{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_sha256": "f3dbb40b89b960cf71aa2d9fac1f954983c83e37ac52627e4c42b61701f11ec4", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/15_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/15_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Coulton Wough", "titre_sommaire": "Coulton Wough", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 109, "fin_caractere_exclue": 122, "texte": "Coulton Wough"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[615]", "page_fin": "[615]", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Ave Maria Plena Gratia", "titre_sommaire": "Ave Maria Plena Gratia", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde ; Florence", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[615]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 140, "fin_caractere_exclue": 765, "texte": "Ave Maria Plena Gratia\nOscar Wilde.\nFlorence\nIV as this His coming! I had hoped to see\nA scene of woUdrous glory, as <was told\nOf some great God who in a rain of gold\nBroke open bars and fell on Danae:\nOr a dread vision as <when Semele\n&\nSickening for love and unappeased desire\nPrayed to see God's clear body, and the fire\nCaught her white limbs and slew her utterly.\nWith such glad dreams I sought this holy place,\nAnd now with wondering eyes and heart I stand\nBefore this supreme mystery of Love:\nA kneeling girl with passionless pale face,\nAn angel with a lily in his hand,\nAnd over both with outstretched wings the Dove."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[615]", "page_fin": "617", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Disasters and Poetry", "titre_sommaire": "Disasters and Poetry", "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": "[615]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 767, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2431, "texte": "Disasters and Poetry\n\nIN olden times, when a big catastrophe occurred, bringing\ndeath to many people, and damage to much property,\nartists and poets promptly took possession of what had trans-\npired, made it a subject for reverie and were transported into\na playground of fantasy and inspiration. After the earth-\nquake which demolished Lisbon in 1755, an entire literature\nVas created. Poets, on wings of imagination, visited the\nruins of the city and themselves felt the power of the\nmysterious spirits that shook the earth and disturbed the\ndepths of the planet. They wept with those whose most\ndearly beloved lay buried beneath the debris and voiced in\nsong the praises of the heroism and sacrifices of men and\nwomen who were brave enough to forget their own safety,\nwhen friends, or even neighbours, were in danger.\nOther catastrophes of the eighteenth century likewise won\nthe glorification of their heroes. So Goethe erected an ever-\nlasting monument to the memory of the seventeen-year-old\nJohanna Sebus. Everywhere there seemed to rule a desire\nto preserve in the jewel box of memory a momentous hour of\ndanger.\nAnd not long ago, indeed, even a few days after the terrible\nChicago holocaust of 1871, poets the country over evinced\nits inspiration by paying tribute to the heroes of the de-\nvastated city as well as to the unseen force which burst\nits bonds and blazed forth in such mighty power. Through-\nout the world and in many languages rang the rhythmic\ncantations born in the wake of the disaster. Bret Harte was\none of the first to greet the sorrowing world with a poem.\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier dedicated another to the victims\nof the smitten city."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "616", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2979, "texte": "And what of to-day?\nIndeed, we are not lacking catastrophes in the present age.\nWith the progress of civilization, to be sure, they seem to\nhave increased in frequency and horror. We need but recall\nthe tragedies since the war started. Think of the many lives\nand millions of dollars worth of property buried beneath the\nruins of San Francisco and the hundreds of thousands of\nvictims of the present war.\nAnd each time there awakes amid the horror of such\ntragedies the same heroism of olden times. Men are certainly\nno less valiantly inclined and ready to sacrifice to-day than\ncenturies ago. - But still our catastrophes bring us no poesy\nas in the past. Our poets do not sing the praise of these\nheroes. They turn their eyes from the sinking city.\nThey do not spar with the envious wizards of the inner\nearth, who vent in terrific cataclysms their jealousy of happy\npeople. They do not reach in despair with the drowning for\nthe splintered mast, with the fighting for new strength.\nAnd yet, are not these very subjects rich enough in grandeur\nto inspire the artistic soul to the most fantastic dreams?\nDreaming?\nYes; there is the point. We dream no longer.\nWe are a generation of newspaper readers. We possess\nno more the faculty to picture in our thoughts the catastrophe\nwith all its dreadful consequences—to allow our fantasy an\nunbridled rein, which she must have if something poetically\ntrue is to be materialized from the fabric of fact. There is\nmade to hover over the grim region, where death harvested,\nno fanciful twilight whose outlines are hazy. There is no\nmystic belief in the animosity of personified elements. The\ncold, daily press compels us to see everything in broad day-\nlight and too obvious reality.\nThe \"Special Correspondent\" sent to the scene of the dis-\naster, telegraphs homeward and over the world in his dry,v\nor what is worse, his pompous, sentimental English, all the\ndetails a few hours after things have happened. He inter-\nviews the relatives of the dead and the sick, and the eye\nwitnesses and gleans his information so that he may be able\nto relate all in the most minute detail.\nOf course, we learn too about the heroes and heroic deeds;\nand should fortune decree that a man of financial or social\nstanding should excel in bravery or calmness in the moment\nof danger, the news cables vibrate gleefully the story of his\nflattery and praise. The disaster is then portrayed to us in a\nmanner as though it had been enacted by the heavenly powers\nfor one purpose only—to give the excellent character of this\nCroesus or social leader a dignified background. Certainly,\ntoo, there are loyal bards who will sing submissively of his\npraise. But loyal bards are very seldom, perhaps never, good\npoets. The good poets remain silent during catastrophes.\nAnd the reason for this is that everything that happens is\nsobered into sordidness by the press dispatch. Newspapers\nvie to excel in offering lurid descriptions of the disaster. And"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "617", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1637, "texte": "so we learn of a catastrophe in all its gruesome entirety.\nWe read its extent and know just how many were killed and\nhow terribly their bodies were mutilated. This arouses in\nus a sadness, an admiration for the heroic and a desire to\naid the suffering.\nBut when the imagination is smothered, the artistic inspira-\ntion is lost. And, indeed, should a poet depart from the trend\nof the times and write about a catastrophe he would have\nlittle effect and—what to the nowaday poet is most vital,—\nlittle or no popularity. The newspaper, which satisfies and\narouses his curiosity, conveyed the same narrative more\ncorrectly, in greater detail and in a way, perhaps, better\nunderstood by the masses.\n\"My paper has this better,\" says *he subscriber, and laughs\nabout the poet, who doesn't seem to know the cruel details\nand correct descriptions of the disaster location.\nNone would deny the merits of the newspaper of to-day.\nIt renders speedy succor possible and brings relief to the\nunfortunate. And with our rapid transport facilities, im-\nmediate news despatches are a necessity. But the daily press\nis killing all dreams, educating a fantasy-lacking race and\nparalyzing poetical desires. Because of it the catastrophe\nof to-day is not followed by poesy. We are robbed of the\nfaculty of seeing with our own inner eyes and are compelled\nto look at everything as thousands of others about us see the\nsame. There is stolen from the disaster and the heroic deed\nof unselfishness the romance, without which we cannot feel\npoetically.\nAnd so we may say unhesitatingly: What is clicked over\nthe wires is lost for Art.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "617", "page_fin": "619", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Reminiscences of Tommaso Salvini", "titre_sommaire": "Reminiscences of Tommaso Salvini", "signature_source": "Hugo Ballin (New York", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "617", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1639, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2751, "texte": "Reminiscences of Tommaso Salvini\nBy Hugo Ballin (New York)\nIT was excessively cold the first time Tommaso Salvini called\nto see me in the big empty studio in the Piazzo Dona-\ntello in Florence. On that day the hills of Fiesole were\npatched with snow, as if some mighty visitor from the North\nhad left the impress of his powdered sole. Through my\nsouthern window the little oval English cemetery intercepted\nmy view. The naked trees, like imploring hands clawed the\ncheerless heavens for a ray of kindly warmth. Salvini knocked\nat my door at about ten in the morning. He refused to take\noff his large heavy bat-winged coat. The thermometer\nregistered about 55 degrees F. My big fat tin drum stove\nwas very useless on that day as on all other days. The more\nwood I fed it, the less it worked. It seemed to grow stubborn.\nThe ashes that formed within its body, choked it. It was\nsorrow-bound for four cold months. It was the most in-\neffectual bit of machinery ever reared by man. I called it a\nstove because it stood where stoves are supposed to occupy\na studio and from its collar-bone a long black unpainted tube"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "618", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2818, "texte": "ran up sixteen feet to an exit that was the most efficient exit\never numbered. The Gordigiani, the proud owners of this\nequipment, had other possessions such as the building in\nwhich this treasure was housed, and in their drawing-room-\nhung the most remarkable collection of chilled tapistries that\never graced an unpainted wall. But all this is quite irrelevant.\nSalvini knew the Gordigiani, but on that cheerless day he\ncame to me.\nThose days in Florence were not exactly happy ones. Even\nHope, the most constant friend an aspiring painter has,\nhad left me. She flew South on the wings of my far-reaching\ndesires to linger where the waters are ever blue and where\nthe sweet-voiced and ill-behaved daughters of Oceanus port-\nholed cruising parties and behaved so surreptitiously. I re-\nmained in Florence because I had contemplated remaining\nand I would no more break this resolve than a thousand lire\nnote.