Don't our New\nYork girls do the same? What would this dreary life, with\nits daily heart-set routine be if there were not glaring red\nbeads on a pale neck, hanging down over a yellow silk waist?\nIt is the lack of color and of movement that made our fore-\nfathers puritan and hypocritic. If petticoats hidden by a\nskirt can be of glaring color, why not the skirt itself? If\nlove of life and the oscillation of its mirth and its merriment\ncan be felt and voiced on the street, the hiding cloak of\nseverity and triste sobriety is unnecessary.\nMoney, station in* life, an income has nothing whatever to\ndo with the exalted feeling of happiness and of joy that we\ncould not suppress even if we wanted to. The vivid colors\nand the shining flirt of decorations our girls are using is an\nexpression of their attitude towards life. To suppress it\nwould be unnatural. It would make them hypocrites, slaves\nof social regulations. Slaves, as that good old women in\nSalem, Mass., arrested in the year of our Lord, 1675, on the\nmain street of her town because she wore in daylight, ,a glar-\ning red dress and pink beads around her neck. And only\nafter she had proved that her husband had an income of five\nhundred pounds a year, and therefore that she had a right to\nbe happy and take the joyous attitude towards life, was shew\nreleased and permitted to wear her garb in the future—pro-\nvided her husband's income should not decrease. The cru-\ncial question in this court proceedings was not—as one would\nexpect, as to whether she had honestly procured the neces-\nsary means to purchase her attire but as to whether she had\na right to express her joy of life outwardly througn the un-\nusual colors of her costume. - Because her husband, had an\nincome, she was officially granted the right to be happy and\nto manifest her happiness in colors, on the street, in daylight.\nA piece of drapery, old tapestry, all kinds of things made\nfor different uses picked up incidentally are used by our\ngirls. Look at their heads, covered with the cretonne that\nwas meant for the wall of the dining-room. Heaven knows"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "586", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwhere they pick up the strangely-colored material for their\nwaists and evening wraps. The lining of their jackets is as\npicturesque as the head gear of cossack-women visiting the\nannual church feast of their nearest market-place. If they\nhave not enough material for a skirt, they put three or four\ndifferent kinds in one garment, and the screaming contrast\nof colors is even harmonious if you like her well enough\nand your eyes are gradually being readjusted to the color\nschemes of our times.\nSmall and dandy shoes are no more the password of the\ngirl who is looking for footgear. They must be comfortable\nin the first place. If you sit in the subway, let your eyes\npass in review along the rows of feet. How full of character\nand individualism are they, since they are permitted to be\na part of their owner's individuality!\nThis new way of dressing makes creators out of women.\nSince they realize that nothing else matters but to appear\nattractively and to feel comfortably, they have become in-\nventors and explorers.\nAnd so there has come a new meaning to the dresses of\nour women. Not only to cover their bodies and protect\nthem aginst rain and shine do they wear their clothes; but\nas a real own, unprejudiced manifestation of their attitude\ntowards life.\n\nGuido Bruno\n\nLondon Letter\n\nLondon Office of BRUNO'S WEEKLY,\n18 St. Charles Square, New Kensington.\nMarch 14th, 1916.\nHTHE war draws off more and more young men. It has\nmade savage inroads on our artistic talent, and among\n]the latest recruits are Messrs. David Bomberg, whose broth-\ner has already been killed in France, and Wyndham Lewis.\nLewis is really one of our most promising men, an artist of\ncourage and intelligence—rare and holy combination. Lewis\nis almost our only painter with ideas. A Slade school stu-\ndent, he painted first in the manner of Augustus John. Then\nthe Futurists and Cubists arrested his imagination, and for\na while he became a disciple of Picasso and Picabia. But\nnearly always he has remained critical and conscious, and in\nhis recent work he has evolved to a style of his own. I men-\ntion him because he has just decorated a salon at the Tour\nEiffel restaurant in Charlotte street, which is perhaps the\nmost characteristic Bohemian restaurant in London. \"It is\nto be his last work before enlisting,\" said Stulik the proprie-\ntor to me. The Tour Eiffel is a famous place not yet discover-\ned by Suburbia and the hungry middle class. Only foreigners\nand artists and silent connoisseurs resort to it. I should"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "587", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nnever dream of referring to it in an English journal. It has\nremained with all the charm of its naive cuisine, its quiet and\nits Continental atmosphere for several years. May it survive\nthe war. Stulik shares with many artists memories of stu-\ndents' frolics at his house—Baby parties, annual dinners, etc.