{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_sha256": "1c550c8bfbaca4324c70c19878bc244311f85459357a5c44e5c0d66c94d5fcff", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Djuna Barnes", "titre_sommaire": "Djuna Barnes", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 101, "fin_caractere_exclue": 113, "texte": "Djuna Barnes"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[631]", "page_fin": "[631]", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Easter", "titre_sommaire": "Easter", "signature_source": "Marion William Reedy", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[631]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 323, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2121, "texte": "Easter\nMarion William Reedy.\nEaster! It is an assurance that death does not rule the world.\nWe need it, viewing the wide welter of war, Those dead over\nthere died for something beyond death and the life they so freely\ngave. They die that other men may live, that certain ideals,\nhowever dimly or distortedly conceived, may have assurance of\n■ persistence. They die, too, at the urge of mighty forces using them\nfor ends we must believe are good. Do we not see that Life burns\nbrighter for the mighty orgy of Death? Is there not sensibly a\nspiritual quickening of men before the tragedy of the dozen nations\nsworn to slaughter? Is not Pity succeeding Rage, and Hate in its\nown futility engendering Love? IVhen truly was the world, more\ndesirous of peace than now, when war figs purged its,spirit through\nits horrors? How many evils this war will sweep, away! An old\nworld is dying in*blood. A new world is being born in cataclysmic\ntravail. The old earth has come through mat?v wars and to\nbetterment. The race of man has learned through suffering. It\nhas forgot and has had to learn again and more. Death perpetually\nrenews Life. And Love wields both in interplay, The tieoPles will\nbe nearer one another for this present madness, If we believe not\nthis, the universe is . a madhouse and the law of being is the\nemanation of an Infinite Idiot. The millennium is yet far off.\nThere will be other wars, other purifications by fire and blood.\nA God, they say, died for us. We shall have to die often for the\nGod within ourselves, till all but the God shall-remain dead and\nthen His kingdom come. There shall be myriads of Ea*tzrs ere\nthe agonies be done,- if ever. And endless loveliness of recurring\nSprings \"with that nameless pathos in the air\" for all that die that\nSpring may come to be. 1 •> • '"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[631]", "page_fin": "633", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Some Personal Recollections of Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "Some Personal Recollections of Greenwich Village", "signature_source": "Euphemia M. Olcott", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[631]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 2123, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2648, "texte": "Some Personal Recollections of Green-\nwich Village\nBy Euphemia M. Olcott\nTHE contact of our family with Greenwich Village dates\nback to the days of my great-grandfather, the Rev. John\nM. Mason, D.D., of the Presbyterian Church in Murray Street,\nwho lived for some time at what became the corner of\nEleventh Street and Sixth Avenue. I never saw him, but\nvisited the house in my childhood, when it Was occupied by\nan old Mr. Pringle, who was a friend of the family. .-My\nmother was born away out in the dbuntrv, on Lovers' Lane"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "632", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2863, "texte": "on the Odthout Farm, where her grandfather had rented\nhouse to take his family out of the reach of cholera, the\nprevalent in the city. She was born on the third of Augus\n1819—a contemporary of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He\nbirthplace was a frame house with hip roof. In after year\na brick front was put on and the hip roof was straightene\nup with bricks. The house was divided into two, and becam\neither 32 and 34 West Twentieth, Street, or 34 and 36—I at\nnot sure which. Only a dozen year ago, when business mad\nits inroads into that section, I discovered workmen razin\nthe building, and the next one having been previously de\nmolished, I could see the outline of the old roof and som\nof the original clapboards. Much to the amazement of th\nlaborers I asked for and secured some pieces of these clap\nboards and distributed sections of them at our family dinne\ntable on the next Thanskgiving Day. My mother grew u\nat the corner of Fulton and Nassau Streets, her father beinj\nthe Rev. John Knox, D.D., whose pastorate of forty year\nwas in the Collegiate Dutch Church. She often visited ii\nGreenwich Village, both at her grandfather's and at the hom\nof Mr. Abraham Van Nest, which had been built an<\noriginally occupied by Sir Peter Warren. But she neve\nthought of going so far for less than a week! There was ;\ncity conveyance for part of the way, and then the old Green\nwich stage enabled them to complete the long iournev. Thi\nran several times a day, and when my mother committed he\nhymn,\n\"Hasten, sinner, to be wise\nEre this evening's stage be run,\"\nshe told us that for some years it never occurred to her tha\nit could mean anything in the world but the Greenwich stage\nMr. Van Nest's house was as dear to my young days as t<\nthose of my mother. It was a square frame house on ;\nslight elevation in the midst of land bounded by Fourth an<\nBleecker, Charles and Perry Streets. It was the countn\nresidence of a gentleman, with flower and vegetable gardens\na stable, a cow, chickens, pigeons and a peacock, all dear t<\nchildish hearts. And likewise „\n\"In that mansion used to be\nFree-hearted hospitality.\"\nFrom its doors many children had married and gone fortl\nbefore my time came, and the mother I never knew. Bu\n\"old Mr. Van Nest,\" a faithful elder in our church, one es\npecially liberal in his ideas of what the ministers ought t<\nreceive, and his daughter, Miss Katherjne Van Nest, mad<\nmany young hearts happy, not only the returning grand\nchildren, but those who, like myself, could present onlj\nclaims of friendship with kinship. A large hall ran througl\nthe house and a large mahogany table stood there, and thi:\nwas always furnished with a large silver cake-basket full o\ndeclicious sponge-cake, a batch of which must have beer\nmade every morning, I am sure, by the colored cook. Anc\nfrom this basket we were urged—no! We never needec"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "633", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2922, "texte": "urging—we were permitted to help ourselves—and we did.\nThis was just for ordinary days, but yearly, at least, there\nwas a children's party where mirth and jollity reigned and all\nold-fashioned games were played and every child carried\nhome a charming- little gift. A party dress then was—l\nremember one such very distinctly from my pride in its\nacquisition—a red merino, short enough to show the white\npantalettes which went down to our ankles, and over it a\ndotted Swiss muslin apron with straps over the shoulders.\nAnd we felt just as fine as the more bedizened little creatures\nof to-day—and I yield to no generations, before our days\nor since, in the good times we had.\nIt was in 1843 that my mother married, her father then\nbeing resident at the corner of Fourth and Mercer Streets.\nThere I was born in 1844, and when I was two months old\nI was carried to her home, where I still reside. This is\nin Thirteenth Street, west of Sixth Avenue. There was a\ndrug store, kept by Mrs. M. Giles, on the corner, and beyond\nthat lot began a row of dwelling houses of which my father\nbought the fifth, but latterly business has absorbed four of\nthese, so that we are now the first residence on the block. It\nwas very far uptown in those days—there is a letter still\nextant which predicts that my mother will never see her\nold friends for they cannot go so far up—and it was thought\nvery narrow,, being only twenty feet wide. Oilcloth was in\nthose days laid in the halls, but my grandfather advised\nagainst it, saying, \"Throw down a strip of carpet, Helen:\nyou won't stay here five years.\" She Stayed sixty-five, until\nshe was within two months of ninety years, when she went\nto her home above. Nine children were born there, one of\nwhom made a brief stay in this world—but eight of us grew\nup, four boys and four girls, a natural, wholesome, noisy,\nmerry set of youngsters, whose old-fashioned ways would\ndoubtless amaze the succeeding generations. Just to mention\none thing—no Sunday paper has ever been delivered at our\ndoor.\nThe location, considered from a sanitary point of view, has\nalways been excellent; in fact, it was a knowledge of this that\ndetermined its choice. The Croton water was in the house,\nand even a bath-tub, but no stationary tubs for a good many\nyears and well do I remember seeing the maids on Monday\nafternoon carrying out the round tubs and emptying thein\ninto the gutter, and great was our glee if the water soused\na great black pig from its siesta—for these creatures roamed\nat large and were the only scavengers of any consequence.\nWell do I remember also the introduction of gas and how\nwe followed our father from room to roo'm as he triumphantly\nlit each burner. It was a frolic after that on winter evenings\nto shuffle across the carpet and light the gas with an electric\nspark from the tips of our fingers, I being the one most\nusually successful in this feat."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "634", "page_fin": "634", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Cielkovska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "634", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2737, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Cielkovska\nApril Ist, 1916.\nTRIENNALE. A selection from the leading art-groupi\nand limited to artists of French nationality furnishes «\ngood, tangible object-lesson of what is to be expected oi\nmodern French art and serves as apdlogy for a display at th<\npresent juncture. Naturally it is chiefly retrospective, not\nin its representatives, but in the works it summons together\nmost of these being already familiar to habitues of the annua\nshows. A judicious, deliberate eclecticism balances the mosl\nopposed schools one against the other: Matisse versus Bon-\nnat; Harpignies versus Marquet; Mme. Marval versus Mile\nDufau, etc. Besides the veteran Harpignies there are others\nDegas, and Renoir, who here introduces himself as a sculptoi\n—a young, debutant sculptor, nearly eighty years oic Dy tne\nway. Claude Monet is missing, but in his stead there are\nSignac, as president of the Independants, and Odilon Redon\nwho has dared, and quite exceptionally, to honour these walls\nfor he does not care to mingle in \"mixed\" society as a rule\nAnd it is well for his companions, they being painters oi\nvarying degrees, high or low in the scale, but merely painters\nand M. Redon on another plane, outside their zone of opera-\ntions. The same criterion does not apply to them and tc\nhim. It is clear that they struggle for some technical su-\npremacy, while he, possessing his technique, possessing it in\nthe sense that the Japanese masters possessed theirs, aims\nand achieves, through an amazing mastery of his materials\nthe absolute liberation of the material element in painting.