\nI had met Salvini in his home. I entertained a suspicion\nthat the first time he called to see me, he went abroad to\nfind more comfort in the rooms of another. His house was a\nvery cozy place, full of photos and fragments of tabards and\nmorions and Lochaber axes that crossed halberds in palmated\narrangement. It was essentially an actor's home, crowded\nwith souvenirs. I remember him reading to me in his ground\nfloor room; that was sixteen years ago on a bright morning\nin early Spring when life had returned on the breath of a\nsoft message from Aeolus. /\nPerhaps Salvini's friendship for me was very sincere be-\ncause he found me alone working with very swollen hands,\ndue to the cold, trying to realize an ideal in the face of these\noppositions. There must have been pity in his heart, for after\nthat we often saw each other and when I was not in Florence\nhis letters were a great source of interest and enjoyment.\nI shall quote his letter written Oct. 21st, 1902.\nMost dear Mr. Ballin:—\nAs you see (referring to a small photograph) I am still\nin the country with my Newfoundland between my knees.\nIn a few days I shall return to Florence, via Gino Capponi 17.\nIn general my health is .good with the slight exception of\nsome small annoyance, which persuades me that I have not\nacquired seventy-four years for nothing. But what can be\ndone? Suffer it until death.\nI too know the Island of Capri. Its location is incom-\nparable, so poetic and inspiring. Who can tell how many\nsketches you have made? Are they compositions for a large\npainting? Why do you say that you have admired these\nplaces for the last time? You are young and can return to\nthem, not once but twenty times, while to me it is forbidden\nto visit America, not having much time before me.\nI can be naught but thankful for the kindly memories you\ncherish of me, I beg of you to always have them. It makes\nme pleased and happy."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "619", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2293, "texte": "This letter will find you in that country of energy and\nloyal people for whom I have deep sympathy and affection.\n1 hope that you will cross the ocean safely and that you will\nenjoy perfect health. Every time you wish to give me news\nit will give me a holiday.\nBelieve me with respects,\nYours affectionate and devoted\nTommaso Salvini.\nAnother letter dated Siena per Vagliagli, Aug. 18th, 1903\n1 am sure will be of interest.\nGentilissimo Ballin:—\nIf I could write and speak English as you write and speak\nItalian, I would consider myself a sage; you will therefore\nsee how I must not criticise any slight error in your letter.\nYes, gentle friend, many were the inducements which the\nimpressarios, Liebler & Co., personally made to me, and I\ncould not refuse to return once more to the United States.\nIhis will be settled next April.\nI will act in Italian with an English company in which your\nbeautiful star Miss Robson is to take part. If you will tell\nme something concerning this young actress I will consider\nit a favor.\nI am now in my domain to escape the warmth of the city.\nIn October I am going to Asti and Torino to commemorate\nin a production of Saul, the centenary of the death of Vit-\ntorio Alfieri, our grand tragic poet, and afterward I shall re-\nturn to Florence where I will prepare myself for the new tour.\nI believe I have always answered your very welcome letters\nand I do not merit the reproach you make of my not having\nwritten you. My correspondence is enormous. I do never-\ntheless answer all my letters.\nYour country never ceases and with time it ameliprates.\nAs! me! I always cherish the advancement of that great\ncountry.\nI am sending you a clipping which will give you pleasure.\nRead it and congratulate me in time. In the meanwhile I\nexchange best wishes. Consider me always your affectionate\nand devoted friend,\nTommaso Salvini.\nThese two letters are typical. I always found him sincere\nand kindly. The last time I saw him was four years ago in\nFlorence when I called at his home with my wife. He was\nrehearsing his son and daughter-in-law for a production in\nwhich they were to appear that afternoon.\nWe drove up to the amphitheatre at Fiesole and under a\nsoft blue sky we saw \"Edipus Rex.\" The air was never\nsofter and the seats were never harder."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "620", "page_fin": "620", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Flasks and Flagons", "titre_sommaire": "Flasks and Flagons", "signature_source": "Francis S. Saltus", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "620", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1244, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nVermouth\nrJ*HOU canst unbind by potency unique,\nThe tangled skein of misty souvenirs,\nAnd bring again, defiant of dull years,\nThe mantling pulse of youth unto the cheek.\nUrged by thy warmth, the fancy loves to seek\nThe roses of a past that disappears,\nAnd by some recollection that endears,\nOnce more, in charm, forgotten words to speak.\nThe sunlight of the past will then return\nWarming the soul; and I, oh blessed boon\nAnd resurrection of the things that fade,\nRecall the happy days for which all yearn,\nWhen first I heard on Venice's lagoon,\nThe soft adagio of a serenade!\nAbsinthe\ncomes thy fatal, fascinating charm?\n. Thy fumes are sharp, dire as Medusa's tears,\nIn thy green depths a tempting demon leers,\nLeading the victim on without alarm.\nThy trait'rous poison makes the senses warm;\nDull minds, grown vivid, grasp the distant spheres;\nBut ah, the sad reaction, when the tears\nOf madness flow, when maniac fancies swarm!\nTo me, thy glorious Lethe ever shows\nSome godless wretch, with haggard eyes and pale,\nSeeking the shame of brutal bagnios.\nOr, mixed with powder, when all else doth fail,\nI see thee make impetuous Zouaves scale\nStern Malakoffs that teem with countless foes!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "620", "page_fin": "620", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "A Fable", "titre_sommaire": "A Fable", "signature_source": "Sadakichi Hartmann", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "620", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1246, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1752, "texte": "A Fable\nSadakichi Hartmann.\nQNCE upon a time two beautiful maidens went bathing,\none was named Falsehood and the other Truth. After\ngamboling to their hearts content in the water, Falsehood\nstepped out first and, true to her nature, she stole and dressed\nherself in the robes \"of Truth and ran away. When\nTruth came out she found the robes of Falsehood lying on the\nbank; she, however, true to her nature, would not don them\nbut went her way as it was, and that is why we so seldom\nmeet with \"Naked Truth.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "620", "page_fin": "620", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Perversity of Love", "titre_sommaire": "The Perversity of Love", "signature_source": "Ernest Peabody", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "620", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1754, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2075, "texte": "The Perversity of Love\nErnest Peabody.\nQNE day Love dropped an arrow from his quiver. A short,\nstout little lady picked it up and with many blushes,\nreturned it to its owner.\n\"Ah! Sweetheart!\" said Love, \"you shall have your reward,\"\nand he shot the arrow at a man who was passing. •\nAnd the man, alas! was tall and slim."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "621", "page_fin": "621", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "A (With apologies to Edgar Lee Masters)", "titre_sommaire": "A (With apologies to Edgar Lee Masters)", "signature_source": "Sardonyx", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "621", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1069, "texte": "A Greenwich Village Anthrology\n(With apologies to Edgar Lee Masters)\nSardonyx\nSadakichi Hartmann\nWhere he came from and where he is going\nThat is not the main thing.\nThe main thing is that he is Sadakichi Hartmann,\nA strange sardonic figure,\nThe author of Christ and Buddha.\nBut great as are his Christ and Buddha\nGreater still, more piteous and more splendid\nIs the drama called Sadakichi Hartmann.\nThe Nameless One\nThere were two people in Greenwich Village.\nOne of them belonged to the oldest and most infamous\nprofession for women.\nShe created nothing; her mission was to destroy.\nThe other was an artist who created beautiful things.\nMark the irony.\nThe artist died.\nThe nameless one will live to a hale and hideous old age.\nFor Death will have his little joke.\nEven in Greenwich Village.\nAlfred Kreymborg\nIn a selfish age\nThis man is kinder*'to \"Others\" than to himself.\nHe obeys the maxim\n\"Do unto 'Others' as you would they should do unto\nyou.\"\nShelley was the poet's poet.\nAlfred Kreymborg is more than the poet's poet.\nHe is the-poet's friend."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "621", "page_fin": "622", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "A Publishers' Club", "titre_sommaire": "A Publishers' Club", "signature_source": "From The Bang, Alexander Harvey's Fearless Weekly", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "621", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1071, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1731, "texte": "A Publishers' Club\n\nScribner persisted in weeping.\n\"If Americans cling to their new fad of reading American\nliterature,\" he gasped, \"our great British writers will starve.\"\n\"Our great American writers,\" Holt reminded him, \"have\nstarved for years.\"\n\"They're used to it,\" Dodd putin, \"and we're not. We're\npublishers.\" 5\n\"We'll starve too, though,\" Houghtonmifflin groaned. \"We\nhave loaded ourselves with British novelists in sheets. British\npoets by the wagon load.\"\n\"The jig,\" MacMillan roared, \"is up!~ The fools won't buy the\npeotry and prose of the Londoners just because they're Lon-\ndoners.\" '\n\"Couldn't we work up a centennary of some British jiovelist?\""}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "622", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 886, "texte": "Dodd asked this. He was snapped up crossly by Houghton-\nmifflin.\n\"No, we can't have any more centennaries of British novel-\nists. We can't live on any more scandals about British poets.\n\"You don't mean,-' gasped Scribner, \"that Dodd'll stop The\nBookman?\"\n\"How can Dodd stop The Bookman when it isn't going, you\nfool?\" roared MacMillan.\n\"Boys!\" yelled Doubleday, \"this trick will save us.\"\nHe held up the picture of Byron, now labelled in large letters\nwith the name of Charles Brockden Brown.\n\"I see the game!\" cried MacMillan. \"I'll have a statement in\nnext Sunday's World to the effect that we've always stood\nfor American literature.\" \"\nEven the weeping Scribner had to join in the laugh with\nwhich they all broke into the chorus of \"stuff the public, stuff\nstuff, stuff, publishing is nothing but a game of bluff.\"\n\nFrom The Bang, Alexander Harvey's Fearless Weekly."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "622", "page_fin": "622", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Stranger", "titre_sommaire": "The Stranger", "signature_source": "Emily B. Stone", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "622", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 888, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1680, "texte": "The Stranger\nEmily B. Stone.