\n—but I am not writing my reminiscences.\nSpeaking of the painters, I should think the new military\nlaw will break up the London group and the new realists of\nCumberland Market.\nAn exhibition of paintings and sculpture at the Grosvenor\nGallery in Bond street is interesting for two busts of two\nvery interesting women—Miss Iris Tree and Miss Lillian\nShelley (Mrs. John P. Flanagan). Both of these women are\nwell known figures in the world of London's artistic and lit-\nerary Bohemia, and a crowd of friends and interested people\nhave been to see their \"heads modelled by Mr. Jacob Ep-\nstein.\" This sculptor has a keen sense of rather brutal sense\nof character. It is with him rather as if he delighted to\n\"knock out\" his sitters with the vigour of his psychological\npenetration. He is a realist, almost to the point of mysti-\ncism one might say. It is a case with this artist of the ideal-\nism of the Jew working in the atmosphere of English prac-\nticalness or sense of business. As a result, it produces a\npractical effect, a \"business\" result which is startling and at\nthe same time not quite English. This is nearly always the\ncase with the Jews. I do not say it in any depreciation of\nthem. Without them where would modern art be? But it\nis an observable fact. Thus in antiquity Hellenic, the Hel-\nlenic Jew of Gadara, is more Hellenic than any Greek poet;\nHeine more sentimentally German; Catulle Mendes or Bern-\nstein, more obviously Parisian.\nAt the Alpine Club Gallery there is a mingled gathering\nof Cubists, Post-Impressionists and what-nots, a weak little\nshow, rather suggestive of falling leaves or art's last roses.\nMr. Nevinson introduces a note of reality.\n\nEdward Storer.\n\nSancta Simplicitas!\nby Tom Sleeper\nJ-JE was a poor man with no family and only an undevel-\noped inclination to live. Accordingly ,he rambled\naround town until run over by an omnibus. During the\ncritical period immediately following in which he hovered\nbetween life and death at the hospital under the personal\nsupervision of a gifted surgeon he suddenly saw a great light\nand in an inspired moment dedicated his hitherto fruitless\nsoul and body to the advancement of surgical knowledge.\nThe surgeon quick to grasp the possibilities of the idea re-\nconstructed him in a highly creditable manner so that he\nsoon found himself well and strong.\nExperiments in grafting happened at this time to have\ncaught the fancy of the surgical profession and forthwith"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "588", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncommenced a., series of amputations and replacements on the\nwilling Jones with signal success until he walked on unre-\nlated legs, wrote with the arm of an unfortunate machinist,\nsaw with the eyes of a still more unfortunate letter carrier,\nate with the jaw of a deceased millionaire, digested his food\nwith the transferred stomach of a longshoreman, breathed\nwith fragments of several alien lungs, blushed with the result\nof various transfusions and was liberally overhauled in other\ndirections.\nFired by the success of his operations and the submissive-\nness of his subject the surgeon pressed on to more delicate\nexperiments involving the brain. Jones found himself one\nmorning in definite possession of a knowledge of French.\nHe remembered also, many experiences he had had in Paris,\na city to which he had formerly believed himself a stranger.\nIn a like manner he obtained a profound knowledge of\nastronomy and a smattering of related sciences. Once on\nrecovering from the anaesthetic he found that he could recall\nsnatches of speeches he had made while stumping the State\nfor the governorship of Ohio. Later Greek and archeologi-\ncal information came to him unsolicited and many other dis-\nassociated recollections.\nThe surgeon rubbed his hands in satisfaction and made\nfurther substitutions. Into the fold of Brocca of the uncom-\nplaining Jones was grafted odd bits of the folds of an assort-\ned population. And Jones waxed exceeding well informed.\nAs time went on Jones puzzled over his past. How could\nhe have been , with a party of astronomers in Chili when he\ndistinctly remembered that it was at this time he had been\nrun over by an omnibus in New York. What explanation\nwas there for the fact that on the day he had been presented\nthe medal of the Legion of Honor by the President of France\nfor researches in Cypress he had also been burned by a gas\nstove in a Chicago tenement. Then, too, he had distinct\nrecollection of having died in a cafe in Scranton, Pa., while\nhis common sense seemed to indicate that this was improb-\nable.