\nHis art is not only art, but an art.\nOn all hands artists are making a stand against the war-\ndeluge. Some yield prudently to the general turmoil by\nindividual transformations and, realizing the vanity of prac-\ntising ''fine\" art at its finest just now, adapt their skill to\nmore accessible forms, and we have painters and sculptors\ntrying their hand at toys in response to a demand for the\nFrench and, especially, artistic idea. M. Poulbot, the\ndraughtsman, had, years before the war, set an example with\nhis gutter-snipe dolls. Mile. Poupelet, our leading woman-\nsculptor and one of our leading artists, irrespective of sex,\nwas one of the next to make an attempt in this direction, and\n** has gathered round her who model and carve and\ncarpenter for the intended amusement of the young and the\ncertain admiration of the old. Several exhibitions have al-\ni eady been held in Paris and New York, yielding success\nsurpassing anticipation, though it is not to be supposed that\nthe more remarkable qualities some of these little knick-\nmore obvious purpose is par-\nticularly apparent to the general public. \"\nFrom\"The Egoist\" London"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "635", "page_fin": "635", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Come, William et al", "titre_sommaire": "Come, William et al", "signature_source": "Edgar Lee Masters", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "635", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1579, "texte": "Come, William et al\nBy Edgar Lee Masters\nPOME William, you are the author of \"Currents of\nDestiny.\"\nCome, Theodore, you wrote \"Cowardly Skrinking from\nDuty.\"\nCome, both of you, America needs you.\nWe have a problem.\nIt is called: \"Neutrality, or The Freedom of the Seas.\"\nWe will make it into two problems,\nFor it would be a shame\nTo waste both of you on one problem.\nOne problem then is Neutrality,\nAnd that's for you, William.\nAnd one is The Freedom of the Seas,\nThat's for you, Theodore.\nAnd first where do the Currents of Destiny take us,\nO, William, in the handling of neutrality?\nAnd if we do not shrink in a way too cowardly *\nMay we have the freedom of the seas,\nO, Theodore?\nAhem! There are difficulties!\nFor it is nice to stop the submarines,\nBut it would be nice to ship goods, wouldn't it.\nTo .neutral countries?\nBut how can you do it\nWhen certain foreign consuls at our ports\nWon't let you?\nAnd if they won't let you, where's your neutrality.\nAnd your freedom of the seas?\nWell, now, Theodore, how shall we not shrink\nIn a way cowardly or otherwise?\nAhem! we could drive these consuls from the custom\nhouses,\nAnd send battleships\nTo convey America's meat!\nBut if we did,\nWhat would become of our precious Philippines\nWhich came to us on the currents of destiny\nAnd through bravely doing our duty\nAnd not cowardly shrinking from it\nAhem! You get the secret thought no doubt!\nCome, William!.\nCome, Theodore!\nWhat shall we do?\nFor you who piloted the Republic to such glory\nCan certainly take us to the Islands of the Blest!\nVia Reedy's St. Louis Mirror."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "636", "page_fin": "636", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.6", "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": "636", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1302, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nWater\nI HEAR strange voices in the warm, swift rain,\nThat falls in tumult upon town and field;\nIt seems to tell a mystery unconcealed,\nYet heiroglyphic to a mortal's brain.\nIt sighs and moans as if in utter pain\nOf some colossal sorrow, never healed;\nIt warns of awful secrets unrevealed,\nAnd every drop repeats the sad refrain.\nAnd then I think of the enormous sea\nFed by these drops, with drifting wrecks bestrewn,\nAnd dimly, vaguely, like a far-off sound,\nThe meaning of their sorrow comes to me,\nFor they may be, oh rare, considerable boon,\nHeaven's humble mourners for the unnumbered\ndrowned.\nBrandy\n'P'HY mighty power stirs up the sluggish blood\nTo craft and cunning and rejuvenate fire,\nAnd fills again with raptures of desire\nThe failing sense that drowns in armour's flood.\nThe spirit's song, freed from our carnal mud,\nThen soars supreme, and grandlier doth aspire,\nAnd with new vigor that can never tire,\nThe flowers of fancy burst within the bud.\nIn nobler ways, even yet, thou prov'st thy might,\nWhen soldiers, strengthened by thy drops of flame\nForget their gory wounds in frantic zeal.\nAnd with high souls all thrilling for the fight*\nAssault dread bastions for their country's fame,\nAnd lead their flags thro' labyrinths of steel!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "636", "page_fin": "637", "image_debut": 8, "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Festival of Ba Yueh Dzieh", "titre_sommaire": "The Festival of Ba Yueh Dzieh", "signature_source": "Alan W. S. Lee, Wuhu, China", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "636", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1304, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2097, "texte": "Chinese Letters\nThe Festival of Ba Yueh Dzieh\nBy Alan W. S. Lee, Wuhu, China.\n'P'HIS is the night of perfect beauty, the night of worship,\nthe Festival of the Moon—ba yueh dzieh. It is seven\no'clock, and all through the land of the Middle Kingdom ttie\nBlack Haired People turn their faces to the East. On every\none of the little hills around about Wuhu (sedgy lake) stand-\ngroups of men, women and children, on every high place they\nstand in silhouette against the ever deepening light of the\neastern sky. They stand with outstretched arms to welcome\nthe Moon, waiting silently, patiently, until she shall appear.\nLights glow in the temple under the Pagoda on the hill,\nbut they shine wan and faint against the bright glory behind\nit. Suddenly the silence is broken, the big bell in the temple"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "637", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1687, "texte": "of Gwo Yin and the bells from the pagoda boom across the\nfields of rice to the country across the river. Bells from the\ntemple inside the city call back and forth to each other, gongs\nclang sharply, the thud of big drums and hollow wooden\ninstruments mingle into one continuous sound, and under it\nall is the low murmur of many voices.\nThe figures on the highest hill are frantically waving their-\narms for they have seen the Moon, and now over the edge\nof the hill her great golden arc swings slowly up behind\nthe Pagoda. It is a perfect night, and all the city is out ta\ndo worship to Her—Astarte, Diana, Ashtoreth,\nAll yesterday and to-day the streets of the city and all the\ncountry roads were crowded with men and women, bearing\nbaskets full of incense. It was almost impossible to get along\nthe Chang Giai, as no one was in a hurry, and every one\nwanted to stop and talk to every one else, for yesterday was\nalso a holiday. „\nNow from every square, every yard and open place thick\nclouds of pale blue smoke rise to the Moon, and she is glad\nfor on no other night of the year has she been so beautiful.\nThis is not a religious festival, Confucians, Buddhists, Taoists,\nShintoists, and Mohammedans worship the Queen of Night\ntogether.\nFrom my table goes up three streams of incense smoke,\nfragrant and sweet, from burners of brass, and por-\ncelain.\nThe Moon is well above the hills'now, and by her light I\ncan see a water buffalo lying half-submerged in the pool\nacross the road. The air is full of whirling lights, and fire\nworks of many kinds. The gongs, and bells and the fire\nworks will continue all night, and not until dawn will the\nweary people stop for sleep."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "637", "page_fin": "638", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "A Publishers' Club", "titre_sommaire": "A Publishers' Club", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "637", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1689, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2725, "texte": "A Publishers' Club\n\"Look here, Scribner! Don't be downcast. The vogue of\nAmerican literature in the United States may'be only tempo-\nrary.\"\nWith those consoling words, the obese Macmillan slapped\nthe weeping Scribner on the back; The weeping Scribner\nwas not consoled.\n\"It's all very well for you, Macmillan,\" he sighed. \"You\ncan spend your best years in New York on a list that is\nBritish and then give bold interviews to the newspapers\nabout the encouragement you have given to American litera-\nture. But we Scribners live by beating the British drum.\"\nHe buried his Anglican countenance in a London pocket\nhandkerchief.\n\"This procession is about to start!\" roared Uoubleday. \"All\nbanners must bear the portraits of American authors.\"\nA quaint procession they formed as they sallied out of the\nPublishers' Club, trying hard to look as if they had ever done\nanything for American literature. Houghtonmifflin, in his\ncapacity as the most Anglicised of them all, took the lead.\nDodd, caught with the British goods on him, paraded side*by"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "638", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1827, "texte": "sidewith Putnam, who carried a British flag painted over to\nresemble the stars and stripes.\n'I'm afraid;'''sighed Harper, as they turned into Fifth Ave-\nnue* \"we'll' never bluff them with this sort of thing.\"\nHe looked dtibiously at an Americanized list issued in a\nhurry to suggest that it wasn't made in London.\n\"You don't know Matmillan,\" murmured Holt. \"He can\ndisguise himself so cleverly that you'd read the map of Lon-\ndon in his face with difficulty at first.\"\n' Just then the procession, with Appleton at the head of it,\nturned out of Fifth Avenue into a side street, halting in front\nof a private residence.\n\"Now, boys,\" yelled Doubleday, \"give 'em Yankee Doodle.\"\nThey burst into a chorus of \"Rule, Encyclopoedia Britan-\nnicat\" As New York publishers, they thought the tunes\ninterchangeable. They had not been singing very long, when\na bedroom window above their heads flew open and the\nReading Public appeared.\n\"Oh, I say!\" cried Scribner, clapping a monocle to his eye.\n\"Amewican literachach, ye know! We're for it. Henwy\nJimes—that sort of thing, ye know.\"\n\"Bah Jove!\" struck in Macmillan. \"We're very American,\nwhat! Marion Crawford—er—ah!—Jack Lon'.\"\n\" 'Mericaii, s'elp me bob !\" Holt was addressing the Reading\nPublic now. \"Poe, you know. Hawthorne. Ya'as, ya'as!\"\n\"But,\" asked the Readiiig Public, suddenly, \"why must you\nNew York publishers wake me up out of my bed in the mid-\ndle of the night to tell me you are friendly to American litera-\nture?