\n\"\"THERE came to the colony a young man whose face was\nunmarked by care and whose blue eyes contained a deep\nhappiness.\nThe people stared at him, but none thought to offer him\nlodging. They did not inquire his name nor from what\ncountry he had journeyed.\n\"He is not like us,\" said one, and he berated the new-comer\nwith coarse words and threw stones at him.\n\"Let him alone.\" said another; \"his odd conceits may serve\nto make our children laugh;\" and he gave to the calm young\nstranger a gay cap with bells.\nBut a third said, \"This wanderer speaks words which we\ndo not understand. He is mad.\"\nSo they built with great stones a tower and imprisoned\nthe beautiful stranger, not dreaming that his name was\nWisdom and that he had come from their far-away Father-\nland."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "622", "page_fin": "622", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Longing", "titre_sommaire": "Longing", "signature_source": "Charles Keeler", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "622", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1682, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2074, "texte": "Longing\nCharles Keeler.\nTTOR the unutterable,\nFor the ineffable\nAm I longing\nIn dead of night;\nFor the rose unfading,\nThe song unending,\nThe heart unchanging,\nFor love, for light!\nI would gather the stars,\nThe flowers of heaven;\nFor my garden bright\nIs the beautiful whole;\nI would stray with thee\nO'er night's wide meadow,\nO spirit maiden,\nO radiant soul.\nFrom \"The Victory—Songs of Triumph\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "624", "page_fin": "624", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Religion", "titre_sommaire": "Religion", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "624", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1503, "texte": "Religion\nTom Sleeper.\nAND it came to pass that I pondered on the reason for my\nbeing. And as time passed my spirits drooped within\nme—my days became sunless and my nights abysmal—for I\nknew_ not my purpose. And 10l as I sat, brooding by the\nmargin of a pool, watching the pale white lilies nodding one\nunto the other, the figure of a man appeared unto me coming\nfrom out the hemlock grove. And he came close to me and\nspoke words of counsel. And I thought unto myself: \"I will\ndo that which this man counseleth,\" and arose and went\nstraightway unto mine own house.\nThen it came to pass that after three days I stood before\nthe oracle and I spoke unto him three questions: Whence\ncame I? By what rule must I live? Whither do' I go?\nAnd the oracle answered unto me saying: \"These are mighty\nmatters of which ye speak.\"\nThen drew away the oracle unto himself. And after the\nmoon had risen I went again unto him for an answer. And\nhe replied, saying: \"Oh ye of little faith! Know ye not that\nthe Kingdom of Heaven is like unto rare gems that are hid-\nden, and that he that liveth by the spirit shall have ever-i\nlasting life? Let thy faith circle then round about like unto\na cqat of armor. Believe for in believing lies all virtue.\"\nAnd I prostrated myself before him in reverence and in\nworship. And after I had made offering of gold and of silver\n—of sandal-wood and of rare spices I returned unto mine own\nhearth exalted.\n• •\nYet, I knew not the meaning of that which was spoken\nunto me."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "624", "page_fin": "627", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "624", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1505, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2609, "texte": "In Our Village\nWH. ENEVER the Great sojourn among us and we have- a\nchance to see the daily life of men whose works we do\nadmire, we view it through the magnifying glass of the\nunusual; stories—really only everyday observations—pass on\nfrom mouth to ear and from ear to mouth. That is how\nhistory is related. A rich field for biographers.\nMany and various are the stories told about Sadakichi\nHartmann and his indispensable valet, during his last visit\nto our village. Inseparable like a shadow, watchful like a\ndog, inspired with a mission like an apostle, is that little\nman whom Sadakichi chooses to intrust the care of his bodily\nwelfare.\nHe is never far. If he does not announce the arrival of\nSadakichi he is carrying his master's overcoat or rain-coat\nand that ominous hat-box which contains not only a black\nsombrero but also other useful objects which might come\nin handy if a man decides quickly to do something quite\ndifferent than he has planned on leaving his hoifie. He is\nmore than a body servant, who keeps shoes fhined, the.\nproper crease in trousers and all those other things which are"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "625", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2978, "texte": "the daily routine of a \"man\". He is the screen Sadakichi\nchooses often to put between himself and the world. He is\nthe bearer and deliverer of messages, the plenipotentiary\nextraordinary on occasions most difficult and delicate.\nIt was at a dinner recently in the home of a well-known\npatroness of Art on the north side of the Square. Sadakichi\nwas one of the guests of honor. He was in that mood in\nwhich one enjoys a well-prepared repast and awaits anxiously\nthe arrival of the demi-tasse. A lady well-known as a soulful\npoetess was sitting at his right. She is one of those women\nwho are not content to leave buried the romance of their\nlife and to plant faithfully flowers of the season around the\ntombstone, but who are trying constantly to exhume the\ncarcass, to force to new life what was dead and should re-\nmain so for ever. She spoke to Sadakichi; she spoke con-\nstantly. He was undisturbed, partaking of the different\ncourses of the dinner. The slight signs of annoyance were\nnot noticed. The lady talked. It was too much for Sada-\nkichi! \"Call my valet\" he said to the butler, while everybody\nwas rising.to repair to the next room for the demi-tasse. The\nvalet appeared. Sadakichi calls hkn \"valet,\" never by name.\nThat man doesn't seem to have a name at all. He must have\nbeen born as Sadakichi's valet, and to be his valet seems to\nbe identical with his life. He appeared; he did not take notice\nof anybody in the room. He stood there all attention, like\nthe despatcher of torpedoes before the commander of his\ncraft.\n\"Valet,\" Sadakichi thundered at-him, \"take my place at the\nside of this lady (pointing to the soulful poetess who was\nstill talking) drink a demi-tasse with her and exchange\ncommonplaces.\nOut he walked and the bang which sounded through the\nhouse indicated that Sadakichi had not waited for the foot-\nman to open the door for him. How long the valet remained\nin the drawing-room I do not know, and if he drank a demi-\ntasse with the soulful poetess and exchanged commanplaces *\nwith her I could not ascertain.\nAnd then it was on an afternoon in the Brevoort. Maria\nAppel, the sculptress who had just finished the bust of Sada-\nkichi, interrupted a serious session of his, around a round\ntable: \"Your bust is ready; it is good; it is wonderful; it is -\nnot only a likeness; it is a masterpiece. I will ship it to-\nmorrow to an exhibition, up-town. You MUST come and\nsee it at once!\"\nSadakichi who at first had indignantly interrupted his ap-\nparently more important conversation with his companions\nat the table, looked around for a few seconds as if searching\nfor something and then, wheeling around in his chair: \"Valet\"\nwith such a strong voice that Emily Stevens in the next room\nwas visibly disturbed in the consummation of her scrambled\neggs, and the waiters rushed to the door ready for an affray.\nHeavy steps quickly approaching. The valet with hat-box\nand rain-coat.\n\"Valet\" roared Sadakichi, \"Go home with the sculptress,"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "626", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3058, "texte": "look at my bust and then come back and report to me if\nit looks like me.\" And he resumed his conversation.\nAgain I do not know if the sculptress accepted Sadakichi's\nproxy and if he proved himself a competent art critic.\nDoctor Reitman, the advance agent of Emma Goldman,\nundertook some time ago to manage a series of lectures for\nSadakichi. They had a disagreement of some sort, a long\nargument that lasted for hours which culminated in the final\nbreak-up of business associations. These were the partinsr\nwords of Sadakichi:\n\"You are permited to greet me but I will not talk to you—\nthat shall be your punishment!\"\nTom Sleeper, the hermit of the New Jersey mountains, poet\nand ponderer of the riddles of the Universe, left, as we are\ninformed by authentic sources his solitary hut, has thrown\naway the hair-cloak to invade after an absence of months\nthe village on last Wednesday eve. He came in a Ford\naccompanied by a man who as rumor, and he himself as-\ncertained, will be married to the woman of his choice in less\nthan fourteen days. Tom Sleeper had been segn the week\nprevious in Hoboken but he assures us that he did not take\nadvantage of the marriage facilities of this peace-loving\nsuburb. Tom took, as 'he always does upon his arrival, a\nsolitary on the square in worshipful -reverence of the\ngreat spirits deceased and still among us, before he pil-\ngrimaged to Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre. While\ndeeply meditating upon the fate of unborn children of per-\nsons unfit to be parents, and upon questions of preparedness,\nhe tried his best to start his Ford. He succeeded after 'a\nwhile and leaving for the better illuminated haunts of upper\nNew York, he shook off the impressions the Bruno Players\nhad made upon him during the performance he had at-\ntended with a \"Develish thing, this Sada Cowan's 'The State\nForbids'.\" Ziegfield's Follies were his antidote. Careless as\nevery proprietor of a Ford, he wanted to leave his car un-\nwatched in front of the New Amsterdam, trusting that thieves\nrecognize the make of an automobile at first sight. A ben-\nevolent policeman drew his attention to the fact that someone\nmight take a chance on it, being a brand new one. But no-\nbody did. And in the chill of the early morning hour did\nhe start back for his home mountains, leaving behind him the\nlures of the Great White Way, of the haunts of our village\nwhose foremost citizen he will remain even be he not in\nour midst as of yore. Yes! New Jersey! life\nfor you! Far out fhere in its plains and in its mountains!\nMany were the notable personages who pilgrimaged down\nto Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre during the last\nweek and honored the Bruno Players with their illustrious\npresence.' Kaufman, he of \"Around the Town\" in the Globe\nhad come, seen, and listened. It was particularly nice and\ncomforting to have it from him himself that he was pleased.\nZoe Beckley of New York Evening Mail fame, who inter-\nviews on the average more queer and famous people in one\nyear than the ordinary human being has a chance to meet"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "627", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 980, "texte": "m a lifetime attended one of the 'performances and ac-\nknowledged frankly she knew nothing of the Bruno Players\nbefore this evening, which marked a historical moment in\nher lite, lo know so much and not to know the Bruno\nPlayers is a distinction of its own. With pleasure did we\ninhale the fragrance of this bouquet, Zoe Beckley!