\nAnd so it came to pass that one October afternoon a splen-\ndid specimen of physical manhood knocked at the door of\nmy mountain hermitage. He spoke, saying:\n''I am told that no part of myself is myself. Thab my\ngreat knowledge is not my own. ' But I have never ceased\nto live and function as myself. Now in the name of Allah\nwho I ask you am I?\nGiver of light give me knowledge wherewith to answer this\nman. r'' i; ' ' ■ ■ ."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "589", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nA HINT FOR THE NATIONAL ACADEMY OF DE-\nSIGN—A singular custom prevailed in the city of ancient\nThebes, which was, that the painter who exhibited the worst\npicture was subjected to a fine.\n\nVerses\nBy Stephen Crane\nIn the Night\nGrey, heavy clouds muffled the valleys,\nAnd the peaks looked toward God, alone.\nliO Master, that movest the wind with a finger,\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.\n\"Grant that we may run swiftly across the world,\niXTo huddle in worship at Thy feet.\"\nIn the Morning\nA noise of men at work came the clear blue miles,\nAnd the little black cities were apparent.\n\"O Master, that knowest the wherefore of rain-drops,\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.\n\"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,\n\"That we may chant Thy goodness to the sun \"\nIn the Evening\nThe far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights.\n\"O Master, '\n\"Thon who knowest the value of kings and swallows,\nThou hast made us humble, idle, futile peaks.\n\"Thou only needest eternal patience;\n\"IVe how to Thy wisdom, O Lord—\n\"Humble, idle, futile peaks.\"\nIn the Night\nGrey, heavy clouds muffled the valleys,\nAnd the peaks looked toward God, alone.\n\nTruth and Fable\nAfter the German of Lichtwer\nTHE poets' goddess Fable, wandered once into a barbarous\ncountry, where she was assailed by a band of robbers.\nThey found her purse empty, to make up for which they\nstripped her of her clothing. And lo! when the veil which\ncovered her was removed, Truth stood before them.\nThe robbers were confounded, and humbly besought her to\nresume her garb; \"for who,\" said they, \"can bear to see Truth\nnaked?\""}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "590", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe \"Drive\" after Villa.\nWilliam Marion Reedy in his St. Louis Mirror.\nOUR \" drive\" into Mexico after Villa may be a more serious\nmatter than many suppose. A guerrila on his own ter-\nrain is hard to catch. The people are with him against his\npursuers. ' So the pursuit of Pancho may be a stern chase.\nMoreover, there is the possibility of Villa's being made into\na hero pressed by the hated gringoes. This might bring\nhim strong support from the forces, none too cohesive at\nbest, of the Constitutionalist First Chief. There is danger\nin Senor Carranza's meticulous punctilio on the poirit of our\ntroops occupying towns as bases or using the Mexican rail-\nroads. He insists upon extreme deference from the power\nthat has given his position whatever of stability is possesses.\nHis negotiosity\" may very well be an aid to Villa's escape\nfrom our punitive expedition and at any time the amour\npropre of his party may be offended to the point of making\ncommon cause with Villa against the foreign invaders. Such\nco-operation as the Constitutionalist government renders us\nat this juncture is perfunctory, dilatory and grudging. In\nsuch a situation it is only ordinary precaution on our part\nto increase our forces in pursuit of the man who invaded\nthis country and slaughtered a number of Americans. It is\nckllSrh business we are engaged in and there are partly\nhidden factors—possibly of European intrigue—therein that\nmay turn our trailing of Villa into another war with Mexico.\nWe cannot turn back. Therefore we must be prepared for\nwhatever may happen in the course of our going ahead.\n\nSpecimens of a New Dictionary\nCat's Paw.\nServants—People who are fed and paid for making other\npeople uncomfortable.\nArgument—A series of positive assertions and denials, end-\ning in a quarrel.\nPublic spirit—Readiness to do anything which is likely to\nprove lucrative.\nAutomobile A machine designed to make jobs for the sur-\ngeons and coroner.\n>J°Ln^nen*: man Anybody who will' allow his name to be\nused by a quack of any kind—from a dentist to a dancing\nmaster. &\nPublic Opinion—Whatever is advanced by three newspa-\npers.\nPopularity—'The privilege of being abused and slandered.\nWit A talent for uttering old jokes with a grave face.\nMorality -Sinning with prudence and secrecy.