\" :\nAll eyes were turned oti Macmillan, but that Anglican was\nunable to bluff on the spur of the moment. Before they knew\nit a hose was turned on them, and as they fled bacl to the\nPublishers' Club, the dripping Scribner assured the soused\nDodd that Macmillan had made a fool of them all again—\nwhat?\nAlexander Harvey in his Weekly \" The Bang.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "638", "page_fin": "638", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Sonnet", "titre_sommaire": "Sonnet", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "638", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1829, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2514, "texte": "Sonnet\nOscar Wilde.\n1 wandered in Scoglietto's green retreat.\nThe oranges on each o'erhanging spray\nBurned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;\nSome startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet\nMade snow of all the blossoms, at my feet\nLike silver moons the pale narcissi lay:\nAnd the curved waves that streaked the sapphire bay\nLaughed i' the sun, and life seemed very sweet\nOutside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,\n\"Jesus the Son of Mary has been slain,\nO come and fill his sepulcher with flowers.\"\nAh, God! Ah, God! those dear Hellenic hours\nHad drowned all memory of thy bitter pain,\nThe Cross, the Crown, the Soldiers, and the Spear.\nWritten in JHoly Week at Genoa"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "639", "page_fin": "639", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Our Daily Press", "titre_sommaire": "Our Daily Press", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "639", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 31, "texte": "Our Daily Press"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "639", "page_fin": "639", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; 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[n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Automobiles and Things", "titre_sommaire": "Automobiles and Things", "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": "640", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 419, "texte": "Automobiles and Things\nTom Sleeper.\nWE sat all day on a rock high above the sea, propped\nagainst a solitary ragged cedar.\nAnd the wind rising over the cliff blew drenching fogs\nagainst us.\nWe sat quietly, not very far apart.\nAt last, stiff and dripping, we swashed thru the cran-\nberry swamp towards home—slowly, very, very\nslowly.\nThat was a long, long time ago—\nI wonder if we would call that fun now?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "640", "page_fin": "640", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Two Things by Cat's Paw", "titre_sommaire": "Two Things by Cat's Paw", "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": "640", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 421, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1873, "texte": "Two Things by Cat's Paw\nA Man Without Money\nA MAN without money is a body without a soul—a walking\ndeath—a spectre that frightens every one. His counte-\nnance is sorrowful, and his conversation languishing and\ntedious. If he calls upon an acquaintance he never finds him\nat home, and if he opens his mouth to speak, he is interrupted\nevery moment, so that he may not have a chance to finish\nhis discourse, which it is feared may end with his asking\nfor money. He is avoided like a person infected with disease,\nand is regarded as an incumbrance to the earth. Want wakes\nhim up in the morning, and misery accompanies him to bed\nat night. The ladies discover that he is an awkward booby—\nlandlords believe that he lives upon air, and if he wants any\nthing from a tradesman, he is asked for cash before delivery.\nThe Fortitude of a Pig\nTHE stoicism of a pig is enviable. The manner in which\nhe receives the injuries heaped on him is no proof of it,\ncertainly but his mode of bearing them after they are\ninflicted, is truly his own. No creature on earth can make\nmore noise than he does to prevent himself from being hurt;\nbut that is excellent policy. He seems to know the value\nof the old proverb, \"It is better to prevent than to cure.\"\nBut when he finds the thing is done, he is silent, and as\npatient as Job himself. Indeed, if .fob had been allotted to\nbear what a pig bears we might be permitted to doubt his\npatience. The trials of swine are great."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "640", "page_fin": "643", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "640", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1875, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2430, "texte": "In Our Village\nBUT if we look back on the scenes of what we are accus-\ntomed to call the Village, back of the Square, west of\nFifth Avenue and still more west of Sixth Avenue, our illusion\nvanishes. Back of the community which seems so unique with\nits worshipful reminiscences of the old, with its stately man-\nsions, with its touch of cosmopolitan grandeur as it is voiced\nevery night in the Brevoort, the Lafayette, in Mazzini's, in the\nGreenwich Village Inn, or in the studios of our pur popular\nones who harbor refugees from all belligerent countries:"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "641", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3188, "texte": "Ragged children playing on sidewalks and thoroughfares,\nbabies which rightfully should be in the arms of their moth-\n■ ers left in the care of older sisters or brothers, sitting on\ndoorsteps or fighting for a place on one of the few benches\nof Washington Square. The illusion that we are living in a\nvillage, superior and extraordinary, vanishes quickly if we\nstroll around Bleecker street or down Houston or Thompson\nand all the other tenement streets. We hardly think it pos-\nsible that so few, time-worn, rickety, dirty old houses can\nserve as domiciles for so many thousands of families. Put\ntogether all the heart-touching newspaper stories and reports\nof charitable associations about human misery in the big city\nas they appear before Christmas, make a mosaic of the most\npitiful conditions humanity in a big city is subjected to . . .\nand you will have the painting, vivid in colors and natural-\nistic in conception, to which we of the Greenwich Village on\nWashington Square and on Fifth Avenue, created the much-\nadmired and talked-about frame.\nWe discarded our overcoats, the furs are properly stored\naway, we are thinking of our trip, of moving to the country;\nthe trees are budding, soft green blades of grass pe.ep bash-\nfully out of the, brown earth, the sparrows came forth from\nunder their eaves repairing their summer residences in trees\nand bushes. .\nThe sun did it. The sun with its kind golden rays, which\nare more beautiful on the dirtiest sidewalk of Little Italy back\nof our square amidst the raggedest and noisiest lot of chil-\ndren than the chiselled gold-circling around the cold, costly-\ncut precious stones in Tiffany's window on Fifth Avenue. The\nsun did it, who shines for the poorest of us just as warm\nand gladly as for the richest. The sun who finds his way to\nthe heart of every one of us, no matter where we are, no\n\"'matter what our lot in this world might be; the sun comes\nand knocks at the door of our heart, and he is persistent. We\nwill have to open, even if we think in the importance of our\nmicrobic existence that we have no time .- . . . for sun\nrays which warm our heart and for light and for love.\nOne quarter of an acre of playgrounds is provided by our\ncit)' for the thirty-five thousand children of' Greenwich Vil-\nlage. One quarter of an acre of land to play in, to romp in,\nto feel like a human being before being shut up again in the\nevening in the stuffy, atmosphere of a dingy tenement room.\nThere are large parks in other parts of the city; parks where\nthese poor little ones who do not know God's free country\ncould spend a day a»d think they had been in the country.\nBut mothers cannot take them, they have to work and slave\nfrom morning till late in the night in order to eke out a living\nafter they succeeded to earn enough to pay their rent to their\nlandlord (I cannot understand how the honorable landlords\ndare to take money for these dungeon holes, very often un-\nfit to house vermin).\nCars and elevators cannot be used without paying a fare\nand children get very hungry being out in the green using\nfor once their limbs unrestrictedly, and a proper repast has\nto be provided for them. The babies want milk."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "642", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3099, "texte": "' There is a man among us who plays St. Peter to the chil-\n'dren of Greenwich Village. He, is the gatekeeper to the\nsummer pleasures of thirty-five thousand futur citizens of\nour country. The Rev. Sheridan Watson Bell of the Wash-\nington Square Church, supported by a host of men and wo-\nmen—his true apostles—is planning for this year still more\nthan he did last year for the children of the village. No sec-\ntarian questions are being asked, no matter what nationality\nor denomination : they might call their own. They all are\nalike, they all are entitled to fresh air, to sunlight, to the\nfreedom of the country. Dr. Bell gave last year twO*hundred\nand fifty children each week a whole day in one of our city\nparks. They had a jolly ride up to the park, a lot of playing\nif they felt like it; they could lie on the green grass and look\nup to the sky, unhampered by smoke-stacks and factory build-\nings, and they could watch the passing clouds. They could\ndream, and a good substantial lunch would remind them that\ndreams come true even here on earth. And then the ride\nhomeward again, fun and laughter and tired—healthily tired,\nready for a good night's rest.\nDo you remember how often kids come up to you while\nyou are buying a ticket for a moving picture show and look\nat you with their pleading, hungry eyes: \"Please, mister,\ntake me in.\" If you are one of those who feel the warm\nspring sun even if their backs are turned to the. window,\nyou'll buy a ticket for the child and play the host.\nIf you feel inclined to give one of these thirty-five thou-\nsand children of our village eight perfect summer days away\nfrom the dusty, smoky street, send Dr. Bell one dollar. Send\nit in care of the Washington Square Church or in care of\nBruno's Weekly. What is one dollar? The tip you hand the\nwaiter after a ten dollar dinner, the price of five high-balls,\nthe price of a taxi from the Brevoort Hotel to some lobster\npalace. . . . No, not that? A part of your weekly room\nrent, almost the half of a pair of shoes or your laundry bill?\nBut think, it means sun, happiness, health to a little boy\nor to a little girl.\nOf course, you will send that dollar. But send it immedi-\nately. Bis dat,* qui cito dat.\n.A.'>* ' L - '\nDjuna Barnes, who designed the front cover of Bruno's\nWeekly this week, retired to a sedate and quiet private life.