\nHelen Roland accompanied her, she, the renowned sage\nof the Evening World's magazine page. And Emma Goldman\nto her°me t0 SCe \"ThC State Forbids\" Tt was not new\nMiss Sada Cowan, who wrote the play presented by the Bruno\nI layers was pleased with her work. She viewed it, accom-\npanied by her mother, from the first row, and she is quite\ndifferent from any other author of plays. She had no sug-\ngestions to offer nor changes to make.\nMr. Walcott, the great Dramatic censor of a still greater\ndaily paper, sat-through the whole performance very atten-\ntively. He was accompanied by his yellow gloves his\nspectacles and his walking cane."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "627", "page_fin": "628", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.15", "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": "627", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 982, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2799, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nThe Citizen and Art\ncitizen does not criticise anything so keenly and so\nself-lordly as Art. Every new appearance of literature,\nmusic and painting gives him a welcome chance for his\njests and jokes. Just like the paranoiac, he sees the .megalo-\nmania under whose illusions he himself labors, in the artist\nThe citizen hates Art because Art seems to him \"useless\"'\nArt does not transmit to him news. It doesn't bring him\nfacts and it is very hardly avoidable, because Art :s it is\nharp to say why, and surely it must be lamented—a part of\nsociety. But Art is obtrusive and therefore one must find\nimaginary, sham causes for a defence. One simply has no\ntime tor Art. Life to-day is very strenuous. Every pro-\nfession claims the whole man and the whole woman, and in\nthe evening it is the duty of everybody to look for recreation.\nOne s mentality must be unhitched, and it was never hitched I\nis more automatic than to follow one's profession.)\nTo acquire a surface knowledge—in order to be counted\namong the educated the daily newspapers suffice and a\nknowledge of names The new novel of Richard Harding\nDavis, a new drama by Shaw, the new poems of the friend\nthe lawyer, are bought and one has done his duty. The\nmusical comedy \"Du Jour\" the average citizen would take\nin three times. Yoii know it is necessary to recognize the\nmelodies in the cabaret! Everything else done for Art is\nfelt as a disturbing element in one's private life, preventing\nafternoon nap or a spin into the country. How dares\nMr. Matisse to draw things one cannot see How dares\nEzra Pound or Richard Aldington or Alfred Kreymborg to\nwrite a language one does not speak? Even if one does not\nspeak his own Engl oh. mother's tongue, one has learned his\nlittle French or German in school—also for the sake of that"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "628", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2545, "texte": "curse, to be counted educated. And the critic of the family\npaper is \"against it.\" Artists simply have to learn tc express\nthemselves so that they can be commonly understood. Other-\nwise, the Art can go to blazes, especially the Art of our\ncontemporaries, because the citizen has, by reason of the\nafore-mentioned education, his beloved \"classics\". In the\nmuseums are the most wonderful pictures, and people who\nwould never think of visiting them are indignant that there\nis being charged an entrance fee on certain days and just\non those days when they intended to revel in Art. Music\nalways had\" to be paid for in cash, but there, one has the\nadvantage of sitting in a comfortable chair now you,\ndear reader, if you meet men and women who speak to you\nin strange-sounding voices, whose language seems different\nfrom your own and therefore foreign to your own self; if\nyou see their paint'ngs which are strange to your eyes\nbecause your eyes have never seen their like before, do not\njoin the chorus of the Romans. Do not assail them because\nit is more coiliforaible to walk the path trodden by the\nmillions. But try t) be yourself—your unbiassed self, and 10,\nthe miracle will be performed and your eyes will see with\ntheir eyes and your ears will hear with their ears and your\nlanguage will become their language and the beauty outside\nof you will become a part of yourself and the universe will\nbe a part of you and you will be a part of the universe. The\njoy of others will be your joy, and your sorrow will be the\nsorrow of the wond; and you will be nearer—oh, so much\nnearer to the solution of your existence before you have to\nreturn to the nothing out of which you came.\nThe Nutshell\n\"Taking tea with Longfellow\" is the pleasant experience\nof A. G. Heaton, the Editor of this unique communication\nsent out by him into the world quarterly.\nThe Art Critic\nThis new magazine devoted to art criticism contains very\nlittle criticism of art. I do not believe that is is essential\nto know market values and financial returns of pictures in\norder to appreciate their artistic merits.\nThe New Review\nAn additional feature of this critical survey of International\nSocialism is the publication of a complete play in each issue.\n\"Will he come back?\" by Felix Grendon is not bad.\nThe Edison Monthly\nThe historical articles and illustrations of the same by old\nand rare prints add importance to the monthly numbers of\nthis magazine. \"The Descent of the Brick\" draws attention\nto a subject otherwise scarcely thought of to write about."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "629", "page_fin": "630", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.16", "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": "629", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 43, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2909, "texte": "The Last of the War Correspondents\n_ In the garden he pQses and we talk but it is to von Krieg-\nelstein he gives all his attention. Villa does not smoke. We\nhave_ the word of the New York World editorially for this.\nThat is why he is rolling a corn shuck continuously. Pardon\nthe degressions. Poor Villa is the most maligned aristocrat\nin Mexico. He really loves the common people enough to\nmake them behave and work for the common good which will\nbe headed by Pancho Villa. See Government of the United\nStates for a parallel. Only V ill a will have to shoot a few\nmore deluded peons who are with the Carranza army before\nthe common good comes about. The baron likes Villa. He\nremarks after the meeting:\n\"Villa is an orang-outang with the heart of a tiger.\"\n\"Will he rule Mexico?\"\n\"Absolutely, and the best that can happen to them.\"\nMerely opinion, but von Kriegelstein has seen twenty-one\nyears of revolution. It is now possible to get an article out,\nfor the announcement comes that the wires to the United'\nStates are open. This is August the sixth, and the baron is\ninterested to learn that his country is now at war with most\nof Europe. Even Chihuahua is excited although used to war\nfor four years and there is no war just as interesting as your\nown. There are reservists to gather at once, who\nhave been officers in Austria. They must be financed out in\na hurry for they all know something of benefit to Austria\nrp 11 *\nine baron must go.\nVon Kriegelstein shows excitement for the first time. This\nis the great war that he has lived for. I hurry with him, for\nnow it is useless to try and send any Mexican news. He\nmust have one interview with General Felipe Angeles, the\nartillery commander. General Angeles is no slouch. The\nFrench Government wants him in Europe this minute to\ntake charge of artillery there. He is acknowledged in secret\ncircles of Europe to be the best military expert in the world.\nYes, he is a Mexican. He has more and better artillery than\nthe United States. He also has more than one day's am-\nmunition for it. No, he will not invade the United States.\nHe is too good a general for that, although he imagines he\nmight be able to hold the Southern State for a year. The\nconversation is in highly technical French.\nGeneral Angeles knows the baron. They figure out some\ninvolved things. Shucks, but von Kriegelstein is the type of\ncorrespondent who foolishly acquired military knowledge in\nthe absurd belief it made him better able to understand and\nreport war. Not needed now. Didn't think I needed it myself\nuntil I knew the baron a while. Languages helped somewhat,\ntoo. Witness him that day.\nHe speaks French with General Angeles, goes to the little\nrestaurant under the Hotel Francia and jabbers a moment in\nChinese with the proprietor, talks Spanish on the street, enters\nthe Hotel Palaccio to get a draft cashed and talks with the"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "630", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 317, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2014, "texte": "Danish owner in Danish, meet Ihmkoff, the Russian salesman\nfor a shoe company in St. Louis, damns him out and his\ncountry in satisfactory Russian, hurries me along in English,\nchats an instant in Turkish with a salesman who has been\nmarooned probably as a punishment for trying to sell oriental\nrugs and winds up by bowing in Japanese to the attache who\nhas just come over from Torreon. He could have spdken to\nthe Jap in Jap, because his complete repertoire of languages\nis fourteen, in six of which he writes articles. English he\nlikes best, because there are some hundred thousand more\nwords to pick and choose a meaning than in any other\nlanguage. So he says, but I have never verified it.\nAre you beginning to believe that the last of the war cor-\nrespondents was von Kriegelstein?\nBefore we left Chihuahua, the Russian attempts to have the\nbaron murdered, a matter of money there, the same as in\nNew York. The man selected is the renegade Brooks, an\nAmerican army deserter, who is playfully accurate with a\npistol when executing helpless Federal officers. He is affec-\ntionately known as \"Fierro's Gringo\" and lives up to the\nquality of his master. But he meets the wrong man in von\nKriegelstein, who promises to shoot him out of hand. Brooks\nmeans nothing, he says, and produces an American army colt\nautomatic marked United States property. He will remove\nthe magazine to explain the new colt to the baron. He does\nremove it and is about to point the empty pistol at the baron\nwhen von Kriegelstein covers him with his own pistol telling\nhim to take out the bullet that remains. Brooks is very\nsurprised that he should have made such a mistake. He\nremoves the bullet. There is no accident."