\nRespectability—Five thousand dollars a year,\nalent Friendly relations with editors and producers."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "591", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nChinese Letters\nby Alan W. S. Lee (Wuhu, China)\n{Mrs. Elizabeth H. Russell, sent us a cheery letter from Old Sud-\nbury Road, IVay I and, Mass., where she is writing in the seclusion\nof this sleepy New England town.\n\"I wish I could send you the big loaf of sponge cake I have\njust made but I fear it would crumble on the route. I will no\\\nforget about the apple pie. But I do send with this some extracts\nfrom my young friends' letters from China. I have bushels more,\nand the one that I think loveliest of all I cannot put hands on at this\nmoment. The writer is an English boy of whom lam very fond.\nHe teaches French and German in a boys' school in tVuhu.\")\nTsing Ming Dzieh\nin the long grass on the slope of my garden is an\nancient coffin. It is old and weatherbeaten and the\nplanks of it are so warped and twisted that when I pass by\nI can look through the large cracks to the inner blackness\nand see the poor, dead bones, white and still. It lies at the\nfoot of a willow tree, and in summer it is covered with the\nmass of trailing green branches which hang over it like a\npall. My friends do not like graves in their gardens, and\nthink I should have the old coffin taken away.\nBut why should I disturb the dead? There is so much room\nfor us both, and I think the Willow Tree would die, for I\nknow she loves the soul of him whose bones lie in the old\ncoffin—she bends over so tenderly, and lets fall all of her\nlovely hair to protect his narrow, ruined house from the sun\nand rain.\nOn certain days a very old man used to come and burn\nincense by this grave, and sitting in the long grass beneath\nthe tree he would chant Buddist rites, but he was so old, and\nhis voice was so cracked, it was but a piteous croaking. He\nhas not been for many weeks now, and the soul of the dead\nis grieved. Often at night I hear it crying softly to itself,\nand the wind sighs in the Willow Tree. But the Tsing Ming\nDzieh (Day to Honor the Dead) will soon be here, and the\nold man will surely come then to chant his little songs to\nthe old coffin.\nToday is the Tsing Ming Dzieh. Since dawn the people\nhave passed between the rice fields and over the country\nroads. In their arms they bear gay bunches of flowers, and\nbaskets of incense. They are going to decorate the graves\nof their ancestors. This is the day when the Living bow\ndown and worship, and pay tribute to the Dead.\nBut no one has come this year to the grave on my garden\nslope. I hear the little old man died of the summer's heat,\nand now there is no one to reverence him who lies buried\nbeneath my Willow Tree.\nThe Moon is coming up behind the Pagoda on the hill.\nMany stars twinkle in the stagnant pond by the roadside.\nFireflies swing their little green lamps among the deep shad-\nows of the cedars, and crickets chirp in the long grass. Trail-"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "592", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ning along the jeweled sky the Milky Way floats like a filmy\nveil half hiding the eyes of night. The deep boom of temple\ngongs has ceased. The moon has reached her zenith. Little\nbats flit with muffled wings above the stars in the pond. The\nTsing Ming Dzieh has passed, and no one came to offer\nprayers and sacrifice by the grave on my garden slope. From\nbeneath the Wallow 1 ree comes a sound like the sobbing of\na little child. Ah, poor soul, is it then so terrible to die and\nbe forgotten?\nWhen I awoke the £ast was flushed with the coming Dawn.\nThin strands of mist hung about the cedars and floated above\nthe turquoise waters of the river. The startlings twittered\nin the rain gutters of the roof, and from the half-submerged\nfields came the familiar little songs of the rice-planters.\nThe Tsing Ming Dzieh is past, and no one came to worship\nby the ancient grave on my garden slope.\nI know the soul has gone now forever, for my Willow Tree\nis dying. The birds sing in its branches, the violets bloom\nat foot, and all about is the full, throbbing joy of Spring*,\nbut its leaves are pale, and yellow, as though Autumn had\npassed in the night. Where are they gone—those two who\nloved on my garden slope? I do not know, but I grieve be-\ncause my Willow is dying.\"\n\nOur Mausoleums\nG. B.\nmuseums are mausoleums. Scientific explanation of\nart seems their main object. Whoever has time and the\ndesire to search and to explore the spacious halls filled with\njunk and curiosities might detect a real work of art. But who\nlikes to swallow dust even if it is historic and scientific dust?\nOur museums are not the home of the eternal. There is not\nthat spirit that makes us forget centuries and thousands of\nyears, years whose art is still living and embracing over the\nspan of time and space.