\nAfter a rather exciting career of a few years of newspaper\nwork (drawing and writing) she decided to do some real\nwork unhampered by editorial (sic!) influences. A series of\nwar pictures and among these her uncanny gripping \"The\nBullet,\" are not only the work of a promising artist, but of\none who started to really fulfill promises.\nAs well as in drawing and painting she has a style of her\nown in her literary adventures. Her. poems and her short\nstories cannot possibly be called otherwise but adventures.\nShe feels the rhythm of her inspiration and she struggles\nalong as good as she can to make us feel it too. Her inspira-\ntion is flirting constantly with her creative desires. But\nDjuna Barnes is a bad match-maker. The little things in life"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "643", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 688, "texte": "make for tragedies. Spelling, punctuation, syntax, lack of\nconcentration, are such little things. They are every-day\ntragedies in Djuna's life.\nCharles Keeler is expecting anxiously the appearance of\nhis new book \"Songs of Victory.\" It should have been out a\nfew weeks ago, but Laurence Gomme is not better than all\nthe other publishers, just a little bit late.\n- ,» » -v % 1 • ' I ......\nHamilton Owens, once upon a time the youthful Sunday\neditor for Mr. Munsey's New York \"Press,\" and who is now\nthe publisher of the \"Motion Picture Mail,\" made after a long\nabsence a trip to the village. He and his associate editor\nHomestead, were seen last week in a spaghetti house."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "643", "page_fin": "643", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "A Defense (?) of Vaudeville", "titre_sommaire": "A Defense (?) of Vaudeville", "signature_source": "W. V. Richberg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "643", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 690, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2328, "texte": "A Defense (?) of Vaudeville\nW. V. Richberg.\nVAUDEVILLE\nis excellence of execution without motive.\nDrama is motive partially dependent upon execution. In\nDrama we see life. The Drama is for people who do not see\nlife until it is acted, and for those who prefer to look at life\nonly. ,\nDrama is life. Vaudeville is the beauty of life. We enjoy\nthe beauty of life without the motive when we watch a\ngraceful diver, when we dance, in music, sometimes in paint-\nings. There are those who revel in Brahms, and discard\nWagner as. inferior. It is a matter of comparative execution.\nDrama is the idea.\nDrama, like the cigar, stimulates and continues meditation,\nresearch. Vaudeville the cigarette, affects the senses primar-\nily, the brain reflexly. Drama is for those who do -not know\nintrospection and musing, and for those who dwell exclu-\nsively on life. Vaudeville appeals to those who ARE Drama\nand seek beauty without motive, and to those who sense the\nprimitive affect, unconscious of cause.\nA Drama may be good even with poor execution; Vaude-\nville, never. A Drama is an idea well expressed in words\nand action. A Vaudeville act (not a play in a vaudeville\nprogram, but an exhibition of strength, beauty, equilibrism,\nrhythme or buffoonery) is execution and personality minus\nmotive—as is a concert. Granting that music may' have a\nmeaning-—it is sensual, not mental.\nHumor is the intermediate medium between sense and brain,\nand Drama is essentially mental, tempered—but slightly—\nby scenery and acting. Opera depends upon both motive and\nexecution, but execution is the more essential.\nTo sum up:—Drama is study; Vaudeville, enjoyment."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "644", "page_fin": "644", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.15", "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": 16, "page_imprimee": "644", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1820, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\n\nVon Zorn\nA. K.\nETDWARD ARLINGTON ROBINSON'S \"Van Zorn,\" a\ncomedy in three acts, and'published by that lady-like con-\ncern, the Macmillans is, for some reason or other, laid in Mac-\ndougall Alley, Greenwich Village, New' York. The characters\nare artists who are wealthy. With all due respect to Mr.\nRobinson as one of our foremost American poets, we cannot\napplaud a work whose relation to the life of the alley is about\nas real as an automaton is to a human being. The characters\ntalk like books, and of them all, Van Zorn himself, a wealthy\nfatalist, is the most tiresome. Villa, the heroine, is a stilted\nlady. Her attempts at wit are a painful bore. And what\nancient humor she unearths!\n\"It seems to me sometimes that funerals are better than\nweddings. When we go to funerals, we know what has hap-\npened; but when we go to weddings, we don't even pretend\nto know what is going to happen.\"\n\"A spiritd story,\" says the Macmillans. It is about as spir-\nited as the worms who wait on customers at their saintly\nsanctums on the Avenue. Technique it has, but a technique\nas academic and cold as a dead fish.\n\nFrom The Mirror, St. Louis\nAPROPOS the \"Encyclopedia Brittanica\" swindle, it is\nworthy of note that the advertising of the \"handy\" set is\niplaced by its publishers and not by the Sears, Roebuck Com-\npany of Chicago. It is the publishe«s, not the distributors,\nwho are for violation of the guarantee that the\nprice of the publication would be raised after the filling of\nthe advance orders. The cheaper edition robs the purchasers\nof the first edition of the 60 per cent, difference between the\noriginal and later prices. Subscribers to the edition should\nrefuse to complete their time payments otherwise than on the\nbasis of the lesser price for the handy edition."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "644", "page_fin": "644", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.15.1", "titre_corps": "Von Zorn", "titre_sommaire": "Von Zorn", "signature_source": "A. K", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "644", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 49, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1154, "texte": "Von Zorn\nA. K.\nETDWARD ARLINGTON ROBINSON'S \"Van Zorn,\" a\ncomedy in three acts, and'published by that lady-like con-\ncern, the Macmillans is, for some reason or other, laid in Mac-\ndougall Alley, Greenwich Village, New' York. The characters\nare artists who are wealthy. With all due respect to Mr.\nRobinson as one of our foremost American poets, we cannot\napplaud a work whose relation to the life of the alley is about\nas real as an automaton is to a human being. The characters\ntalk like books, and of them all, Van Zorn himself, a wealthy\nfatalist, is the most tiresome. Villa, the heroine, is a stilted\nlady. Her attempts at wit are a painful bore. And what\nancient humor she unearths!\n\"It seems to me sometimes that funerals are better than\nweddings. When we go to funerals, we know what has hap-\npened; but when we go to weddings, we don't even pretend\nto know what is going to happen.\"\n\"A spiritd story,\" says the Macmillans. It is about as spir-\nited as the worms who wait on customers at their saintly\nsanctums on the Avenue. Technique it has, but a technique\nas academic and cold as a dead fish."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "644", "page_fin": "644", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.15.2", "titre_corps": "From The Mirror, St. Louis", "titre_sommaire": "From The Mirror, St. Louis", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "644", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1156, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1820, "texte": "From The Mirror, St. Louis\nAPROPOS the \"Encyclopedia Brittanica\" swindle, it is\nworthy of note that the advertising of the \"handy\" set is\niplaced by its publishers and not by the Sears, Roebuck Com-\npany of Chicago. It is the publishe«s, not the distributors,\nwho are for violation of the guarantee that the\nprice of the publication would be raised after the filling of\nthe advance orders. The cheaper edition robs the purchasers\nof the first edition of the 60 per cent, difference between the\noriginal and later prices. Subscribers to the edition should\nrefuse to complete their time payments otherwise than on the\nbasis of the lesser price for the handy edition."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "644", "page_fin": "644", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Failure?", "titre_sommaire": "Failure?", "signature_source": "—Diamond Crisp", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "644", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 1822, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2072, "texte": "Failure?\n—Diamond Crisp.\nCO much was asked of me\nThat, in striving to forget,\nMy Heart was crushed.\nSo much was asked of me\nIn striving to raise my eyes\nMy lids have drooped.\nSo much ivas asked of me\nMy Soul could no longer strive;\nIn the dust I lay."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "645", "page_fin": "645", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "In a Modern Art Gallery", "titre_sommaire": "In a Modern Art Gallery", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "645", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 924, "texte": "In a Modern Art Gallery\nGuido Bruno.\nAID out on a table draped with heavy black velvet, in a\nroom without windows and with staring, orange-colored\ntapestry, was the pale body.\nThe room had no windows, the air was thick and heavy like\nthat in the Martyr Chamber of the Venetian palace, sixty feet\nbelow the ground.\nThe lifeless eyes of the corpse were opalescent. They shone\nin the darkness like badly cut opals on the velvet of a\npicturesque Mexican.\nThe orange of the walls seemed glaring and the black vel-\nvet under the carcass, fascinating like the preachment of the\nfifth Buddha, who is not born yet.\nThe orange of the walls was dazzling like the hungry eyes\nof the stray hyenas. The beasts smelt the nearness of the\ndead. They wanted to feast on his flesh, they wanted to\ncrunch his bones.\nThere was no light. There was no love. There was no\nbeauty.\nThere was black. There was orange. There was hunger."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "645", "page_fin": "645", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Gleanings From Jean Paul", "titre_sommaire": "Gleanings From Jean Paul", "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": "645", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 926, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2006, "texte": "Gleanings From Jean Paul\nThe Enemies of Freedom\nCrush every league of her friends, destroy every book and\nevery one who gave it to the world, to show us the rising\nsun of freedom, and that sun will not be reflected from one\nmirror alone, but will shine with new lustre in every frag-\nment. When the sea is smooth, but one sun shines out from\nits breast; but when broken into a thousand waves, it glit-\nters with a thousand.\nTo a Rose Bleached by the Sun\nPale rose, the sun gave thee thy bloom, and the glowing\nsun now robs thee of it; thou art like us. When the spirit,\nwhich makes the cheek of man to glow, draws nigher and\nnigher to us, it, too, makes our cheek pale, and we die.