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "630", "page_fin": "630", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Statement of the Ownership, Management, etc., of Bruno's", "titre_sommaire": "Statement of the Ownership, Management, etc., of Bruno's", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "630", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 2016, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2751, "texte": "Statement of the Ownership, Management, etc., of Bruno's\nWeekly, published weekly at New York, N. Y., for April Ist,\n1916, required by Act of August 24th, 1912. Editor:—Guido\nBruno, Post Office address, 58 Washington Square, New\nYork, N. Y., Managing Editor, Guido Bruno; Business Man-\nager, Guido Bruno; Publisher, Charles Edison, Llewellyn\nPark, W. Orange, N. J. Owners: Charles Edison and Guido\nBruno. Known bondholders, mortgagees and other security\nholders, holding 1 per cent, or more of total amount of bonds,\nmortgages or other securities: None. Signed, Charles Edi-\nson. Sworn and subscribed to before me this 29th day of\nMarch, 1916, Frederick Bachmann, Notary Public, State of\nNew Jersey. My commission expires July 2, 1917."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[631]", "page_fin": "[631]", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[631]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1596, "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Book*\nBooks for Christmas Gifts\nsingly or in sets for people who have neither time nor oppor*\ntunlty ta select for themselves, or for those who hare not access to the\nbest book marts. Why not begin collecting nowt\nAddress, E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nJ\n1 BUY BOOKS\nSingle volumes, small lots, and libraries; autograph\nletters of known literary men and artists, drawings,\npictures and engravings. Address\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Care of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq.\nFor Houses, Apartments or Rooms, Sec\nPEPE & BRO.\nREAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. Washington Square\nTelephone 4119 Spring Cor, of MacDougal Street\nBeing a book\nINWH I C H\n<we say just what we think. Published every month by Norman-Bet\nGeddes at 756 Second Avenue in Detroit, Michigan. It is a little\nhonk uniquely illustrated. Write for sample copy.\nCHARLES KEELER\nIN RECITALS OF HIS OWN POEMS\nTHE VICTORY—Songs of Triumph. Price, one dollar\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third edition. G. P. Putnam*.\nSons, New York & London. Price $1.50.\nSONGS OF A WANDERER. In manuscript\nTHE MIRROR OF MANHATTAN. In manuscript\nDANCE RYTHMS. In manuscript.\nMr. Keeler recites selections from all the above and his varied\nand unique programs are full of interest and inspiration both\nin the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates for\nCalifornia Tour in June, July and August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. GOMME\nThe Little Bookshop Around the Corner\n2 East 29th Street New York City"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-15-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-15_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[632]", "page_fin": "[632]", "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=bmtnaaq19160415-01.2.19", "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": "[632]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 865, "texte": ">v\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nAt No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N. Y. C.\nGail* Bthm. Muhw\nThis Week'# Performances\nHond*7, 8:48 p. m. Bruno Players\nTuesday, 8:45 p. m. Bruno Players\nWednesday, 8:48 p. m. Bruno Players\nThursday, 8:45 p. m. Bruno Players\nFriday, 8:45 p. m. Muslcale\nSaturday, 8:00 p. m. Bruno Players\nSaturday, 8:15 p. m« Muslcale\nAak or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free.\nThere can be no pleasanter place to hear\nthat remarkable Edison Record\nh * ,\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 attar of commercialism\n■«* . *** < ;<\nA postal will bring joi, with o«r\ncompliments, an interesting little\nPhone! Stayresant 4570 biography of Mr. Titos. A. Edison"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents April 15th, 1916\nW. & G.\n\nCoulton Wough"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[614]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright April 15th, 1916. Original matter, including all\ndrawings, may not be reproduced without permission of Guido\nBruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit is given to\nauther and Bruno's Weekly.\nA T\n■ CHARLES EDISON'S LITTLE THIMBLE THEATRE\nAT NO. TEN FIFTH AVENUE, GREENWICH VILLAGE, N.Y.C,\nTHE STATE FORBIDS!\nBy SADA COWAN\nand\nTHE STRONGER\nBy AUGUST STRINDBERG\nGUIDO BRUNO, Manager and Director\nEVERY MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY and THURSDAY\nAT 8.45 P. M. AND SATURDAY AT 3 O'CLOCK\nONLY 65 SEATS AT ONE DOLLAR EACH\nTo be had at the BOX OFFICE, 10 FIFTH AVENUE, or by mail\nReaders of Bruno's Weekly\nare asked to become\nSubscribers\n52 ISSUES FOR TWO DOLLARS"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[615]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 16.\nAPRIL 15th, MCMXVI.\nVoir ii.\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nAve Maria Plena Gratia\nOscar Wilde.\nFlorence\nIV as this His coming! I had hoped to see\nA scene of woUdrous glory, as <was told\nOf some great God who in a rain of gold\nBroke open bars and fell on Danae:\nOr a dread vision as <when Semele\n&\nSickening for love and unappeased desire\nPrayed to see God's clear body, and the fire\nCaught her white limbs and slew her utterly.\nWith such glad dreams I sought this holy place,\nAnd now with wondering eyes and heart I stand\nBefore this supreme mystery of Love:\nA kneeling girl with passionless pale face,\nAn angel with a lily in his hand,\nAnd over both with outstretched wings the Dove.\n\nDisasters and Poetry\n\nIN olden times, when a big catastrophe occurred, bringing\ndeath to many people, and damage to much property,\nartists and poets promptly took possession of what had trans-\npired, made it a subject for reverie and were transported into\na playground of fantasy and inspiration. After the earth-\nquake which demolished Lisbon in 1755, an entire literature\nVas created. Poets, on wings of imagination, visited the\nruins of the city and themselves felt the power of the\nmysterious spirits that shook the earth and disturbed the\ndepths of the planet. They wept with those whose most\ndearly beloved lay buried beneath the debris and voiced in\nsong the praises of the heroism and sacrifices of men and\nwomen who were brave enough to forget their own safety,\nwhen friends, or even neighbours, were in danger.\nOther catastrophes of the eighteenth century likewise won\nthe glorification of their heroes. So Goethe erected an ever-\nlasting monument to the memory of the seventeen-year-old\nJohanna Sebus. Everywhere there seemed to rule a desire\nto preserve in the jewel box of memory a momentous hour of\ndanger.\nAnd not long ago, indeed, even a few days after the terrible\nChicago holocaust of 1871, poets the country over evinced\nits inspiration by paying tribute to the heroes of the de-\nvastated city as well as to the unseen force which burst\nits bonds and blazed forth in such mighty power. Through-\nout the world and in many languages rang the rhythmic\ncantations born in the wake of the disaster. Bret Harte was\none of the first to greet the sorrowing world with a poem.\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier dedicated another to the victims\nof the smitten city."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "616", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAnd what of to-day?\nIndeed, we are not lacking catastrophes in the present age.\nWith the progress of civilization, to be sure, they seem to\nhave increased in frequency and horror. We need but recall\nthe tragedies since the war started. Think of the many lives\nand millions of dollars worth of property buried beneath the\nruins of San Francisco and the hundreds of thousands of\nvictims of the present war.\nAnd each time there awakes amid the horror of such\ntragedies the same heroism of olden times. Men are certainly\nno less valiantly inclined and ready to sacrifice to-day than\ncenturies ago. - But still our catastrophes bring us no poesy\nas in the past. Our poets do not sing the praise of these\nheroes. They turn their eyes from the sinking city.\nThey do not spar with the envious wizards of the inner\nearth, who vent in terrific cataclysms their jealousy of happy\npeople. They do not reach in despair with the drowning for\nthe splintered mast, with the fighting for new strength.\nAnd yet, are not these very subjects rich enough in grandeur\nto inspire the artistic soul to the most fantastic dreams?\nDreaming?\nYes; there is the point. We dream no longer.\nWe are a generation of newspaper readers. We possess\nno more the faculty to picture in our thoughts the catastrophe\nwith all its dreadful consequences—to allow our fantasy an\nunbridled rein, which she must have if something poetically\ntrue is to be materialized from the fabric of fact. There is\nmade to hover over the grim region, where death harvested,\nno fanciful twilight whose outlines are hazy. There is no\nmystic belief in the animosity of personified elements. The\ncold, daily press compels us to see everything in broad day-\nlight and too obvious reality.\nThe \"Special Correspondent\" sent to the scene of the dis-\naster, telegraphs homeward and over the world in his dry,v\nor what is worse, his pompous, sentimental English, all the\ndetails a few hours after things have happened. He inter-\nviews the relatives of the dead and the sick, and the eye\nwitnesses and gleans his information so that he may be able\nto relate all in the most minute detail.\nOf course, we learn too about the heroes and heroic deeds;\nand should fortune decree that a man of financial or social\nstanding should excel in bravery or calmness in the moment\nof danger, the news cables vibrate gleefully the story of his\nflattery and praise. The disaster is then portrayed to us in a\nmanner as though it had been enacted by the heavenly powers\nfor one purpose only—to give the excellent character of this\nCroesus or social leader a dignified background. Certainly,\ntoo, there are loyal bards who will sing submissively of his\npraise. But loyal bards are very seldom, perhaps never, good\npoets. The good poets remain silent during catastrophes.\nAnd the reason for this is that everything that happens is\nsobered into sordidness by the press dispatch. Newspapers\nvie to excel in offering lurid descriptions of the disaster. And"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "617", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nso we learn of a catastrophe in all its gruesome entirety.\nWe read its extent and know just how many were killed and\nhow terribly their bodies were mutilated. This arouses in\nus a sadness, an admiration for the heroic and a desire to\naid the suffering.\nBut when the imagination is smothered, the artistic inspira-\ntion is lost. And, indeed, should a poet depart from the trend\nof the times and write about a catastrophe he would have\nlittle effect and—what to the nowaday poet is most vital,—\nlittle or no popularity. The newspaper, which satisfies and\narouses his curiosity, conveyed the same narrative more\ncorrectly, in greater detail and in a way, perhaps, better\nunderstood by the masses.\n\"My paper has this better,\" says *he subscriber, and laughs\nabout the poet, who doesn't seem to know the cruel details\nand correct descriptions of the disaster location.\nNone would deny the merits of the newspaper of to-day.