\nThe fact stares us mercilessly in the face that one artist is\nsustaining hundreds of so-called artists. It is true that life\nC°Tx^if*S piece work but there is no necessity to vivisect art.\nWhatver cannot live must die. And if it is hung up for\neternity, even eternity will not call it to life.\nThe American museum is an antique shop. Antique shops\ndo not open their doors to the masses of the population. Art\nhistory and art research work have nothing whatever to do\nwith art itself. A man who paints uses as his medium the\ncanvas and his paints. He appeals to the eye. A painting is\nsomething to look at. Explanation is unnecessary\ni he works of Tolstoi or of Hauptmann must be translated\ninto English because most of the English readers are ignor-\nant of Russian and of German. To translate painting into\nlanguage is necessary only for those who cannot use their\neyes. N\nThe explanation of our paintings, the commentary to our\nworks of art is only for the blind. '"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "593", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Our Village\nSpring and Poets\nQJPRING has arrived. She had an ultimate gigantic strug-\ngle on her scheduled day of advent, on the 21st. Hur-\nricanes of snow, bitterly cold, the sidewalks dangerously\nfrozen, janitors and snow shovellers busy at their unexpected\nwork—and then the sudden change. Sun and warmth and\nvictory.\nThe sparrows dared to come out from under their shelter-\ngiving eaves and happily they hopped from branch to branch\nof the old—soon to be their summer residence—trees on\nWashington Square. Their chirping mingled harmoniously\nwith the screams and shouts of the children who, for the first\ntime after months of being shut in, had come to their play-\ngrounds.\nThe windows of houses, mansions and shacks, which\npeacefully stand in a row on the South Side fulfilling their\nmission unbothered by the exciting events that mark the\nearthly life of their occupants, stood wide open, and the\nold lady, who is known for her love of flowers and plants,\nput a few of her children on the window sills in the warm,\nmid-day sun.\nAnd together with sun and birds and merry children had\ncome the poets. To the rooms of the Washington Square\nGallery, to the Art sanctum of Mr. Coady, they had followed\nthe Call of Others, those strange birds whom Alfred\nKreymborg has taken under his wings and mothered and\nfostered, and given a warm coop in his \"magazine of the\nnew verse.\"\nThey had come to kowtow before the big editress of the\nWest, before Harriet Mouroe, before her who has made\npoets who otherwise would never have been heard of, who\nbrought to the shores of America the first of the rays of\nthat Imagism and Ezra Poundism which has developed into\nour own \"free verse,\" into \"vers libre,\" that step-child among\npoets, that illegitimate offspring struggling for recognition.\nThe friendly winds of Spring had blown her east from her\nChicago seclusion.\nShe is a nice kind lady. She shook hands with about a\nhundred people who express themselves through poetry free\nand otherwise. She had profound apologies to offer to every-\none she met about that manuscript that just had to be sent\nback. She chatted with everybody, and I do believe that\nshe was not displeased with the color scheme of the sixty\nodd hats of the poetesses, blonde, brunette and gray-haired\nwhich constantly formed a dense circle around her. Clement\nWood was there and showed to his young wife his brother\npoets; and Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff looked well under\na portrait which might as well have been of Oscar Wilde\nas the somebody else that it was. But the bow of his necktie\nreminded me very much of the peculiar way in which Wilde\nused to tie his. And of course Kreymborg was sliding about\nto give a finishing touch to this group or that group while"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "594", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nhe smoked his cigar. It behooves one to smoke a cigar,\nbe he host to the Supreme Court of American poetry and\nhimself a member of the Bench.\nDjuna Barnes was there too. She wore a long black veil\nand a flaming red rose. She looked very Spanish.\nAnd then there were Kreymborg's satellites that are just\nmarching in the procession with an occasional ambition and\nsecret wish once to lead a procession of their own.\nI left. Three stars were shining on the dark blue firma-\nment high above the electricity glaring cross on Washington\nSquare. A few couples of Italian lovers had come out from\n\"Little Italy\" around the corner promenading around\nthe Square. The benches were filled with loungers and\ndreamers for the first time after the cold winter days. Wide\nopen stood the doors of Rossi's ice-cream establishment and\nso I strolled in and drank a slow sweetly sour lemonade,\nmeditating deeply upon the mild winds of Spring, upon the\ngreat poetess from Chicago, and upon men and women who\nwant to be poets.