\nThought and Action\nMany flowers open to the sun, but one only follows him\nconstantly. Let thy heart be the sunflower; let it not only\nbe open to God/but bow to him, and follow him.\nFlowers on a Virgin's Bier\nStrew flowers upon her, ye, her fair friends! Once ye\nbrought flowers to grace her cradle-festivals; now she is cele-\nbrating the greatest of them all, for her bier is the cradle of\nheaven.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "646", "page_fin": "646", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.19", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "646", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 328, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1559, "texte": "The Last of the War Correspondents\nMerely an incident in his way of life is this avoiding an\naccident by pointing a pistol at a man's heart. The baron\nknows he will have to be well protected and for the first time\nhe seeks shelter in Chihuahua from individual assassins.\nUrquidi takes him to the house of Gonzales de la Garza,\nwho is later to become one of Mexico's presidents for a few\ndays' appearanec only. De la Garza is kind and gives the\nproper refuge.\n\" The next day it is Juarez and across the border.\nVon Kriegelstein is written up in Chicago as he goes\nthrough. '\nConsequently lie must get some kind of a paper, probably\nan American passport to get him over to Europe. Well, at\nany rate we said good bye and although the British cruisers\nsearched the steamer he was on—well what can one or two\nordinary humans do with a man who talks so many languages.\nBut because he was von Kriegelstein I kept thinking of\nhim after he had gone. Then came the news of his death,\nas he should have died facing the Russians whom he hated\nand wrote against-. The sun of his profession has set, but the\nstar of von Kriegelstein is rising. Like most he will be best\nknown long after he is dead because he has left his books\nto speak for him."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "646", "page_fin": "646", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "To Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "To Clara Tice", "signature_source": "Violet Leigh", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "646", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1561, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1937, "texte": "To Clara Tice\nViolet Leigh\nQ CLARA TICE\nHow very nice\nTo think about the rhymes\nThat one can frame\nAbout your name\nA hundred or more times\nO Clara Tice,\nYou rhyme with mice;\nYou should be very glad!\nI'm sure you'll find\nIt will remind\nOf the pet cat you had.\nO Clara Tice,\nYour talent's spice\nTo Guido Bruno's wit;\nAnd, in his sheet,\nWe hope to meet %\nA great deal more of it."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[647]", "page_fin": "[647]", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 355, "texte": "RARE BOOKS\nFIRST EDITIONS\nBstra MoatrstoA Baoki. Barljr Printed Books. liiwlati— Hatha\n, Bool* for Christmas Gift*\nPwchuttf nlngly or la acta for pooplo who hart neither tlmo tor oppor>\ntunltjr to aalact far themaelvea, or for thoao who hare tot accaoa to tlk\nboat book marts. Why not begin collecting nowf\nAddress, E, V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[647]", "page_fin": "[647]", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 357, "fin_caractere_exclue": 562, "texte": "I BUY BOOKS\nSlag!* volumes, small lots, and libraries; autograph\nletters of knows literary men and artists, drawiafs,\npictures and engravings. Address\n-COLLECTOR,\" Car* of Bruno's Weekly, 89 Washington Sq."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-22-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[647]", "page_fin": "[647]", "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=bmtnaaq19160422-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 564, "fin_caractere_exclue": 709, "texte": "For Houses, Apartments or Rooms, Im\nPEPE & BRO.\nSEAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. 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Price, one dollar\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third edition. G. P. Putnam's\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 Littlo Bookshop Around tho Corner\n2 East 29th Street . 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A. Edi*«»"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents April 22nd, 1916\n\nDjuna Barnes"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[630]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright April 22d. 1916. Orw»n»i mtter, iochidras •!\ndrawing*. MT not b« reproduced without pemi«i<w of Guid*\nBruM; but that permiMon nay ba aiwtnrad if credit ;« fi*«o I*\nauthor ud Bruaa'» Watkly.\nCharles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, situate\nat No. 10 Fifth Ave., Greenwich Village, N. Y. (\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nCommemoration of\nSHAKESPEARE'S BIRTHDAY\nSaturday, April 22d, 1916, at 8.45 P. M.\nEdward A. Mead will present scenes from the MERCHANT\nVENICE, from JULIUS CAESAR, from HAMLET and from\nMIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.\nMr. Edward Roberts will sing songs by Shakespeare set to mm\nby Eric Cotef.\nMiss Frances Foster, the pianist, will play old English airs\nYogue in the age of Shakespeare*\nA re-creation of Mark Anthony's oration from JULIUS CAESi\non the Diamond Disc will conclude the programme.\nReaders of Bruno's Weekly\nare asked to become\nSubscribers\n52 ISSUES FOR TWO DOLLARS"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[631]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo, 17.\nAPRIL 22nd, MCM XVI.\nVol. II\n'*/ am itidfbted for this story to Mr. Henry Collins Brown, who\ngave me permission to extract it from his beautiful ''Booh of Old\nNew York,\" printed by him privately for collectors:.\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nEaster\nMarion William Reedy.\nEaster! It is an assurance that death does not rule the world.\nWe need it, viewing the wide welter of war, Those dead over\nthere died for something beyond death and the life they so freely\ngave. They die that other men may live, that certain ideals,\nhowever dimly or distortedly conceived, may have assurance of\n■ persistence. They die, too, at the urge of mighty forces using them\nfor ends we must believe are good. Do we not see that Life burns\nbrighter for the mighty orgy of Death? Is there not sensibly a\nspiritual quickening of men before the tragedy of the dozen nations\nsworn to slaughter? Is not Pity succeeding Rage, and Hate in its\nown futility engendering Love? IVhen truly was the world, more\ndesirous of peace than now, when war figs purged its,spirit through\nits horrors? How many evils this war will sweep, away! An old\nworld is dying in*blood. A new world is being born in cataclysmic\ntravail. The old earth has come through mat?v wars and to\nbetterment. The race of man has learned through suffering. It\nhas forgot and has had to learn again and more. Death perpetually\nrenews Life. And Love wields both in interplay, The tieoPles will\nbe nearer one another for this present madness, If we believe not\nthis, the universe is . a madhouse and the law of being is the\nemanation of an Infinite Idiot. The millennium is yet far off.\nThere will be other wars, other purifications by fire and blood.\nA God, they say, died for us. We shall have to die often for the\nGod within ourselves, till all but the God shall-remain dead and\nthen His kingdom come. There shall be myriads of Ea*tzrs ere\nthe agonies be done,- if ever. And endless loveliness of recurring\nSprings \"with that nameless pathos in the air\" for all that die that\nSpring may come to be. 1 •> • '\n\nSome Personal Recollections of Green-\nwich Village\nBy Euphemia M. Olcott\nTHE contact of our family with Greenwich Village dates\nback to the days of my great-grandfather, the Rev. John\nM. Mason, D.D., of the Presbyterian Church in Murray Street,\nwho lived for some time at what became the corner of\nEleventh Street and Sixth Avenue. I never saw him, but\nvisited the house in my childhood, when it Was occupied by\nan old Mr. Pringle, who was a friend of the family. .-My\nmother was born away out in the dbuntrv, on Lovers' Lane"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "632", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\non the Odthout Farm, where her grandfather had rented\nhouse to take his family out of the reach of cholera, the\nprevalent in the city. She was born on the third of Augus\n1819—a contemporary of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He\nbirthplace was a frame house with hip roof. In after year\na brick front was put on and the hip roof was straightene\nup with bricks. The house was divided into two, and becam\neither 32 and 34 West Twentieth, Street, or 34 and 36—I at\nnot sure which. Only a dozen year ago, when business mad\nits inroads into that section, I discovered workmen razin\nthe building, and the next one having been previously de\nmolished, I could see the outline of the old roof and som\nof the original clapboards. Much to the amazement of th\nlaborers I asked for and secured some pieces of these clap\nboards and distributed sections of them at our family dinne\ntable on the next Thanskgiving Day. My mother grew u\nat the corner of Fulton and Nassau Streets, her father beinj\nthe Rev. John Knox, D.D., whose pastorate of forty year\nwas in the Collegiate Dutch Church. She often visited ii\nGreenwich Village, both at her grandfather's and at the hom\nof Mr. Abraham Van Nest, which had been built an<\noriginally occupied by Sir Peter Warren. But she neve\nthought of going so far for less than a week! There was ;\ncity conveyance for part of the way, and then the old Green\nwich stage enabled them to complete the long iournev. Thi\nran several times a day, and when my mother committed he\nhymn,\n\"Hasten, sinner, to be wise\nEre this evening's stage be run,\"\nshe told us that for some years it never occurred to her tha\nit could mean anything in the world but the Greenwich stage\nMr. Van Nest's house was as dear to my young days as t<\nthose of my mother. It was a square frame house on ;\nslight elevation in the midst of land bounded by Fourth an<\nBleecker, Charles and Perry Streets. It was the countn\nresidence of a gentleman, with flower and vegetable gardens\na stable, a cow, chickens, pigeons and a peacock, all dear t<\nchildish hearts. And likewise „\n\"In that mansion used to be\nFree-hearted hospitality.\"\nFrom its doors many children had married and gone fortl\nbefore my time came, and the mother I never knew. Bu\n\"old Mr. Van Nest,\" a faithful elder in our church, one es\npecially liberal in his ideas of what the ministers ought t<\nreceive, and his daughter, Miss Katherjne Van Nest, mad<\nmany young hearts happy, not only the returning grand\nchildren, but those who, like myself, could present onlj\nclaims of friendship with kinship. A large hall ran througl\nthe house and a large mahogany table stood there, and thi:\nwas always furnished with a large silver cake-basket full o\ndeclicious sponge-cake, a batch of which must have beer\nmade every morning, I am sure, by the colored cook. Anc\nfrom this basket we were urged—no! We never needec"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "633", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\n\nurging—we were permitted to help ourselves—and we did.