\nIt renders speedy succor possible and brings relief to the\nunfortunate. And with our rapid transport facilities, im-\nmediate news despatches are a necessity. But the daily press\nis killing all dreams, educating a fantasy-lacking race and\nparalyzing poetical desires. Because of it the catastrophe\nof to-day is not followed by poesy. We are robbed of the\nfaculty of seeing with our own inner eyes and are compelled\nto look at everything as thousands of others about us see the\nsame. There is stolen from the disaster and the heroic deed\nof unselfishness the romance, without which we cannot feel\npoetically.\nAnd so we may say unhesitatingly: What is clicked over\nthe wires is lost for Art.\n\nGuido Bruno.\n\nReminiscences of Tommaso Salvini\nBy Hugo Ballin (New York)\nIT was excessively cold the first time Tommaso Salvini called\nto see me in the big empty studio in the Piazzo Dona-\ntello in Florence. On that day the hills of Fiesole were\npatched with snow, as if some mighty visitor from the North\nhad left the impress of his powdered sole. Through my\nsouthern window the little oval English cemetery intercepted\nmy view. The naked trees, like imploring hands clawed the\ncheerless heavens for a ray of kindly warmth. Salvini knocked\nat my door at about ten in the morning. He refused to take\noff his large heavy bat-winged coat. The thermometer\nregistered about 55 degrees F. My big fat tin drum stove\nwas very useless on that day as on all other days. The more\nwood I fed it, the less it worked. It seemed to grow stubborn.\nThe ashes that formed within its body, choked it. It was\nsorrow-bound for four cold months. It was the most in-\neffectual bit of machinery ever reared by man. I called it a\nstove because it stood where stoves are supposed to occupy\na studio and from its collar-bone a long black unpainted tube"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "618", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nran up sixteen feet to an exit that was the most efficient exit\never numbered. The Gordigiani, the proud owners of this\nequipment, had other possessions such as the building in\nwhich this treasure was housed, and in their drawing-room-\nhung the most remarkable collection of chilled tapistries that\never graced an unpainted wall. But all this is quite irrelevant.\nSalvini knew the Gordigiani, but on that cheerless day he\ncame to me.\nThose days in Florence were not exactly happy ones. Even\nHope, the most constant friend an aspiring painter has,\nhad left me. She flew South on the wings of my far-reaching\ndesires to linger where the waters are ever blue and where\nthe sweet-voiced and ill-behaved daughters of Oceanus port-\nholed cruising parties and behaved so surreptitiously. I re-\nmained in Florence because I had contemplated remaining\nand I would no more break this resolve than a thousand lire\nnote.\nI had met Salvini in his home. I entertained a suspicion\nthat the first time he called to see me, he went abroad to\nfind more comfort in the rooms of another. His house was a\nvery cozy place, full of photos and fragments of tabards and\nmorions and Lochaber axes that crossed halberds in palmated\narrangement. It was essentially an actor's home, crowded\nwith souvenirs. I remember him reading to me in his ground\nfloor room; that was sixteen years ago on a bright morning\nin early Spring when life had returned on the breath of a\nsoft message from Aeolus. /\nPerhaps Salvini's friendship for me was very sincere be-\ncause he found me alone working with very swollen hands,\ndue to the cold, trying to realize an ideal in the face of these\noppositions. There must have been pity in his heart, for after\nthat we often saw each other and when I was not in Florence\nhis letters were a great source of interest and enjoyment.\nI shall quote his letter written Oct. 21st, 1902.\nMost dear Mr. Ballin:—\nAs you see (referring to a small photograph) I am still\nin the country with my Newfoundland between my knees.\nIn a few days I shall return to Florence, via Gino Capponi 17.\nIn general my health is .good with the slight exception of\nsome small annoyance, which persuades me that I have not\nacquired seventy-four years for nothing. But what can be\ndone? Suffer it until death.\nI too know the Island of Capri. Its location is incom-\nparable, so poetic and inspiring. Who can tell how many\nsketches you have made? Are they compositions for a large\npainting? Why do you say that you have admired these\nplaces for the last time? You are young and can return to\nthem, not once but twenty times, while to me it is forbidden\nto visit America, not having much time before me.\nI can be naught but thankful for the kindly memories you\ncherish of me, I beg of you to always have them. It makes\nme pleased and happy."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "619", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThis letter will find you in that country of energy and\nloyal people for whom I have deep sympathy and affection.\n1 hope that you will cross the ocean safely and that you will\nenjoy perfect health. Every time you wish to give me news\nit will give me a holiday.\nBelieve me with respects,\nYours affectionate and devoted\nTommaso Salvini.\nAnother letter dated Siena per Vagliagli, Aug. 18th, 1903\n1 am sure will be of interest.\nGentilissimo Ballin:—\nIf I could write and speak English as you write and speak\nItalian, I would consider myself a sage; you will therefore\nsee how I must not criticise any slight error in your letter.\nYes, gentle friend, many were the inducements which the\nimpressarios, Liebler & Co., personally made to me, and I\ncould not refuse to return once more to the United States.\nIhis will be settled next April.\nI will act in Italian with an English company in which your\nbeautiful star Miss Robson is to take part. If you will tell\nme something concerning this young actress I will consider\nit a favor.\nI am now in my domain to escape the warmth of the city.\nIn October I am going to Asti and Torino to commemorate\nin a production of Saul, the centenary of the death of Vit-\ntorio Alfieri, our grand tragic poet, and afterward I shall re-\nturn to Florence where I will prepare myself for the new tour.\nI believe I have always answered your very welcome letters\nand I do not merit the reproach you make of my not having\nwritten you. My correspondence is enormous. I do never-\ntheless answer all my letters.\nYour country never ceases and with time it ameliprates.\nAs! me! I always cherish the advancement of that great\ncountry.\nI am sending you a clipping which will give you pleasure.\nRead it and congratulate me in time. In the meanwhile I\nexchange best wishes. Consider me always your affectionate\nand devoted friend,\nTommaso Salvini.\nThese two letters are typical. I always found him sincere\nand kindly. The last time I saw him was four years ago in\nFlorence when I called at his home with my wife. He was\nrehearsing his son and daughter-in-law for a production in\nwhich they were to appear that afternoon.\nWe drove up to the amphitheatre at Fiesole and under a\nsoft blue sky we saw \"Edipus Rex.\" The air was never\nsofter and the seats were never harder."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "620", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFlasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nVermouth\nrJ*HOU canst unbind by potency unique,\nThe tangled skein of misty souvenirs,\nAnd bring again, defiant of dull years,\nThe mantling pulse of youth unto the cheek.\nUrged by thy warmth, the fancy loves to seek\nThe roses of a past that disappears,\nAnd by some recollection that endears,\nOnce more, in charm, forgotten words to speak.\nThe sunlight of the past will then return\nWarming the soul; and I, oh blessed boon\nAnd resurrection of the things that fade,\nRecall the happy days for which all yearn,\nWhen first I heard on Venice's lagoon,\nThe soft adagio of a serenade!\nAbsinthe\ncomes thy fatal, fascinating charm?\n. Thy fumes are sharp, dire as Medusa's tears,\nIn thy green depths a tempting demon leers,\nLeading the victim on without alarm.\nThy trait'rous poison makes the senses warm;\nDull minds, grown vivid, grasp the distant spheres;\nBut ah, the sad reaction, when the tears\nOf madness flow, when maniac fancies swarm!\nTo me, thy glorious Lethe ever shows\nSome godless wretch, with haggard eyes and pale,\nSeeking the shame of brutal bagnios.\nOr, mixed with powder, when all else doth fail,\nI see thee make impetuous Zouaves scale\nStern Malakoffs that teem with countless foes!\n\nA Fable\nSadakichi Hartmann.\nQNCE upon a time two beautiful maidens went bathing,\none was named Falsehood and the other Truth. After\ngamboling to their hearts content in the water, Falsehood\nstepped out first and, true to her nature, she stole and dressed\nherself in the robes \"of Truth and ran away. When\nTruth came out she found the robes of Falsehood lying on the\nbank; she, however, true to her nature, would not don them\nbut went her way as it was, and that is why we so seldom\nmeet with \"Naked Truth.\"\n\nThe Perversity of Love\nErnest Peabody.\nQNE day Love dropped an arrow from his quiver. A short,\nstout little lady picked it up and with many blushes,\nreturned it to its owner.\n\"Ah! Sweetheart!\" said Love, \"you shall have your reward,\"\nand he shot the arrow at a man who was passing. •\nAnd the man, alas! was tall and slim."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "621", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nA Greenwich Village Anthrology\n(With apologies to Edgar Lee Masters)\nSardonyx\nSadakichi Hartmann\nWhere he came from and where he is going\nThat is not the main thing.\nThe main thing is that he is Sadakichi Hartmann,\nA strange sardonic figure,\nThe author of Christ and Buddha.\nBut great as are his Christ and Buddha\nGreater still, more piteous and more splendid\nIs the drama called Sadakichi Hartmann.\nThe Nameless One\nThere were two people in Greenwich Village.\nOne of them belonged to the oldest and most infamous\nprofession for women.\nShe created nothing; her mission was to destroy.\nThe other was an artist who created beautiful things.\nMark the irony.\nThe artist died.\nThe nameless one will live to a hale and hideous old age.\nFor Death will have his little joke.\nEven in Greenwich Village.\nAlfred Kreymborg\nIn a selfish age\nThis man is kinder*'to \"Others\" than to himself.\nHe obeys the maxim\n\"Do unto 'Others' as you would they should do unto\nyou.\"\nShelley was the poet's poet.\nAlfred Kreymborg is more than the poet's poet.\nHe is the-poet's friend.\n\nA Publishers' Club\n\nScribner persisted in weeping.\n\"If Americans cling to their new fad of reading American\nliterature,\" he gasped, \"our great British writers will starve.\"\n\"Our great American writers,\" Holt reminded him, \"have\nstarved for years.\"\n\"They're used to it,\" Dodd putin, \"and we're not. We're\npublishers.\" 5\n\"We'll starve too, though,\" Houghtonmifflin groaned. \"We\nhave loaded ourselves with British novelists in sheets. British\npoets by the wagon load.\"\n\"The jig,\" MacMillan roared, \"is up!~ The fools won't buy the\npeotry and prose of the Londoners just because they're Lon-\ndoners.\" '\n\"Couldn't we work up a centennary of some British jiovelist?\""}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "622", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nDodd asked this. He was snapped up crossly by Houghton-\nmifflin.