\nStrange things are happening in the Village. Not only\npoets convene here but all the peculiar characters one has\nthe good luck of meeting in life every once in awhile seem\nto have a rendezvous on the Square. There is, for instance,\nthat beautiful woman who takes her noon-day walk around\nthe Square. We noticed her to-day for the third time from\nour Garret window. Monday she wore a striking black\ngown, a black hat, black gloves, black handbag, and on a\nblack leash—trotting very snobbishly—a black poodle. Tues-\nday at the same hour, the same lady in a magnificent white\ngown, with white fox furs, a white fox hat, white gloves,\nwhite shoes . . . and on a white leash, very grave and very\nproud a white poodle.\nAnd to-day, just as I am writing these lines, she passes\nmy window again. She is dressed in a brown riding habit,\ntight-fitting very exclusive-looking, brown boots, brown\ngloves, a brown soft felt hat, and on a brown leash a brown,\nlong-haired Pomeranian whose ears almost sweep the ground\nas he waddles close to the skirt of his mistress.\nWhat will to-morrow bring, and what the day after to-\nmorrow? Does she ever wear pink or green, or pale blue?\nDoes she match her gowns with her dogs or her dogs with\nher gowns, I wonder? I wonder?\nFriday afternoon the 7th of April at three o'clock D.\nMolby, known to the readers of this magazine from his\n\"Musings\" will give an informal reading from his \"Hippo-\npotamus Tails,\" \"Rats' Ears and Cats' Eyes\" and such musings\nas remain yet unpublished. You are invited to attend this\nreading, admission free of charge, at Bruno's Garret, 58\nWashington Square.\nThe cartoons of Steinlen chronologically arranged as they\nappeared in \"Gil Bias\" sixty-eight of the best he ever did,\nwill remain on the walls of the Garret until April the tenth.\nSaturday afternoon and Monday evening are reserved, as\nbefore, the fire, for the purpose of keeping \"open house.\""}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "595", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\n[N an old volume of poetry by Dr. W. Dodd, written in\nprison, shortly before his death, 1777, is an interesting\nparagraph, which throws a curious sidelight upon the posi-\ntion of newspaper-editors and newspaper men at large. Dodd\nwas Chaplain to King George 111 of England, but in a fatal\nmoment committed the crime of forgery, for which he was\ntried, convicted and hung, in June 1777. Poems he wrote\nduring his imprisonment together with the brief of the\nprosecuting Crown attorney fell recently into my hands, with\na lot of religious publications. Here is the condemning ar-\ngument of the prosecuting Crown attorney.\n\"Though encumbered with debts, he might still have re-\ntrieved his circumstances if not his character, had he attended\nto the lessons of prudence but his extravagance continued\nundiminished, and drove him to schemes which overwhelmed\nhim with additional infamy. HE DESCENDED SO LOW\nAS TO BECOME THE EDITOR OF A NEWSPAPER,\nand is said to have attempted to disengage himself from his\ndebts by a commission of bankruptcy, in which he failed.\nFrom this period every step led to complete his ruin. In\nthe summer of 1776 he went to Paris, and, with little regard\nto decency, paraded in a phantom at the races on the plains\nof Sablons, dressed in all the froppery of the kingdom in\nwhich he then resided. He returned to England about the\nbeginning of the Winter, and continued to exercise the duties\nof his function, particularly at the Magdalen chapel, where\nhe still was heard with approbation, and where his last sermon\nwas preached, February 2, 1777, two days only before he\nsigned «the fatal instrument which brought him to an ignom-\ninous end.\"\nViolet Leigh, of Eau Claire\nShe surely must be a poetess, and even if you should dis-\nagree as to giving her this title after reading her \"Little\nBook of Verses,\" published by the Fremad Publishing Com-\npany of Eau Claire, \\Visconsin, you would have to recognize\nin her the poetical spirit which prompted the pale blue satin\ncover of her book, tied with a darling bow of pink. Violet\nClara Tice and she wrote a nice poem to Clara which\nwill appear in the near future on these pages.\nBull\nVol. 1, No. 1 of this monthly, is about the first satirical\npaper published during the last twenty-five years in the\nUnited States that really contains satire in words and pic-\ntuxes. The title-page alone is worth its purchasing* price\nThere is a spirit of truthful daring through its pages Its\ncartoons mean something, and its jokes are bitter jokes\nwhich you also could call the real life confronting us step by\nstep every day. The name of its editor is not stated but it\nis worth one s while to look at it. Get it on the newstands."