\nThis was just for ordinary days, but yearly, at least, there\nwas a children's party where mirth and jollity reigned and all\nold-fashioned games were played and every child carried\nhome a charming- little gift. A party dress then was—l\nremember one such very distinctly from my pride in its\nacquisition—a red merino, short enough to show the white\npantalettes which went down to our ankles, and over it a\ndotted Swiss muslin apron with straps over the shoulders.\nAnd we felt just as fine as the more bedizened little creatures\nof to-day—and I yield to no generations, before our days\nor since, in the good times we had.\nIt was in 1843 that my mother married, her father then\nbeing resident at the corner of Fourth and Mercer Streets.\nThere I was born in 1844, and when I was two months old\nI was carried to her home, where I still reside. This is\nin Thirteenth Street, west of Sixth Avenue. There was a\ndrug store, kept by Mrs. M. Giles, on the corner, and beyond\nthat lot began a row of dwelling houses of which my father\nbought the fifth, but latterly business has absorbed four of\nthese, so that we are now the first residence on the block. It\nwas very far uptown in those days—there is a letter still\nextant which predicts that my mother will never see her\nold friends for they cannot go so far up—and it was thought\nvery narrow,, being only twenty feet wide. Oilcloth was in\nthose days laid in the halls, but my grandfather advised\nagainst it, saying, \"Throw down a strip of carpet, Helen:\nyou won't stay here five years.\" She Stayed sixty-five, until\nshe was within two months of ninety years, when she went\nto her home above. Nine children were born there, one of\nwhom made a brief stay in this world—but eight of us grew\nup, four boys and four girls, a natural, wholesome, noisy,\nmerry set of youngsters, whose old-fashioned ways would\ndoubtless amaze the succeeding generations. Just to mention\none thing—no Sunday paper has ever been delivered at our\ndoor.\nThe location, considered from a sanitary point of view, has\nalways been excellent; in fact, it was a knowledge of this that\ndetermined its choice. The Croton water was in the house,\nand even a bath-tub, but no stationary tubs for a good many\nyears and well do I remember seeing the maids on Monday\nafternoon carrying out the round tubs and emptying thein\ninto the gutter, and great was our glee if the water soused\na great black pig from its siesta—for these creatures roamed\nat large and were the only scavengers of any consequence.\nWell do I remember also the introduction of gas and how\nwe followed our father from room to roo'm as he triumphantly\nlit each burner. It was a frolic after that on winter evenings\nto shuffle across the carpet and light the gas with an electric\nspark from the tips of our fingers, I being the one most\nusually successful in this feat."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "634", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Cielkovska\nApril Ist, 1916.\nTRIENNALE. A selection from the leading art-groupi\nand limited to artists of French nationality furnishes «\ngood, tangible object-lesson of what is to be expected oi\nmodern French art and serves as apdlogy for a display at th<\npresent juncture. Naturally it is chiefly retrospective, not\nin its representatives, but in the works it summons together\nmost of these being already familiar to habitues of the annua\nshows. A judicious, deliberate eclecticism balances the mosl\nopposed schools one against the other: Matisse versus Bon-\nnat; Harpignies versus Marquet; Mme. Marval versus Mile\nDufau, etc. Besides the veteran Harpignies there are others\nDegas, and Renoir, who here introduces himself as a sculptoi\n—a young, debutant sculptor, nearly eighty years oic Dy tne\nway. Claude Monet is missing, but in his stead there are\nSignac, as president of the Independants, and Odilon Redon\nwho has dared, and quite exceptionally, to honour these walls\nfor he does not care to mingle in \"mixed\" society as a rule\nAnd it is well for his companions, they being painters oi\nvarying degrees, high or low in the scale, but merely painters\nand M. Redon on another plane, outside their zone of opera-\ntions. The same criterion does not apply to them and tc\nhim. It is clear that they struggle for some technical su-\npremacy, while he, possessing his technique, possessing it in\nthe sense that the Japanese masters possessed theirs, aims\nand achieves, through an amazing mastery of his materials\nthe absolute liberation of the material element in painting.\nHis art is not only art, but an art.\nOn all hands artists are making a stand against the war-\ndeluge. Some yield prudently to the general turmoil by\nindividual transformations and, realizing the vanity of prac-\ntising ''fine\" art at its finest just now, adapt their skill to\nmore accessible forms, and we have painters and sculptors\ntrying their hand at toys in response to a demand for the\nFrench and, especially, artistic idea. M. Poulbot, the\ndraughtsman, had, years before the war, set an example with\nhis gutter-snipe dolls. Mile. Poupelet, our leading woman-\nsculptor and one of our leading artists, irrespective of sex,\nwas one of the next to make an attempt in this direction, and\n** has gathered round her who model and carve and\ncarpenter for the intended amusement of the young and the\ncertain admiration of the old. Several exhibitions have al-\ni eady been held in Paris and New York, yielding success\nsurpassing anticipation, though it is not to be supposed that\nthe more remarkable qualities some of these little knick-\nmore obvious purpose is par-\nticularly apparent to the general public. \"\nFrom\"The Egoist\" London"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "635", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nCome, William et al\nBy Edgar Lee Masters\nPOME William, you are the author of \"Currents of\nDestiny.\"\nCome, Theodore, you wrote \"Cowardly Skrinking from\nDuty.\"\nCome, both of you, America needs you.\nWe have a problem.\nIt is called: \"Neutrality, or The Freedom of the Seas.\"\nWe will make it into two problems,\nFor it would be a shame\nTo waste both of you on one problem.\nOne problem then is Neutrality,\nAnd that's for you, William.\nAnd one is The Freedom of the Seas,\nThat's for you, Theodore.\nAnd first where do the Currents of Destiny take us,\nO, William, in the handling of neutrality?\nAnd if we do not shrink in a way too cowardly *\nMay we have the freedom of the seas,\nO, Theodore?\nAhem! There are difficulties!\nFor it is nice to stop the submarines,\nBut it would be nice to ship goods, wouldn't it.\nTo .neutral countries?\nBut how can you do it\nWhen certain foreign consuls at our ports\nWon't let you?\nAnd if they won't let you, where's your neutrality.\nAnd your freedom of the seas?\nWell, now, Theodore, how shall we not shrink\nIn a way cowardly or otherwise?\nAhem! we could drive these consuls from the custom\nhouses,\nAnd send battleships\nTo convey America's meat!\nBut if we did,\nWhat would become of our precious Philippines\nWhich came to us on the currents of destiny\nAnd through bravely doing our duty\nAnd not cowardly shrinking from it\nAhem! You get the secret thought no doubt!\nCome, William!.\nCome, Theodore!\nWhat shall we do?\nFor you who piloted the Republic to such glory\nCan certainly take us to the Islands of the Blest!\nVia Reedy's St. Louis Mirror."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "636", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFlasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nWater\nI HEAR strange voices in the warm, swift rain,\nThat falls in tumult upon town and field;\nIt seems to tell a mystery unconcealed,\nYet heiroglyphic to a mortal's brain.\nIt sighs and moans as if in utter pain\nOf some colossal sorrow, never healed;\nIt warns of awful secrets unrevealed,\nAnd every drop repeats the sad refrain.\nAnd then I think of the enormous sea\nFed by these drops, with drifting wrecks bestrewn,\nAnd dimly, vaguely, like a far-off sound,\nThe meaning of their sorrow comes to me,\nFor they may be, oh rare, considerable boon,\nHeaven's humble mourners for the unnumbered\ndrowned.\nBrandy\n'P'HY mighty power stirs up the sluggish blood\nTo craft and cunning and rejuvenate fire,\nAnd fills again with raptures of desire\nThe failing sense that drowns in armour's flood.\nThe spirit's song, freed from our carnal mud,\nThen soars supreme, and grandlier doth aspire,\nAnd with new vigor that can never tire,\nThe flowers of fancy burst within the bud.\nIn nobler ways, even yet, thou prov'st thy might,\nWhen soldiers, strengthened by thy drops of flame\nForget their gory wounds in frantic zeal.\nAnd with high souls all thrilling for the fight*\nAssault dread bastions for their country's fame,\nAnd lead their flags thro' labyrinths of steel!\n\nChinese Letters\nThe Festival of Ba Yueh Dzieh\nBy Alan W. S. Lee, Wuhu, China.\n'P'HIS is the night of perfect beauty, the night of worship,\nthe Festival of the Moon—ba yueh dzieh. It is seven\no'clock, and all through the land of the Middle Kingdom ttie\nBlack Haired People turn their faces to the East. On every\none of the little hills around about Wuhu (sedgy lake) stand-\ngroups of men, women and children, on every high place they\nstand in silhouette against the ever deepening light of the\neastern sky. They stand with outstretched arms to welcome\nthe Moon, waiting silently, patiently, until she shall appear.\nLights glow in the temple under the Pagoda on the hill,\nbut they shine wan and faint against the bright glory behind\nit. Suddenly the silence is broken, the big bell in the temple"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "637", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof Gwo Yin and the bells from the pagoda boom across the\nfields of rice to the country across the river. Bells from the\ntemple inside the city call back and forth to each other, gongs\nclang sharply, the thud of big drums and hollow wooden\ninstruments mingle into one continuous sound, and under it\nall is the low murmur of many voices.\nThe figures on the highest hill are frantically waving their-\narms for they have seen the Moon, and now over the edge\nof the hill her great golden arc swings slowly up behind\nthe Pagoda. It is a perfect night, and all the city is out ta\ndo worship to Her—Astarte, Diana, Ashtoreth,\nAll yesterday and to-day the streets of the city and all the\ncountry roads were crowded with men and women, bearing\nbaskets full of incense. It was almost impossible to get along\nthe Chang Giai, as no one was in a hurry, and every one\nwanted to stop and talk to every one else, for yesterday was\nalso a holiday. „\nNow from every square, every yard and open place thick\nclouds of pale blue smoke rise to the Moon, and she is glad\nfor on no other night of the year has she been so beautiful.