\n\"No, we can't have any more centennaries of British novel-\nists. We can't live on any more scandals about British poets.\n\"You don't mean,-' gasped Scribner, \"that Dodd'll stop The\nBookman?\"\n\"How can Dodd stop The Bookman when it isn't going, you\nfool?\" roared MacMillan.\n\"Boys!\" yelled Doubleday, \"this trick will save us.\"\nHe held up the picture of Byron, now labelled in large letters\nwith the name of Charles Brockden Brown.\n\"I see the game!\" cried MacMillan. \"I'll have a statement in\nnext Sunday's World to the effect that we've always stood\nfor American literature.\" \"\nEven the weeping Scribner had to join in the laugh with\nwhich they all broke into the chorus of \"stuff the public, stuff\nstuff, stuff, publishing is nothing but a game of bluff.\"\n\nFrom The Bang, Alexander Harvey's Fearless Weekly.\n\nThe Stranger\nEmily B. Stone.\n\"\"THERE came to the colony a young man whose face was\nunmarked by care and whose blue eyes contained a deep\nhappiness.\nThe people stared at him, but none thought to offer him\nlodging. They did not inquire his name nor from what\ncountry he had journeyed.\n\"He is not like us,\" said one, and he berated the new-comer\nwith coarse words and threw stones at him.\n\"Let him alone.\" said another; \"his odd conceits may serve\nto make our children laugh;\" and he gave to the calm young\nstranger a gay cap with bells.\nBut a third said, \"This wanderer speaks words which we\ndo not understand. He is mad.\"\nSo they built with great stones a tower and imprisoned\nthe beautiful stranger, not dreaming that his name was\nWisdom and that he had come from their far-away Father-\nland.\n\nLonging\nCharles Keeler.\nTTOR the unutterable,\nFor the ineffable\nAm I longing\nIn dead of night;\nFor the rose unfading,\nThe song unending,\nThe heart unchanging,\nFor love, for light!\nI would gather the stars,\nThe flowers of heaven;\nFor my garden bright\nIs the beautiful whole;\nI would stray with thee\nO'er night's wide meadow,\nO spirit maiden,\nO radiant soul.\nFrom \"The Victory—Songs of Triumph\""}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "623", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "624", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nReligion\nTom Sleeper.\nAND it came to pass that I pondered on the reason for my\nbeing. And as time passed my spirits drooped within\nme—my days became sunless and my nights abysmal—for I\nknew_ not my purpose. And 10l as I sat, brooding by the\nmargin of a pool, watching the pale white lilies nodding one\nunto the other, the figure of a man appeared unto me coming\nfrom out the hemlock grove. And he came close to me and\nspoke words of counsel. And I thought unto myself: \"I will\ndo that which this man counseleth,\" and arose and went\nstraightway unto mine own house.\nThen it came to pass that after three days I stood before\nthe oracle and I spoke unto him three questions: Whence\ncame I? By what rule must I live? Whither do' I go?\nAnd the oracle answered unto me saying: \"These are mighty\nmatters of which ye speak.\"\nThen drew away the oracle unto himself. And after the\nmoon had risen I went again unto him for an answer. And\nhe replied, saying: \"Oh ye of little faith! Know ye not that\nthe Kingdom of Heaven is like unto rare gems that are hid-\nden, and that he that liveth by the spirit shall have ever-i\nlasting life? Let thy faith circle then round about like unto\na cqat of armor. Believe for in believing lies all virtue.\"\nAnd I prostrated myself before him in reverence and in\nworship. And after I had made offering of gold and of silver\n—of sandal-wood and of rare spices I returned unto mine own\nhearth exalted.\n• •\nYet, I knew not the meaning of that which was spoken\nunto me.\n\nIn Our Village\nWH. ENEVER the Great sojourn among us and we have- a\nchance to see the daily life of men whose works we do\nadmire, we view it through the magnifying glass of the\nunusual; stories—really only everyday observations—pass on\nfrom mouth to ear and from ear to mouth. That is how\nhistory is related. A rich field for biographers.\nMany and various are the stories told about Sadakichi\nHartmann and his indispensable valet, during his last visit\nto our village. Inseparable like a shadow, watchful like a\ndog, inspired with a mission like an apostle, is that little\nman whom Sadakichi chooses to intrust the care of his bodily\nwelfare.\nHe is never far. If he does not announce the arrival of\nSadakichi he is carrying his master's overcoat or rain-coat\nand that ominous hat-box which contains not only a black\nsombrero but also other useful objects which might come\nin handy if a man decides quickly to do something quite\ndifferent than he has planned on leaving his hoifie. He is\nmore than a body servant, who keeps shoes fhined, the.\nproper crease in trousers and all those other things which are"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "625", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe daily routine of a \"man\". He is the screen Sadakichi\nchooses often to put between himself and the world. He is\nthe bearer and deliverer of messages, the plenipotentiary\nextraordinary on occasions most difficult and delicate.\nIt was at a dinner recently in the home of a well-known\npatroness of Art on the north side of the Square. Sadakichi\nwas one of the guests of honor. He was in that mood in\nwhich one enjoys a well-prepared repast and awaits anxiously\nthe arrival of the demi-tasse. A lady well-known as a soulful\npoetess was sitting at his right. She is one of those women\nwho are not content to leave buried the romance of their\nlife and to plant faithfully flowers of the season around the\ntombstone, but who are trying constantly to exhume the\ncarcass, to force to new life what was dead and should re-\nmain so for ever. She spoke to Sadakichi; she spoke con-\nstantly. He was undisturbed, partaking of the different\ncourses of the dinner. The slight signs of annoyance were\nnot noticed. The lady talked. It was too much for Sada-\nkichi! \"Call my valet\" he said to the butler, while everybody\nwas rising.to repair to the next room for the demi-tasse. The\nvalet appeared. Sadakichi calls hkn \"valet,\" never by name.\nThat man doesn't seem to have a name at all. He must have\nbeen born as Sadakichi's valet, and to be his valet seems to\nbe identical with his life. He appeared; he did not take notice\nof anybody in the room. He stood there all attention, like\nthe despatcher of torpedoes before the commander of his\ncraft.\n\"Valet,\" Sadakichi thundered at-him, \"take my place at the\nside of this lady (pointing to the soulful poetess who was\nstill talking) drink a demi-tasse with her and exchange\ncommonplaces.\nOut he walked and the bang which sounded through the\nhouse indicated that Sadakichi had not waited for the foot-\nman to open the door for him. How long the valet remained\nin the drawing-room I do not know, and if he drank a demi-\ntasse with the soulful poetess and exchanged commanplaces *\nwith her I could not ascertain.\nAnd then it was on an afternoon in the Brevoort. Maria\nAppel, the sculptress who had just finished the bust of Sada-\nkichi, interrupted a serious session of his, around a round\ntable: \"Your bust is ready; it is good; it is wonderful; it is -\nnot only a likeness; it is a masterpiece. I will ship it to-\nmorrow to an exhibition, up-town. You MUST come and\nsee it at once!\"\nSadakichi who at first had indignantly interrupted his ap-\nparently more important conversation with his companions\nat the table, looked around for a few seconds as if searching\nfor something and then, wheeling around in his chair: \"Valet\"\nwith such a strong voice that Emily Stevens in the next room\nwas visibly disturbed in the consummation of her scrambled\neggs, and the waiters rushed to the door ready for an affray.\nHeavy steps quickly approaching. The valet with hat-box\nand rain-coat.\n\"Valet\" roared Sadakichi, \"Go home with the sculptress,"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "626", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nlook at my bust and then come back and report to me if\nit looks like me.\" And he resumed his conversation.\nAgain I do not know if the sculptress accepted Sadakichi's\nproxy and if he proved himself a competent art critic.\nDoctor Reitman, the advance agent of Emma Goldman,\nundertook some time ago to manage a series of lectures for\nSadakichi. They had a disagreement of some sort, a long\nargument that lasted for hours which culminated in the final\nbreak-up of business associations. These were the partinsr\nwords of Sadakichi:\n\"You are permited to greet me but I will not talk to you—\nthat shall be your punishment!\"\nTom Sleeper, the hermit of the New Jersey mountains, poet\nand ponderer of the riddles of the Universe, left, as we are\ninformed by authentic sources his solitary hut, has thrown\naway the hair-cloak to invade after an absence of months\nthe village on last Wednesday eve. He came in a Ford\naccompanied by a man who as rumor, and he himself as-\ncertained, will be married to the woman of his choice in less\nthan fourteen days. Tom Sleeper had been segn the week\nprevious in Hoboken but he assures us that he did not take\nadvantage of the marriage facilities of this peace-loving\nsuburb. Tom took, as 'he always does upon his arrival, a\nsolitary on the square in worshipful -reverence of the\ngreat spirits deceased and still among us, before he pil-\ngrimaged to Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre. While\ndeeply meditating upon the fate of unborn children of per-\nsons unfit to be parents, and upon questions of preparedness,\nhe tried his best to start his Ford. He succeeded after 'a\nwhile and leaving for the better illuminated haunts of upper\nNew York, he shook off the impressions the Bruno Players\nhad made upon him during the performance he had at-\ntended with a \"Develish thing, this Sada Cowan's 'The State\nForbids'.\" Ziegfield's Follies were his antidote. Careless as\nevery proprietor of a Ford, he wanted to leave his car un-\nwatched in front of the New Amsterdam, trusting that thieves\nrecognize the make of an automobile at first sight. A ben-\nevolent policeman drew his attention to the fact that someone\nmight take a chance on it, being a brand new one. But no-\nbody did. And in the chill of the early morning hour did\nhe start back for his home mountains, leaving behind him the\nlures of the Great White Way, of the haunts of our village\nwhose foremost citizen he will remain even be he not in\nour midst as of yore. Yes! New Jersey! life\nfor you! Far out fhere in its plains and in its mountains!\nMany were the notable personages who pilgrimaged down\nto Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre during the last\nweek and honored the Bruno Players with their illustrious\npresence.' Kaufman, he of \"Around the Town\" in the Globe\nhad come, seen, and listened. It was particularly nice and\ncomforting to have it from him himself that he was pleased.\nZoe Beckley of New York Evening Mail fame, who inter-\nviews on the average more queer and famous people in one\nyear than the ordinary human being has a chance to meet"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "627", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nm a lifetime attended one of the 'performances and ac-\nknowledged frankly she knew nothing of the Bruno Players\nbefore this evening, which marked a historical moment in\nher lite, lo know so much and not to know the Bruno\nPlayers is a distinction of its own. With pleasure did we\ninhale the fragrance of this bouquet, Zoe Beckley!