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "596", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Hesperian\nThe current issue of this interesting quarterly magazine,\ncontains a very good portrait of Charlotte Bronte accom-\npanied by an article which is worth while reading. It is\ngood miscellany that Alexander N. De Menil, editor and\npublisher, brings on its pages.\nThe Miscellany\nW. G. Blaikie-Murdoch, the art historian, who came to the\nshores of America a few months ago in a rather spectacular\nway, being one of the passengers of a torpedoed steamer,\nis represented in this quarterly magazine by an excellent ac-\ncount of the relationship of Litography and Whistler. It\nis very deplorable that the magazine who publishes an article\nsuch as this and which is supposed to be devoted to the\nbook beautiful and book plates, should also devote its pages\nto articles on military duty and unpreparedness as it does\nin the March issue. Those things are vital enough for news-\npapers and the average run of periodicals but surely have\nnothing to do with beautifully bound books, with book plates\nand with autographs.\n\nBook-Plate Notes.\nMiss Flora King, of Mt. Vernon, Ind., is undoubtedly the\nproprietress of one of the very remarkable book-plates in\nAmerica. Master Timothy Cole, America's wood-engraver,\nis designing a book-plate for Miss King. There are only\nvery few book-plates designed by Mr. Cole extant, all owned\nby very distinguished personages."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "597", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last iveek)\n\nThe California Book-plate Society has announced a com-\npetition, open to art students in California, for a book-plate\ndesign suitable for use in the Society's library. Two prizes\nof $10.00 and $5.00 are offered. Designs are to be exhibited\nat the May meeting of the Society, and a committee of ar-\ntists will then award the prizes. While the competition was\nundertaken primarily to increase interest in the book-plate\nproblems among the art students of the State, it is hoped\nthat some of the designs submitted will be worthy of repro-\nduction and continued use.\n\nThe Last of the War Correspondents.\n\"Ach! Never this upstart general will tell me numbers of\nmen while I have eyesight. No matter how many times they\nare marched through the city, it does not increase the num-\nber. Let us go up on La Cilia and look down on the army\nof the northeast.\nWe ride up. Von Kriegelstein points to the dust clouds\ndown on the roads. \"Now I will show you something. The\nhigh br6ken clouds are artillery. There are eighteen guns.\nYou cannot see them but the dust does not lie'. There are\neleven thousand men—maybe a few hundred more—and\nabout two thousand are mounted. The thin, even dust rising\nhigh is cavalry, the low thick dust is infantry. It is a good\narmy, but not what General Gonzales said to us. You will\nlook along this paper here where I have drawn the line in\nangles. The distance is about five thousand meters. The\nrest is mathematics. After some years you will be able to\ntell to perhaps fifty men how many are on a road.\"\nIt is Saltillo a few days later. The warrant for our arrest\nis out and we are to die as spies. Beinhacker has not suc-\ncumed to the registry of character. Beinhacker has lived\ntwo years on the East Side of New York where charcter is\noften registered. From the cuartel we have escaped to the\nEnglish consulate. John R. Silliman, the agent of our stern\ngovernment, is there, too. There is a large lump of-dynamite\nunder Silliman's house. Not even grape juice will remove it.\nI appeal to Silliman for protection and probably from excite-\nsee anything comical in it. I said Silliman was\nliving at the British consulate, because . The door is\nbarred and McMillian, the British consul—Kingdom of Great\nBritain and Ireland—will do the best he can.\nA few minutes later in response to inquiries after our\nhealth: \"Tell Major Elizondo to make a good job of it. You\ncan't rush it from the street. Tell him to go up on the moun-\ntain and shell the consulate.\" It is the baron who speaks.\nNight goes on and we are up. The baron is jocular. \"I tell\nyou Logue, this is great. You will be famous. I shall take\nyour picture if they shoot you first. You must grant me that\nrequest.\"\nTragedy is funny. No one clutches the brow and says \"Me-"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "598", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 \\Vashingto\n<innare New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered second clSss matter at the Post Office of New\nYork, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act of March\n3d, 1879.