\nThis is not a religious festival, Confucians, Buddhists, Taoists,\nShintoists, and Mohammedans worship the Queen of Night\ntogether.\nFrom my table goes up three streams of incense smoke,\nfragrant and sweet, from burners of brass, and por-\ncelain.\nThe Moon is well above the hills'now, and by her light I\ncan see a water buffalo lying half-submerged in the pool\nacross the road. The air is full of whirling lights, and fire\nworks of many kinds. The gongs, and bells and the fire\nworks will continue all night, and not until dawn will the\nweary people stop for sleep.\n\nA Publishers' Club\n\"Look here, Scribner! Don't be downcast. The vogue of\nAmerican literature in the United States may'be only tempo-\nrary.\"\nWith those consoling words, the obese Macmillan slapped\nthe weeping Scribner on the back; The weeping Scribner\nwas not consoled.\n\"It's all very well for you, Macmillan,\" he sighed. \"You\ncan spend your best years in New York on a list that is\nBritish and then give bold interviews to the newspapers\nabout the encouragement you have given to American litera-\nture. But we Scribners live by beating the British drum.\"\nHe buried his Anglican countenance in a London pocket\nhandkerchief.\n\"This procession is about to start!\" roared Uoubleday. \"All\nbanners must bear the portraits of American authors.\"\nA quaint procession they formed as they sallied out of the\nPublishers' Club, trying hard to look as if they had ever done\nanything for American literature. Houghtonmifflin, in his\ncapacity as the most Anglicised of them all, took the lead.\nDodd, caught with the British goods on him, paraded side*by"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "638", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nsidewith Putnam, who carried a British flag painted over to\nresemble the stars and stripes.\n'I'm afraid;'''sighed Harper, as they turned into Fifth Ave-\nnue* \"we'll' never bluff them with this sort of thing.\"\nHe looked dtibiously at an Americanized list issued in a\nhurry to suggest that it wasn't made in London.\n\"You don't know Matmillan,\" murmured Holt. \"He can\ndisguise himself so cleverly that you'd read the map of Lon-\ndon in his face with difficulty at first.\"\n' Just then the procession, with Appleton at the head of it,\nturned out of Fifth Avenue into a side street, halting in front\nof a private residence.\n\"Now, boys,\" yelled Doubleday, \"give 'em Yankee Doodle.\"\nThey burst into a chorus of \"Rule, Encyclopoedia Britan-\nnicat\" As New York publishers, they thought the tunes\ninterchangeable. They had not been singing very long, when\na bedroom window above their heads flew open and the\nReading Public appeared.\n\"Oh, I say!\" cried Scribner, clapping a monocle to his eye.\n\"Amewican literachach, ye know! We're for it. Henwy\nJimes—that sort of thing, ye know.\"\n\"Bah Jove!\" struck in Macmillan. \"We're very American,\nwhat! Marion Crawford—er—ah!—Jack Lon'.\"\n\" 'Mericaii, s'elp me bob !\" Holt was addressing the Reading\nPublic now. \"Poe, you know. Hawthorne. Ya'as, ya'as!\"\n\"But,\" asked the Readiiig Public, suddenly, \"why must you\nNew York publishers wake me up out of my bed in the mid-\ndle of the night to tell me you are friendly to American litera-\nture?\" :\nAll eyes were turned oti Macmillan, but that Anglican was\nunable to bluff on the spur of the moment. Before they knew\nit a hose was turned on them, and as they fled bacl to the\nPublishers' Club, the dripping Scribner assured the soused\nDodd that Macmillan had made a fool of them all again—\nwhat?\nAlexander Harvey in his Weekly \" The Bang.\"\n\nSonnet\nOscar Wilde.\n1 wandered in Scoglietto's green retreat.\nThe oranges on each o'erhanging spray\nBurned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;\nSome startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet\nMade snow of all the blossoms, at my feet\nLike silver moons the pale narcissi lay:\nAnd the curved waves that streaked the sapphire bay\nLaughed i' the sun, and life seemed very sweet\nOutside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,\n\"Jesus the Son of Mary has been slain,\nO come and fill his sepulcher with flowers.\"\nAh, God! Ah, God! those dear Hellenic hours\nHad drowned all memory of thy bitter pain,\nThe Cross, the Crown, the Soldiers, and the Spear.\nWritten in JHoly Week at Genoa"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "639", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nOur Daily Press\n\nSociety Columns\n\nRomance in Installments\n\nFamily Magazine Page\n\nTragedy Day by Day"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "640", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nAutomobiles and Things\nTom Sleeper.\nWE sat all day on a rock high above the sea, propped\nagainst a solitary ragged cedar.\nAnd the wind rising over the cliff blew drenching fogs\nagainst us.\nWe sat quietly, not very far apart.\nAt last, stiff and dripping, we swashed thru the cran-\nberry swamp towards home—slowly, very, very\nslowly.\nThat was a long, long time ago—\nI wonder if we would call that fun now?\n\nTwo Things by Cat's Paw\nA Man Without Money\nA MAN without money is a body without a soul—a walking\ndeath—a spectre that frightens every one. His counte-\nnance is sorrowful, and his conversation languishing and\ntedious. If he calls upon an acquaintance he never finds him\nat home, and if he opens his mouth to speak, he is interrupted\nevery moment, so that he may not have a chance to finish\nhis discourse, which it is feared may end with his asking\nfor money. He is avoided like a person infected with disease,\nand is regarded as an incumbrance to the earth. Want wakes\nhim up in the morning, and misery accompanies him to bed\nat night. The ladies discover that he is an awkward booby—\nlandlords believe that he lives upon air, and if he wants any\nthing from a tradesman, he is asked for cash before delivery.\nThe Fortitude of a Pig\nTHE stoicism of a pig is enviable. The manner in which\nhe receives the injuries heaped on him is no proof of it,\ncertainly but his mode of bearing them after they are\ninflicted, is truly his own. No creature on earth can make\nmore noise than he does to prevent himself from being hurt;\nbut that is excellent policy. He seems to know the value\nof the old proverb, \"It is better to prevent than to cure.\"\nBut when he finds the thing is done, he is silent, and as\npatient as Job himself. Indeed, if .fob had been allotted to\nbear what a pig bears we might be permitted to doubt his\npatience. The trials of swine are great.\n\nIn Our Village\nBUT if we look back on the scenes of what we are accus-\ntomed to call the Village, back of the Square, west of\nFifth Avenue and still more west of Sixth Avenue, our illusion\nvanishes. Back of the community which seems so unique with\nits worshipful reminiscences of the old, with its stately man-\nsions, with its touch of cosmopolitan grandeur as it is voiced\nevery night in the Brevoort, the Lafayette, in Mazzini's, in the\nGreenwich Village Inn, or in the studios of our pur popular\nones who harbor refugees from all belligerent countries:"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "641", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKL.Y\n\nRagged children playing on sidewalks and thoroughfares,\nbabies which rightfully should be in the arms of their moth-\n■ ers left in the care of older sisters or brothers, sitting on\ndoorsteps or fighting for a place on one of the few benches\nof Washington Square. The illusion that we are living in a\nvillage, superior and extraordinary, vanishes quickly if we\nstroll around Bleecker street or down Houston or Thompson\nand all the other tenement streets. We hardly think it pos-\nsible that so few, time-worn, rickety, dirty old houses can\nserve as domiciles for so many thousands of families. Put\ntogether all the heart-touching newspaper stories and reports\nof charitable associations about human misery in the big city\nas they appear before Christmas, make a mosaic of the most\npitiful conditions humanity in a big city is subjected to . . .\nand you will have the painting, vivid in colors and natural-\nistic in conception, to which we of the Greenwich Village on\nWashington Square and on Fifth Avenue, created the much-\nadmired and talked-about frame.\nWe discarded our overcoats, the furs are properly stored\naway, we are thinking of our trip, of moving to the country;\nthe trees are budding, soft green blades of grass pe.ep bash-\nfully out of the, brown earth, the sparrows came forth from\nunder their eaves repairing their summer residences in trees\nand bushes. .\nThe sun did it. The sun with its kind golden rays, which\nare more beautiful on the dirtiest sidewalk of Little Italy back\nof our square amidst the raggedest and noisiest lot of chil-\ndren than the chiselled gold-circling around the cold, costly-\ncut precious stones in Tiffany's window on Fifth Avenue. The\nsun did it, who shines for the poorest of us just as warm\nand gladly as for the richest. The sun who finds his way to\nthe heart of every one of us, no matter where we are, no\n\"'matter what our lot in this world might be; the sun comes\nand knocks at the door of our heart, and he is persistent. We\nwill have to open, even if we think in the importance of our\nmicrobic existence that we have no time .- . . . for sun\nrays which warm our heart and for light and for love.\nOne quarter of an acre of playgrounds is provided by our\ncit)' for the thirty-five thousand children of' Greenwich Vil-\nlage. One quarter of an acre of land to play in, to romp in,\nto feel like a human being before being shut up again in the\nevening in the stuffy, atmosphere of a dingy tenement room.\nThere are large parks in other parts of the city; parks where\nthese poor little ones who do not know God's free country\ncould spend a day a»d think they had been in the country.\nBut mothers cannot take them, they have to work and slave\nfrom morning till late in the night in order to eke out a living\nafter they succeeded to earn enough to pay their rent to their\nlandlord (I cannot understand how the honorable landlords\ndare to take money for these dungeon holes, very often un-\nfit to house vermin).\nCars and elevators cannot be used without paying a fare\nand children get very hungry being out in the green using\nfor once their limbs unrestrictedly, and a proper repast has\nto be provided for them. The babies want milk."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "642", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n' There is a man among us who plays St. Peter to the chil-\n'dren of Greenwich Village. He, is the gatekeeper to the\nsummer pleasures of thirty-five thousand futur citizens of\nour country. The Rev. Sheridan Watson Bell of the Wash-\nington Square Church, supported by a host of men and wo-\nmen—his true apostles—is planning for this year still more\nthan he did last year for the children of the village. No sec-\ntarian questions are being asked, no matter what nationality\nor denomination : they might call their own. They all are\nalike, they all are entitled to fresh air, to sunlight, to the\nfreedom of the country. Dr. Bell gave last year twO*hundred\nand fifty children each week a whole day in one of our city\nparks. They had a jolly ride up to the park, a lot of playing\nif they felt like it; they could lie on the green grass and look\nup to the sky, unhampered by smoke-stacks and factory build-\nings, and they could watch the passing clouds. They could\ndream, and a good substantial lunch would remind them that\ndreams come true even here on earth. And then the ride\nhomeward again, fun and laughter and tired—healthily tired,\nready for a good night's rest.