\nHelen Roland accompanied her, she, the renowned sage\nof the Evening World's magazine page. And Emma Goldman\nto her°me t0 SCe \"ThC State Forbids\" Tt was not new\nMiss Sada Cowan, who wrote the play presented by the Bruno\nI layers was pleased with her work. She viewed it, accom-\npanied by her mother, from the first row, and she is quite\ndifferent from any other author of plays. She had no sug-\ngestions to offer nor changes to make.\nMr. Walcott, the great Dramatic censor of a still greater\ndaily paper, sat-through the whole performance very atten-\ntively. He was accompanied by his yellow gloves his\nspectacles and his walking cane.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nThe Citizen and Art\ncitizen does not criticise anything so keenly and so\nself-lordly as Art. Every new appearance of literature,\nmusic and painting gives him a welcome chance for his\njests and jokes. Just like the paranoiac, he sees the .megalo-\nmania under whose illusions he himself labors, in the artist\nThe citizen hates Art because Art seems to him \"useless\"'\nArt does not transmit to him news. It doesn't bring him\nfacts and it is very hardly avoidable, because Art :s it is\nharp to say why, and surely it must be lamented—a part of\nsociety. But Art is obtrusive and therefore one must find\nimaginary, sham causes for a defence. One simply has no\ntime tor Art. Life to-day is very strenuous. Every pro-\nfession claims the whole man and the whole woman, and in\nthe evening it is the duty of everybody to look for recreation.\nOne s mentality must be unhitched, and it was never hitched I\nis more automatic than to follow one's profession.)\nTo acquire a surface knowledge—in order to be counted\namong the educated the daily newspapers suffice and a\nknowledge of names The new novel of Richard Harding\nDavis, a new drama by Shaw, the new poems of the friend\nthe lawyer, are bought and one has done his duty. The\nmusical comedy \"Du Jour\" the average citizen would take\nin three times. Yoii know it is necessary to recognize the\nmelodies in the cabaret! Everything else done for Art is\nfelt as a disturbing element in one's private life, preventing\nafternoon nap or a spin into the country. How dares\nMr. Matisse to draw things one cannot see How dares\nEzra Pound or Richard Aldington or Alfred Kreymborg to\nwrite a language one does not speak? Even if one does not\nspeak his own Engl oh. mother's tongue, one has learned his\nlittle French or German in school—also for the sake of that"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "628", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncurse, to be counted educated. And the critic of the family\npaper is \"against it.\" Artists simply have to learn tc express\nthemselves so that they can be commonly understood. Other-\nwise, the Art can go to blazes, especially the Art of our\ncontemporaries, because the citizen has, by reason of the\nafore-mentioned education, his beloved \"classics\". In the\nmuseums are the most wonderful pictures, and people who\nwould never think of visiting them are indignant that there\nis being charged an entrance fee on certain days and just\non those days when they intended to revel in Art. Music\nalways had\" to be paid for in cash, but there, one has the\nadvantage of sitting in a comfortable chair now you,\ndear reader, if you meet men and women who speak to you\nin strange-sounding voices, whose language seems different\nfrom your own and therefore foreign to your own self; if\nyou see their paint'ngs which are strange to your eyes\nbecause your eyes have never seen their like before, do not\njoin the chorus of the Romans. Do not assail them because\nit is more coiliforaible to walk the path trodden by the\nmillions. But try t) be yourself—your unbiassed self, and 10,\nthe miracle will be performed and your eyes will see with\ntheir eyes and your ears will hear with their ears and your\nlanguage will become their language and the beauty outside\nof you will become a part of yourself and the universe will\nbe a part of you and you will be a part of the universe. The\njoy of others will be your joy, and your sorrow will be the\nsorrow of the wond; and you will be nearer—oh, so much\nnearer to the solution of your existence before you have to\nreturn to the nothing out of which you came.\nThe Nutshell\n\"Taking tea with Longfellow\" is the pleasant experience\nof A. G. Heaton, the Editor of this unique communication\nsent out by him into the world quarterly.\nThe Art Critic\nThis new magazine devoted to art criticism contains very\nlittle criticism of art. I do not believe that is is essential\nto know market values and financial returns of pictures in\norder to appreciate their artistic merits.\nThe New Review\nAn additional feature of this critical survey of International\nSocialism is the publication of a complete play in each issue.\n\"Will he come back?\" by Felix Grendon is not bad.\nThe Edison Monthly\nThe historical articles and illustrations of the same by old\nand rare prints add importance to the monthly numbers of\nthis magazine. \"The Descent of the Brick\" draws attention\nto a subject otherwise scarcely thought of to write about."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "629", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last week)\n\nThe Last of the War Correspondents\n_ In the garden he pQses and we talk but it is to von Krieg-\nelstein he gives all his attention. Villa does not smoke. We\nhave_ the word of the New York World editorially for this.\nThat is why he is rolling a corn shuck continuously. Pardon\nthe degressions. Poor Villa is the most maligned aristocrat\nin Mexico. He really loves the common people enough to\nmake them behave and work for the common good which will\nbe headed by Pancho Villa. See Government of the United\nStates for a parallel. Only V ill a will have to shoot a few\nmore deluded peons who are with the Carranza army before\nthe common good comes about. The baron likes Villa. He\nremarks after the meeting:\n\"Villa is an orang-outang with the heart of a tiger.\"\n\"Will he rule Mexico?\"\n\"Absolutely, and the best that can happen to them.\"\nMerely opinion, but von Kriegelstein has seen twenty-one\nyears of revolution. It is now possible to get an article out,\nfor the announcement comes that the wires to the United'\nStates are open. This is August the sixth, and the baron is\ninterested to learn that his country is now at war with most\nof Europe. Even Chihuahua is excited although used to war\nfor four years and there is no war just as interesting as your\nown. There are reservists to gather at once, who\nhave been officers in Austria. They must be financed out in\na hurry for they all know something of benefit to Austria\nrp 11 *\nine baron must go.\nVon Kriegelstein shows excitement for the first time. This\nis the great war that he has lived for. I hurry with him, for\nnow it is useless to try and send any Mexican news. He\nmust have one interview with General Felipe Angeles, the\nartillery commander. General Angeles is no slouch. The\nFrench Government wants him in Europe this minute to\ntake charge of artillery there. He is acknowledged in secret\ncircles of Europe to be the best military expert in the world.\nYes, he is a Mexican. He has more and better artillery than\nthe United States. He also has more than one day's am-\nmunition for it. No, he will not invade the United States.\nHe is too good a general for that, although he imagines he\nmight be able to hold the Southern State for a year. The\nconversation is in highly technical French.\nGeneral Angeles knows the baron. They figure out some\ninvolved things. Shucks, but von Kriegelstein is the type of\ncorrespondent who foolishly acquired military knowledge in\nthe absurd belief it made him better able to understand and\nreport war. Not needed now. Didn't think I needed it myself\nuntil I knew the baron a while. Languages helped somewhat,\ntoo. Witness him that day.\nHe speaks French with General Angeles, goes to the little\nrestaurant under the Hotel Francia and jabbers a moment in\nChinese with the proprietor, talks Spanish on the street, enters\nthe Hotel Palaccio to get a draft cashed and talks with the"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "630", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New\nYork, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act of March\n3d, 1879.\n\nDanish owner in Danish, meet Ihmkoff, the Russian salesman\nfor a shoe company in St. Louis, damns him out and his\ncountry in satisfactory Russian, hurries me along in English,\nchats an instant in Turkish with a salesman who has been\nmarooned probably as a punishment for trying to sell oriental\nrugs and winds up by bowing in Japanese to the attache who\nhas just come over from Torreon. He could have spdken to\nthe Jap in Jap, because his complete repertoire of languages\nis fourteen, in six of which he writes articles. English he\nlikes best, because there are some hundred thousand more\nwords to pick and choose a meaning than in any other\nlanguage. So he says, but I have never verified it.\nAre you beginning to believe that the last of the war cor-\nrespondents was von Kriegelstein?\nBefore we left Chihuahua, the Russian attempts to have the\nbaron murdered, a matter of money there, the same as in\nNew York. The man selected is the renegade Brooks, an\nAmerican army deserter, who is playfully accurate with a\npistol when executing helpless Federal officers. He is affec-\ntionately known as \"Fierro's Gringo\" and lives up to the\nquality of his master. But he meets the wrong man in von\nKriegelstein, who promises to shoot him out of hand. Brooks\nmeans nothing, he says, and produces an American army colt\nautomatic marked United States property. He will remove\nthe magazine to explain the new colt to the baron. He does\nremove it and is about to point the empty pistol at the baron\nwhen von Kriegelstein covers him with his own pistol telling\nhim to take out the bullet that remains. Brooks is very\nsurprised that he should have made such a mistake. He\nremoves the bullet. There is no accident.\n\nStatement of the Ownership, Management, etc., of Bruno's\nWeekly, published weekly at New York, N. Y., for April Ist,\n1916, required by Act of August 24th, 1912. Editor:—Guido\nBruno, Post Office address, 58 Washington Square, New\nYork, N. Y., Managing Editor, Guido Bruno; Business Man-\nager, Guido Bruno; Publisher, Charles Edison, Llewellyn\nPark, W. Orange, N. J. Owners: Charles Edison and Guido\nBruno. Known bondholders, mortgagees and other security\nholders, holding 1 per cent, or more of total amount of bonds,\nmortgages or other securities: None. Signed, Charles Edi-\nson. Sworn and subscribed to before me this 29th day of\nMarch, 1916, Frederick Bachmann, Notary Public, State of\nNew Jersey. My commission expires July 2, 1917."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[631]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160415-01.1.19", "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. 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