\n\no-udd'\" We shake hands at once, firmly beliveing there is\nInly the morning for the shelling. Nobody says 'Good bye\nold pal, and if we meet again in a better world-—. Von\nKriegelstein is a Catholic and so am I. He is not beyond ad-\nmitting it for fear it may not be smart. So we say a 112\nprayers and make an act of contrition. I don t be\nneeded it half as much as I. His life was clean, good where\nit could be otherwise with nobody to tell. Perhaps a test g\ntoComes morning. I call General Gonzales on the phone\nHe cannot reply to me in English. I must use lame Sp;amsh.\nHe will investigate, but he does not understand English. He\nhas been a traveling salesman in the United States for four\nyears and he knows I know it. Very unfavorable outlook.\nSilliman pleads for us. Across the street is a graduate ban-\ndit, General Francisco Coss. He has a mansion now. He\ntook it one day in one minute. The baron has a little inside\ntrack. Coss dislikes Gonzolas. Coss has five thousand men\nin Saltillo. \"We can put up a better fight with Cosses men\nthan alone,\" suggests von Kriegelstein. We chance to call on\nCoss. There is a cow carcass on the mansion entrance.\nPeople must eat. None of the carcass is in the reception\nroom where Coss greets us. The liberator will fir+st.Pose\na picture seeing the baron's camera He poses thirty min-\nutes with a shrapnel shell under each arm. Thank these\nors very much for putting his pictures in all papers in the\nUnited States and Europe and Asia. Touching matter\nof General Gonzales he does not like to see Gonzales troops\non the street near his quarters anyway. Yes, he will bear us\nin mind and we will surely go with him when he starts down\nto free the people. .\nGonzales leaves and so dowwine—in another direction, on a\nmail car that is going over to Villa Carranza does not know\nif neither does Gonnzales. Only the engineers and the Villa\nagents who uncouple several rear cars containing troops\n\"\"We enter the desert on our way to Torreon. He tests his\nmoustache. . „ r .. „\n\"How dry the hair gets, is all von Kriegelstein says, tor a\ntime after we are well under way. \"It is so it gets brittle, as\none's hair in the desert of Gobi, which is you know, just be-\nfore Manchuria.\" He talks and most books become nonsense\nin comparison. He has in his baggage two volumes of Kip-\nling and one of O. Henry. He likes them both This is fair\npraise, because he has written twelve novels himself which\nhave the largest circulation in Austria."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[599]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.19", "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nKxtm Oluitntoi Books. Iwrtjr Prtattd Book*. Imihitlii\nBooks for OhrtatBM Olfto\n'Purchased ilntl/ or la sets for people who have neither time Mr appov*\n(unity to select tar themaelves, or for those who hare sot socess to the\nSeat book marts. Why not begin collecting aowT\nAddress, £. 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Ida awt wa\ncaa kapa far to a rsaalssaaas af that spirit which, aster bis Istlsa aara, trass*\nfararf his Nasaato frau a amy riser* af tfally svsats lata a rspasltary af sash\nfaseiaatla« aasstets sad hlstarisat shara as ta ba farsvsr s tellfht ta tha aatl-\nMarias uU tha law af SM Saw Yarb.\nIf isterastetf li this prsjsst writs far partisalars ts Raary Catllss Sraws, 15\nEast 40th Strsst, S. Y. City, Sssrstary Sscisty af SI* Maw Yarbars.\nSCHMITT'S\nBAKERY and LUNCH ROOM\n80 SIXTH AVENUE\nBelow Eighth Streat NEW YORK"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[600]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160401-01.1.20", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nAt No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N. Y. C.\nGuido Bruno* Manager\nThis Week's Performances\nMonday, 1:40 p. m. Bruno Players\nTuesday, Ittf p. m. Bruno Players\nWednesday, 8:4f p. m. Bruno Players\nThursday, l:4S p. n. Bruno Players\nFridoy, 1:41 p. mu Musical*\nSaturday, 1:00 p. m. Bruno Players\nSaturday, 8:10 p. m. Musicals\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free.\n\nI BUY BOOKS\nSingle volumes, small lots* and libraries; autograph\nletters of known literary men and artists, drawings,\npictures and engravings. Address\nCOLLECTOR,\" Care of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq<\nit\n\nThere can be no pleasanter place to hear\nthat remarkable Edison Record\nx\nNumber (82536) than\nThe Diamond Disc Shop\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmos-\nphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been\nsacrificed on the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring job, with our\ncompliments, an interesting little\nPhone: Stuyresant 4570 biography of Mr. Thos. A. Edison"}]}