\nDo you remember how often kids come up to you while\nyou are buying a ticket for a moving picture show and look\nat you with their pleading, hungry eyes: \"Please, mister,\ntake me in.\" If you are one of those who feel the warm\nspring sun even if their backs are turned to the. window,\nyou'll buy a ticket for the child and play the host.\nIf you feel inclined to give one of these thirty-five thou-\nsand children of our village eight perfect summer days away\nfrom the dusty, smoky street, send Dr. Bell one dollar. Send\nit in care of the Washington Square Church or in care of\nBruno's Weekly. What is one dollar? The tip you hand the\nwaiter after a ten dollar dinner, the price of five high-balls,\nthe price of a taxi from the Brevoort Hotel to some lobster\npalace. . . . No, not that? A part of your weekly room\nrent, almost the half of a pair of shoes or your laundry bill?\nBut think, it means sun, happiness, health to a little boy\nor to a little girl.\nOf course, you will send that dollar. But send it immedi-\nately. Bis dat,* qui cito dat.\n.A.'>* ' L - '\nDjuna Barnes, who designed the front cover of Bruno's\nWeekly this week, retired to a sedate and quiet private life.\nAfter a rather exciting career of a few years of newspaper\nwork (drawing and writing) she decided to do some real\nwork unhampered by editorial (sic!) influences. A series of\nwar pictures and among these her uncanny gripping \"The\nBullet,\" are not only the work of a promising artist, but of\none who started to really fulfill promises.\nAs well as in drawing and painting she has a style of her\nown in her literary adventures. Her. poems and her short\nstories cannot possibly be called otherwise but adventures.\nShe feels the rhythm of her inspiration and she struggles\nalong as good as she can to make us feel it too. Her inspira-\ntion is flirting constantly with her creative desires. But\nDjuna Barnes is a bad match-maker. The little things in life"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "643", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nmake for tragedies. Spelling, punctuation, syntax, lack of\nconcentration, are such little things. They are every-day\ntragedies in Djuna's life.\nCharles Keeler is expecting anxiously the appearance of\nhis new book \"Songs of Victory.\" It should have been out a\nfew weeks ago, but Laurence Gomme is not better than all\nthe other publishers, just a little bit late.\n- ,» » -v % 1 • ' I ......\nHamilton Owens, once upon a time the youthful Sunday\neditor for Mr. Munsey's New York \"Press,\" and who is now\nthe publisher of the \"Motion Picture Mail,\" made after a long\nabsence a trip to the village. He and his associate editor\nHomestead, were seen last week in a spaghetti house.\n\nA Defense (?) of Vaudeville\nW. V. Richberg.\nVAUDEVILLE\nis excellence of execution without motive.\nDrama is motive partially dependent upon execution. In\nDrama we see life. The Drama is for people who do not see\nlife until it is acted, and for those who prefer to look at life\nonly. ,\nDrama is life. Vaudeville is the beauty of life. We enjoy\nthe beauty of life without the motive when we watch a\ngraceful diver, when we dance, in music, sometimes in paint-\nings. There are those who revel in Brahms, and discard\nWagner as. inferior. It is a matter of comparative execution.\nDrama is the idea.\nDrama, like the cigar, stimulates and continues meditation,\nresearch. Vaudeville the cigarette, affects the senses primar-\nily, the brain reflexly. Drama is for those who do -not know\nintrospection and musing, and for those who dwell exclu-\nsively on life. Vaudeville appeals to those who ARE Drama\nand seek beauty without motive, and to those who sense the\nprimitive affect, unconscious of cause.\nA Drama may be good even with poor execution; Vaude-\nville, never. A Drama is an idea well expressed in words\nand action. A Vaudeville act (not a play in a vaudeville\nprogram, but an exhibition of strength, beauty, equilibrism,\nrhythme or buffoonery) is execution and personality minus\nmotive—as is a concert. Granting that music may' have a\nmeaning-—it is sensual, not mental.\nHumor is the intermediate medium between sense and brain,\nand Drama is essentially mental, tempered—but slightly—\nby scenery and acting. Opera depends upon both motive and\nexecution, but execution is the more essential.\nTo sum up:—Drama is study; Vaudeville, enjoyment."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "644", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\n\nVon Zorn\nA. K.\nETDWARD ARLINGTON ROBINSON'S \"Van Zorn,\" a\ncomedy in three acts, and'published by that lady-like con-\ncern, the Macmillans is, for some reason or other, laid in Mac-\ndougall Alley, Greenwich Village, New' York. The characters\nare artists who are wealthy. With all due respect to Mr.\nRobinson as one of our foremost American poets, we cannot\napplaud a work whose relation to the life of the alley is about\nas real as an automaton is to a human being. The characters\ntalk like books, and of them all, Van Zorn himself, a wealthy\nfatalist, is the most tiresome. Villa, the heroine, is a stilted\nlady. Her attempts at wit are a painful bore. And what\nancient humor she unearths!\n\"It seems to me sometimes that funerals are better than\nweddings. When we go to funerals, we know what has hap-\npened; but when we go to weddings, we don't even pretend\nto know what is going to happen.\"\n\"A spiritd story,\" says the Macmillans. It is about as spir-\nited as the worms who wait on customers at their saintly\nsanctums on the Avenue. Technique it has, but a technique\nas academic and cold as a dead fish.\n\nFrom The Mirror, St. Louis\nAPROPOS the \"Encyclopedia Brittanica\" swindle, it is\nworthy of note that the advertising of the \"handy\" set is\niplaced by its publishers and not by the Sears, Roebuck Com-\npany of Chicago. It is the publishe«s, not the distributors,\nwho are for violation of the guarantee that the\nprice of the publication would be raised after the filling of\nthe advance orders. The cheaper edition robs the purchasers\nof the first edition of the 60 per cent, difference between the\noriginal and later prices. Subscribers to the edition should\nrefuse to complete their time payments otherwise than on the\nbasis of the lesser price for the handy edition.\n\nFailure?\n—Diamond Crisp.\nCO much was asked of me\nThat, in striving to forget,\nMy Heart was crushed.\nSo much was asked of me\nIn striving to raise my eyes\nMy lids have drooped.\nSo much ivas asked of me\nMy Soul could no longer strive;\nIn the dust I lay."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "645", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn a Modern Art Gallery\nGuido Bruno.\nAID out on a table draped with heavy black velvet, in a\nroom without windows and with staring, orange-colored\ntapestry, was the pale body.\nThe room had no windows, the air was thick and heavy like\nthat in the Martyr Chamber of the Venetian palace, sixty feet\nbelow the ground.\nThe lifeless eyes of the corpse were opalescent. They shone\nin the darkness like badly cut opals on the velvet of a\npicturesque Mexican.\nThe orange of the walls seemed glaring and the black vel-\nvet under the carcass, fascinating like the preachment of the\nfifth Buddha, who is not born yet.\nThe orange of the walls was dazzling like the hungry eyes\nof the stray hyenas. The beasts smelt the nearness of the\ndead. They wanted to feast on his flesh, they wanted to\ncrunch his bones.\nThere was no light. There was no love. There was no\nbeauty.\nThere was black. There was orange. There was hunger.\n\nGleanings From Jean Paul\nThe Enemies of Freedom\nCrush every league of her friends, destroy every book and\nevery one who gave it to the world, to show us the rising\nsun of freedom, and that sun will not be reflected from one\nmirror alone, but will shine with new lustre in every frag-\nment. When the sea is smooth, but one sun shines out from\nits breast; but when broken into a thousand waves, it glit-\nters with a thousand.\nTo a Rose Bleached by the Sun\nPale rose, the sun gave thee thy bloom, and the glowing\nsun now robs thee of it; thou art like us. When the spirit,\nwhich makes the cheek of man to glow, draws nigher and\nnigher to us, it, too, makes our cheek pale, and we die.\nThought and Action\nMany flowers open to the sun, but one only follows him\nconstantly. Let thy heart be the sunflower; let it not only\nbe open to God/but bow to him, and follow him.\nFlowers on a Virgin's Bier\nStrew flowers upon her, ye, her fair friends! Once ye\nbrought flowers to grace her cradle-festivals; now she is cele-\nbrating the greatest of them all, for her bier is the cradle of\nheaven.\""}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "646", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n{Concluded, from last week)\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 M&roh\n3d, 1879.\n\nThe Last of the War Correspondents\nMerely an incident in his way of life is this avoiding an\naccident by pointing a pistol at a man's heart. The baron\nknows he will have to be well protected and for the first time\nhe seeks shelter in Chihuahua from individual assassins.\nUrquidi takes him to the house of Gonzales de la Garza,\nwho is later to become one of Mexico's presidents for a few\ndays' appearanec only. De la Garza is kind and gives the\nproper refuge.\n\" The next day it is Juarez and across the border.\nVon Kriegelstein is written up in Chicago as he goes\nthrough. '\nConsequently lie must get some kind of a paper, probably\nan American passport to get him over to Europe. Well, at\nany rate we said good bye and although the British cruisers\nsearched the steamer he was on—well what can one or two\nordinary humans do with a man who talks so many languages.\nBut because he was von Kriegelstein I kept thinking of\nhim after he had gone. Then came the news of his death,\nas he should have died facing the Russians whom he hated\nand wrote against-. The sun of his profession has set, but the\nstar of von Kriegelstein is rising. Like most he will be best\nknown long after he is dead because he has left his books\nto speak for him.\n\nTo Clara Tice\nViolet Leigh\nQ CLARA TICE\nHow very nice\nTo think about the rhymes\nThat one can frame\nAbout your name\nA hundred or more times\nO Clara Tice,\nYou rhyme with mice;\nYou should be very glad!\nI'm sure you'll find\nIt will remind\nOf the pet cat you had.\nO Clara Tice,\nYour talent's spice\nTo Guido Bruno's wit;\nAnd, in his sheet,\nWe hope to meet %\nA great deal more of it."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160422-01.1.19", "texte": "RARE BOOKS\nFIRST EDITIONS\nBstra MoatrstoA Baoki. 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